He held the sobbing Mrs. Margaret Brown in his arms and patted her back gently with his hands. Dorgon looked very gentlemanly, and his gestures were as gentle as patting a baby.

Mrs. Margaret Brown sobbed for a while and left Dorgon's shoulder. She wiped her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed.

After all, this is the shoulder of a strange man.

Dorgon gave Mrs. Margaret Brown a gentle look: "It's okay, madam, everyone is sad sometimes.

I also lost my father that year. He was killed by a strong man from the Ming Dynasty. Not only that, my strong brothers forced my mother to die for my father.

When I saw my mother, she had been strangled to death by my brothers with bowstrings."

"Oh! God, is there such a cruel thing now? When I was in the Ming Dynasty, I heard that when the emperor died, many people would be buried.

Is your father the emperor?" Mrs. Margaret Brown blinked her big eyes, her eyes were amber.

Under the candlelight, it looked a little strange.

"He is not an emperor yet. According to European parlance, he is a territorial duke." Dorgon tried his best to appear humble and polite.

"Then you are a noble?"

"That's right! But my family's territory was taken away by the Ming Dynasty's Generalissimo. I can only wander around. This time I went to the North American territory. I just wanted to live a good life.

Marry a beautiful woman and pass on the family bloodline. Just live your life quietly." Dorgon said sincerely, and his black eyes looked very deep.

Her gentle eyes looked into Mrs. Margaret Brown's eyes. Their eyes collided and never separated from each other.

Between the lightning and flint, it was as if the heartstrings were being plucked by each other.

The lips of the two people got closer and closer, gradually sticking together.

After a long time, the four lips parted.

"us……!"

"us……!"

Two people spoke at the same time, and they both said the same words in a tacit understanding.

"you say!"

"you say!"

They said the same thing again tacitly.

The two people laughed in unison. This was a pleasant encounter, and neither of them wanted it to end so soon.

"Let's go have a drink." Dorgon said with a smile.

"Go to my cabin, there are too many people in the dining room." Mrs. Margaret Brown was curious about this wonderful oriental man.

There seems to be something special about him that attracts him.

Although Mrs. Margaret Brown had her own lover, he was the first one who could give her this wonderful feeling.

"I have a good capacity for drinking. Aren't you afraid that I'll get you drunk?" Dorgon said with a wicked smile on his face.

"Get me drunk? What do you want to do by getting me drunk?" Mrs. Margaret Brown responded to Dorgon's ridicule.

"What do you think?"

Mrs. Margaret Brown walked in front, and Dorgon walked behind. Walking into the cabin, people saw Mrs. Margaret Brown from time to time and greeted her.

Mrs. Margaret Brown became that graceful lady again, maintaining a polite smile to everyone.

After declining several invitations, Mrs. Margaret Brown returned to her room.

The door was ajar, and Dorgon, who was following behind, took a look around. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, Ada stood guard at the corner of the corridor with a wink.

Opening the door, Dorgon ducked in and walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, a fiery body rushed towards him. His lips kissed Dorgon's lips. This was the first time Dorgon was pressed against the wall by a woman.

How can this work!

With a strong force, Dorgon pushed Mrs. Margaret Brown against the wall.

The lips of the two people were entangled together, and it took a long time before they separated.

The two separated people were panting like fish on the beach.

"Don't you want a drink?" Dorgon said with a smile.

"Am I not better than spirits?" Mrs. Margaret Brown said provocatively.

The coat on her body was thrown on the ground, and the clothes underneath were very thin. Her curvy and exquisite figure looked even more attractive under the candlelight.

"Then I want to have a taste!" Dorgon turned over and sat on Mrs. Margaret Brown's body.

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The sword-like sunlight passed through the porthole and shone on Dorgon's face.

Dorgon opened his eyes in confusion. It was already dawn outside. Through the porthole, he could see the rising sun emerging from the sea.

Mrs. Margaret Brown was still sleeping in Haitangchun on the bed, and Dorgon shook his head helplessly.

Last night, the two of them had sex with each other to death, and they didn't know how many times they wanted each other. In the end, Dorgon was so tired that he fell asleep.

I carefully arranged the clothes on board one by one in front of the mirror. Dorgon looked even more handsome without his braids.

After all, the idea of ​​men wearing braids seems very weird to Westerners.

"Are you leaving?" Mrs. Margaret Brown's voice came from behind, startling Dorgon.

Mrs. Margaret Brown leaned against the head of the bed, her white breasts exposed to the air. The sun shone on them, giving them a touch of golden color.

"Well! I'm leaving." Dorgon looked away from Mrs. Margaret Brown's chest with difficulty.

Control yourself with great perseverance and try not to take off the clothes you just put on.

"Actually, you can stay for breakfast." Mrs. Margaret Brown blinked her big eyes at Dorgon.

"Mr. Astor won't come back?" Dorgon was a little surprised by Mrs. Margaret Brown's confidence.

She actually dared to lead her lover into the cabin while her husband was still on the ship. She seemed not to be afraid of her husband catching her in bed!

"That rotten drunkard, he has his own cabin. I don't like living with him. He gets drunk every day and smells of alcohol all over his body." When mentioning Astor, Mrs. Margaret Brown had a look on her face.

of disdain.

"You... don't usually live together?" Dorgon was a little confused. The couple didn't actually live in the same bed.

"Usually he stays in his room and I stay in mine. He's not good at that, and sleeping with him is torture." Mrs. Margaret Brown looked contemptuous.

"Then he...!" Dorgon didn't know what to say and kept drawing circles with his fingers.

"He...oh, if he needs it, he can go find a maid. I won't serve him like a wife!" Mrs. Margaret Brown quickly understood what Dorgon wanted to know.

"Uh...!" Dorgon nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Have breakfast with me!" Mrs. Margaret Brown invited again.

"I want to accompany my friend." Dorgon thought for a moment and still rejected Mrs. Margaret Brown.

I didn't go back last night, so I don't know if Elizabeth would be jealous.

Elizabeth was the one who helped him in his most difficult time. Dorgon felt a little guilty for treating Elizabeth like this.

Easterners and Westerners have different ideas on this point, due to religious reasons. Westerners can accept secret mistresses, but they will never accept a husband's blatant concubinage.

In the East, concubinage is already very common.

Sometimes, older wives even take the initiative to help their husbands take in concubines.

What's more, when a wife gets married, she will bring her maids and sisters with her. It is considered a group to marry her husband!

This is absolutely impossible to happen in the West.

Although physically speaking, Dorgon is an Oriental. But after living in the West for many years, Dorgon also knows the traditional habits of the West.

He still feels a little guilty about Elizabeth now.

"Your friend? Your lover? The Russian who listened to your stories?" Mrs. Margaret Brown asked a series of questions while getting dressed.

"How do you know she is Russian?" Dorgon was taken aback, in order not to reveal his identity.

When Dorgon spoke to Elizabeth, they all used English. How did Mrs. Margaret Brown know that Elizabeth was Russian?

"When she talks to you, she often pops out one or two sentences in Russian. Although I don't understand Russian, I also know that she is speaking Russian." Mrs. Margaret Brown stood up, walked to the mirror and pushed Dole away. Gon, start combing your hair.

"Oh!" Dorgon couldn't help it. Elizabeth's English wasn't even as good as Dorgon's.

Sometimes when I speak, if I don’t know the words, I will habitually speak Russian.

Although Mrs. Margaret Brown, a well-informed person, did not understand Russian, she definitely knew that the other party was speaking Russian.

Forget it! There is no need to remind Elizabeth. It is obviously unrealistic for Elizabeth to improve her English in the short term.

And when he arrives in the North American territory, Dorgon will take his family to Texas. It is said that the place is vast and sparsely populated, and it doesn't seem to be a big problem whether he can speak English.

"Are you really going to Texas?"

"Well! I have seen too many storms, and now I just want to live a stable and peaceful life."
To be continued...