Chapter 198

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

The white jade plate hung high in the sky, and several floating clouds could not be found far and near. The star spots were covered by light.

"It's a good day to write poetry..."

Acharin sighed and sincerely hoped to hold back two crooked poems.

However, wood has. Poetry can't be found in his inspiration. There are many suitable impact points. If he has an 18 pound gun at hand, he is sure to blow the mansion in front of him into debris within five rounds of shelling.

That's a bad idea.

Because people's behavior mode is determined by their thinking mode, thinking about killing and setting fire, talking, doing things, metaphor, mapping... All kinds of things will naturally reveal a gloomy and treacherous smell.

In other words, if a real actor does not exist, if a person's acting skills are so good that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, he is certainly not acting, but when he is playing, he has completely transformed himself into another person.

Violent brain, military brain, love brain... In the final analysis, the paranoid description of human behavior in future generations is the description of this large-scale fine sub scene.

Qigefei's human design is a standard literary brain and sage brain. This kind of person is insulated from darkness. No matter how unstable his mood is, he can't be murderous.

Therefore, if you want to keep people alive, acharin can only free himself from the state of war readiness and sink back to the zigfei nallo who "expects everyone to be happy".

He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"I'm Zig von nallo... I'm Zig von nallo, the second son of Porto nallo Hou, a pure sissy who likes drama."

The voice dropped and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"In the name of love!"

"In the name of love!"

"Correct your name with love!"

Acharin raised his face and read Shakespeare's famous sentence in an aria: "love can create miracles!"

Qi Gefei was reborn. His soft eyes and bright smile were like a shining sun. Even in the dark courtyard, he could not hide his light.

Like dancing, he turned around on one foot, raised his arm, and threw a new golden Louis towards the second room at the east end of the second floor.

The small gold coin flipped in the air, crossed the small balcony covered with green plants with a parabola, hit the glass of the French window, and made a light and crisp sound.

Acharin listened quietly and recited ten words in his heart. The aftersound dissipated. He threw out the second, then the third and fourth

Ding... Ding... Ding

The clear sound of gold came into the room, spread out like spider silk, swayed into the big bed and into the weeping Miss Emily's ear.

"What... Is ringing?"

Miss Emily wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, propped up and looked suspiciously towards the balcony.

Ding... Ding... Ding

"Anyone? Who's hiding on the balcony?"

The strange voice remained unmoved, maintained a steady rhythm and sounded one after another.

The young lady climbed out of bed curiously, stepped on the blanket barefoot, shook a crack in the door timidly according to the voice, and tentatively stretched out her head like a newborn chick with a broken shell.

She saw a land wrapped in silver makeup.

The bright moonlight scattered all over the corners of the field of vision and covered every visible thing with silver yarn. The colorful roofs and mottled walls have lost their usual color. They are dirty and disappear, turning into holy light and cold awn.

The night wind blows from the direction of the sea, and the earth transpiration the heat accumulated during the day. The two combine to form a looming mist, linger in the courtyard and ripple around the street corner, and connect the silver yarn everywhere with light snow-white lace, which is so beautiful that it is dazzling.

Miss Emily was stunned. She went out of the door unconsciously, covered her little mouth and murmured, "Leland is so... Ah! It hurts!"

Something hit Miss Emily's forehead and bounced to the ground of the balcony. It was a metallic crisp sound.

"King... Louis?" Miss Emily squatted down and picked up one. She looked up and found more coins. They were scattered on the ground of the balcony, like the mysterious star map inherited from ancient times.

"Who... Why throw gold coins at my window? Who is it?"

Another gold coin was thrown over Miss Emily's shoulder, wiped her hair and hit the glass.

Ding! Hua la la la

Miss Emily's heart throbbed violently. She ran over quickly, stepped on the gold coin, held the guardrail, looked after the space, and locked a handsome figure.

Acharin smiled at her in the dark courtyard, "my thoughts have finally reached your ears."

Miss Emily's tears came out, "Qi... Mr. nallo, didn't you leave?"

"Left and came back."

"Why?"

"I found myself ill, deep into the bone marrow, and the medicine stone had no effect."

Miss Emily felt a pain in her heart. Even if she pinched her skirt, she couldn't alleviate it: "you... How... Did the doctor make a mistake? She was fine a few days ago. You've always been in good spirits..."

"I'm ill and have an incurable disease. Even if I gather the best doctors in the world, it's impossible to treat it."

Acharin opened his hand and hugged Miss Emily affectionately.

"Ernie, that's the most terrible disease in the world. Its disease... Is called love!"

……

Quiet night, quiet boudoir, acharin and Emily snuggle up on the soft blanket.

"I haven't told you my true identity. My name is Zig von nallo, the descendant of the nallo family of the Marquis of Porto and the collateral second son of the Bourbon family. In terms of blood origin, the current king is my cousin, although I haven't had the honor to meet the holy face so far."

"I know." Miss Emily arched her head in acharin's arms, blushed and whispered, "in fact, before the party, mother had told me your identity."

"Mrs. prio... Yes, I allow the teacher to tell Sir prio my identity. It's not surprising that Mrs. prio knows this."

Miss Emily shook her head: "in fact, most leloran families know your identity. The circle here is very small. Such important news can't be concealed."

"Is that why I was favored by the ladies on the night of the party?"

"No... no! You are full of charm, leloran. No lady can keep awake in your eyes..."

"Including... You?"

At that moment, they looked at each other. Acharin's eyes were calm and blazing, constantly burning Emily's reason, but she had nowhere to dodge.

"Including you?"

Acharin asked again and spoke softly. Emily was completely reduced to the damned tenderness, her eyelashes trembled and her red lips were slightly open.

"Yes... Yes... Well!"

Clothes faded.

……

When the wind blew away and the world opened, Emily's boudoir was in disorder. The hostess of the room pulled a thin silk quilt and lay lazily in acharin's arms.

"I think I must be crazy..."

Acharin is still qigefei. There is no satisfaction after clouds and rain on his face. Deep behind tenderness, there is only pain and regret.

"Annie, you know what? In fact, the reason why I came to the new world this time is to go to New France and marry the eldest daughter of eslubber."

"She is my fiancee. She has been engaged for fourteen years, but I haven't seen her. Fourteen years ago, she was still babbling and couldn't afford to date a teenager."

"But she still wants to be my wife, which is doomed and there is no doubt. In France, which advocates love most, the nobles who rule the country regard love as a dispensable ornament. Our marriage has been regarded as family wealth, a tool and an object from the beginning."

"I've never questioned the correctness of this before. If I didn't meet you, I'm afraid I won't question it now."

"I'm so stupid..."

When the self exploding declaration was only half over, Emily suddenly wrapped around acharin's neck, raised her head and firmly blocked his mouth with red lips.

A long wet kiss.

"I don't like you to slander yourself like this. You are like a prince in a fairy tale, with an flawless soul. You are noble. Even if it's only for a moment, it's the greatest honor of my life to have you."

"I'm not as good as you think, silly girl."

"Then please let me live in a dream, your highness."

Silk was turned over again, but this time the initiative fell into Emily's hands.

Strong wind, shower, wave roll, wave level.

Acharin gently stirred Emily's beautiful hair on her forehead and whispered.

"Emily, Emily! Why are you Emily? The Lord hid the angel in this desolate mountain and sea, so that I can't see your face early. Ah! We are so well matched, but why can't we stay together for life?"

Emily stood up tired and moved back into acharin's arms.

"Gentle Zig! If you really love me, please tell me in good faith; if you think I'm too easy to yield, I'll pile up an angry face and pretend to be stubborn to refuse your kindness, so that you can gently plead with me."

"I love you!" acharin suddenly dodged Emily and stood up naked. "I've been a string puppet for half my life. Today I finally have my own idea!"

"I'm going to fight, Ernie!"

He leaned down, gently kissed Emily on the forehead, took away a red silk handkerchief and held it in his hand.

"I'm going to fight. Tell aslub that I don't want to marry his daughter, go back to Europe and persuade my father to propose to you. I may fail, but even Don Quixote has the courage to challenge the windmill. Am I not as good as a forced Spanish knight?"

"I will win, Ernie! Trust me and wait for me. If I don't come to see you in six months... You will be free. At that time, please live with my love..."

"Goodbye, my... Love!"