Knight Connor is extremely happy. Since his leg was destroyed, he has prayed to God countless times. As long as his leg can be healed, he is willing to take away half of his life. If there is a devil in the world, as long as the devil can cure it
His legs are so good that he is even willing to make a deal with the devil, which is simply unbelievable for a knight, especially a rigid and conservative knight.
It can be seen that Connor attaches great importance to his legs. Now at the Duke of York's cocktail party, his legs are inexplicably better. There must be something different. After Connor calmed down, he thought about it carefully and took a look.
What have you done or eaten here? Wait, eat? drink? red wine!!
Connor remembered that York said that red wine is rare. It must be it, it must be that red wine. What is this and that rare thing? This is completely the miracle of life. Now Connor recalls the illusion in his mind,
The cluster of young shoots that have just appeared on the withered grapevine is the source of life.
Connor looked at the barrel of red wine with burning eyes, because Bart had filled most of it in a jar. When he saw Bart's behavior, Connor yelled: "Bart, you robber, I'll follow you."
You work hard." After saying that, he ran over to grab the red wine.
The people who were looking at Connor just now were not idiots. They immediately understood what caused Connor's injury to recover. This was a wound that modern medicine could not cure and it had been for how many years? Everyone's hearts became hot. This was not alcohol.
, this is life-saving medicine, so everyone joined the ranks of snatching it.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? It's just good wine. If you're trying to grab it, spill it. Don't grab mine. I still have some to drink. There's still a lot in the bucket. Go and pour it yourself." Bart saw.
Everyone came to him, so he reminded him.
Everyone finally woke up, yes. There was still a lot in the barrel, so hurry up or else it might be gone. However, they were still a step too late. Connor Knight had already picked up the barrel before them and ran quickly to the door.
, when he walked out of the door, he said to the Duke of York behind him: "I'll take over the matter of your grandson-in-law. But I only want this red wine for my future salary. Don't come here to give it away after I leave."
Then everyone could only watch him get in the car and leave. Bart then reacted and said: "Hey, Connor's leg is healed? When did it happen? I remember he was still lame when he came here."
Then he stopped talking, because everyone had surrounded him. All eyes were looking at the jug of red wine in his hand. After being surrounded by everyone, Bart finally realized that Connor's leg was related to the wine in his hand.
Now I only have it in my hands, so of course good things should be shared with everyone, but when you only have a little bit, it is naturally better to keep it to yourself.
So Bart rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted towards a corner: "Look, there's another bucket over there. No one is going to snatch it from me this time, it's mine." Then he made a gesture to rush over.
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As expected, everyone was fooled and turned to that side. Then Bart took the opportunity to grab his female companion, and Connor also rushed to the door before turning around and said: "York, I think there should be courses about art in a college.
So I agree to your invitation, of course there will be no shortage of wine, and there is no need to see you off when I leave." Then he walked out the door in a dashing way.
Everyone who didn't get the wine could only look at the door with resentment, hoping that one of them would find out and come back to share their share of the pie. Unfortunately, it was doomed to be a delusion. So everyone could only turn around and look at the Duke of York, who was about to return home.
The Duke, who was quietly preparing to leave, had to stop in embarrassment under the gaze of everyone. He was indeed not as shameless as Bart and Connor.
"Everyone, there is no more wine now. Everything has been discussed, especially those two nasty guys who actually ran away with the wine. I think the reception will end here." After York said this, he felt embarrassed.
"Duke of York, let's be blunt. There are no outsiders here anyway. I don't know if you have any extra wine for sale. I am willing to spend money to buy it. You can ask for the price." A nobleman finally couldn't stand the temptation of vitality and said to buy it.
If so, and let the Duke of York set the price himself, it seems he is determined to be ripped off.
It's a pity that without the example of Connor, if it just tasted good, York would have sold it, but now, it would be impossible to sell it.
"You really know how to joke. How can there be so many treasures like this? This is the life essence brewed by my grandson-in-law using various precious materials and grapes from his manor. Even he didn't keep any of it himself.
Such a large manor only produced one barrel like this, mainly because the materials are hard to find, and there are only a few acres of grapes suitable for brewing. You said there are still such good things."
Of course, the wise old fox will not talk to death. Of course, there is wine, but it cannot be said too easily, otherwise it will be worthless. Of course, it cannot be said that if you do not do this, you will stop others from thinking about you, and you will be hated by others.
I think you are lying to him. It is just right now. There is no wine now because it is difficult to brew, but there will be some in the future. Please rest assured and wait for it.
People will believe you when you say this. It would be strange if such a good thing is easy to get. It is understandable that as long as everyone waits, they will eventually get it. As for the price, since everyone said that brewing is difficult,
Are you still embarrassed to negotiate the price with others? You think you are buying something at the farmer's market, and you are bargaining with someone else. What you don't want is what others want.
Many nobles could only leave dejectedly. Everyone had tasted the taste of the original liquid of life. The vitality with the fragrance of natural earth is really too tempting. If you haven't tasted it, you may be able to bear it, but you have tasted it.
Then they couldn't bear it. Thinking of the wine brought by Connor and Bart, everyone could only sigh in their hearts that their reaction was too slow, and in the end, others took the lead.
Bart looked at the red wine in his hand excitedly, took out a small oak barrel from the refrigerator in the car, poured the wine out of the car window, and then carefully poured the wine into the oak barrel. This is a treasure.
Satisfied, he poured himself a small cup, tasted it slightly, and felt the joy of life, just like a lover whispering in his ear, warm and soft.
After sending his female companion home, Bart returned to his home. Because of the drinking, the light and warm feeling reminded him of his wife. He was full of shame for his wife, Bart, even though Bart's
The whole London knew about the love affair, but his wife still stayed by his side firmly. He knew that even if he became penniless and even got sick, if there was someone willing to stay by his side, Bart believed it would be her, and he
's lover.
In fact, there is a reason why Bart lingers outside, that is, there is a problem with Bart's function, so he does not dare to face his wife, but he is also afraid of what others will guess, so he starts to linger in the flowers, but every time he doesn't.
Will they really have sex, because he is powerless, he will see her every time he comes home, she is so beautiful, so charming, full of fatal attraction to him, but he just can't get up, so Bart goes home
The times are getting less and less.
Bart, who was already drunk today, clearly felt his urge to have sex with the female companion in the car, but Bart didn't want to. He didn't want to waste the hard-earned feeling on these women who only care about money.
In her hands, she was left with a lot of excuses for blackmail.
When Bart thought about his wife, he could feel his impulse getting stronger and stronger. When Bart got home, the impulse was about to reach its peak, and Bart felt that he was already burning.
When he came to the madam's bedroom, he saw that she had fallen asleep. She was beautiful and alluring. Bart didn't want to wake her up, but his increasingly strong impulse made him unable to control himself. Bart kissed her.
Mrs. Bart was once a famous lady in London. I remember that the people who pursued her could form a strong platoon, but in the end she chose the handsome and funny Bart. At the beginning of their marriage, they were very happy and happy, but unfortunately such days did not last.
After a while, she found that her husband gradually began to avoid her. Even if she dressed sexy and courted him, he would reject her. She could clearly feel the desire in his eyes, but why was he unwilling to touch her.
She felt very wronged. Gradually, Bart came home less and less, and there were more and more scandals outside. But as Mrs. Bart, she still believed in her husband, because she firmly believed that the women outside were definitely not as beautiful as her. If
How could her husband be interested in those vulgar fans when he was not interested in her, so she began her ten-year wait. Ten years, ten years did not leave any traces on this woman, but she had already begun to wait.
I have given up, I don’t know when I will get attention and love, and I can no longer hold on.
Just when she was about to have a showdown with Bart and say that he would let her go if he didn't love her, Bart came back with a little smell of wine. Although it smelled of wine, it smelled very good, just like the breath of nature.
, when she originally thought she would sleep one night and leave as usual, Bart kissed her.
Then, just like the thunder from the sky stirred up the fire in the earth, Bart awakened the lust hidden in her body. The moment Bart kissed her, she began to respond crazily, and then Bart began to tear her clothes. Unexpectedly,
Such an age can still burst out with such passion. When Bart and his wife woke up from their passion, Mrs. Bart asked him: "What happened to you today? Why are you suddenly so brutal?"
Blushed.
Bart laughed loudly and then kissed his wife on the face and said: "Dear, in fact, the reason why I was cold to you before was entirely because I lost the ability to be a man for some unknown reason, so I was like that.
, but something magical happened today.”
Then she told what happened at the Duke of York's house, and laughed again after saying it. Mrs. Bart was secretly happy in her heart. It turned out that her husband loved her, and her waiting was not in vain. Of course, she also thanked the man who created her.
The red wine person, she blushed again thinking of Bart's madness.
Bart sighed in his heart that it was a gift from God.