Chapter 15 The Duchess of Anjou who is waiting to be born

Yoland didn't know how long she had slept. In the hazy, the dazzling light reflected by her eyes made her sleeping position turn lazily. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Outside, the rain was still falling scattered, making ticking sounds on the quiet night. (,《》)

The beautiful lady obviously didn't notice how seductive her sleepy sleeping position would have. Corbyn glanced at it and turned her head back to the book. He was already hard below him.

Corbyn looked up as if nothing had happened and said, "You woke up? It was still early."

Yoland touched her bulging belly and lay on the bed again. However, this time she held the fluffy oriental soft pillow on her slightly plump chin, looking at Corbyn with bleary eyes and asked a confused question.

“Doesn’t you have to sleep if you believe in Christ?”

Corbin smiled playfully and turned his eyes to the mature woman: "Duce Anjou, are you making an invitation to me?"

Yoland's face suddenly became hot and hot. She was really confused when she was sleeping. She asked something bad, but she asked such questions at night. What if he really ran into bed!

Corbyn's fearful look on his wife made her tease her. He closed the book and smiled ambiguously extinguished the fire that illuminated the room.

"Rejecting a noble lady is not something a pious knight should do. Since you have sent the invitation sincerely, I will naturally respond to your request with great mercy."

The instant darkness brought Corbyn several seconds of discomfort. After that, he captured the eyes that were panicked in the darkness. Corbyn climbed onto the bed, and the smile cracked from the corner of his mouth was very proud. He hooked his fingers over Yoland's jaw and kissed the mature woman's cheek, causing her to get goosebumps.

Corbyn just wanted to scare Yoland, and didn't plan to continue. Then he said good night and didn't get into the bedding. He lay on it with a pillow and looked at the scarf hanging on the top of the bed.

Yoland was scared by Corbyn and almost lost all sleepiness. She lay on the big soft pillow for a long time and waited until her stomach felt uncomfortable before changing to a more comfortable position. She was silent for a long time, and the eyes that caught the other person were still open. Yoland, who was full of vigilance, did not plan to fall asleep again.

"What are you thinking about?"

Corbyn turned his head and looked at the fluffy-haired wife: "There are people in Provence, Anjou, who are in the rebellion."

"So what."

Corbyn reminded: "Don't forget our agreement."

Joland said, "You are too naive. I am just a duchess. If my son marrys a lady, I am not even a duchess. I have written to the Count of Provence and the nobles I have been loyal to me in Provence, but I cannot control the lords whom he is loyal to him."

"Then do you want me to go back on my word, too?"

"You dare...that's the worst, I'll be alone and I'll have two lives!" Yolande sat up suddenly, and she threatened with her eyes.

Corbyn also sat up, found a few pillows to put behind him, and put them on his back, saying, "Your belly is also your child."

Yoland said angrily: "But that's not what I would rather!"

"You did voluntarily marry Louis II of Anjou?" Corbin asked back, "I have heard of some things about this duke. He is your cousin. Not only is he older than you, but he also had a lot of romantic affairs with Charles VI's deceased wife and other women before marriage. I heard that the nuns in Anjou's monastery were all his prostitutes."

Yoland screamed, "Don't mention it again!"

Corbyn continued to play his sarcastic tongue: "He married a formal matchmaker to have a rape license. I don't have it, so I don't have a license?"

"It's different!" Yoland insisted, and she was very excited.

Corbyn asked, "Oh, why is it different?"

Yoland's lips moved and moved, she couldn't tell anything different, although she knew it was Corbyn's sophistry!

The lady cried again, and was very sad this time.

After meeting Corbyn, she always likes to cry.

"It's all you hateful men! Neither one or two are good people!"

Corbyn crawled over, his forehead pressed against Yoland's forehead, and his nose touched the tip of his nose, and his lips almost touched each other. This ambiguous posture made the noble lady's sobs less. Yoland had to retreat a little distance and turn her head away. The noble lady was teased and looked very cute, like a little girl.

"God, what are you doing?"

The wife, who was picked up by someone, was moved to the pile of pillows on the bed. Corbyn lay down, hugged Yoland with one hand, and fell into the soft pillow.

"Nothing, just sleeping."

"Let me go..."

"Don't let it go..."

"If you don't let go, I'll call someone..."

"If you call someone, I will rape you..."

Yoland: "…you…bastard…the demeanor of the knight has been ruined by you..."

Corbyn smiled and said, "I'm not a knight yet."

"I really want to tear your mouth..."

Yoland was then forced to kiss. Corbyn hugged the lady and couldn't help but caress the other person's charming breasts while being confused. Slowly, Corbyn lay on Yoland, pressed the other person's palm with both hands, leaned down, his mouth was raging between Yoland's chest, neck, and cheeks, sucking the mature woman gasped and could only stir her legs. After a while, Yoland's legs were no longer clamped. Just Corbyn gently pulled it away, and he squeezed into Yoland's legs.

After this, there is nothing below.

After being a beast for a while, Corbyn turned over and lay back on the bed, and raised an exaggerated level on his lower body. He sneered: "This is the price you need to pay for the comfort of the bed."

The Duchess of Anjou's little hand clenched into a fist and punched him with hatred. Corbyn grabbed the naughty lady as soon as he grabbed it.

"Are you still here? I'm not sure that I can still escape in the next action."

Yolander spitted with a red face and lay beside him honestly.

Listening to Corbyn's heartbeat next to him and the sound of rain outside the window, on the quiet night, Yoland could not hold on and fell asleep.

The sky was dark and Corbyn did not sleep all night because he was afraid that Yolande would fall asleep while he woke up and stabbed him. The mature woman next to her was sleeping very hard and started to snore. He lifted the hair on Yolande's forehead, smiled, and put her on the other side, got out of bed, put on her outer robe and tied her belt and left the room.

He had to find Antoine, a very experienced person, to build a remote place to hide the Duchess of Anjou. He went to Yolande last summer. Now it is April, and it is estimated that it will be delivered in another month. Therefore, the residence must be done in the shortest time. The staff of the midwife must be carefully considered. The scandal of the Duchess of Anjou having an illegitimate child will ruin Yolande, and the biological father of the illegitimate child will not die well.

So Corbyn had no choice but to give Antoine the excuse he needed a quiet and remote place to handle the matter. On that day, Corbyn sent Enrique away and then made a reservation for the itinerary to go to Onde for the local fortifications two days later.

It was already morning when Corbyn returned to the castle. When he went to the kitchen to ask the chef to make breakfast, he saw that the chef was greasy and asked the chef to leave, rolled up his sleeves and went to make some light breakfast for Yolande himself.

On the morning of the first day of Ortez, Yolande suddenly saw the illusion of longing for a dream before marrying into Anjou's house.

As the lord's wife of the castle, when she woke up, the lord of the castle was handling official duties at the desk. When she saw his wife get up, she smiled. He put down his official duties and came to ask about her well-being. Then he called a servant to bring her breakfast food. The couple used up breakfast in a slightly shy and warm atmosphere. As the lord's wife, she changed her clothes and prayed in the morning. During this period, the lord continued his official duties. At noon, the lord and the lord's wife walked hand in hand in the castle, enjoying the industry. At night, in the dim light of fire, the two were having dinner in the main hall of the castle, chatting about interesting things outside, and making the atmosphere of love advance to an increasingly ambiguous atmosphere. So the lord took the lord's wife's hand and pushed open the door of their bedroom...

Yolander blushed again, that was the life of the lord's wife she had longed for when she was young, but Louis II, Duke of Anjou, failed to bring it to her. Louis II was struggling to regain the Kingdom of Naples all his life. The only thing that made him nostalgic for him was that charming body. After venting his desires on her, the Duke of Anjou either turned over or fell asleep. In the first few years of marriage, Yolander felt that his life was very sad. He spent almost every year in the cycle of getting pregnant-breasted-breasted-birth-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-blue-durable cycle, and he could not do it.

During this period, Louis II had sex with many women. For a while, Yolander had abnormal itching in his lower body and had to turn to the doctor for help. She struggled for more than half a year before she got through it.

Tonight, it will finally rain tonight. I am afraid that after this day, the entire southwestern part of France will clear up. The room of the Lord of the Castle of Ortez was reflected in a fire. The Duchess of Anjou, who was sitting at the dining table watching Corbyn peeling an apple with a dining knife, burst into tears again.

"What's wrong?"

"nothing!"

Corbyn shrugged indifferently and put the peeled apples on Yolande's plate: "My subordinates found a small castle near the sea in Bayonne, which is very quiet. Tomorrow night, you follow us, and I will place you there, and when I have time, I will go there to see you."

Yoland glanced at Corbyn, reached out and grabbed the fruit and said, "It doesn't matter whether you have it or not. I will give birth to the baby myself."

Corbyn said distressedly: "When it comes to having children, are there any midwifery people?"

Yoland said, "I have had several experiences myself, so I don't need them. Just bring me some slaves."

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