Chapter 685: Origin and starting point

The coffee fell on Steinbell's face and on the tablecloth, dampening the sunlight, and drenching it.
Yes, he sprayed his face on the general.
Elena's face was very red, and her hands were also very red, as if a fire was burning under her skin, like a red plum sprinkled in white snow, she was delicate and beautiful.
He did not expect, in any case, that Miss Elena, who had just met, would say such a thing. She was only 15 years old, the age when she made Corolla with her youth and dreams. As a well-educated girl, how could you say such a thing?
He swears to the sky that the face in the mirror is ordinary, really ordinary. This is a conclusion he reached after seeing it thousands of times...oh no, it's the truth.
Is it just such a face that can't be said to be handsome, nor can it be said that it is ugly, that will make Elena fall in love at first sight?
He doesn't believe it, but a fool believes it!
He knew why she said that, because someone taught her that the phrase "I will work hard" was meant for him and for herself.
This is not a mere meeting, it is a forced marriage, of course, in the form of a beloved betrayal.
After all, Steinbell did not give up this clumsy method.
Admittedly, it is lame, but it is undeniable that it is very effective, because they seized their weakness and began to learn to play emotional cards.
Generals such as Clayston, Stanbell, and Carter Bonarotti never had such a scheming. I am afraid that only "Etia" Governor Baffir, the old guy who habitually wears white gloves would think With such a "poisonous" trick, give yourself a handy man.
Elena is only fifteen or six years old. If she refuses her request, it is likely to have a negative impact on her growth.
Whether it is from the attitude towards the old Barney and others. There is also revenge for Meng Haoyu, McDowell and others, and the "Georgian" nobleman was killed in anger because of Bai Hao and Roy. It can be seen that he is a very softhearted person towards his own people.
So, these brazen guys actually made a lovely girl brave the courage to say that.
She is like a water elf, clean without a trace of impurities.
Is he ruthless to refuse?
He was cruel. But he couldn't promise her.
Some people's marriage is a political transaction, and some people's marriage is a transaction of power and money. He wouldn't do this, not to mention that he didn't even settle for Zhou Ai and Claire. What qualifications and reason do he have to go to the trouble again.
Everyone has the love of beauty, but not all beauty can be embraced, just like the starlight because of the distance. It is so beautiful that it shocks people's hearts. Once it gets close, the heat will burn people to ashes.
"These words...who did you learn from?"
He was facing Elena, but from the corner of his eye he scanned Baffir.
The old man drooped his eyelids, as if nap. He is obviously different from Stanbell and Creston. The face is very clean, there are no age spots, and there are not many wrinkles. I want to spend time on this face on weekdays.
It is said that he was handsome when he was young, and he was the famous little white-faced nobleman of the Duke of Knar.
Elena said: "No, they... they just suggested that. The real decision... is in my own hands."
"I want to do this, so... just say that."
"Do you want to do this?" Tang Fang withdrew his gaze. Looking at her with a stunned look: "Do you know what you are doing?"
"I... I know." She bit her lip and said, her eyes gleamed with a light called firmness, only with a touch of childish brows. It looks so cute, it makes people hard to get serious.
She said: "I think this is probably politics."
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl said the word "politics". This is not cute, it is very sad.
Tang Fang felt that at her age, she should pursue something beautiful and out of reach like Tang Yun did, and enjoy the lush years and great years. Rather than being kidnapped by heavy things like "politics."
He shook his head and tried to smile wryly. But I found that I couldn't laugh anymore, and the muscles on his face seemed to freeze.
There was a touch of sadness on her face. The bright eyes also cast some muddy colors: "You must think I'm naive... Maybe it's funny, but please don't doubt my determination... Will you marry me? I will learn to be a good wife, just like It’s the same as those in the ancient books."
Stanbell and Creston stared directly at the long table that seemed to be stagnant sunlight, like petrification.
The dull atmosphere once again filled the whole room, and then it was lit by the dazzling sunlight, turned into a temperatureless flame, and flooded everything around the long table.
Tang Fang didn't reply, he just pushed aside the chair and stood up, left the sun-filled position, walked to Elena and squatted down, staring at her rainy eyes.
In the sun, a small dust was flying in the light dance, glowing with a soft golden color, quietly wandering in front of him and her.
He stretched out his hand and placed it on the ocean of coffee, rubbing her head casually, and said with a smile: "Elena, you are still young... I promise you that when you grow up and become sensible, I will marry your."
After finishing speaking, she gently pecked on her forehead, got up and walked out the door.
Tang Lin followed and left his seat and stepped to follow.
Elena raised her hand, subconsciously trying to touch her forehead, but stopped halfway, her eyes filled with hesitation and confusion.
Stanbell's body slowly softened, and a smile clung to his face, looking a little more angry.
Carter Bonarotti drank the cold coffee in front of him. His actions looked like drinking, not a cup of coffee.
"On behalf of the people of the Duke of Knorr, thank you, Miss Elena."
Creston walked up to her, knelt on one knee, and performed a very standard cavalry.
Tang Fang's words are like a reassurance for them.
Marriage, the main content of the marriage of men and women, is sometimes regarded as a transaction, but more often it is a bond to maintain the needs of some people.
Born in a powerful family, the so-called freedom is sometimes really extravagant.
Elena stared blankly at the sunlight shining away after Tang Fang stepped away. They are lively, but not warm.
At the moment she heard that sentence, she was not happy. There is a faint sense of loss and sorrow, not enough to cry, and unable to maintain a calm mood. It is a feeling of wanting to cry but unable to cry.
She hopes to hear such words, but she does not want to hear them.
This is not a contradiction. Because she is a person, she has a perceptual and a rational side.
She didn't hate Tang Fang, and she didn't like it, but she didn't understand it more. In other words, it is just a description of him by Stanbell and others.
On the other hand, she knows what kind of problems the Duke of Knar is facing now, and what kind of situation is the whole Turanx United Kingdom.
The Duke she inherited was neither wealth nor glory, but a heavy burden. Enough to crush her to pieces. Although Stanbell, Creston, and others were supported, their strength was far from enough.
Tang Fang's strength is indispensable.
She must tie the Duke of Knell to the chariot of "Morning Star Casting" at her own expense. Because of her, and what Creston, Stanbell and others are trying to do, it is not only to overcome the immediate difficulties, but also to use Tang Fang's power for future reforms, balances, conquests, and restrictions.
Only to become his wife, or fiancée, is justified.
Stanbell, Creston and others are all military commanders. In fact, under a system like the Turanx United Kingdom, the so-called generals are more or less "politicians".
Since it has the attribute of "politician". Naturally, politicians are used to solve non-military problems.
Elena is a young girl. Because of her responsibilities and background, as well as everyone's expectations, she has to sacrifice her life and shoulder this political marriage.
Very cruel and helpless.
She is very smart. He is more mature than his peers, although he is still very immature in the face of Tang Fang and Steinbel. But I still force myself to be courageous and learn to accept. To adapt to this cruelty.
Since I have chosen this path, even if I shed tears, I must go on.
She is amazing, just like her father.
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Throw a clean pearl into a dirty sewer. Will it still be clean?
Tang Fang walked very slowly, and his leather boots stepped on the luminous ground in the corridor, making a dull crash.
Tang Lin caught up from behind, lowered his voice and asked, "You really want to marry her?"
Tang Fang said: "I am ashamed to see their efforts and sacrifices. Don't you think they are very similar to those of Grant and Claire? Although they are of different origins, the light in their eyes is not different."
"It's just... politics will ruin her."
"Hey." He sighed and said, "I said, I am ashamed."
Tracing back to the source, Elena was dragged into the water by him. If they hadn't had the first words, how could Stanbell and Creston hit the girl with the idea of ​​inheritance.
When he saw the blue sky in the depths of her eyes, he began to regret it.
He really shouldn't have involved such a clean girl in the political storm in Turanx.
It is a pity that there is no regret about selling medicine.
Elena promised to inherit the seat of duke, willing to be a chess piece in his hand.
Now the girl made such a request in front of everyone, Yuqing, he couldn't bear to hurt her feelings, Yuli, he felt guilty for her and should be compensated.
He can only agree.
So, Buffal's emotional card is really beautiful.
Stanbell and Crestton's lobbying for so long ended in failure, but Elena's words with great courage to defeat shyness left him with nowhere to go.
Tang Lin was silent for a while and asked, "If you marry her, what about Claire and Freya?"
The road leading to the sealed port where the "Zao Angel" is located is very deserted, and even the light in the corridor is a bit dim.
Tang Fang was silent for a long time, until the "Zai Angel" was in sight, he exhaled a sulky breath and said, "I will not marry her."
"Then why did you promise her?"
"I just said wait until she grows up, wait until she is sensible. But in my opinion, she is still far from growing up, and sensible."
A wry smile appeared on Tang Lin's face: "Brother, is it really good for you to play word games like this?"
He grabbed the handrail in front of him and looked at the behemoth that occupies almost the entire harbour: "In fact, all the people at Steinbell want are just a link between the'Morning Star Casting' and the Duke of Knell. When all of Congreve's political ambitions are realized, It makes no difference whether I marry Elena or not."
"I believe she will find her happiness then."
Tang Lin looked at his profile for a long time. Said: "Brother, thank you very much."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I have never thought so much like you, it seems...neither did you before, but when you come back from the front line, you have changed a lot. I know that this change is partly due to experience, but more of it is forced Helpless."
"Now, the burden on your shoulders is heavier, and I can't help you share something."
He smiled comfortingly. Said: "Tang Lin, you really have grown up."
After speaking, a playful smile suddenly appeared: "You can, you can help me share some things."
"Brother, you said. As long as I can do it." Tang Lin said, patting his chest.
"Go hook up with Elena... she's pretty good."
"This is the'Zai Angel'? It is more spacious than the'Morning Star'." Tang Lin didn't seem to hear it.
"It's more than spacious, it's basically a small space station." Tang Fang smiled, without saying much, and stepped towards the connecting passage: "Let's go, get on the ship, let them show you our new flagship."
Tang Lin said, "Well, I will go to the viewing cabin together after getting off the boat. I haven't seen Bai Hao and Roy yet."
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Tang Fang and Tang Lin returned to "Zai Angel". Elena was led by Creston to rest in a bedroom.
Stanbell rushed to the command center to settle related matters. During the talks, Baffair, who had never spoken, did not rush back to "Aitiya" immediately, but came to a scenic area in the military port.
There are artificially excavated murmur springs. There are also shaded green bamboos, and the sky is a non-dazzling virtual sun, illuminating the only green space in this steel city.
It was late at night, and the landscape area seemed a bit deserted. The plants stretched their branches and leaves and swayed gently with the breeze from the central air conditioner.
There was a man sitting on a bench near the fountain. The not very dense leaves of laurel sprinkled a mottled light and shadow on her shoulders and profile.
She took off the black myopia on the bridge of her nose and placed it on the title page of the book on her right.
The words "unbearable lightness of life" became somewhat scattered under the mirror light. Like the sun setting in the treetops in the afternoon.
"sit down."
Buffal sat on her left side, staring at the bright but poisonous stamens of an oleander opposite.
"He agreed?"
"He agreed."
"..."
Then there was a moment of silence.
The wind continued to blow. Send flowers and dampness.
"Is it really good for you to do this?" Buffal's clean face showed a bit of fatigue, not only because of his old age and suffering from long nights, but also because of the heavy government affairs and physical and mental fatigue.
Kylenia pulled away her long hair that was tossed by the wind and said, "I'm just doing what I think is right... Tang Fang, he is too emotional, it's not good."
Yes, the strategy of getting Elena to propose in person did not come from Buffal, but from her.
"Anyway, I want to thank you."
She didn't answer immediately. She raised her head and scanned the floating island in the middle of the viewing area, watching the flowing water flow into a silver line, and the clear pool below splashed with crystal water.
Those moisture refracted the brilliance from the virtual sun, spreading out a fragmented rainbow.
"No thanks, we just get what we need."
Buffal smiled helplessly: "Do you want to be so cold?"
"I should have died a long time ago." She calmly watched the water rise and fall, and then she fell into the powder, and sadness surged to her eyebrows: "It's just that there are still some wishes left."
"I suddenly envy Harrington."
"Ha...Lin...Dun..." She whispered the name of that person, sadness spreading across her face like a tide.
He knew that he was a bit of a gaffe, thought about it, and changed the subject: "He is really lucky to have friends like you."
The "him" in this sentence is not Harrington Harris, but Tang Fang.
Kylinia smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Is this not my luck, no...our luck."
"Yes." Buffal rubbed his slightly cold old legs, looked up at the sky, and said in a low, slow voice: "The old prince can look down."
She picked up the myopia on the right hand side, held the "Unbearable Lightness of Life" in her arms, got up and walked towards the entrance of the viewing area.
"The humidity here is too heavy, which is not good for your health."
Buffal didn't move, still looking up at the fictional clouds in the sky, as if Congreffe was smiling at him.
He was the person the old duke relied on most, and he was also the most trusted person. He was also the best friend, comrade-in-arms, and...drinking friend.
Kylienia walked on the bluestone path leading to the side door and disappeared in the shadow of the green bamboo.
Although not long after boarding the "Morning Star", she was already one of the people who knew Tang Fang's character best.
She knew that he couldn't agree to Creston's proposal, Elena was still young, it was immoral to do so, and he couldn't ignore Claire's feelings and hated to confuse marriage with politics.
Even if things have developed to this point, he is still used to being an ordinary person, trying to be ashamed of everyone, trying to be ashamed of his heart.
Is this possible? This is impossible!
Kylienia knows the helplessness and cruelty of fate more than anyone else~EbookFREE.me~Morning Star Casting" If it is only "Morning Star Casting", it will never become a wave that pushes history forward.
If Tang Fang was only a businessman, he would never truly realize the ideals of Grant, Clea, Churchill and others.
"Morning Star Casting" must continue to grow, but it is not only limited to the business field, Tang Fang also needs to change his own position, instead of relying only on those cleverness.
He must radiate his political prestige so that when everyone mentions "Morning Star Casting", they think of not a company, but a political idea.
Only in this way will he have the capital to truly redeem the people of Monya, instead of just destroying the Stewart family with violence like a group of strong men who control and kill, but is unable to create the century.
In Kylinia's eyes, "Dillard" is an origin, not a starting point.
His real starting point should be here, in "Aradele".
………………(To be continued)