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Text Chapter 206 The fuse is lit

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.    Still in the magnificent palace of Sparta, an unknown distance away from Thessaly.

    When late at night came, the two enemies met again. Maybe it was fate, or it was an 'unintentional' encounter between two caring people. Anyway, no one could tell.

    At this moment, Helen looked at Paris from a distance with eyes full of love. In the past few days, this handsome young man had become pale and thin.  Yes, that's right, this young and talented prince is bound by love.

    This uncontrollable love has taken over his fragile yet strong soul, leaving him unable to rest and quiet for a minute, and it seems to be some kind of disease that is constantly weakening his extremely healthy body.

    Suddenly, Paris, who was immersed in the sadness of the music or his own sadness, suddenly raised his head and saw Helen standing in a daze not far away.  She was wearing a long, snow-white gauze dress, and the silver moonlight poured generously onto her graceful figure, making her look extremely holy and noble.

    That thick golden hair spread on her snow-white shoulders, still like the waterfall of the river.  Especially her big eyes shone with an extremely sad light, and there seemed to be a crystal teardrop faintly shaking on her eyelashes.

    She seemed to have made herself a coat of light cold, and her melancholy beauty was brought into full play.  Paris believed that no one in this world could resist her beauty at this moment, yes, no one, not even Zeus, the father of all gods.

    Of course, this beautiful princess is the illegitimate daughter of the god Zeus. If their father and daughter recognized each other at this moment, Zeus would definitely stretch out his strong arms and hold this beautiful person tightly in his arms.  .

    A passion as strong and fervent as a sudden volcano spewed out of Paris's heart, and all his blood seemed to rush to his face.

    He rushed forward and hugged Helen's neck without saying a word. The two young lovers' mouths immediately stuck together, and they kissed tremblingly and passionately for a long time.

    At this moment, they have forgotten everything, the struggle and resistance in their hearts, and only remember the temptation that cannot be eliminated.

    Helen felt that Paris was so hot that she almost suffocated from his passionate kiss.  The two of them pressed together tightly, as if frozen, neither making a sound nor moving, completely immersed in the carnival caused by incomparable happiness.

    Finally, the two men and women who fell in love broke away from each other's embrace almost at the same moment, and each took several steps back.  They looked pale, agitated, and stared at each other in horror.

    Helen was even more eager and ashamed, full of guilty happiness.  It was Paris who broke the silence first.

    "Ah, my queen! My goddess!  How happy, how happy I am to be able to see you again!" he said in a trembling voice.

    Then, he hugged the shy and beautiful Helen, kept stroking her, kissing her, and said in a staccato voice: "I miss you so much, I'm going crazy for you How painful it is for me!  I don¡¯t know how many tears I shed, how scared I am for youbecause you are the only one who occupies all my thoughts and controls every beat of my heart. Believe me, you are the only one in my heart.  ManI love youso much that I exhaust all my life energy!"

    While he continued to caress Helen, he asked her countless questions: "Tell me, my goddess, tell me, how did you get here?Who told you that I am playing the piano here? Why are you not here?  Sleeping in the palace"

    Helen became weak in his arms. She felt as if she was about to melt and turn into the light air, flying up from the ground and flying up to the beautiful heaven.

    She hugged Paris tightly and forgot all her worries and sorrows. She was even afraid that this dream would be awakened soon.  She remained silent, greedily enjoying his warm embrace and his passion.

    Paris, the handsome and eloquent Trojan prince, said in a gentler and more moving voice: "I know, you are not happy, you are not happy, are you? I want to give you happiness, give you joy. I don't want to look anymore  Seeing your sad eyesmy beloved goddess, I will devote all the strength in my heart to love you!"

    Helen was shocked for a while. She wanted to know how he knew that she was unhappy?  Could it be that he has magical powers and can see his own thoughts?  This terrible Asian man! She felt frightened and had a fear of being penetrated by others.

    In this world, people are like this. They always long to be understood by others. When you suddenly find that someone seems to see everything in your heart, you will be afraid of the sharp eyes of others and afraid of your own inner feelings.The heart is true and unreserved.  Then she was a little relieved that he actually started to care about her inner feelings in such a limited number of contacts!  This is a man who truly cares about her, a truly meticulous man.

    Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile sadly: This is just an extremely tempting and completely unattainable dream. Yes, this is a dream that she cannot imagine.

    But at this moment, she really felt happiness and satisfaction that she had never experienced before, such real happiness and satisfaction!  The gloom of sorrow that had gathered in her mind was dispelled by his tenderness.  She was immersed in the blissful waves of love.  She didn't want to struggle, she couldn't.  She sank in Paris' tenderness

    The sky gradually grew brighter, and the sorrow of separation quietly sneaked into Helen's quiet secret room, which had become very happy in just one night. It seemed that the happy atmosphere in the room also disappeared along with the night.

    From midnight to morning, Helen and Paris spent the entire three hours in a warm embrace.  They are more passionate than the lovers in the later generations, and they have the opportunity to merge with each other.

    Helen kept saying repeatedly in a voice broken by crying: She was scared!  She was afraid that this was just an unreal dream, and she was afraid that she would never see him again after waking up from the dream.

    Paris tried his best to comfort Helen, wiping her tears from time to time; he kissed her passionately, whispered extremely tender words to her, encouraged and comforted her, and laughed at her fragility and fear.

    In fact, fear also sneaked into Paris's heart secretly.  At this moment, he was so happy that he couldn't even believe himself.  He bit his hand several times to make sure it wasn't a dream.

    He hugged Helen tightly, fearing that if he let go, she would slip away or turn into gas and disappear.  He really wanted to die drunk in Helen's warm and soft arms, so that he would never be afraid of leaving her.

    "Perhaps it is in response to the Chinese saying that even a ghost under a pomegranate skirt can be romantic. Wenwen Township is the grave of heroes. I don't know how many heroes eventually fell in the arms of women.

    Helen gently put her arms around Paris's neck and brought her pale face close to his chest.  She raised her beautiful big eyes and looked at him with deep affection.  She is so beautiful, a thousand times more beautiful than the Greek goddesses.  He doesn't care anymore, he can't control so much anymore.  As long as he could have her, he would be willing to die at dawn.  The fanaticism seemed to quickly suppress his depression and sadness, and he was crazy about her

    After experiencing the ecstatic love for the first time, Paris's heart was filled with a feeling of happiness. He was completely immersed in happiness and became an egoist.

    He forgot the purpose of his expedition and his wife and parents back home.  Yes, he has forgotten everything. His passionate love will suddenly drown his other feelings. He is completely drowned in love, immersed in love mindlessly, unable to control himself or extricate himself.

    Helen¡¯s secret room is a small and comfortable room.  Four beautiful pink curtains hung on the four walls, with their marvelous ruffles and zigzag edges, hanging almost from the ceiling to the floor.

    The curtain was covered with a layer of white gauze that looked like clouds, and it was decorated with countless fresh roses. Their fragrant fragrance filled the whole room.  A chandelier made of pure gold with three lamp heads hung from the ceiling. It was shaped like a huge rose with leaves - it was an amazing masterpiece by a famous Greek master.  The chandelier emits soft pink light, filling the whole room with warmth and romance.

    In this quiet, comfortable and fragrant corner, every night, the beautiful Helen, wearing a very thin white silk sleeveless robe and a pale pink belt around her waist, has a tryst with his lover.  Her shoulders were comparable to those of the goddess of Mount Olympus, her plump arms were like carved from ivory, and her half-naked, white breasts, hidden by her wavy blond hair carelessly let down, looked extremely graceful.

    She stroked his head with her small, child-like white hands.  Soon, she discovered more and more new qualities and values ??in her beloved, and she was completely conquered by him.

    This day was so short that people could not feel the passage of time. When Paris left, Helen felt as if she had lost her soul and walked numbly.

    After a difficult night, Helen spent her long day in recollection as usual.  Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the palace, and she, who was used to being on tenterhooks, stood up and hurried to the noisy place.  She saw Paris leading his army into the palace with a sword in hand.

    "What's wrong with you? Paris, are you crazy?" Helen rushed forward, grabbed Paris' arm and exclaimed.  She looked intently at Paris's eyes with her beautiful big eyes, as if she wanted to see whether he was real or not.??Lost rationality.

    "Hear me, hear me, my dear, holy Helen," said Paris, whose eyes showed that he was very excited at this moment.

    "Listen to me don't be afraid I just want to take you away, get out of here We can't be sneaky like this all our lives, I want to marry you, I want to be with you every day, not just at night, but also during the day,  You can't leave me for a moment, we want to last forever! I've had enough of such fearful days, such fleeting days. I want to take you far away and live a carefree life"

    Helen was stunned. What she feared finally happened.

    Since then, she has been with Paris. On the one hand, she feels extremely happy, and she truly feels what love is. On the other hand, she is in pain. She knows that she is sorry for her husband, and she does not know how long such an affair can last.

    As the days passed, she became more and more inseparable from Paris, and the day when her husband came back was getting closer.  She often cried and hugged Paris tightly, fearing that he would really leave her one day.  She knew that Paris really loved her, and she also knew that Paris couldn't just be satisfied with having sex every night, but she never imagined that he, who seemed weak, could make such a bold move.  She didn't know whether she should be happy or angry, and she didn't know what attitude she should take.

    Paris could no longer let Helen think about where to go. He picked her up and ran towards the seaside excitedly.  He had persuaded all the soldiers who had come with him to Sparta to agree to meet any of their conditions if they would help him steal Helen.  They robbed the Greek kings of their wealth and returned home rich.

    Helen was resisting on the surface, but deep down she was not unwilling to go with Paris.  Looking at the boundless sea, Helen really didn't believe that all this was true. She had never left her homeland. She didn't know where the fleet was going, and she didn't know what kind of fate was waiting ahead.  she.  Her only comfort is Paris, the man who made her betray her husband and country, and made her abandon everything.

    When he is not around, she often feels panic and guilty. When he is around her, she immediately feels at ease and happy.  She also missed her ex-husband Menelaus and felt deeply guilty for him, but these emotions were soon overwhelmed by Paris's tenderness and thoughtfulness.

    The huge Trojan fleet slowly left the harbor of Sparta, broke through the waves, and slowly passed towards the depths of the sea. At this moment, the prelude of history finally opened again.

    No one in the mortal world would have thought that the elopement of such an ordinary but extraordinary pair of lovers would lead to a war that would make the entire Greek world tremble.

    Of course, there is one exception, and that is the young king in Thessaly.  At this moment, the young king was looking down at his kingdom, looking into the distance, waiting for this fuse to burn.

    Although this is a world of gods different from the earth that Achilles is familiar with, the direction of history has not changed and is still similar.

    If he knew at this moment that the pretty prince took away the most beautiful queen in the mortal world and staged that classic elopement, maybe he would be more moved, because this time, it is more complicated than the one he is familiar with.  It's more than a year in the morning.

    Moreover, after the young prince of Troy, Peleus, left Sparta, he would take the beautiful Helen to complete the wedding on an island called Crana, and stay there for three years before  Return to Troy.

    Then, the war that will be remembered forever began, and the two sides entered the preparation stage for a war.

    There were two duplicate chapters in the previous chapter, so I made changes and added the story between Paris and Helen. How should I put it, overall it is an adulterer and an adulteress. I hope you can forgive me.
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