"What's going on? The medicine tonight is so thick, and the mouth is full of powder." As soon as he took a sip, Andrew realized that the taste was a little different from the past. So he picked up the medicine jar and took it in front of him, and found something was wrong. He asked St. Martin, who was about to bow his head and leave the room, and said, "Major, there seems to be a lot of fly powder on it?"

"Oh, oh, hehe, that's right, that's the order of the military officer Renek. He said that the general has been complaining about the aggravation of his body recently, so he added a little more dose." Concealing the embarrassment on his face, St. Martin didn't turn around and continued to lower his head and answered.

"That's fine, the doctor has the final say. I'm just worried about excessive amounts. Alas, eating too much will cause some trouble." When Andrew heard that it was the request of the military officer, he stopped saying a word.

The military officer Renek made this kind of medicine for him, which was a folk remedy explained by an old gypsy wandering in Paris. The main ingredients were Spanish flies and several herbs, taken twice a day. At the beginning, the military officer dared not use it on the commander, after all, Renek, who graduated from a regular medical school, was still a little resistant. But later, General Andrew's pain intensified. Renek, who really couldn't stand it, carefully applied it after asking for the consent of his superiors.

The effect was pretty good. Andrew got up early and felt very comfortable all over. So he instructed the military officer to suffer every day. However, the side effects of this thing are not small. Within half an hour after taking it, Andrew would feel that his lower body was extremely swelling and he had some kind of impulse that could not be suppressed. Therefore, at this time, Andrew would instruct the guards in front of the door not to allow anyone to come in for 30 minutes, especially women.

"General, do you have any more instructions?" Saint Martin asked carefully, as if he was about to take the door out.

"No more, you go down. In addition, I would like to remind the lieutenant to let him release the double post today."

"Yes, General!" St. Martin walked out in a hurry, but forgot to salute. Fortunately, General Andrew, who had never attended a regular military academy, did not pay attention to this.

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Note: The so-called "Spanish flies" are popular in European aphrodisiacs in the 18th and 19th century. Spanish flies are not really some kind of flies that are specialized in Spain, but are a type of small beetles distributed in European countries. The appearance of the small beetles has nothing in common with flies. Its scientific name is "Bansai". It is said that the body contains a high amount of bansai, which can stimulate the urethra and improve sexual ability. Generally, the "Spanish flies" are captured, dried, and then ground into powder. It is more casual and can be put into food, wine or pills and swallowed directly. "Spanish flies" are very popular in European countries and are not expensive. Whether it is high-level nobles or lower-class people, they can afford it, but bansai has great side effects. According to French literature records, among the citizens of Paris, dozens of people die from "Spanish flies" with excessive doses every year.

The above facts are obtained by me who read the information, and I cannot find out the authenticity of it. Please do not be more convinced by readers of this book. In addition, the so-called "Spanish flies" on the market are all fake and shoddy products, so don't be fooled.

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"Prince Ted, I'll be on duty today and ask you and your people to go down!" St. Martin ordered the officer on the side of the corridor.

"Yes, Major!" After saluting, he was about to evacuate, but unexpectedly found that the corporal standing next to Major St. Martin was a little strange. He first smelled the scent of pomegranate flower perfume on him, and then he saw her face a little familiar, and then...

"Lieutenant, why haven't you left yet?" St. Martin was anxious and urged him quickly.

However, the "corporal" beside him walked over and said in an extremely weak voice to Lieutenant Ted, "This is my secret with your general. Please don't tell others. When I become the Queen of Spain, I will definitely repay the Basques."

Hearing Princess Sophia's voice, he immediately understood something. Without saying a word, he called the other guards to evacuate.

In the room, Andrew was in a painful battle between the earth and heaven. Tonight was indeed a little different from the past. His eyes began to be confused, and he felt his mouth was irritable and very upset, and he could not suppress his sexual interest. The things under his climax were all red and hot, and he stood upright with his head held high for more than 10 minutes, but there was no sign of disappearing.

"Come, give me a glass of water." Andrew shouted to the door.

Almost at the same time, Princess Sophia, dressed in the corporal costume, quietly walked into the room, holding a glass of water in her hand.

"Thank you, Corporal!" Andrew almost snatched the water cup and drank it again, then looked up at the person, but found that it was not the guard beside him.

Andrew immediately became alert and asked in a low voice: "Who are you? You are not my guard!" Then he took a big step back and threw his head hard, trying to make himself more awake.

Princess Sophia chuckled, without answering, but took the initiative to untidy clothes and reveal her true face. She is a natural beauty with a magnificent and beautiful long hair, a snow-white and tender pink neck, a pretty and beautiful face with a distinct black and white and watery phoenix eyes on her pretty face, a pair of round and proud breasts stand on her chest, and a faint virgin fragrance all over her body. When she smiled sweetly, it made people feel like they wanted to kiss her and immediately hugged her.

"I dress so sexy and exposed, my naked shoulders and clearly visible breasts... are so seductive!" Andrew looked at the beauty with a lewd look, and secretly admired. Suddenly, he slapped himself again and stared at him again. The love in front of him was his enemy, Princess Sophia.

"How did you come in? What did you do when you come in?... Oh, I understand, it's St. Martin!" Andrew finally woke up, but did not make any noise, and even a few complaints were completed in whispers.

"General, I'm leaving tomorrow. Sophia just wants to dance for her beloved before leaving!" Sophia revealed a faint resentment, as if she was expressing her grievances.

Andrew looked at his heart and nodded, not refusing, but his mind was a little drowsy and strange.

At this time, Sophia was already dancing, and Andrew couldn't help but beat the dancers according to his steps. It was a famous Spanish Flamenco dance.

In the whole dance, Sophia was filled with passion and rapid transient dynamics, with rich details and full of vitality, and was filled with this passion expressed in the most primitive way. Swing, spinning, shaking her shoulders, spreading her arms, twisting her waist, and sending her hips. She looked like a mermaid swimming in the sea, rendering the Flamenco dance full of charm. Her skillful fingers, intoxicated eyes, and long flamboyant hair are the personality in personality, the anger in anger, all of this is definitely due to love...

Putting aside all the ostentatiousness and movement, Andrew was a little drunk and began to be confused. His heart gently moved, like the thin wind, wrinkled a pool of spring water, like someone singing softly, slight waves. Andrew looked at the dark night outside the window like a dream. The sadness for no reason was lost in the quietness of the gods. Some past events, some friends who could not meet, and the continuous homesickness all passed by quietly like clouds in front of him. There was no light, no moon, and no eyes at night, only the ancient church in front of him stood alone. The mottled exterior walls, the echo of the bells tells the vicissitudes of the eighteenth century. Occasionally, there was a mountain bird shrill sound, which made people secretly frightened. Perhaps it was the sigh and resentment of unintentional fall.

Following Sophia's light and cheerful footsteps, Andrew continued to beat the beat, as if he was feeling the carnival night again. It was the mountains raised by the bonfire that emitted the heat of the crowd, and the pleasure stirred by the long skirts that were improvised in the tavern. The unguarded heart, the hot passion, continued the happiness of no reason.

Dance has always been so free, unrestrained and exciting. It is the dream of music, the free soul, and the burning youth. After calmness, it must be a wild dance. After the crazy dance, there must be quiet, arranged so meticulously and understandingly, and know how to give the bystanders a breath. During this period, sadness and joy, movement and stillness, beauty and pain are intertwined.

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Note: Flamenco is a comprehensive art in Spain. It is a Spanish-specific, bright and passionate national dance, which combines dance, singing and instrumental music. The men in the dance pay great attention to the movement of their feet, and the rhythm is very crisp when they tap the floor with their heels; women's dance pays more attention to the movement of their bodies. Dancers often step on the ground while twisting their fingers to make sounds. In addition, singing, clapping, shouting, dancing steps and the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the dancer's hands, the atmosphere is very warm.

Most of the above descriptions of dance are based on someone's narrative and feelings about Flamenco dance, not the original work of me.

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At some point, the dancer stopped, fiddled with an attractive posture, and looked at the only audience at the scene affectionately.

Finally, Andrew couldn't bear the impulse in his heart, and slowly walked forward and began to touch the princess's face and nose with his lips. This might not be a kiss, but just a little touch. With the soft touch, Sophia returned the general with full enthusiasm.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then slowly opened it, inserted her hand into Andrew's hair, and then bit each other's earlobe with her teeth. The tip of her tongue depicted the man's most fragile edge, murmured in a gentle voice, and then lowered her head to kiss. The two kissed each other in a relatively unfamiliar but passionate way. There was no rude movement, and they kissed each other in detail and concentration. The man licked the woman's lips with the tip of her tongue, and the woman gently bited the man with her teeth, feeling that this was a tacit understanding that came from birth.

Andrew's hand began to slide to Sophia's abdomen, which was rising and falling due to gasping, and then he leaned into her legs and groped gently until he found the most sensitive point, and then began to rub it. He caressed her gently and thoroughly while murmuring her in her ears. A fiery fire burned from her body, and the urgent feeling almost made her crazy. She unconsciously arched her and took the initiative to touch her gently.

After only a minute, the desire swelled again, and Andrew needed to vent his anger, and all his senses were hanging on the edge of ecstasy. Suddenly, he carried the princess up and sent it to the bed.

...

He drove straight into her body, pushing her into a wonderful wonderland. Her hands grabbed his wet shoulders, and the senses in her body became more intense with every movement of his movement. She gradually lost in the rising wave until she could not bear it.

"Don't stop, keep going..." She gasped. "I... can't stand it anymore!"

"Stop, keep cheering! Persistence, perseverance is victory! I am proud and proud, killing the Yalu River..." Andrew, who was talking nonsense, continued to swing hard until she climbed to the peak of bliss and screamed in ecstasy. The waves of joy rolled over. She climbed tightly on his solid and slender body and felt herself flying.

When her body finally calmed down, he was still moving faster and deeper in her body, and then the strong, wonderful feeling of rising came again, and there was only a piece of empty mind in her mind, as if she had entered another brilliant world, and she was completely liberated. She floated in the rising waves, heard his strange sound, and rushed forward with him again, finally staying in the deepest part of her. His body suddenly bowed back, moaning roughly and sprinkled his seeds on her. They hugged each other and slowly fell on the soft clouds together.

...

When everything returned to peace, the two were already quiet and lying at the head of the bed.

"It feels so good!" Sophia squinted her eyes and recalled excitedly, tears of pain or happiness hung on the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, does it hurt?" Andrew was gentle and concerned, which was the traces of virginity he found on the tip of his hand.

"Yeah, a little bit."

"It's a pity that you're leaving tomorrow."

"Haha, then I invite you to Madrid as a Spanish princess."

"OK!"

"But some nobles will definitely object!"

"Don't worry about them, I'll definitely come to Madrid."

"Why? They'll kill you!"

"Don't worry, as long as you invite Andrew will definitely go, and you will lead the troops there!"

While speaking, Andrew's hands and feet did not stop at all, and kissed his lover with unfulfilled desire. His powerful palm wandered around, stroking her smooth skin. His big hands covered her chest and teased the pink top. He patiently explored her delicate body, making the nerves in her whole body unbearable as if they were on fire. Sophia completely forgot the meaning of Andrew's last sentence.

"Don't pull, I want to rest." The princess said sweetly, but called the invader with her hands, which was a hint and encouragement.

"Two hours ago, you stirred me up, and for the next three hours, you need to make up for me."

"Hate, hehe, be gentle!"

"I got it, why don't I sing a song for you?"

"What song?"

"Folk songs from hometown, eighteen touches!"

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Chapter completed!