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Volume 1: Fierce Battle in Changsha Chapter 382: Oriental Woman

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    Step by step on the deck of the Glory, Clifford's mood gradually became heavy.  He could always tell that although Li Xuanji was here with him, her heart was not tied to him for a moment.  Although he never knew who the man in Xuanji's heart was, he always knew that such a person existed.  Because no matter what he did, Xuanji couldn't really smile, and the smiles he got were not from the heart, just polite smiles.

    When he learned that Li Xuanji had been kidnapped last night, he led his servants to search like crazy. Now when he learned that Li Xuanji was kidnapped on the Glory, he slowly understood that it was  The West Palace Taiping Army sent someone to pick up Xuanji.  In China, only the West Palace Taiping Army had the ability to quietly take people out of the British Business District, and only they could let Jardine Matheson's latest merchant ships hide people.

    Sure enough, when he walked into the cabin, he saw Li Xuanji standing behind King Xi. She was hiding behind King Xi in shame, her face full of uneasiness and shyness, as if she had been caught and raped in bed.  But King Xi's body like an iron tower stood in front of her, covering his sharp gaze for her.  King Xi was still so calm and calm, and his awe-inspiring aura was still as strong as when he first saw him.

    Clifford took a deep breath, and his face became a little ugly. He slowly pulled out the protective short gun from his waist, pointed it at the King of the West in front of him, and said lightly: "I want to duel with you, and the victor will be the one who wins."  To be able to have her!¡±

    Although Clifford is the latest in art, in the aristocratic tradition of the Rothschild family, male family members must learn enough skills to protect themselves, including fencing, boxing, equestrian and shooting.  Although Clifford didn't know who was the best among them, he was still proficient in these skills, otherwise he would not have been able to quietly come to China alone.

    And in Clifford¡¯s eyes.  It is perfectly normal to use duels to win over the one you love.  Westerners have always maintained the tradition of dueling. When two men have a conflict that cannot be resolved, they use a duel to resolve it.  The comparison between the two sides is not about reason, but about the speed of drawing a gun and the accuracy of shooting.  Both parties participating in the duel are willing to admit defeat. They will never cheat and draw their guns first because they are greedy for life and fear of death, nor will they invite friends to help them win like the Chinese do.  The onlookers also feel at ease to play a guest role as referees, as "numb" spectators, as if the two duelists are not betting on their lives, but on a cow.

    "Dueling has always been a part of Western life, it is not just a literary work.  For example, the three hormonal musketeers in Alexandre Dumas' "The Three Musketeers" go around looking for people to fight.  In fact, this primitive method was very popular in Europe in the Middle Ages to resolve disputes. Some people even used this method to resolve conflicts between the two parties more than a hundred years ago.  The more famous duel is that of the Russian romantic poet Pushkin. In 1837, Pushkin died in a duel with the exiled soldier Dantes.  Another famous Russian poet, Lermontov, was also shot and killed in a duel four years later.  Russia suffered a heavy loss by losing two talented poets to duels within four years.

    Xiao Yungui was not surprised. He had seen this kind of gentlemanly duel between foreigners in Shanghai.  He also knew how Pushkin lost his life in the duel, although he did not understand the Western duel for lovers.  Is the love gained in this way real?  But Xiao Yungui still admires this simple and crude method.  Perhaps humans are just animals, and animals use this fighting method when fighting for a mate. Nature's law of the jungle seems to also apply to fighting for lovers, but Xiao Yungui believes that this is not a way to fight for love.

    Li Xuanji¡¯s beauty turned pale when she heard this. She mustered up the courage to stand up from behind Xiao Yungui and stood between Clifford and Xiao Yungui.  He blocked Clifford's gun with his delicate body and said in a trembling voice: "Clifford, please don't do this, you can't hurt him."

    Clifford¡¯s face became even more livid.  His blond hair was trembling, but he still said with great restraint: "Ma'am, please get out of the way of a duel between men! Only one of us can take you out of here alive today!"

    Seeing Clifford's determination, Xiao Yungui felt that he talked about the duel between men very loudly, as if he was reminding himself not to lose his manly dignity and face.  Xiao Yungui hesitated for a moment. Did Pushkin do the right thing?  He gave up his life for love. Without that duel, Pushkin could have lived longer and brought more masterpieces to the world.  But Pushkin ultimately chose to bet on his life and career, and on love, or maybe it was just for the man's face.

    Now that he is the King of the West, behind him are millions of soldiers and civilians who follow him, as well as lovers who need his care, and children who have not yet been born. In addition to these, there is also the power in his hands.  The basis of all this is King Xi's life. If he loses his life, what qualifications does he have to continue to have those things?Woolen cloth?  Should he put all his bets on it, or should he choose to avoid it rationally?

    Life is about constant choices. Sometimes if you make the right choice, the road to life will be smoother. If you make the wrong choice, life may become dark.  Although it is cruel, if you don't make a choice, you will never know what the choice will bring to you. Such unknown multiple-choice questions in life are a kind of charm of life, the charm of the unknown!

    Xiao Yungui's hesitation did not last long. His eyes saw Li Xuanji's delicate body standing in front of him. Her delicate arms were spread out to protect her, and her thin shoulders could not help but tremble slightly.  , at this moment he no longer hesitated. He gently pulled Li Xuanji's hands back, stood in front of Li Xuanji, and said lightly: "Okay, I promise to duel with you!"

    Some people may think that Xiao Yungui's choice is very irrational. He even bet the lives of millions of people on this duel. If the West Palace loses the King of the West, chaos will surely come in Sufu Province, and the power system of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will be unbalanced.  Great chaos is bound to happen in advance, and it is not alarmist to say that millions of people will die as a result.

    But if Xiao Yungui chooses to hide behind a woman to avoid a duel, he will be unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.  Chinese people always say that a man can bend and stretch, and they often use Han Xin's crotch humiliation to cover up that temporary surrender is not too humiliating. But in Xiao Yungui's view, if a king loses his dignity, he will no longer have the air of a king.  No matter how patient Han Xin was, the title of "crotch husband" would still follow him for the rest of his life. Han Xin's aura of kingship in the world was lost when he was humiliated by "crotch husband", so later he was just a general.  But if Han Xin had not been humiliated by his crotch, his life might have been long gone, and he would not have been able to become a general.  So the choices in life are sometimes so cruel and helpless. Xiao Yungui and Clifford will both block everything they have. Can they still have a third choice?

    Just when Xiao Yungui slowly pulled out the short gun from his waist, Li Xuanji suddenly pulled out the sword from Xiao Yungui's waist, placing the cold light on her tender and white neck.  Her eyes were filled with tears but were extremely firm. She looked at the two men and cried tremblingly: "No, you two don't want to duel. I won't agree to it if anyone dies. This incident happened because of me.  I am the last person who should live in this world. If you really want to duel, I will die in front of you first!"

    Clifford was panicked.  He roared loudly like a furious lion: "This is a matter between us two men, why do you have to stand in the middle?!" Clifford and Xiao Yungui both forgot that they were fighting for an Eastern woman.  Come on, although Eastern women are delicate and virtuous and not as bold and passionate as Western women, they still have the unique tenacity and unyielding nature of Eastern women.  A Western woman might be happy to see two men duel over her.  But Li Xuanji, an oriental woman, would never be a spectator. She bravely stood between the two men and used her own life to stop this meaningless duel in her opinion!

    Xiao Yungui took a step forward to seize the sword, but Li Xuanji immediately took a step back.  The long sword was closer to her skin. The sharp blade had already pierced the delicate skin, and eye-catching blood beads were running down the sword's spine. Her eyes were firm and decisive: "Put away your short guns! I am a woman."  It¡¯s not worth this! If you don¡¯t put away your guns, I will die in front of you!¡±

    The two men looked at each other helplessly. If they lost the woman in front of them, their duel would really become a meaningless duel, so they slowly put away their short guns.

    Clifford said softly: "Can you put down your sword first? I promise you where you are going and who you will follow, as long as you don't hurt yourself." Although Clifford's words were gentle, he  The hatred towards King Xi shown in the corners of his eyes did not escape Li Xuanji's eyes.

    Li Xuanji, who has been with Clifford day and night for a long time, knows Clifford very well. His humility, his politeness, and his enthusiasm all have limits. He is always a man with dignity and he will never let him go.  A love rival, especially in this helpless situation, makes him give up his beloved things.  Li Xuanji once saw Clifford's hard pursuit of a piece of art. He could even put aside his dignity and kneel down and beg the owner to transfer the piece of art. He was very possessive of the things he liked.  So even though he promised to let him leave, he must have received other revenge in return.

    In order to make West Palace lose a helping hand and gain a strong enemy, Li Xuanji asked herself that she could not be so selfish.  This is also the difference between Eastern women and Western women. Western women may only consider their own feelings, but Eastern women are used to being submissive and abusing themselves to help others. This is a virtue that has been developed over thousands of years and is not a virtue.  .

    The long sword did not leave her neck, but Li Xuanji moved quietly. She slowly looked at the body of King Xi as he walked away.Next to Clifford, he looked back at Clifford and whispered: "I promised you to go back to England with you, and I will never go anywhere." Persistence and determination, no matter how difficult the road ahead is  , as long as they are convinced, they will stick to it. This is also one of the virtues of Eastern women.

    Then Li Xuanji looked at the King of the West with tears in her eyes, and said word by word in Chinese: "Your Highness, Xuanji is very happy that you can come here in person, but you are the King of the West, and you are a member of the West Palace.  The King of the West, who has millions of soldiers and civilians, cannot abandon the great cause of restoring the Han Dynasty for a woman like me, I am not worthy of you."

    Xiao Yungui interrupted her in a deep voice: "Don't worry, even if Clifford and I turn against each other in the future, I won't be afraid. Xuanji, come here."

    Li Xuanji slowly shook her head with tears in her eyes and said: "Your Highness, you are a person who does important things, and you must not abandon important things for the sake of your children's personal affairs. If I stay, it will do a lot of harm to the West Palace and not a single benefit. If I leave, it will not bring any benefit to the West Palace."  Damn it, don't you, Your Highness, see things more clearly than a woman like me? Maybe Your Highness and I are destined to have no connection, Your Highness, take care." Accepting fate is also a virtue of Eastern women, but this virtue is the most worthy of criticism.

    For the first time, Xiao Yungui felt his heart being pinched so hard that he couldn't even control his breathing. It turns out that the premise of love is to consider the pros and cons. It's not that he couldn't see these pros and cons clearly, but his heart was really  I don't want to be a cold-blooded king, a king who can give away his women in exchange for benefits.  Maybe the world needs this kind of king, because he can get the greatest benefits at the smallest cost, but Xiao Yungui really doesn't want to be such a person, he would rather be angry than a beauty.

    It's a pity that Li Xuanji shattered his wish. She made a third choice for him. This talented woman with a strong smile left with Clifford for him and the West Palace, leaving only Xiao Yungui.  It was just a sword stained with red blood.

    Soon afterwards, a beast-like roar came from the cabin of the Glory. The roar was so miserable and sad, which shocked the Qing and British troops who were still confronting each other on the dock. Could it be that the Glory was carrying  What kind of beast?

    Li Xuanji, who was pulled away by Clifford, kept crying and did not dare to look back. Neither she nor Clifford paid attention to Bao Ling, Ronglu and others. After getting on Clifford's gorgeous carriage, Li Xuanji wiped her hands.  The tears disappeared, and a smile bloomed. She looked at Clifford, who had been holding the wound on her neck and said softly: "Clifford, we will get married when we return to England. I will forget him." Clifford finally smiled.  But he didn't know that keeping the true feelings deep in his heart and giving up and accepting his fate on the surface are just the virtues of an oriental woman.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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