As the music floated in the dance hall, everyone in the dance hall naturally put their hands on the waist of their dance partners.
During this process, some of the dance partners showed resistance, and Jérôme Bonaparte's dance partner was one of them.
When Jérôme Bonaparte put his hand on the waist of the Egyptian lady with wheat-colored skin in front of him, the lady's body stiffened slightly, and then she twisted her body subconsciously, as if to resist the heat.
Same as Rome Bonaparte.
When Jérôme Bonaparte saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little displeased in his heart. The noble lady's subconscious actions were obviously disrespectful to him.
If this had been Paris, this woman would have been denied entry to the Tuileries Palace forever.
However, since this was Egypt, Jérôme Bonaparte was still patient and whispered in French, "Madam!
If you really don’t want to dance with me, then we can also move to the dance floor and have a drink!”
When the lady heard Jerome Bonaparte's words, she immediately showed a look of horror on her face, and then quickly used her right hand to firmly "lock" Jerome Bonaparte's left hand, and the other hand did the same.
He put his right hand on his waist.
After doing this, the lady begged Jérôme Bonaparte in a low voice with a hint of tears, "Your Majesty,
I am willing to dance with you, please don't leave the dance floor!
Otherwise, I will be beaten to death by my husband!"
Looking at the pitiful lady in front of him, Jérôme Bonaparte sighed silently in his heart. He understood that the husband in the lady's mouth was not so much a mutual companion as he was her master.
In Egypt, which has not yet been secularized, the wife's status in the family is only slightly higher than that of the servants in the family. Especially when there are multiple wives, the wife's status depends on the husband's likes and dislikes of her.
If Jérôme Bonaparte chooses to leave the dance floor in public, then the fate that awaits this noble lady is death.
No matter how much her husband loves her, that love will immediately turn into disgust when he thinks that she has made him lose "face" in public.
The compassionate Jérôme Bonaparte was unwilling to see an Egyptian rose wither. He nodded and said to the lady in a kind manner, "I understand! Madam, you can let go of your hand."
!
I won't leave!"
The lady looked at Jerome Bonaparte suspiciously. From his eyes, the woman saw pity, and she slowly let go of her left hand.
"Please put your left hand on my waist!" Jérôme Bonaparte then directed the lady.
Madame nodded obediently, and then placed her hand on Jerome Bonaparte's waist.
"By the way, can you dance?" Jérôme Bonaparte suddenly thought of something and asked his wife.
"Only a little bit!" the lady said guiltily.
"Okay! When the time comes, I will try to slow down my movements as much as possible! You just need to be able to keep up with the rhythm!"
Jerome Bonaparte and the lady stood on the dance floor and waited quietly until the music of the ball briefly stopped for a moment. Jerome Bonaparte understood that when the music started again, it would be the beginning of dancing.
hour.
"Are you ready?"
"Okay... okay!" the woman stammered to Jerome Bonaparte.
The music started again after a few seconds. In order to prevent his partner from failing to keep up with the music and causing an accident, Jérôme Bonaparte held his arms tighter than before.
The originally nervous lady subconsciously wanted to escape after feeling something strange coming from her waist.
"Don't move!" Jérôme Bonaparte leaned into the lady's ear and said in a majestic tone.
The rich masculine aura and majestic aura made the lady feel suffocated, and her body could not help but obey Jérôme Bonaparte's orders.
Jerome Bonaparte and the ladies began to dance in the ballroom. The ladies around them looked at the lady dancing with Jerome Bonaparte with envy, while the men focused their gazes from time to time.
On the lady’s curvy figure.
However, Jérôme Bonaparte, who was dancing with a lady, was obviously not in a leisurely mood. He had to constantly correct his partner's messy steps while dancing.
In just half the song, Jérôme Bonaparte's foot had already been stepped on by her no less than five times.
"Dear madam, are you planning to murder me?" Jérôme Bonaparte took advantage of the break when the music ended to tease.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry!" the lady apologized to Jerome Bonaparte in a low voice, "I really didn't mean it!"
"Yes! I can see it!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded extremely seriously, "The people who want to assassinate me are almost lining up from Alexandria to Marseille!
They will never allow you to jump in line suddenly!"
"Pfft!"
The lady couldn't help laughing when she heard Jérôme Bonaparte's self-mockery.
"Madam, do you want to continue?" Jerome Bonaparte asked the lady again. He had already seen several men eager to change their dance partners. Their target was naturally Jerome Bonaparte.
Bonaparte's dancing partner.
If the person the noble lady is dancing with is an emperor from a foreign country, they will definitely rush to exchange it with him.
Of course, the target of some ladies is Jerome Bonaparte. As courtesans, they are naturally very willing to dance with a foreign monarch like Jerome Bonaparte.
It would be better if we could communicate in depth!
This will help to enhance their social value, so that they will no longer be used by their husbands to serve guests as easily as before.
[This category is more of a promotion tool than a wife.
There are also a group of people like this in France who study hard for promotion and even give their wives to serve others.]
"No!" Of course the lady also understood the intentions of the guests around her. She grabbed Jerome Bonaparte's hand and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to dance with you!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Okay! I hope you can step on me less!" Jerome Bonaparte shrugged his shoulders and continued to put his hand on her
on the waist.
"I'll try my best!" the lady's face turned slightly red and she responded to Jerome Bonaparte in a low voice.
The music sounded again, and this time her dance steps were much better than before, so that Jerome Bonaparte did not have to do his best to guide her steps.
A slightly more relaxed Jerome Bonaparte finally had a chance to speak, "By the way, I don't know your name yet?"
"Eman Abdel Rania Muhammad!" the lady whispered her name, "I am the third wife of Muhammad Sai!"
"The third wife?" Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help but picture Mohammed Sai leading his wife to meet her.
Ayman Abdul's (abbr.) body is wrapped in black, and his face is also covered with a veil.
Unexpectedly, after taking off her coat and veil, her face and figure turned out to be so delicate, like a well-behaved Egyptian short-tailed cat with a hint of wildness.
"By the way, how did you learn French?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Emman Abdel again.
Ayman Abdel told Jérôme Bonaparte that the reason why she learned French was at the request of Mohammed Sai.
Mohammed Sai wanted to rely on her to establish a good relationship with the Suez Canal Company. No one in Egypt knew about the relationship between the Suez Canal Company and the Egyptian Governor. As long as he could please them, he could seek further opportunities.
However, before Ayman Abdel could fully leave the army, the emperor arrived in Alexandria.
Mohammed Sai had high hopes for Aiman Abdul. In order to allow Aiman Abdul to attract the emperor's attention immediately, Mohammed Sai specially asked her to wear
Wear a fishnet style coat.
Facts have proved that Mohammed Sai's plan was very successful. Jérôme Bonaparte was attracted by Ayman Abdel's clothes as soon as he entered the ballroom.
"So, you were originally a continuation given to me by Mohammed Sai?!" Jérôme Bonaparte said bluntly to Ayman Abdel, while using his right hand to move Ayman Abdel.
Man Abdul's arms tightened.
Feeling the power coming from her waist, Emman Abdul felt a little more disappointed and proud. She was offended by Jérôme Bonaparte's remarks, and at the same time, she felt sorry for Jérôme Bonaparte in her heart.
I feel proud of my small actions.
In any case, this is a foreign monarch who is greater than the governor of Egypt. It is better to serve him than to serve an old man.
In the next beat of the clinker, in front of everyone, Jérôme Bonaparte put his right hand from Ayman Abdel's waist to his slender and well-proportioned thigh, and supported Ayman Abdel with his left hand.
Dürer's waist, and then with a little force, Ayman Abdel's body was lifted up by Jérôme Bonaparte.
The moment he was lifted, Eman Abdul wanted to scream.
However, her reason told her that she must stay calm at this time.
Fortunately, Jérôme Bonaparte only lifted Emman Abdel for a few seconds before putting her down, and then continued the next action as if nothing had happened.
After everyone experienced a brief surprise, they also recovered.
After the second song ended, Jérôme Bonaparte and Emman Abdel walked off the stage.
"Madam, I'm sorry for my behavior just now!" Jérôme Bonaparte winked and said to Eman Abdel, "In order to make up for my mistake just now, you will not do it again in the next period of time.
Harassed by any guest!”
"Your Majesty, I don't think this is a kind of compensation, but more like possessiveness!" Eman Abdul shot back in a low voice.
"Whatever you say!" replied Jérôme Bonaparte, shrugging his shoulders.
In the following period, Emman Abdel was constantly invited to dance, but Jérôme Bonaparte blocked them all.
After a few times, everyone had the wisdom not to choose Emman Abdul.
After the ball ended, Mohammed Sai stopped Jerome Bonaparte who wanted to return to his room, and thoughtfully guided Jerome Bonaparte to another room.
Jérôme Bonaparte naturally understood this and followed Mahomet Sai.
When Jérôme Bonaparte opened the door, a young woman appeared in the room. At this time, he was only wearing a transparent tulle, and the whole person was no different from naked.
Jerome Bonaparte felt a hot breath pouring into the whole body. He quickly closed the door and stood in front of the young woman.
"Your Majesty, do you want to continue?" the young woman said to Jerome Bonaparte, curling her green-white fingers.