[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

It can be said that this conversation broke up badly, and in the end, he couldn't understand what I meant.Maybe, just don't want to understand.On the way back, I kept thinking about my relationship with the first queen... Can she and I be counted as the same person?

As early as a very young age, I realized that I was different... No matter what I learned, I was faster than ordinary people.But if you say that I am a genius, I don't have the mind to draw inferences like other geniuses.

For example, when I was learning French, French was no longer popular in the upper class, and my parents did not have the blood of the French royal family, but I learned it with ease.But it doesn't look like he has a unique talent in language, but rather the result of years of hard work and hard work.Because, the same language, German and Spanish, I am not very proficient so far.

In addition to learning French quickly, my attitude towards learning is also ridiculously positive. I want to read all kinds of books, and I want to get to the bottom of every problem... Before, I always thought that this was the reason why I was more competitive. Now that I think about it, if I If he was really competitive, how could he tolerate his father marrying his heir and giving up the throne to others.After all, my father has hinted to me many times that I meet all the conditions for being an heir to the kingdom.

So, what is the relationship between me and the first queen?Did the past in my previous life affect my life in this life?

Although there is still no clear conclusion in my heart, in fact, the balance has been quietly leaning towards one side.

I wanted to go back to sleep and think about these headaches the next day.But halfway through, my mind was filled with countless questions.I am eager to know the connection between the past life and this life...and, under what circumstances, this life will be affected by the past life.After thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of an answer, so I simply turned around and swam towards the library.

It was almost midnight, but the manager of the library was still on duty. He was an old man with a red nose and blue skin.Seeing me, he was surprised and respectful: "Your Highness, come to study at such a late hour."

I nodded inscrutablely, and asked, "If I want to learn more about the culture of the Northern Land, where should I find books?"

He pointed in a direction.I said thank you, swam over, frowned and searched.If my behavior was really influenced by my previous life, it must have something to do with witchcraft.I don't know how many books I have searched, and I don't know how many bookshelves I have searched. I didn't look up from the pile of books until the giant luminous pearl was removed from the dark cloth and the magnificent bell representing "sunrise" sounded.

Simply put, no witchcraft can bind past and present lives, because from the perspective of witchcraft, past lives and present lives are already two completely different souls.However, there is a strange spell that can connect the souls of two people together, and from then on, they will never be separated from life to life.

The threshold for this spell is extremely high, and in the process of casting the spell, both parties must be voluntary, and one party must have an idea!If the law is not firm, it will fail.According to the above, even if the spell is successfully cast, there will be sequelae, such as one party losing the memory of the previous life, or one party's soul being annihilated and shattered during reincarnation... Anyway, from ancient times to the present, there are almost no successful examples.

However, once successful, the two can no longer be separated.The spell cannot change the target of the spell, nor can it cancel the spell. If one party changes his mind or changes his mind, he can only suffer like this for life after life.

Seeing this, I finally know where the sense of absurdity came from when I read the history of the first queen.Because, whether it is history books or novels with artistic processing, they are trying their best to exaggerate Lambert's affection for the first queen.Few documents mention the first queen's feelings for Lambert.If the record of this incantation is true, then the first queen's affection for Lambert is by no means weaker than Lambert's for her...

No wonder Lambert has been emphasizing that I am the first queen herself.

I closed the book with complicated emotions, said hello to the red-nosed old man, and dragged my exhausted body after staying up for two consecutive nights back to the bedroom.I don't know if it was because I stayed up too late or read too many books about reincarnation, but I dreamed about the scene of my previous life again.

The silent night is deep, the stars are twinkling, and the silver-white moonlight fills the magnificent hall.A young general holding a helmet came to me and said with an embarrassed face: "Your Highness, Your Majesty seems to be drunk... It's all our fault. However, we never thought that a strong man like Your Majesty would be drunk."

I froze for a moment, stood up, and saw Lambert being supported by two armored warriors.His head drooped slightly, his black hair was wet and disheveled, covering his high eyebrows.Except for some blush on his cheeks, his expression was calm and majestic, and he was hardly drunk.I greeted him immediately and ordered them to send Lambert to the bedroom.Hearing my voice, he asked in a low voice, "Is it... Little Rose?"

"It's me." I held his hand, "Is there any discomfort?"

He thought for a few seconds, shook his head, and nodded again.

I was immediately anxious: "Where is it? Do I need to hire a witch doctor?"

He raised his head slowly, looked at the people around him, and ordered in a cold voice: "You all go down."

My heart jumped into my throat in an instant—could it be that he is so ill that he needs to keep it secret?That's right, he has always disliked to confide in others, and everything is backlogged in his heart... Judging by his appearance, he may have been ill for a long time, and there is really no cure for it, so he chose to drink to relieve his sorrow.Otherwise, with his personality, he would never get drunk in front of anyone other than me.

The warriors retreated quietly.Soon, it was just me and him around.Everything was silent, I heard his clear and heavy breathing, I quickly took his arm, because I was too anxious, my throat was a little hoarse: "What's wrong?"

He was brooding!After a while, one hand wrapped around my waist, the other held the back of my head from my shoulder, and pressed my ear to his lips: "I haven't seen Little Rose all night, I feel uncomfortable."

I was so anxious that tears were about to fall, but when I heard this sentence, my mind went blank: "You..."

"Ok?"

Forget it, don't want to condemn a drunk person.I could only hold my breath and say, "Nothing, let's go in."

He put me on the sofa in the center of the hall, knelt down on one knee beside my feet, held my hand, and rested his forehead on my knee. He didn't speak for a long time.

I waited for a while, thinking he was asleep, and tried to get up and help him to the bed on the second floor.But he clasped my wrist, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and said in a low voice, "Little Rose."

"I'm here."

"The fortune teller said... we will meet in the ocean in the next life."

He was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked straight into my eyes: "Actually, it's not just the next life, I want to be with you forever."

Heart pounding.No matter how long I've been with him, his attraction to me has never changed.His eyes, the bridge of his nose, his lips... His words and deeds will make my heart beat faster.

The longer you live with him, the more you understand what a "soul mate" means.Although we don't spend long time together every day, as long as we stay together, we feel very at ease and comfortable.I understand the subtext of every word he says, and he understands the thoughts behind every look in my eyes.He is my perfect husband, partner for life, and mentor to my soul.The outside world is saying that I must be a peerless beauty, otherwise how could he be so fascinated by me.In fact, I always thought that he was the "peerless beauty" who fascinated me.

Recalling every day we spent with him, my eyes were inexplicably filled with tears, I held his hand instead, and whispered: "Me too."

But he shook his head and said word by word: "Little Rose, what I mean is forever, eternal life... Our destiny will be connected forever, and we will never be separated again. Will you resent me?"

Why does he think I resent him?

I'm really... too late to be happy.

"No." I said softly, and quietly wiped away the tears on my face, "No matter what you do, I will never resent you."

……

The time span in the dream was huge. In a blink of an eye, the back of my hand was wrinkled like bark, my fingers were no longer slender and delicate, and my joints became thick and ugly.

I'm old.

Lambert also turned into a handsome and dignified old man with silvery temples.I don’t know whether it’s God favoring men more, or he knows how to manage his figure better than me, but his figure is still so tall and straight, his face is still so thin, and his legs are still so slender.And if I keep my back straight for two hours, I feel very tired.Therefore, he became the hunting object of young girls, and he would have various affairs every day.

Finally, when I saw a girl fall in front of him again, I couldn't help being furious, and reprimanded coldly: "How did the female officer train you, you can't even walk steadily! Now the Beiguo is holding a fair, If you are bumped into by the envoys of the dependent country, wouldn't it be a joke for the people of the dependent country, we can't even teach a decent maid?"

The girl looked astonished, and then said tremblingly: "I didn't mean it, Your Majesty... Maybe I was too excited to see His Majesty's heroic appearance with my own eyes. I... I have admired His Majesty the most since I was a child. After all, our generation grew up listening to His Majesty's wise deeds."

Obviously I was reprimanding her, but she apologized to Lambert and ignored me at all.It's probably because I'm getting older and I can't control my temper. Such a trivial matter makes me very angry.I glared at Lambert and turned to leave.Before he walked out of the corridor, he heard the girl's terrified cries from behind.I stopped and didn't look back.

After returning to the bedroom, after a while, the anger almost disappeared.I sat in the glass house in the garden, regretting my tantrum.

I covered my cheeks in embarrassment and took a deep breath.

At this time, a long and thin hand stretched out to hold my old palm, and Lambert's deep and pleasant voice sounded: "Still angry?"

"I'm not angry anymore." I paused, and said with some uncertainty, "Lambert, have I changed a lot?"

He sat down beside me, and thought for a while: "It really has changed a lot."

I was very discouraged.Sure enough, he also felt that I had become vicious.Who knows, he said slowly: "I have become more in love with me. I like it very much."

"...you didn't do anything to that girl, did you?"

"I know you are hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so I just expelled you from the palace." He lowered his head and kissed the back of my hand, "Silly girl, we have lived together for decades. I will only love one woman, and that is you. Stop thinking about it, okay?"

I have grown up to this kind of virtue, and he still calls me "silly girl", which is really sour and sweet in my heart.When I am old, it is easy to hurt the spring and the autumn. I saw a violet falling on the soil not far away. Thinking that I will not have much time to be with him in the future, the hot liquid suddenly filled my eyes. I choked up and said: "Lan Bo Te...do you still count on what you said before?"

"Why are you crying?" He said helplessly, wiping away my tears with his thumb, "Which sentence?"

He kept wiping away my tears with his thumb and replied in a low voice, "We'll be together forever."

It was a rare emotional breakdown, and I cried like a little girl, my ears and neck were red from crying: "But, the fortune teller said, we will meet in the ocean in the next life... The ocean is so vast, and a person is so small, I feel like you won't find me."

"It's okay, I will conquer the ocean until I meet you."

It was clearly an extremely exaggerated love story, but I couldn't keep my eyes open from crying.I threw myself into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and buried my head in his clothes.After a while, it was soaked with tears.

After a long while, I gradually calmed down from the intense emotion of grief, and looked up at his beautiful eyes even though they were old.

"Lambert, I will love you forever and ever."

He lifted my head and gently touched my lips: "Me too, Little Rose."

……

The dream came to an abrupt end here, and I woke up suddenly.