Chapter 481: The Glossip in the Spanish Palace (Part 1)

At the same time, a small-scale, although fierce, but one-sided debate occurred in the Spanish palace. One of the parties involved was a thick white powder on his face, a makeup mole was stuck at the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows were red. The mature and plump body was tightly wrapped in a long palace dress. The lower collar made her plump pink and white breasts shaking her eyes. Although she put on heavy makeup, it can still be seen that this woman must have been very beautiful when she was young. Now, although the corners of her eyes and eyebrows have been dyed with fine lines, she still has charm, especially in her eyes, which are as wavy as water, with hot desire and teasing temptations.

The other is a mature man with a handsome appearance, beautiful brown hair and slender figure, wearing a dress of luxuriously decorated clothes. At this moment, he was speaking, like an excellent orator.

"...My dear Queen, your decision will not only not be detrimental to Spain, but will also make Spain extremely powerful under your custody. The respected King is lying on the sickbed all year round, and his longing and favor for His Highness the Princess is increasing day by day. If we do not make His Majesty decide at this time, then it is very likely that we will lose the best opportunity."

"But Maria has been in the East. His Majesty the King has to consider his own people and to explain to the ministers that a queen who is far away in the East cannot become a real queen." Maria Louisa still seemed very hesitant, although her lover Manuel de Godoy had already touched her heart.

Yes, she is a woman with equal erotic desires and power. Carlos IV, who was cowardly and lustful, not only lacked sufficient ability in bed, but also lacked vision and courage in politics and governance of the country. If it weren't for herself, God would know whether Spain would fall into a third-rate country.

However, everything she has comes from her husband, King Carlos IV of Spain. Compared with Carlos IV, the legitimate son Ferdinand is not only a irritable temper, but also arbitrary. Moreover, Ferdinand dislikes his lover Manuel very much. Although Ferdinand, who is only in his teens, has claimed more than once that he wants to kill Manuel and maintain the reputation of the Spanish royal family.

This thought not only made Manuel very nervous, but also made Queen Maria Louisa embarrassed, but also very angry about her son's words and deeds.

More importantly, if Carlos IV dies one day, once Ferdinand ascends the throne, then Manuel's political enemies will inevitably attack him. At that time, let alone want to protect this handsome lover, even if he wants to play with Spanish authority like he is now, it will be a dream.

"My Queen, are you just watching me slide step by step towards the bottomless abyss?" Manuel slowly walked to Queen Maria, knelt on one knee, and raised his handsome head. "If it is your will, then, even if you are thrown into hell, I will accept this ending with a heart that loves you forever, and fears you."

"My little Manuel, don't say that." Looking at the little lover's beautiful light gray eyes filled with infinite sorrow and aspirations, Queen Maria's heart was almost broken. She raised her hand, hugged her handsome head, and hugged her wide and plump arms tightly, like a little girl, who could not bear to give up her favorite toy.

Manuel almost couldn't breathe when Maria's surging broad mind. She struggled to breathe a few breaths between the two peaks before she recovered. She took her face to caress Queen Maria's pink, white and tender breasts with her face and kissed her.

Queen Maria also closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure brought by the little lover teasing her body. "My little Manuel, my little heart."

"Of course I am yours, my queen, my body, my heart and even my soul belong only to you. My dear Queen..." Manuel's face was red like a bull in heat, his hands had reached into Queen Maria's palace dress and kneaded, his lips biting and sucking on her plump and soft breasts, making a sound.

Queen Maria's eyes narrowed away, her face was so blushed that she could hardly hide the makeup powder. Her hands took the initiative to fall under the little lover's crotch and rub it.

Just as the man and woman were in heat in the room, outside the door, the two maids stood respectfully on both sides of the door, turning a deafening moans, shouts and rhythmic collisions from inside the door. It seemed that they had long been accustomed to what was happening in the inside.

At the corner of the end of the corridor, a waiter stood in panic, wearing a very luxurious dress. The gold-painted and tassels and lace edges above were also dazzling. He was so young that he could even be called a young man, but he looked depressed.

This young man was the little Ferdinand that Maria and Manuel just mentioned in the house.

"Tell me where my mother is? You damn, disgusting servant, have you forgotten who I am? Do you need my guard to open a big hole in your body so that you can understand that my order is not something you, a little servant, can you tell me that my order is not something you, a little servant, can't be disobeyed?" The little Ferdinand, although young, spoke very well. Behind him were two big men with calloused hands, holding the hilt of the sword on his waist, and a shiny musket exposed the graceful handle of the gun. Both of them had mustaches and wide-brimmed hats with beautiful feathers on them. They looked at the servant who had already scared his little master with a cold face.

"Dear Your Highness, His Majesty the Queen is in the room where he entered the corridor, saying that he would discuss the country's affairs with the Prime Minister." The attendant tried hard to bend his waist a little more hunched, making his tone appear modest and obedient.

"Damn it, it's so damn, that disgusting maggot, I must kill him. Manuel!" Little Ferdinand was like an angry Spanish bull, slapped the attendant in the face with a fierce slap, then pushed him away and rushed straight forward.

The two loyal guards naturally followed their little master unconditionally, without even looking at the servant who was pushed aside and begging for mercy with his face.

However, after they walked around the corner, the attendant had already taken away the hand covering his face, quietly approached the corner of the wall and poked his head out, looking at the figures of the three people, with a trace of a successful smile on his face.

"Open the door quickly, I order you as the prince of Spain, open it quickly!" Little Ferdinand angrily hit the thick door with his fist, and the two panicked maids could only watch Little Ferdinand continue to roar there under the surveillance of the two eyed guards.

"Wait, my dear little Ferdinand, why are you in a hurry?" After about half a minute, the Spanish queen Maria Louisa's deliberate calm voice finally came from the room.

The door creaked and slowly opened in, revealing the figure of Queen Maria, whose hair was slightly scattered and whose dress was also wrinkled.

The heavy makeup on Maria's face had been wiped away, and her face was covered with a charming blush like a young girl, like the ripples caused by the joyful spring feelings from the bottom of her heart.

"Mother, tell me where is Manuel's disgusting reptile? I'm going to kill him!" Little Ferdinand's hatred eyes swept over Queen Maria's messy clothes and his strange-looking face. Therefore, thinking of the haggard father lying on the sickbed, Little Ferdinand felt a sense of anger that needed to be vented.

Comaria is her mother. Little Ferdinand, who longs for family success, automatically and consciously attributes all his sins to the treacherous minister, Manuel.

"What are you doing?!" Hearing his son's deep hatred voice and his red face, his eyes were filled with hatred and suffocation, Queen Maria couldn't help but feel a sense of coldness pouring on her feet. Maria believed that if Ferdinand really saw Manuel here, he might really kill Manuel. Although he was young and was not Manuel's opponent at all, don't forget that he would be the king of Spain in the future.

"Don't forget your own identity, are you still a noble Spanish prince? He is a key minister of the kingdom and a prime minister who is deeply trusted by your father." Maria tried hard to calm and majestic his voice with a trembling voice.
Chapter completed!