British 1986

Prince Hussein's wedding started on the morning of the 10th.

Since he is still just a prince, theoretically he is the heir to the throne, but after all, he has not been promoted to the position of crown prince. Therefore, there are not many foreign guests coming to this wedding. Allen is already the highest status among all the foreign guests who have come. That group of people are gone, and the rest are basically the people sent by the embassies of various countries to celebrate. They are not ambassadors, just some counselors and the like.

Because of the connections of the old King of Jordan, the royal families of several other surrounding brotherly countries sent many royal members or senior officials to congratulate him.

The venue will be the Zahran Palace, the highest-level traditional ceremony place.

It's said to be a palace. But Allen, who came here for the first time, didn't have a very good impression of the place.

This is very different from the palace in his impression. There is neither a gorgeous palace nor luxurious decoration. The place is quite large, but most of the area is an open-air courtyard. Some parts of the palace walls seem to be architectural in nature. The color, reddish-brown walls, looks weird.

At this time, Zahran Palace was still decorated with white lace gauze.

At first glance, it looks like his mother is doing nothing.

If it weren't for the occasional small green plants dotting the surrounding decorations, it would be eye-catching just looking at it.

Of course, the arrangement must be in accordance with the family's tradition. Even if Allen was not used to it, he did not express any opinions. He took a few bodyguards and two servants specially sent by Prince Hussein to the Zahran Palace. Visit here.

In front is the guest rest area. After walking for a long time, Allen saw that there was still a while before the ceremony, so he was going to go to the air-conditioned room to rest for a while. It was too hot outside, and he was still wearing a long-sleeved suit today!

"Wow"

As Allen and his party entered the guest lounge area, which was temporarily enclosed by a giant glass enclosure, other people who had been resting here for a long time saw that this person was obviously an unusual person. Some of them were well-informed and had already gotten up. He came over to Allen, ready to say hello and make himself familiar.

Although Great Britain is now weak, this traditional influence cannot be eliminated by the Americans in a short while.

At least in the Middle East, these Arab countries still recognize the British very much. Not to mention other things, the traditional old nobleman from the British is also an earl, which is not common in the Middle East.

This is also the purpose of Prince Hussein specially inviting Allen here to show his connections to the outside world.

Look, although he is just a prince, he now holds an important position, has soldiers, and has connections in Britain. Not only is his wife looking for someone who has studied and worked abroad, but the people he knows are also traditional aristocrats in Britain. This It represents the ability of Prince Hussein!

Compared with these stupid and wealthy relatives, Prince Hussein's money is definitely not as good as theirs, so he can only work hard in other aspects to try to make these rich relatives look upon him favorably.

"Hello, Your Excellency. I have heard about you for a long time. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to invite you after the wedding."

"Your Mightiness."

"Hello, Your Excellency"

Several people wearing headscarves approached Allen and stretched out their hands, saying hello and introducing themselves.

Allen didn't know any of these people, and their English still had a slight accent, so he could only understand some of them, so he wasn't very interested in these people.

He came here just for fun, to relax and avoid things at home. He was not very interested in these random people who recommended themselves.

But the movement caused by him attracted the attention of the entire rest area. While most of them cast curious, gentle, and friendly glances here, a few of them were extremely eye-catching.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a bright forehead and a white turban. He looked at Allen with an extremely unfriendly look. At this time, the middle-aged man was approaching a child with a red turban and was about to say something. What? After seeing Allen enter the door, he glanced this way. When he realized it was Allen, his eyes became a little strange.

There was ferocity, hatred, vigilance, and a hint of jealousy in this look.

Allen was extremely sensitive to this kind of gaze. He looked at the other person according to the feeling, glared at him with squinted eyes, and then looked at the child next to him.

This kid is also interesting.

Just meeting Allen's eyes, he was not afraid when he looked at Allen's eyes. He even curled his lips and nodded towards Allen, feeling quite like a little adult.

"Who is that person? Go and find out."

Allen shook hands with several people who greeted him, and found a sofa in the corner to sit on. Several bodyguards stood aside. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that this gentleman did not want to be disturbed anymore.

Thinking of the middle-aged man just now, Allen gave instructions to the servant assigned to him by Prince Hussein next to him.

"Which one?"

"That's it."

Allen raised his chin and motioned to the middle-aged man who had already walked away.

"His? Your Excellency, his name is Khashoggi. He is a journalist and commentator. He is well-known in the Middle East. He once went to the United States for further study and internship, and later worked as an editor for a newspaper in the United States. After returning a few years ago, he founded his own He has founded a small company, and he also cooperates with TV stations, and he is often seen commenting on international events or hot topics."

"Oh? Did you intern at a newspaper in the United States?"

Allen wanted to look at the middle-aged man again, but he had already disappeared into the rest area. He briefly recalled his attire, wearing a white turban.

Allen deliberately reviewed it before coming here. In the Middle East, a lot of information can be seen just from the headscarf.

For example, people from different countries have different colors of headscarves, and even the methods of tying their headscarves are different.

Take Saudi Arabia, for example. Their headscarves come in many colors, but red is the most noble. Generally, the Saudi royal family wears headscarves of this color. Then there are the Palestinians, who wear black and white plaid headscarves, and other Emirati and Qatari people. The difference between white headscarves is that their collar styles are different, the former is a round collar, and the latter is a stand-up collar.

The person just now is obviously not in these categories.

If Jordanians basically don’t wear headscarves, civilians generally wear plain headscarves. Of course, this average person refers to the wealthy people among the civilians. Those ordinary people basically don’t wear headscarves. Because of the materials and craftsmanship of the headscarf, , the ones sold here are not cheap, and ordinary people don’t have the spare money to do this.

As for the kid wearing a red headscarf just now, if you follow this rule, he should be from Saudi Arabia. He might be a prince or something, but I don’t know which prince he is. Their princes are everywhere.

"Where's the kid?"

Allen gestured to the child again.

"That one?"

The servant looked carefully at the Saudi child who was not leaving, frowned and said, "Sir, this seems to be a guest who came with an adult in the family. I don't know who he is specifically. I’ll send someone to ask later.”

"Um"

As an honest British aristocrat, Allen has always been loyal to the Queen. He doesn't cause much trouble. He thinks that he handles all the things he usually does cleanly. He has never had any interactions with people in the Middle East before. , in theory, there should be no communication with this side, but the look in the middle-aged man's eyes just now made him very strange.

If he hadn't met him, he wouldn't have cared about it, but now that he had met him and the man looked at him with something wrong, Allen became a little concerned.

The overall Western-style wedding situation, mixed with their religious ceremonies, and some weird weddings, were held as scheduled at Zahran Palace.

There weren't that many procedures. As a guest of the ceremony, Allen didn't have any speeches or anything like that. He just had to witness the ceremony with other guests.

"How could a person like you with blood on your hands come to a place like this? You are not welcome here, you devil."

A voice suddenly appeared not far from Allen.

This made Allen, who was watching the excitement, suddenly startled. As soon as he turned his head, he happened to see the middle-aged man he had seen in the rest area not long ago.

At this time, the venue was very quiet. Everyone was watching the "new couple" in the venue looking at each other and preparing to change rings. The sound next to it was basically heard by a large number of people around.

Everyone's attention was drawn again.

Allen frowned, and a thousand fucks flashed through his mind.

He had seen idiots before, but this was the first time he had seen such an idiot say such things in public.

The people who can watch the ceremony here now have some status, and the bodyguards are standing further back. Allen is not worried about what he is carrying, it is just this atmosphere.

So fucking embarrassing!

This was the first time that someone had made him so embarrassed in public.

How should he answer this?

"Do you know me?"

Facing a circle of curious eyes around him, Allen squinted at the middle-aged man.

"Of course! Maybe you don't know me, but I definitely know you, the famous Earl of Carmarthen, a family of executioners in Wales. Your whole family has blood on their hands! You did what happened to Dodi!"

"??"

Others, as long as they are willing to work hard to check, they can still find some information. But as soon as he mentioned Dodi, Allen suddenly realized, wasn't that Diana's lover who he had turned into a stick?

Does this guy know Dodi?

Isn’t Dodi Egyptian?

Oops, shit. Allen suddenly had a toothache. He finally remembered that Egyptians are not necessarily people born and raised in Egypt. In a rich family like this, who knows if the children of the family will be capable. Yes, go out and enjoy the scenery?

Could this middle-aged man be a relative of Dodi?

Come to help him get revenge?

This is a bit interesting!

Allen suddenly became excited when he thought of this. After living for so many years, he really didn't see such battles very often. How many years had it been since he had seen such a brave person in front of him?

He waved to the servant next to him who had a confused look on his face and said, "This person may have mistakenly recognized the person. Today is Prince Hussein's wedding. Don't affect the wedding. Take him down."

"Hmph! You don't need to take me away. I can go by myself. I feel ashamed that I am attending such a ceremony with you."

The middle-aged man glared at Allen again, slapped the servant away and was about to take his hand, then turned around and left.

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Allen took a deep breath, nodded to the people around him with a normal expression, and continued to watch the ceremony.

"Haha, Sir Allen, I'm really rude today. I was too busy and I didn't entertain you well."

The wedding is finally over. The meal is a Western-style buffet, which makes it easier for guests to communicate.

At this time, Hussein came to Allen with Yassin Rania, who had already changed another set of clothes.

Today's buffet did not provide wine, only juice. Allen took a glass of orange juice and touched it with Prince Hussein and smiled: "Congratulations, Rania is a good girl. When she worked there before, her work ability was very good." Strong and with a good personality.”

"Hahaha, thank you for that. If you hadn't brought her to the event that time, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet Rania."

When Prince Hussein talked about his wife, he was obviously very satisfied. The young couple looked at each other and both picked up their glasses to toast to Ellen.

When Rania's eyes met Allen's, it was obviously a little unnatural. She still hadn't recovered a little bit. If the hem of the wedding dress she wore today hadn't been big enough, she would have almost been exposed.

Hussein turned his head and whispered something in Rania's ear. Rania looked up at Allen again, then nodded, and walked away holding the cup.

After she left, the smile on Hussein's face suddenly became serious and he whispered: "Sir, I'm so sorry. I just heard that during the wedding ceremony, there was a guy who caused trouble for you? "

"Haha, that's not true. I don't even know him."

"Oh? I heard from my subordinates that he seems to have a cousin who followed his uncle to do business in Daying. He seems to have some issues with you. You taught his cousin a little lesson, and he started to hate you. ,need me"

As he spoke, Prince Hussein narrowed his eyes, and his meaning was already obvious.

"Need not!"

Allen decisively refused. For such a trivial matter, Prince Hussein didn't need to sell his favor.

It's just that the middle-aged man just now was actually Dodi's cousin?

It was a coincidence that Allen was now even more curious about this person named Khashoggi.

How long has it been since Dodi's incident?

This guy just brought it up now. Did he just remember it?

Certainly not!

Then for what purpose did he suddenly do this to himself on such an occasion?

Did someone secretly instigate him?

He wanted to know all these things, instead of letting Prince Hussein kill him directly, or asking for other things after he was caught by Prince Hussein's people, so that he would owe a greater favor.

"Thank you for your kindness. I will do this myself. Today is your wedding. You don't have to worry about anything else."

"Okay, Sir Allen, let's have a dinner at the palace tonight."

"Tell the old king for me that I will definitely go to the banquet."

"That's good. Your Excellency, you're busy. I'll go over there and have a look."

When Hussein heard Allen's reply, he showed an expression of relief, had another drink with Allen, and then left.