【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

The monk rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, and bowed deeply to Claude, who had his eyes closed. The luxurious mahogany door panel: "My lord, the archdeacon and his wife are here."

"Oh! My favorite student is here, do I still need to announce it! Invite them in quickly, son, and bring your wife in quickly." An old and calm voice came from behind the door, the old man The sound is pleasant.

"Okay, my lord." Claude took my hand and was about to push the door, selectively ignoring the at a loss monk.

"Lord Claude, please forgive me. Don't let the bishop know that I just had evil thoughts. The Holy See will investigate me. If I lose my position in the church, I really can't live." The monk knelt When he came down and begged, he heard with his own ears that the bishop recognized me as Claude's wife, clasped his hands together, lowered his head deeply, and did not dare to look at Claude.

I smiled dotingly at Claude, and looked at him sincerely: "Claude, say something, say something of mercy." I know that his heart is still soft, and he will not embarrass others , just need a step down.

"Since Xiaosha begged for mercy, then..." Claude looked at my smiling face, shook his head helplessly, his brows were slightly loosened, his defensive expression eased a lot, and he sighed softly: "Oh, Sir, I'm not one to hold on to a little thing... Don't worry, I won't do that. I hope you can respect my wife more while 'fearing' me. 'Protestant' brings It is the gospel of liberating humanity, not an excuse for human depravity and indulgence, I hope God will not abandon us, thank God, Amen.”

"I will keep your words in mind! Madame, God will bless your kindness! My lord, you are sure you really won't..." The monk hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to stand up. Lord was apprehensive.

I curled my lips helplessly, interrupted the monk's doubts, and helped him up from the air: "Don't worry, Claude is a man of his word, he will never go back on his promise, you You can trust him." I said and patted Claude's hand into my own.

"Yes, I'm trustworthy." Claude smiled at me, and looked at the monk with sharp eyes like a knife for a while. The monk felt a vision that seemed to penetrate his soul, but the gaze was fleeting. Fleeting, turning elsewhere before being discovered.

Claude waved at him casually: "Although I have been displeased with what you are doing for a long time, gentlemen are not happy with me. Why do you laugh at me when you are drinking and having fun? I also know it well. But I, Claude, can't do that! If... there is a day when I need to fight against all the filth of the world, please also confront me in the court in an open and honest manner. God swears - he won't play tricks on people, and he's tired of plotting."

"My lord, I don't dare to take a lowly position, so I'm leaving." The monk turned and walked away slowly with an embarrassed expression on his face, he just wanted to leave quickly, thinking in his heart: Only then did he see how powerful the vice-bishop is, and the title of "wizard" is indeed well-deserved.

No wonder the archdeacon always walks alone. He used to be accompanied by Quasimodo the Bell Ringer, that ugly devil, but now he has a beautiful Egyptian "witch" around him. This gloomy man should Just a horrible black mage, what a weirdo...

"Claude, you... have always been a good person."

"My lovely child, you are stupid again, what kind of a good person am I...I am extremely cowardly! I always walk alone to avoid them, but I will not tolerate their behavior, I am just too lazy Regardless of them, the old bishop turned a blind eye and closed his eyes. There are many things that I can't do anything about. The sins accumulated over the centuries, the church needs to be reformed! But I can't change anything by myself, I can only muddle along ...I have wasted my life for almost half my life, and knowledge is the only pure land in my heart." I looked into Claude's eyes, his expression was tired and lonely, and he was silent for a long time, he looked at me, and said with difficulty: "The Holy See, already broken."

"Life is different from what you thought a long time ago, isn't it? Claude... At that time, you frantically absorbed knowledge with full of hope, and finally became the noble priest you dreamed of. The darkness has shattered all your beautiful ideals and wishes, you have doubts about God, and your faith has been shaken." I felt sorry for him, and raised my hand to gently stroke his sad face. He grabbed my hand and pressed it tightly. On my own cheek, his pale lips twitched, and I told him the pain deep in his heart. These years he dared not admit or face, the so-called piety was just a joke.

I stuck out my tongue at him and blinked mischievously: "My lord~ It's a bit negative to say that, but in my heart...you are a warrior! You can stick to your original intention, don't follow the crowd, and bear so much pressure, there is only one How difficult it must be for a person to live alone in the Holy See... How terrible it is to face the ghosts alone! I can't imagine how you tolerated it for so long! So, you are the best! Ever since I met you, I always praise myself—see, Salome, how well you have chosen, married to such a fine man, the best priest in all Paris! I am proud, I am proud!"

"But, Xiaosha, I can't make you rich and powerful like this, and I can't let you have supreme power! Even, one day you might get into trouble with me..." Claude hugged my waist and pursed his lips , still looks very low.

"Hush——" I smiled and raised my little hand, patted his lips clumsily, grabbed his cuff and shook it: "You're talking nonsense! I don't want those things! It's so boring! I like you, not because of Your money and status! If I do that, who am I? Unless... you are like those people, looking down on me from the bottom of your heart~"

"How could I! Xiaosha, you say that...that I look down on you! I really deserve to go to hell!" Claude's melancholy eyes were watery. Hearing what I said, I felt a burst of anxiety in my heart. His usual mature and steady look is even more interesting.

"Then you, you have to promise me that you won't say such things anymore~" I turned away, waved my hand, thinking about what to say, covered my burning cheeks, and said softly: "Also, don't keep talking The nonsense of hell, I hope you live well for a thousand years! Even...even if you want to go to hell, I have to accompany you...how can I let you be alone again, let you go by yourself, I... ... I can't bear it."

"I promise, I said, I promise everything you say! Xiaosha, if you go to hell, there will be no one in heaven... I don't want you to go with me, but I am willing to go with you. Where are you? Where am I?" Claude wrapped his arms around me and looked at me firmly.

"What if I haven't lived enough?" I raised my eyebrows and wiped his tears with my hands.

Claude held my hand: "Dear Xiaosha, I will pray day and night in hell for your long life!"

"Then you're willing to leave me alone? Claude Stinky." I pursed my mouth.

"I... can't bear it." Claude blushed a little and looked at me embarrassedly.

"Pfft, idiot." I laughed and opened my arms, shaking my hands.

Claude couldn't help hugging me tightly. He leaned over and I stood on tiptoe. He smelled so good.

"Give me the printing plate and the diary, I will hide it, and don't let the bishop see it for a while, it will cause trouble." I remembered that Claude still had the printing plate of "Treason".

"My lord bishop has long been used to having weird objects on me. Alchemy is troublesome enough, but he doesn't care." Claude hugged me and turned around again.

"Haha, now I can be regarded as a weird "object" on your body." I smiled and kissed his side face.

We pushed open the wooden door, not wanting to make a sudden "squeak", the carved mahogany door opened a crack, and an old man with a white beard leaned against the crack of the living room door and fell out with a smile. Gao's pure white bishop hat embroidered with gold thread almost fell off. He was wearing a snow-white priest's robe, which was spotless. On his old ring finger was a huge ruby ​​ring.

"Teacher, why did you come out by yourself?" Claude let go of me, and put his hat on for the old bishop speechlessly.

"I'm just lying on the door to rest for a while, I didn't hear your touching words, hugs and kisses, and I don't know what printing board is there!" The old bishop cleared his throat and looked around.

Who asked him if he had eavesdropped, this old man has no silver 300 taels here.

"...My lord, you are eavesdropping again." Claude held his hand.

"I didn't. I listened openly at the door. I'm an old man, but I'm not confused." His Excellency Bishop frowned, talking about him from left to right.

Claude said with a straight face: "You still haven't admitted..."

"Ahem... I'm actually deaf. I'm going to rest later. The old man Fu Yin asked me to play chess. I can't hear what you said! Where is that gypsy girl who flirted with you?! She must be very tall It's scary... My child, I'm very pleased that you finally figured it out." The Bishop changed the subject and pretended not to see me.

He invited us into the reception room, where stained glass tables and gilded brown leather sofas were placed, and the floor was covered with a large vine pattern carpet. The water had already been prepared, and it was served in three ceramic cups painted with blue and white peonies Here, it was a gift from the king.

"Teacher, I know you are not deaf at all, please stop pretending to be Mr. Governor." Claude held my hand tightly and sat on the sofa.

"How are you, Mr. Bishop, I am that gypsy girl." I tilted my head with a smile.

Every time the bishop said a word, he drew his voice very long, which made him appear arrogant: "Fortunately, you are not very scary. I have seen gypsies before, and their appearance is far from that of humans. You should be considered You're the best of them all, perhaps among women, and where have I seen you, little girl?"

"Your Excellency, on the stage, on the stage of the Holy Miracle Play in the Palace of Justice on the Epiphany." I looked at him with a smile, and the old man's beard was very interesting.

"I remember, you're that basilisk girl, a mess, Gringoire, after that devastating literary disaster? You were the mistress of this kid then, married now, you're a' A good hand at getting promoted." The old bishop dragged his voice slowly, making fun of me.

"Uh... so I'm really grateful that Claude is willing to marry me." I didn't feel angry, shrugged, and looked at Claude happily.

Instead, Claude fought hard: "We are because of love, teacher!"

"Love! That's terrible! From one grave to another, don't you look at her cute now. After many years, maybe in a few years, she will become a horrible old woman, don't let you Ride a horse, control your consumption, just like your teacher's wife, grabbing my ears until the moment she died! Huh! I am much freer now, let me, an old man, take a breath." His Excellency Bishop exaggerated and frightened Rub your ears.

I looked at his age spot-covered ears sympathetically: "Mister, I won't pull Claude's ears."

"Who knows, women will change and become more and more fierce." The old bishop squinted at me and muttered, raised his hat and touched the Mediterranean Sea in the center of his head: "This bishop approves that you married Claude I swear, on behalf of God, I acknowledge the free will of your marriage... I will add your name to the family tree of the Frollo family, next to your husband, and keep this safe, I will not send a second to the nasty gypsy girl It’s for you.” As he spoke, he handed me and Claude a small and exquisite marriage certificate, which was issued by the Holy See and bears the bright red seal of the Catholic Church.

"Great, Xiaosha! You can live with me now! I can help you take care of your brothers and sisters, and we can find your mother together!" Claude kissed the two little ones hard. Excitedly holding my hand, I put the little piece of paper into my arms, and Vanessa showed her head, startling the bishop.

"No, no, no! You and your snake can't come in and out of the church at will, Mrs. Frollo. You have to keep a distance of Notre Dame from your husband." The bishop shouted back.

"What do you mean?" I looked at the noble old man suspiciously.

"You are so stupid, literally." The bishop shook his head.

"Teacher, why?!" Claude stood up in surprise.

The bishop slowly raised his teacup and took a sip of water: "Of course it is for the reputation of Notre Dame de Paris. As a vicar bishop, you married a gypsy witch."

Claude felt that he could not accept this statement, and anxiously persuaded the old bishop: "You know that those fellow practitioners are doing mischief in the church, but you still choose to tolerate it! But you are so prejudiced against my wife?! Why are you so unreasonable?" fair?!"

"Because she is a gypsy witch." The bishop took another sip of water, not caring about Claude's questioning: "What good influence can she bring? I don't care how many women mess with other people, but yours It's a gypsy, a gypsy woman, and you married her."

"Teacher, you are embarrassing us, I want to take Xiaosha out!" Claude expressionlessly pulled me up and was about to leave.

"Mr. Claude, you are condemning the church! You are going to be judged by the Holy See! Even if you move out, you have to deal with all church affairs and summons from the Holy See every day. You must finish all the work. If there is a delay, you It's over." The old bishop moved his buttocks to a comfortable hole on the sofa, yawning.

"My lord!" Claude shook his teaching robe angrily, almost roaring. The melancholy and calm he had never been so desperate and helpless.

"It's okay, Claude! If I feel difficult just because of the distance, it only shows that I am not firm in my will. We are not too far away. We are really married! My brother and the bishop agreed, so I am happy Hee hee..." I comforted Claude with a wry smile, took out the marriage certificate in my arms, and forced myself to look happy to show him, I didn't want to make him more distressed: "My lord, I want to use C Lord's half day is considered a wedding leave, please, for God's sake."

"Okay, it's only half a day." His Excellency Bishop scratched his head and stopped looking at me.

"Thank you." I thanked you sadly, and the smile on my face was a little sad, polite and far-fetched.

Claude took my hand sadly and walked out of the living room door heavily.He has always been strict and polite, and he didn't even want to say "farewell" to his teacher, the bishop. He felt that he had no strength to speak, and the devil took away his happiness. At this moment, he only felt loss and sadness in his heart.

Claude's face was very bad, and he was silent for a long time.I jumped up and kissed his lips, he forced the corners of his mouth to twitch, but still couldn't smile dully.

"Take me to your little black room to play, I want to see the scenery in your eyes, the window sill I have looked at countless times, I will only look forward to your figure." I sank into his arms and grabbed his cassock.

"Okay, Xiaosha, I want to carry you behind my back." Claude pursed his lips, and gently kissed the thin curly hair on my forehead.

"Okay." I was still afraid that he would be tired, but this time I didn't want to say anything to push back.I'm afraid that there will be no chance next time...

I leaned on his broad shoulders, hugged his neck, kissed his ears, and smiled happily.Being with him even for just a second is bliss to me, I really want to never let go and be with him forever.

With my back on his back, Claude opened the red door leading to the bell tower with a clatter, and slowly walked up the spiral narrow stairs. He walked very slowly, as if he could not reach the end... He really hoped that this road could not be walked. In the end, so that he can always be with his beloved wife, and no one will separate them again...

After all, the small, shabby wooden door was opened.

"Show me your diary, aren't you afraid of leaking the secret?" I leaned on his chest, shyly grabbing Claude's robe belt.

"You are my secret, Xiaosha. When you open it, you will find that it is all about you." Claude hugged me tightly and sat down, looking at the snow that was swirling outside the window.

I held up the carefully framed, dark diary with a beautiful gilt cover. He is really good at drawing. The yellowed paper inside is full of Claude's love and pain, recording his life .

Before I opened it, Claude held up the book with a huge heart shape, looked at my embarrassed look, and smiled at the snow, the frosted window was half closed, under the dark sky, a couple who understood The lover of the other party's heart.

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The author has something to say:

Medieval girls were also very nervous when they met their parents.

Lord Bishop: This girl should have been smart since she was a child...

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Cuckoo sleeps when sleepy.