Secrets Under The Moonlight

Chapter 3: Escape

While the woman finished changing Anna Joan's new clothes, she also asked quite a few questions about the woman she had entered; the body owner was Susan Charmaine, a resident of Devlin Henry - the largest brothel. Baldric Walter originally said that old man Baldwin used a thousand taels of silver to buy Susan Charmaine's first night, but Susan Charmaine didn't live or die; at this time, the midwife told Baldwin to bring a group of people to destroy her body.

As for the beautiful woman who rambled on in front of her, it was the attractive Diana Adelaide on the Devlin Henry floor, the good sister of Susan Charmaine.

A light blue dress that fits the body, on the sleeves, is embroidered with small yellow flowers, silver thread draws Selena's lines, the bodice has a row of light blue Selena, on the chest is a soft yellow chest cloth, on the head only used a needle inlaid with pearls. Lightly moving body, long pants swaying, long sleeves, unspeakable beauty.

Without waiting to take out the mirror and look closer, Anna Joan was still slightly disappointed because Susan Charmaine's face was so pitiful, her eyebrows arched like endless sorrow. Moreover, she had stagnation of blood, this time as real as an abused little girl; it can't be faked!

If she passed through once, she should change her face to a peerless look; now, she doesn't even have a chance to correct it; she has to carry this pitiful human face for the rest of her life.

Slightly twitching the corner of her mouth, the corner of her mouth pretended to be pitiful; when the woman saw it in a hurry, she couldn't bear to pull her shoulder: "Susan Charmaine, I'll have a chance to go to the door in a moment, wait for the carriage to come halfway, let's go together run away together!"

"Hide?" Anna Joan looked back, completely unclear of the situation.

"Miss, are you ready? The mother impatiently waited and told the lady to quickly put on her makeup and go out the door!" Outside the door came the anxious sound of a woman; Diana Adelaide stood up, nostalgic, looking at the bed she had slept in since childhood, even a little wistful.

"Susan Charmaine, let's go!" She seemed to have made up her mind, pulling Anna Joan outside.

"But..." Anna Joan could not resist, only letting Diana Adelaide pull open the door to the room; the sisters invited guests, and they put on sexy costumes and makeup carefully, occasionally pulling the sideburns low to reveal this milky breast; the plump breasts seemed to be hidden, like a transparent iridescent spring dewdrop.

Go downstairs, go out the main door, and look back; it turns out that this is the place for the prostitutes to dance and sing to entertain others. The stage is red, and the hot girls are twirling on it, sometimes blinking their eyes down the background, like beckoning to the amorous prince, the rich old man, the poet, and the gentleman waving their fans, greeting the heavens hero.

Outside the door, a beautiful horse-drawn carriage was waiting; the driver was a man, his eyes shining, his figure thin.

"Hurry up to the car!" The man coldly opened his mouth, his eyes filled with impatience.

Diana Adelaide turned her eyes and took a long look again; on the second floor, a girl was wearing a pink dress leaning slightly on the railing, sending her eyes to see him off.

Stupidly getting into the carriage, Diana Adelaide suddenly grasped Anna Joan's small hand quite forcefully; there seemed to be thin sweat on the palm of her hand.

"Get out of this road later; I'll make an excuse to ask the coachman to stop; you knock him on the head with this; let's go!" Having said that, she took a rolling pin and placed it in her hand.

"But why hide?" Anna Joan had a face that didn't quite understand the situation.

"Susan Charmaine, are you scared and stunned by Old Raymond? Isn't it nice to say that when I entered the palace, there was no one from the Mistress to follow; we hid together?" Diana Adelaide's heart pounded in her lap, looking at Anna Joan in astonishment.

"But I'm not Susan Charmaine." Anna Joan froze and hastily opened her mouth.

"Susan Charmaine, you listen to me; you don't have to be afraid; after all, entering the palace is death; we hide; maybe there is a chance!" The woman was not as calm as just now, shaking Anna Joan's body vigorously; her quick eyes scared people.

"Into the palace?" Anna Joan was vaguer, her body almost stiffened into a statue, just staying in the bar, entering the palace again, she passed through. Isn't she a small tướng quân? Could there be a more complicated context?

"Susan Charmaine, are you really scared?" Diana Adelaide impatiently growled; one hand took a pestle to roll the dough with great difficulty before bringing it out and holding it in her chest: "No matter what, today we must flee; we can't enter the palace! "She turned her eyes, her face filled with determination.

Without waiting for Anna Joan to clarify the situation, she shouted loudly: "Whoa, who is that?"

Hearing that, the coachman immediately turned his head and lifted the curtain; Diana Adelaide hid to one side, waiting for the other man's head to come, bang, and violently hit the man's head.

The man groaned; fresh blood flowed from his head, but he did not immediately faint; in his bloodshot eyes, a terrifying murder suddenly appeared; he reached out his hand and suddenly squeezed Diana Adelaide's neck. , his face was full of blue veins: "Damn prostitute, want to kill me!"

Diana Adelaide's body was suddenly hit by him on the carriage; she almost fainted in pain.

Diana Adelaide struggled, constantly thrashing the rolling pin in her hand, but her breathlessness left her completely helpless, the wood swinging over the man's spine like scratching an itch.

The horse was still galloping, everyone's shrill screams were heard all around, the man seemed to lose his temper, his hand suddenly used strength, and the corner of his lips coldly turned up. Diana Adelaide's eyes were filled with despair; the rolling pin fell on the carriage; she turned her eyes with difficulty, looked at Anna Joan in panic, bit her lip, and spat out a word: "Go!"

Anna Joan was stunned, quickly picked up the rolling pin, and rolled under her feet; the force hit the man's head, and just a moment later, the man fell into the car with a thud.

Fresh blood gushed out from the man's nape; Anna Joan quickly threw the staff aside and went up to help Diana Adelaide: "How are you?"

Diana Adelaide struggled to agree, did not answer, and staggered to her knees, dragging Anna Joan to crawl outside.

The horse galloped madly on the road, the pedestrians fled in panic, the sunset gradually covered, and the sound of horse hooves was deafening.

"The horse is crazy!" Anna Joan cried out; two people jumped out of the fast carriage; the only way to die, now the most important thing is to make the horse stop. She stepped forward, sat in the driver's seat, pulled the reins in the man's hands, held the reins tightly, and pulled back with all her strength.

Who knew the horse only neighed, ran faster, after kicking a few passersby, straight to the gate, Diana Adelaide in the carriage fell left and right.

A team of horsemen in black armor guarded the city gate and saw Anna Joan's carriage coming quickly; a leading general quickly dismounted and stood on one side of the city gate when Anna Joan's carriage promptly rushed in. past, suddenly flew into the carriage, his arms wrapped around Anna Joan's body, his hands snatched the reins from her hands, immediately tugged on the reins, the horse frantically ran away as if restrained, neighed, the front hooves raised very high and then dropped heavily.

The carriage stopped, and the sound of another horse's hooves quickly surrounded Anna Joan's carriage until a drop of water could not flow. Each soldier wore black armor, their faces calm and serious, and their eyes were cold and sharp.

"Who are you?" The man holding Anna Joan in his chest spoke up; the sound was magnetic and deep.

"I am..." Anna Joan opened her mouth, raised her eyes, and was stunned by the man's face, speechless, with dark eyebrows, a resolute forehead, a handsome nose, and pupils. It looks like it will shine in the dark night, plus voluptuous thin lips, creating a strong male face.

The man, very similar to the person she loves in modern times —— Anselm Alexander!

The next second, she reached out, clutching the man's armor tightly: "Anselm Alexander? Really you...you take me out of here; I want to go home!" She dived into the man's chest, the cold armor tightly glued to her small face, making her feel even more unreal.

The man frowned and pushed her away unhappily: "Miss, you got the wrong person! Say, who are you guys!" His words were cold; turning to look at the dead coachman, his sharp eyes suddenly flashed.

A guard behind him stepped forward and whispered in his ear; he coldly looked at Anna Joan; those strange sharp eyes made her, who had just aroused hope for a moment, sink into the seabed.

He is not Anselm Alexander. Although his face is exactly like Anselm Alexander, he is not Anselm Alexander's; those eyes are too strange!

Anna Joan couldn't help but take two steps back, hugging Diana Adelaide behind her. The man's watchful gaze made her feel dangerous like a large net slowly unfolding towards them.

"As King Gregory's men, take them to the palace!" The man coldly opened his mouth, exited the car, and handed the reins to a soldier behind.

"Yes!" The soldier took the reins, turned around, and threw the body of the charioteer to be carried by one of the soldiers, and I made the horse turn around.

The carriage went to the city gate again; Diana Adelaide slowly closed her eyes, only muttering one sentence: "Should come, must come eventually!"