[Tess of the D'Urbervilles] Concubine Wan Gui counterattacks the doormat

Royal Cafe.

Under the flickering candlelight, a beautifully carved silver spoon stands on the wine glass, a crystal sugar cube is placed on the spoon, the orange absinthe liquid sinks in the bottom of the wine glass, and the ice water comes from the small copper cup. The faucet gurgled down, penetrated and melted the sugar cubes, and the white cloud-like mixture fell into the wine glass, spread out, and quickly blended with the green wine.

Seeing that the liquid had risen to the mark on the wine glass, the waiter in a white apron tightened the tap, removed the spoon, and put the adjusted absinthe in front of him, the gentleman who had been silent since he came in before.

Alec picked up the wine glass and drank it down. There was a faint scent of flowers in his mouth, followed by a strong and stimulating smell of fennel instantly filled his mouth, rushing straight to his nose and throat.

He closed his eyes obsessively to appreciate the wonderful enjoyment of taste and smell, and suddenly opened his eyes, and put the wine glass heavily in front of the waiter, staring straight at him, motioning him to have another glass.

The waiter probably had never seen a gentleman drinking absinthe as rudely as a drunk outside, and was stunned for a moment.You must know that absinthe is not an ordinary wine, but a medicinal wine with a strong hallucinogenic effect known as the green muse.Just such a small half cup is enough to induce people to enter the paradise of their dreams.

Sure enough, Alec's expression had gradually become confused, but now he was at least half conscious, so he loudly expressed his dissatisfaction with the not very clever bartender in front of him.

"Do you want me to repeat my request again, you cunning servant who only cheats behind your master's back!"

There were similarly delirious and delusional people like Alec gathered around them. When they heard Alec's dissatisfied yelling, they didn't know what they dreamed of, and they also booed together.The waiters serving them have long been used to it, and they continued their previous work silently, as if they were not affected at all.

Alec, who caused the commotion, squinted his eyes at the moment, watching the wine dripping with dissatisfaction, he frowned, and said flatly: "No sugar, give me this wine."

The waiter didn't speak, and obediently removed the spoon, turned up the faucet to let the ice water flow out smoothly, and quickly filled a small half cup and handed it to Alec.

After Alec finished drinking, he breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his head, his eyes were already blurred.

He saw clusters of large, delicate and fiery roses blooming at his feet, spreading along his feet to the dancing people around him, and the tall rose stems grew to the height of a human being, gradually Hiding their figures, only roses the size of human faces were left swaying gently.

Alec blinked his eyelids aching from fatigue.

Two roses were gently pushed aside by a white and slender hand, slowly revealing the face of the owner of the hand.Alec opened his pupils wide, surprised to see the familiar face of his beloved.

"Honey, you, why are you here?" He didn't forget that he just slammed the door after arguing with her, she... came out to look for him?

But the other party didn't answer him, but stood far away, looking at him indifferently with those beautiful eyes.

"Why don't you cry?" Seeing her usual indifferent expression, his joy was instantly extinguished, and he asked coldly, "Maybe you pretend to squeeze out a tear from your jewel-like eyes, and I will bear it." Can't stop crawling at your feet, like a faithful and ridiculous believer, confessing the mistakes I made in the past, and begging for forgiveness?"

"But you haven't! Look at the way you look. You're supposed to be not only a real and proper d'Urbervilles, but a princess—ha! ha! ha!"

"Oh yes, I've always been a lousy, don't you already know that? But by my fallen soul, this bad guy standing in front of you can't do you any worse Well, even, he is sure no one will love you more than he! But my fair and pure lady, is this how you treat your poor husband who is willing to do you good?"

"..."

Alec chattered on and on about what he would never say in his heart. As a husband who tried his best to please his indifferent wife but couldn't get her, he had been suppressed for too long. What he paid was not equal to what he gained Just like that, even though he usually hides these resentments under an embarrassed hippie smile, after a long period of time, this husband who was originally impatient finally broke out through this quarrel.

But his wife, whose appearance is as dazzling as a jewel and whose heart is as hard as a jewel, seems to fail to understand his inner distress. Alec watched the roses gradually surround him, and soon, his beautiful wife's face would disappear in the shadows. Among the petals!

"Oh, no! No! No!" Alec was a little flustered. He ran up staggeringly, grabbed the slender hand, and pulled the owner of the hand back into his arms. Peace of mind.

He let her go slightly, but grabbed her shoulders with both hands, looked at her seriously, and said, "Honey, let's stop arguing. The old me, no matter what I did wrong, is in the past. Honey, if you just trust me, I swear, you'll be the happiest woman in the world. Forgive me this time, oh please."

He is now looking down at the woman in front of him, but his humble posture and pleading tone make him look like a poor servant who has made a mistake and is begging for the master's forgiveness. From this point of view, How much this man must love his wife to do this!

"Let's find a place to talk slowly." The woman seemed to soften her attitude, and took his hand and said.

He was overjoyed and responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"

The happy man happily took the woman away, but the man hadn't realized at this moment that this was just a small magic of the muse, he was fascinated, and the man who kept saying that he wanted to repent was about to make another bigger mistake, everything It's all going to be a mess.

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At night, the rain was pattering on the glass, Wan Zhener suddenly woke up in such a rainy night.She raised her eyes, only to see that the side of her was deserted, and the man who was supposed to be sleeping next to her hadn't come back yet.

It is difficult to describe her mood at the moment in words.

She is used to her husband obeying her, and she is used to the existence of such a man who does everything possible to make her happy. She was even spoiled to the point where she regained her proud temperament in her previous life, enjoying the man's attention while looking down from above, despised this vulgar man.

does she love himNo, she positively denies this hypothesis.But... why is her heart so sour now, as if soaked in thick lemon juice, making it difficult for her to calm down all the time?

She ordered herself not to think of that unscrupulous man again, but she still sat on the bed with her hand on his pillow, motionless.

"Woooo..."

A faint familiar whine interrupted her contemplation. She was startled, quickly lifted the quilt, and went to look at the small bed beside the bed with bare feet.

Through the night light as cool as water, the little guy slept restlessly, holding two small fists by his ears, and made a "woo-woo" sound from his mouth.

Wan Zhen'er thought that the quarrel between the two of them this afternoon had frightened the child, so she hugged the child distressedly to comfort him, but she didn't expect that when she touched him, she suddenly found that the child's bare arms were very hot!

Her heart suddenly jumped wildly, and she panicked!

"Auston, no! I don't want to do this!..." The day when the emperor's son died was still vivid in my memory. Her whole body seemed to have fallen into a freezer, and she couldn't help shaking.She can't let this go on, she has to do something quickly, but what should she do?

In a panic, she picked up the child and ran out of the room...

In the middle of the night that day, the hall of the d'Urberville house was brightly lit, and the servants hid behind the pillars and walls, keeping an eye on the situation in the living room.

"Hasn't sir come back yet?"

"No, butler Creek has already sent someone to look for it."

"The madam must be terrified. Look at her beautiful lips, which are as pale as five dingzi flowers trembling in the cold wind..."

"..."

The doctor withdrew his stethoscope, and cast a comforting look at the young lady in front of him who was trembling unconsciously even though she was pretending to be calm.

"Please don't worry too much, ma'am, Mr. d'Urberville's fever should be caused by a sore throat. Now he has taken the medicine powder, and you will be fine if you take care of it. But please be careful, it is best not to let little d'Urberville Mr. has used his wonderful singing voice, and his fragile throat can't bear more vibrations." The doctor joked, trying to relieve the tense atmosphere with a relaxed tone.

But Wan Zhen'er couldn't laugh, and the people around her didn't think it was funny either.

The doctor's kindness was ignored, so he touched his nose in embarrassment.

"I think I'm going to leave. If there is any situation, you can send someone to find me again, esteemed lady."

Wan Zhen'er nodded unconsciously. A servant came to guide the way, and the doctor stood up and left.

"Sister, I'll help you guard Oston, you go to sleep first." Lisa still can't forget the scene where the empress, who had always been aloof and calm in her impression, panicked and hugged the child and patted her door , What kind of fear made her tremble like this!

Wan Zhen'er didn't seem to hear it, and her eyes never left her son who had finished taking the medicine and fell asleep.

Lisa couldn't help it, so she reached out and summoned a maid to bring a cup of hot tea to the empress.

Wan Zhen'er drank hot tea with Lisa's hand, and then slowly calmed down, her body was not too tense at last.

Lisa reached out and patted her back slowly soothingly.

"I shouldn't have quarreled with Alec, but let Auston cry..." Suddenly, she murmured in self-reproach.

Wan Zhen'er, who always thought that only others were wrong and she was right, started to reflect on herself!Lisa's pupils dilated in shock.

"I was never a good mother, and I almost killed my child again..." The words just now seemed to open a gap, and Wan Zhen'er's guilt began to pour out continuously, and she began to reflect on whether she was She is really suitable to be a mother of a child. Is her temperament really as "unbearable" as Alec said in the afternoon?

Claire, who had been standing by their side, felt distressed, and he couldn't help but retort, "No, ma'am, actually...Master Auston was made to cry on purpose by Mr. I guess he thought it would make you soft-hearted, Forgive him for his mistakes. So please don't blame yourself too much, ma'am."

Wan Zhen'er froze, the words she was about to say were stuck in her throat.

For some reason, hearing this sentence, her previously depressed mood was swept away, and she even found it funny.

Alec... what a fool!

She recalled what Alec had explained to her before. At that time, she was trying to suppress her disappointment and anger, and she didn't listen carefully, but now that she thought about it, Alec was not unforgivable, and she wanted to continue this marriage with him , nor can he cling to this mistake he made in the past for the rest of his life.Wan Zhen'er is now trying to convince herself to forgive Alec. She knew what kind of person he was from the very beginning, and she only married him for the child. How could she forget this original intention?

Seeing that Wan Zhen'er was silent, Lisa thought she had really listened to Butler Creek's words, so she couldn't help but glared dissatisfiedly at the troublesome butler.

Claire bowed her head silently.

Just as Wan Zhen'er was trying to find an excuse for Alec, a weak voice suddenly appeared.

"... Ma'am, I'm back."

Wan Zhen'er looked up and saw the face of John, Alec's coachman, but... only John.

"John, where is your master?" Lisa asked suspiciously.

Wan Zhener frowned, but still waited patiently for his answer.

John didn't dare look up, he was so ashamed.

"Sir...sir...he is, at Mrs Anne Gray's flat..."

There was a sudden silence all around.

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