Travel through the Qing Dynasty and become emperor

Chapter 240 The Queen of the Spy Sea (2)
In Paris, the capital of flowers, one end of the broad Champs-Elysées is the majestic Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe, and the other end is connected to the luxury and luxury of the whole of Europe. There are dazzling lights everywhere, like silver sea waves, noisy, turbulent, deep. Unfathomable, never ending.

It was already dark when Mata Hari's train arrived at Gare de l'Est.Carrying a small suitcase, she followed the flow of people and walked out of the station.

Mata Hari walked into a cafe near the train station, and the waiter came over to serve her attentively, "Miss, what do you want?"

"A cup of Scottish coffee, remember to add sugar." Mata Hari glanced at the greedy eyes of the men around her, casually took out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, lit one herself, and smiled lightly at the waiter Said, "Would you like one?"

The waiter smiled and shook his head.

A few minutes later, the waiter put the coffee in front of Mata Hari, "Your coffee, miss. I added milk cubes from Scottish farms for you."

Five minutes later, Mata Hari finished her coffee, and she found a man sitting on the right side greedily staring at her bare thigh, she smiled and nodded at the man, and at the same time the middle finger of her left hand He and his index finger quickly reached into the cup, holding a square thing tightly in his hand.

Half an hour later, Mata Hari crossed several streets and came to a small luxurious and elegant Baroque building. The aisle in front of the door was covered with thick carpets, and there were chandeliers hanging with sparkling chandeliers everywhere. Mirrors and flowers, and oil paintings of nudes.The curtains are dark red, and there is a soft sofa at the corner of the corridor.The hallway is very quiet, but the smell of the air is a bit strange. The strong perfume smell has the lazy meaty smell of a woman after taking a bath, which is a bit dizzy and disgusting.

A woman in her 40s took the luggage graciously, and Mata Hari said to her coldly, "Is there any special guest waiting for me?"

"Of course I did. The French Vice Admiral Gronsart came to see if you came back every day. Whenever this old pervert mentioned you, his eyes narrowed." The middle-aged woman smiled obscenely.

"Send someone to invite him and tell him that I'm waiting for him in Room 113 of the Shangri-She Hotel." After saying this, Mata Hari went straight to the bathroom on the second floor.

In order to keep her skin white and elastic, she insisted on soaking her body with milk from Dutch pastures and spices specially formulated from India every day. At this time, she lay comfortably in the bath and gently crushed the square object that she had been holding in her hand. , and took out a one-inch long note from the inside, on which was clearly written a person's name: Goronsar.

In the upper study room of the Forbidden City, Zhao Bingjun, led by Wang Shang, hurried to discuss matters with the emperor.Guan Xuqing was looking proudly at the four characters "Zhongzheng Renhe" that he had just written. In recent years, with the careful assistance of several calligraphers of the Qing school in the court and China, his calligraphy has improved rapidly.

"Your Majesty" Zhao Bingjun didn't dare to disturb Shengjia, so he had to say timidly.

"You are here, Zhi'an, is the plan going well?" Guan Xuqing's spirit was exceptionally good, even his forehead was shining brightly.

"The woman lost contact with our people after she returned to Paris. The military intelligence personnel wanted to have one-line contact with her, but she ignored her. I was worried that I would be deceived by her." Zhao Bingjun said with a bitter face.

"I still think it's a big deal, let her do it by herself, we can't help with this kind of thing." Guan Xuqing said disapprovingly.

"However, how long will we have to wait if this goes on? I'm a blunt minister, and I really don't know the details about this woman." Zhao Bingjun has been worried about Mata Hari since he met her last time.

"Zhi An, you have to remember, don't be suspicious of people, don't be suspicious of employing people, since we were able to choose her at the beginning, don't doubt her ability now, not to mention she took our money, or she will do things for us, in the future Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you, Zhao Bingjun, will have to be caught by me." Guan Xuqing gradually fell into deep thought as he watched the snow falling all over the sky outside the house.

Although Goronsal is nearly 40 years old, he is still romantic. Ever since he met Mata Hari in the "Angel Theater", he fell in love with a beautiful woman [-] years younger than himself.

He still clearly remembers what happened that night.The curtain of the Angel Theater was slowly opened, and a small table in the middle of the stage enshrined a dancing statue of Shiva, and two tall copper lamps were burning on both sides. The atmosphere on the stage was mysterious and quiet.Mata Hari appeared like an angel, bowed her head deeply to the audience, clasped her hands together, then raised her head, revealing her angelic face and breathtaking eyes.The music sounded like piercing clouds and cracking stones, and in the faint purple smoke, Hari started her soul-stirring dance.

Sometimes she stretches her jade arms lightly, swaying gracefully, like a violet in the breeze; sometimes she circles rapidly, shining brightly, like a golden krait under a spring sun.With her slender fingers, bare waist, flowers in her bun, kilt around her waist, delicate dance steps and ringing bells, she danced in all kinds of styles.In particular, those watery eyes were half-opened and half-closed, misty and full of temptation. When they opened wide and looked around, they were bright and flickering like phosphorous fire, causing waves of commotion in the audience.Excited screams, whistles and thunderous applause erupted from the audience as Harrie threw off seven veils and spun around the stage almost naked.The veteran Vice Admiral Goronsard fell into the tender trap of a woman.

In the most luxurious Room 113 of the Champs-Elysees Hotel, when the drunk Goronsal saw his sweetheart, his greedy eyes never left Hari's body, like a dog that has been in trouble for many years in the snow mountain. The wolf threw itself at the delicious lamb with open arms.

But the smart Hari knew that this time was the best time to tantalize a man's appetite, so she joked and played a cat-and-mouse game with Corensal in the spacious suite.The more he was like this, the more impatient the old pervert became, and finally he hugged the beauty in his arms, and began to kiss her cheeks and snowy neck frantically, slowly moving down.

Paris at night is still a bustling scene. Different from the noise outside, under the blurred lights in Room 113 of the Champs Elysees Hotel, there are only two people breathing slightly.

"Sweetheart, you really made me wait anxiously, what have you been doing these days?"

"Didn't I tell you that I went to Indonesia to visit my mother?"

"Look what's going on in my head."

"Now that I'm back, I want you to accompany me every day."

"I'm afraid it won't work. There are a lot of things going on in the military recently, which makes me very anxious."

"I heard that the British Far East Navy was defeated by the Chinese. Is this true?"

"This matter is absolutely true. As a close partner of the British, the French military attaches great importance to this matter and calls us together every day to study new naval development plans."

"The British are really vulnerable. The superficial strength turned out to be a bluff, and they were defeated by the Chinese so easily."

"It can't be said that. Although the British navy has been defeated, their army still has the biggest trump card."

"Forget it, you French upper class will help the British brag."

"It's not bragging, it's true. The British are developing a secret weapon called the British Type 19 tank."

(End of this chapter)