The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

The dance is over.

Albert stood on the balcony on the second floor, looked at Zhou Hexuan who was opening the car door, and said to Montbat: "Dicky, he... he actually said that I would be king, it's... really ridiculous!"

"Is he trying to provoke your relationship with Edward?" Mountbatten was wary of Zhou Hexuan.

"Or... maybe." Prince Albert felt very strange. On the one hand, he didn't have any intention of being a king, and on the other hand, a certain nerve was provoked. Zhou Hexuan was the first person to say that he could be a king.

Originally, Albert wanted to keep Zhou Hexuan to discuss drama art together. But after what Zhou Hexuan said, Albert didn't dare to keep anyone, but Mountbatten was kept by him.

Although Mountbatten could not inherit his father's title (Duke of Germany), he had a close relationship with the British royal family and was even legally one of the presumptive heirs to the British throne. Well, if the children and granddaughters of the current British king are all dead, Mountbatten can stand up and fight for the throne.

Mountbatten is also a good friend of Prince Albert. The two have known each other since childhood, but they have not been in touch for many years. Therefore, other nobles were not very aware of this matter, and because Mountbatten married the daughter of a wealthy businessman, everyone thought that the Mountbatten family had completely declined.

"Don't think about what he said anymore," Mountbatten patted Albert's shoulder, "If you feel depressed, you can serve in the navy with me, maybe you can find your own value in the military."

Albert laughed at himself wryly: "Going to be the... captain of the ship? During... the war, I gave the order to open... open fire, and the enemy's shells were all... fired."

"Hahahaha," Mountbatten was amused, "I still have a week to go back to the Mediterranean Fleet. Take advantage of this opportunity, you can accompany me to have fun in London. I haven't been back for four years. London."

While the two were talking, it suddenly began to rain lightly outside.

London is like this, it rains all year round, sometimes two or three times a day.

Vivien Leigh looked at the rainwater flowing down the window glass, and happily gestured with her fingers to hide the excitement that had not dissipated in her heart.

A misty drizzle hung over the night, diluting the fireworks brought by industrialization, and the rain seemed to cast a layer of mystery on London. Zhou Hexuan rolled the car window, stretched out his hand to catch the slightest drop of rain and said, "I don't like the rain in London. It's endless and not heavy. I can't find that hearty feeling."

"I don't like it either," Vivien Leigh said with a smile. "I lived in India when I was a child. When I first returned to England, I was very unaccustomed to the rainy weather all day. So I often got wet because I always forgot to bring an umbrella when I went out." .”

Zhou Hexuan asked: "Then do you like India?"

Vivien Leigh recalled: "I don't like it very much either. India is a terrible place where white people are supremacist and the aborigines are like livestock. My father is only a small local military officer, but there are also three servants in the family. I still vaguely remember that those Indian servants walked always He is cautious, and often bends over when talking to me. Once, I rewarded a snack with a valet, and the valet suddenly fell on the ground and kissed my boots, which frightened me at the time."

"Your father punished him?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Vivien Li nodded and said, "Yes, I gave him ten lashes."

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "If you are still in India, you should live a very comfortable life. You can call those servants at will and live a life like a master."

"Maybe," Vivien Leigh asked suddenly, "What about China? I've heard people say that China is still far behind India."

Zhou Hexuan said: "Seeing is believing, you can go to China to see someday."

Vivien Leigh suddenly smiled and said: "In my imagination, China should be a magical country, and only then can there be such a wonderful person as Mr. Zhou."

"Am I amazing?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

"Of course," Vivien Leigh's tone was full of admiration, "You can write a classic love story like "Titanic", your study of Shakespeare's plays is admired by everyone, and you can repel high-ranking nobles with a few words. It seems that there is nothing wrong , you can't do it, it's the first time I meet a man as outstanding as you."

"Haha, you are very good at flattering people." Zhou Hexuan was very pleased with this.

During the chat between the two, the car quickly drove to the Royal Academy of Arts. Vivien Leigh looked at the closed school gate and exclaimed: "Oops, we came back too late and we can't get in."

"How about," Zhou Hexuan thought for a while and said, "I'll take you to the hotel."

Vivien Leigh lowered her head and said, "That's the only way to go."

The car drove two blocks, arrived at the hotel where Zhou Hexuan was staying, and got an extra room smoothly.

"I live next door, call me if you need anything." Zhou Hexuan sent Vivien Li to the door of the room.

The lights in the corridor were very dim. Seeing that Sun Yongzhen had left, Vivien Leigh suddenly mustered up her courage and said, "Why don't you come in and have a seat."

Zhou Hexuan was a little conflicted, he didn't want to provoke any more women, but this woman in front of him was a peerless beauty who was as famous as Hepburn, it was inevitable that he would have a sneaky thought, and it seemed that if he didn't do something, he would regret it all his life.

In Freud's technical terms, Zhou Hexuan's "id" finally defeated the "ego" and "superego". His rationality and morality faded at a specific time and in a specific environment, and instinctive desires took over the control of the body.

"boom!"

The door was closed by Zhou Hexuan, before Vivien Leigh could speak, Zhou Hexuan hugged her and kissed her violently.

"Well!"

Vivien Li's eyes widened in panic. Although she also wanted to get in touch with Zhou Hexuan, the current development was too fast, completely beyond her expectations.

Vivien Leigh was resisting at first, pushing and struggling non-stop, but soon gave up this senseless struggle, and closed her eyes to enjoy it. It wasn't until she was pushed onto the bed by the man that she realized that her belt had been untied.

"I'll go, you bastard!"

Zhou Hexuan couldn't help cursing in Chinese, Vivien Leigh's clothes were actually tied with a waistband, no matter how "good at undressing people's clothes" he couldn't get them off for a while.

"Pfft!"

Vivien Leigh, who was originally ashamed, angry and emotionally moved, suddenly laughed out loud when she saw this situation, grabbed Zhou Hexuan's hand and said, "Get rid of this first, take your time."

After saying this, Vivien Leigh's ears turned red in an instant, and she secretly scolded herself for being too dissolute, how could she do such a thing?

It's a pity that it's too late to regret. Mr. Zhou is very inquisitive, and he can get the corset that he has never seen before in a few minutes. Vivien Li was so ashamed that she got on the bed and didn't dare to speak anymore, she clumsily accepted the man's assault, with a sense of excitement amidst the panic.

The light rain outside has stopped, but a violent storm has set off in the room.