[Comprehensive] The fairy tale time of adults

Early the next morning, the hangovered Bluebeard was woken up by the palace messenger.

He wanted to enjoy his wedding night last night, but he was so drunk that he passed out and couldn't do anything.I woke up again in the morning, and found that I fell out of bed at some point, and my whole body was sore.

Bluebeard was so angry that he wanted to be furious, but the king sent him to fight.He had to go, and he had to swallow his anger back.

Fortunately, Wang learned of his marriage and reserved a few days for him so that he could see off the guests and make arrangements for his family.

Before leaving, Bluebeard hypocritically comforted his new wife, and apologized to Lydia: "I am very sorry for you, but the order is like this, I have to go out for a while. I promise you, I will come back as soon as possible. During this time, you can walk around, do what you like, buy clothes, gems, accessories, whatever you want."

He stroked Lydia's hair, his eyes were filled with pity, as if the ferocious man who wanted to tear her apart last night never existed.

Bluebeard took out a bunch of keys and handed them to Lydia: "I will give you all the keys in the castle. When you are bored, you can go around. Here are the keys to the castle's treasury, and here are the keys to the library. , this is the key to the treasury, this is..." He introduced Lydia one by one.

When talking about the last golden key, Bluebeard's expression changed, and he warned sinisterly: "You can only open the room with this key, absolutely not! Do you know, if you open..."

"I know, I know." Lydia took the key chain from Blue Beard's hand, and nodded his blue beard coquettishly, "It won't open, what the hell."

Bluebeard choked, his vicious threat stuck in his throat, and it didn't feel pointless to say it now.He could only clear his throat and pretend to straighten his shirt.

"I don't need clothes, gems, or accessories." Lydia shook her head, "I don't want to be separated from you. Can I go with you? You know, my sword skills are pretty good."

Bluebeard froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered the rumor that Lydia knew how to use swordsmanship.When she said this, Bluebeard became interested, wanting to see how strong she was.

He asked the servant to fetch the sword, handed it to Lydia, and coaxed her casually: "Okay, if your sword skills are good enough to convince me, I can consider taking you with you."

Lydia nodded, took the sword, and put on a decent pose.

The moment the sword was drawn, Lydia's aura changed, she was no longer the soft and harmless her.Her aura was chilling, and she faintly revealed the posture of having experienced a bloody storm.

Blue Beard's eyes also froze, and he instinctively felt a little threatened.With some scrutiny and scrutiny in his eyes, he looked at Lydia vigilantly.

Lydia moved!

At the same time, Blue Beard couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The image of Lydia wielding her sword is so hilarious that Bluebeard, who was still reevaluating her, laughed out loud.Her sword moves are flamboyant and impractical, and it's not bad to frighten the peasants in the countryside.A man like Blue Beard who fights on the battlefield can naturally tell how much she weighs.

She was wearing a long skirt and had limited mobility, and she almost stepped on the hem of her skirt several times.Coupled with Lydia's serious expression, Bluebeard thought she was so powerful.

It's just a woman.

Lydia stopped under Bluebeard's mocking gaze, and looked at him aggrieved and angrily, but the gaze was not lethal.

Bluebeard hurriedly straightened his posture and comforted Lydia: "The battlefield is ruthless, you should wait for me at home. It's getting late, I have to go."

Lydia's eyes were filled with tears, she bit her lip reluctantly, and stretched out her hand to Bluebeard.

Bluebeard obediently hugged Lydia, and heard her whisper into his ear: "Okay, I don't want to embarrass you. I just want a painting set. When you are away, I want to paint to pass the time .”

No man could refuse such sincere words of love from a beauty, let alone Lydia's request was nothing at all.Bluebeard immediately waved his hand and ordered the servants to prepare immediately, making sure to give Lydia the most extravagant and exquisite painting tools.

After that, he left while Lydia watched him off.

Bluebeard's servants were efficient, and before long, Lydia had a well-lit studio in addition to painting supplies.She walked around the studio, closed the door with satisfaction, and planned to walk around the castle first.

Since Lydia walked out of the studio, there were several servants waiting outside the door following her.They hang their heads, but their bodies stand straight, like dead old trees, stiff and lifeless.

"You don't need to follow me. If I need you, I will call you." Lydia waved her hand and drove the servants away.

They seemed to be waiting for her orders respectfully, but in fact they were just following Blue Beard's orders and watching her.I have never heard of any servant who dares to "follow" the master so urgently.

The servants were also obedient, probably they had already learned about the character of the hostess from Bluebeard, and no one minded her cold face.After saluting Lydia, the servants withdrew one after another.

An old, skinny servant with wrinkled skin was the last to leave. He walked to the corner of the corridor, hid in the shadows, and looked at Lydia with gloomy eyes.

Of course Lydia felt that cold gaze.

This was the servant who often followed Blue Beard, and he seemed to trust this skinny servant.

Lydia didn't point out the skinny servant's sneaky behavior, and continued with the itinerary she had decided.

The castle in the daylight was nothing to see, obviously, under Bluebeard's order, the servants had done a thorough cleaning.Even the places where dust is easy to accumulate have been cleaned up.

Lydia twirled the key chain in her hand, laughing inwardly.

If the room really couldn't be opened, and Bluebeard didn't want her to see it, why should he give her the key?Blue Beard repeatedly explained and explained again and again, in order to arouse her curiosity.

He can't wait for her to see it right away, right?

Lydia walked slowly around the huge castle while thinking about Bluebeard's true purpose.

The castle has several floors, and the servants live in the outermost servant room.The servants that Lydia occasionally saw were working in the castle.They greeted her respectfully, but there was a strange look in their eyes that couldn't be hidden.

Lydia turned a blind eye to it. She wandered through the library, checked the gem vault, wandered around the huge cloakroom, checked the musical instrument room... nothing.

The castle was shrouded in the sun, and everything was spread out in front of Lydia, letting her watch and look at it, it seemed that there was no abnormality.It was clean and luxurious, full of new utensils and fine furnishings, except for the queer servants, everything was as usual.

Lydia was only half way around before losing interest.She had opened countless doors and was tired of the pointless opening and closing.

Just as she was going back along the road and was going back to the studio first, the skinny servant appeared out of nowhere.

"Madam, do you need help?" The skinny servant bowed respectfully, "I see that you seem to be looking for something."

Lydia looked at him without saying a word.

"I am very familiar with every part of this castle, if you need it, please ask." The skinny servant saluted Lydia.

Lydia snorted coldly in her heart.She took out a rare gemstone that she had just taken out from the gem vault, pretending to be appreciative, and casually showed it to the skinny servant.

The skinny servant was unmoved, there was no greed in his eyes, and he was still waiting respectfully for Lydia's order.

Lydia had a judgment in her heart, she found the golden key from the keychain, and asked the skinny servant: "Where is this key?"

The skinny servant finally responded, his eyes flickered, and he immediately replied, "Madam, this is the key to the basement."

"Really, thank you." Lydia nodded, "I don't need anything, you can do your own thing."

Lydia watched the skinny servant leave, and the eyes watching her also disappeared.

Really... can't wait.

Layers of malice rushed towards Lydia, making her feel very ridiculous.

But she was not fooled.

There were only things in the basement that Bluebeard wanted Lydia to see, and she didn't want to see that.She just wanted to see the truth that Bluebeard hid.

Lydia took a leisurely meal and slept for a while after she was full.When she woke up, it was already noon, and the sun was hanging in the sky, emitting a strong light.

She walked into the studio full of energy, prepared the painting tools and paints, and started her creation.

Soon after Lydia fell into the water, she had to give up her love of painting.Thinking about it now, it has been many years since the last time she picked up a paintbrush.

Her painting skills are already jerky, but when the paintbrush she holds falls on the paper, the movements of her hands are skillful like a master.

After a while, the picture in Lydia's mind took shape on paper, and what she drew was Bluebeard's castle.

Over time, the castle map was gradually completed.

Lydia drew an exquisite painting, which is exactly the same as the castle, but... Lydia is still continuing, she daubs on the completed drawing of the castle, and soon, the castle will be attached Lots of paint that shouldn't be used.

It looked... as if countless blood had been poured on it.

Lydia put in the last touch—a weird, dilapidated castle with weird tones was completed.

"Come on, let me see the real thing."

As Lydia spoke without any emotional ups and downs, the space in front of her was shattered like a mirror, and countless colorful pictures peeled off piece by piece.

Lydia closed her eyes, when those broken pictures were put together again and returned to normal.The space she was in had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The bright studio changed into a dilapidated room covered with inverted crosses.