【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

As soon as Cropin jumped into the water, a circle of reflective black oil appeared in the surrounding river for some reason. The poet Gringoire who was taking off his clothes and preparing to dive was shocked when he noticed the circle of black oil: "Brother, you How long has it been since you showered?"

"The year I became the Duke of Egypt at the age of 20...maybe I washed it once, but I don't remember it! It may also be the year of my coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 16... Anyway, I wash quite frequently." The beggar king pushed the man away. A circle of darkness, holding a big breath, pinching his nose, sank into the water and disappeared, a few bubbles appeared on the calm water surface.

"Brother really likes to be clean, much cleaner than the Vikings." Gringoire boasted that the beggar king "loves cleanliness", and was disgusted by Little John. John scratched his face, thinking that Gringoire's words were somewhat reasonable Sex, but no matter how you think about it, it doesn't make sense.

Gringoire found that John didn't believe it, and felt that he had to show his rich life experience like this little brother, and said that he was always very good at it: "Mr. John, don't look at me like that! My parents died early, and I When I was a few years old, I worked as a helper in the French merchant fleet for several years. Those years were hard and dangerous, but I made a lot of money. The sailors shuttled through the Suez Canal, from the Mediterranean to the Red Sea, and the farthest time was the British Isles …I have been kidnapped by Viking pirates a few times, and I know their lives. Mr. John, brother, take a bath at least once a year or two, and the pirates I know take a bath once in their lives—that is, the ship sank into the sea. The smell on them is more salty than sea water. When they sleep at night, the smell spreading in the closed room is like putting a cabin of spoiled seafood... But they are still good people. The life of pirates is cruel, and they are very loyal. , Let them go when they get the goods, those Vikings can be regarded as natural navigators, I was even taken to the Caspian Sea area by them once."

"Cool! You still have this exciting experience! It's unbelievable to see you so cowardly! I also want to be a pirate, like in an adventure drama, 'beautiful girl, I'm the handsome girl of your dreams Sailor Rose, I'm leaving tonight, don't miss me, let's meet again in our dreams. 'Viking!'" John's second-year-old boy had a second year of illness, and this kid is fine except for sucking up his brother's money He is lively and active, with the drive of a young man. Although his life is sluggish, his thoughts are still very excitable and simple.

"Where did Croban go? I don't know if the water is cold or not. I've seen young teachers taking a bath shivering in the cold basin, but those with high positions have luxurious bathrooms, and my brother has a private bathroom." , I always sneak in to take a shower." John wondered if Croban might be drowning, but there was no struggle, holding his breath for such a long time.

"Forgive me to be honest, Mr. John, what you have done to my teacher these years is no different from a robber." John thought Gringoire was annoying, so he took off his clothes and threw them in the pile of clothes: "Oh, Be careful, I only have that little ink left, and don't break the bottle."

"That's my brother's care for me. You are my brother's brother-in-law now, shouldn't you take care of me too? God, I thought Croban had faded." John scratched his golden curly hair, light Wearing only a pair of underpants with his arms covered, he swung his arms and did warm-up exercises.

"Jesus' head! Forgive me, Rose Sailor! I'm so poor, and you don't know it!" Gringoire heard that people can fade for the first time, and John teased him to " Take care', which made him sweat again.He was a little surprised lying on the steps of the river bank of the square, and carefully studied the black circle on the water surface. Is that dirt... He silently agreed with John's reasoning-Croban had faded.

"What's the matter, he's really quite black. I'm not sure what color he was. Cloban won't be drowning. I'll go and see." John with his butt down, was like fried fish with the beggars As if, it crashed into the Seine with a few bangs, and grabbed Gringoire's ankle by the way, pulling Gringoire, who was hesitating and trembling, to test the water with his feet, into the water.

"Oh, I'm going! I'm going to be drowned!" Gringoire screamed as he slapped the water surface with his eyes closed. Very comfortable, provoked a burst of laughter from John and the beggars.

"Brother-in-law, what the hell are you calling, I can't drown you! Open your eyes and see." Cloban suddenly surfaced, laughed and patted Gringoire on the shoulder, confidently swung his hair into an arc, and twitched accurately. Gringoire closed his mouth.

"Are you ready, everyone!" Gringoire was calmed down by his brother's hair, and before he could say a word, John and Cloban held him by the shoulders and led him down, grabbing him to Before diving.It's weird for buddies to hold hands, so they pressed each other's shoulders, and the beggars all dived into the water.

Gypsies wander around and can survive tenaciously no matter what the environment is, and they are naturally good at swimming.

The Seine River in winter is still around zero, and the water is the cleanest when it snows.People dived into the river, and the clear water washed over their cheeks one by one. There were red and green aquatic plants at the bottom of the river, and there were a few small fish swimming. It was quite different from the chilling white snow on the river bank, and the spring in the river came quite early.

Mr. Gringoire, the poet, thinks he can write some good poems again. Although the brothers are poor, they can swim very well. They are like big golden fish flipping in the water, and their usually messy hair is flowing. Like the water god in the river, rowing gracefully beside him, the ugly and clumsy beggar women are also washed by the water, as dexterous as nymph fairies, Gringoire had to sigh: "Water can really purify everything."

After a while, everyone came to the surface of the water to take a big breath, and by the way, carefully washed the felted hair and rubbed the oil on their faces.

John's dog-planing skills are very good. He pressed Gringoire's shoulder with his right hand, and slapped the water surface with his left hand frantically. Wherever he went, huge and exaggerated water splashes were raised, and people were slapped in the face.

"Brother, you are brown. I always thought you were black!" When swimming to the Beggar King, Gringoire was floating on the water with his underpants in his hands. Let John drag him around.

My brother washed his face, and without a wooden comb, he carefully combed his hair with his fingers: "I also forgot what I look like, I haven't looked in the mirror much, but I know that I am a handsome king, and I will be handsome." The mirror exploded, and when others praised me so much, my younger sisters always said that I was handsome, but unfortunately my brain is not good."

"Maybe you can join a brain camp in a country club or something. There are no restrictions. Anyone can join. There are a few nerdy students in our university." John smiled and offered a thought-provoking suggestion.

"I'll try next time." The elder brother actually thought about it seriously.

My brother has always been envious of people who can study: "Reading is something worthy of respect. People are not bookworms, but academic masters."

"You haven't read a book, but your morals are comparable to my serious brother." John dragged Gringoire around Croban for a swim.

The elder brother smiled and spread his hands, and rolled up the sand at the bottom of the river with his feet: "This is the wisdom of the common people, and my subordinates are also quite shrewd. Unfortunately, we hardly have any serious things to do in our lives, so we can only sneak around. alive."

"But you are a good brother. You let your younger sisters study, and they are sensible." Gringoire really admired the Beggar King.

"My younger sisters are very good. They never hated me, and they never felt ashamed of my brother who was a beggar. I am very relieved. It is a pity that my eldest sister Esmeralda is confused. For the sake of teaching That emotional liar, I'm going to do something big tonight." The elder brother frowned, wearing the gray handkerchief, pursing his lips in thought.

"Emotional liar? Are you going to teach Phoebus a lesson? He wants to buy me a drink tonight!" John became interested when he heard who he was going to teach.

"Mr. John, you are not a friend who wants to help you, tell him secretly!" My brother gave John an angry sideways glance.

"How could it be, but you want to teach him a lesson, can you wait until he finishes buying my drink? If he is beaten unconscious, who will buy me a drink! You want to block him, go to the Boar's Head Tavern today That's fine." John cheerfully sold Phoebus, because Phoebus never regarded him as a friend, just a friendship with him for drinking, and when John didn't have money to buy Phoebus, Phoebus would beat him.

"Okay, I can have this one. With a 'friend' like you, Phoebes is pretty miserable." This kind of friendship at the wine table that eats and drinks with each other, my brother thinks it is ridiculous in his heart.

The snow has not stopped, and the stove is burning.

Claude put away my diary and asked me to come to Notre Dame to practice his portraits every morning after class.He also arranged a lot of courses for me, requiring me to study the writing of Hebrew carefully, and strengthen my study of Latin. He regularly tested me, and he would use a golden hourglass to time the time. He is my husband, and now he is also a My good teacher.As he often said: "Learning is serious."

"Child, can you play chess?" The old bishop gently rubbed his temples.

"Yes, what's the matter?" I wiped Claude's flask and labyrinth bottle carefully, until they were shiny.

"Great, Claude, bring the chessboard!" The old man suddenly became energetic.

The old bishop asked Claude to go to his office to fetch chess, and he had to force me to play a game with him. The old man was very thieves, knowing that he could not beat Claude in chess, so he asked me to play with him-I lost Yes, he is happy.

I hold the white stones, the bishop holds the black stones, and Claude sits by the side, watching the chess like a good baby, reading a book from time to time.

"Alas..." I sighed heavily while playing chess.

Claude turned a page of the book, glanced at the chessboard with gray blue eyes, and took a sip of tea: "Xiao Sha, why are you sighing, is there anything you are unhappy about?"

"I'm thinking about Quasimodo. Why hasn't he come yet? Did he run away? If he ran away, he wouldn't have to suffer." I stuck my chin, dropped a knight and ate the bishop's military adviser.

"So many tolerances are pressing him, it's hard for him to escape." Claude closed the book silently and put down his teacup: "Maybe he hates me very much now. I did something bad and thought badly, but the punishment was postponed." If I gave it to her, I'm not a qualified good father."

"Claude, why did you adopt him at that time?" I glanced at Claude's sad face, and the old bishop looked angrily at the chess piece that I had eaten.

"I take him as the money to buy the way to heaven." Claude said lightly, touched my face, leaned back in the chair slumped, with a serious expression.

"Damn child! Why are you so stubborn, why bother? My student, how difficult it is to raise a child!" The old bishop was anxious and angry, and his hand holding the king's chess piece trembled: "Little girl, that's not it! That's what he said! You have to believe in the kindness of your priest husband! I have witnessed with my own eyes how Claude raised the little monster Quasimodo with painstaking efforts - Claude baptized him and gave him a name, Give him a home. The deformed child has nothing to eat, no nurse to come near him, and he always spits up, and finally no one feeds him, and the poor clown is crying with hunger. Claude boils rice cereal and potatoes every day He was rotten, warmed up, held him in his arms, fed him little by little with a small wooden spoon, changed his diapers, washed his clothes... You know, Claude was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy at that time But he had to support his younger brother and take care of his adopted son, and he also had to take care of the daily heavy work and studies. Later, when Quasimodo grew up a little, the monks wanted to drive him out, and it turned out that my soft-hearted The student tried his best to find a job as a bell ringer for Quasimodo, otherwise how would the monster live."

Claude hurriedly answered: "My lord, stop talking...don't tell Xiaosha these things. She is still a girl and doesn't understand these things about raising children. You don't know. After all, what happened today is all about me. His sins.” The bishop always nags about his hard work and fights for him, which makes Claude feel a little embarrassed-he thinks that he has adopted a child and he will raise him well, there is no need to sing praises, and he is indeed at the time To do a meritorious deed.

"Why don't I say it, I want to say it! They all say you are a bad wizard, and I get angry when I hear it! Others don't know, but I don't know who you are?! How come my best student has become what they say? You're a 'bad wizard'! I have to let your wife understand you! Others misunderstand you, and she will misunderstand you!" The old bishop was very emotional and righteous.I nodded like a pounding garlic, I could no longer agree with the old bishop's words, and stuck out my tongue at Claude.

The old bishop took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then continued: "Quasimodo was deafened by the bell, and the child was born with some disabilities and could not speak. Claude taught him to speak, and learned to speak." Sign language, teach him to read... Son, this is too difficult! Teaching a deaf person to speak is too difficult! One year will not teach another year, we all think that Quasimodo will never speak, persuade Claude to give up However, one day the little devil suddenly spoke! Claude laughed, and my serious student laughed out for the first time that day, isn't he worthy to be called a good man? Isn't he worthy to be called a qualified father !"

I can't say enough about how good Claude is.

Claude stared nervously at my side face, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he clasped his hands, as if he cared about what I would say.

I stared at the chess game casually, pursed my lips, and praised him sincerely: "I know, he is a good priest, good teacher, good courtier, good brother, good father and a good husband..." By the way, I ate the old bishop's "Queen".

"Still a good student." The old bishop dodged with the "king" at a loss, not knowing where to move, trying to bring the situation back to life.

"I'm really honored by your lord and my beloved wife to praise me so much. Teacher, you have already lost and will die." Claude smiled at me with the corners of his lips curled up, stood up with his hands behind his back, and swept lightly. Looking at the chessboard, the old bishop has already lost, and the "king" has nowhere to hide.

"No... I can still try. For so many years, I have been turning a blind eye to the dark side of the French Holy See, letting the filth spread wantonly... My student, I know you didn't understand at that time , Why am I so stupid. I said today, my heart is actually like a mirror! Why can’t I see it! But that year, you vehemently denounced the darkness of the Holy See in front of the Pope of Borgia and proposed that the Church During the reform, I broke out in a cold sweat! The Pope of Borgia and that boy Caesar wanted to kill you, and several cardinals of the Medici were also quite dissatisfied with you... If it weren’t for me and Medici The family has close ties, and I hurriedly took you back to France, and you died in the hands of the Borgia family! Claude, you are a brat, can you fight against Borgia and Medici! How can the darkness be illuminated by your own strength!" The old bishop was helpless against this solemn chess game, which was an extremely dangerous situation.

"Teacher, I... I don't know there is such a thing, you have never mentioned it to me before." Claude stood in front of the window with his back to us, the white snow shadow in his eyes as lonely as the deep sea Eyes fluttered down one after another, not knowing where they fell.

"If you want to do something great, you have to learn to save your own life first. You seem deep, but I think you are the most naive! You are depressed and numb because you are disappointed in this world! But I support you! My child, no matter what others say, your master is very optimistic about you. The only way to go is the religious reform! Promote it! I believe that there is hope in life, and that religion will return to the educational function of making people good one day. The church is not a place to hide filth!" The old bishop's "king" jumped repeatedly on the chessboard.

"But... Now that Claude is marrying me, wouldn't it be a lie and add to the troubles." I looked at Claude's back worriedly, and put the old bishop a yard away, letting his "king" jump again Jump up, lest he get angry again.

The bishop frowned, and the wrinkles on his face were tangled together. He didn't want to admit that his chess skills couldn't even beat a gypsy girl: "I support the freedom of marriage. As long as it is true love, it should not be affected by others' criticism. Moreover, If Claude is a real man, he has to withstand the pressure. He can't even protect the woman he loves. How can it be a big deal! So I prepared marriage certificates for you early on. I also married Lindsay under pressure. , We have lived together for more than 50 years, we have shared weal and woe, I am still alive and well! But she left me and left..."

I was going to surround the bishop's "king" with "chariots" and "knights". With a smirk, I sincerely said: "Old bishop, I respect you from the bottom of my heart."

"I like to hear this sentence." The old bishop still didn't want to admit defeat.

"Thank you, teacher." Claude turned around, and this thank you could be regarded as his promise to the teacher and to his original intention.

Vanessa also climbed to the window to look at the snow scene at some point, and Claude nodded to Vanessa's snake head. This little snake could be regarded as his little matchmaker, and he was quite grateful for this grumpy snake.

"Don't thank me, son. Take my class, I will push all the difficulties and dangers to you, I hope you can live to my age safely and not be killed." The old bishop watched me take away his king, His face collapsed in an instant, and he shouted angrily.

"This blessing is really useful, Amen." Claude looked helplessly at the little girl shaking his head and the distraught old man, and crossed himself on his chest.

"Child, you've eaten all my chess pieces!" The old man was so angry and small-minded, he would put the chess pieces on the chessboard when he lost.

"My lord, I beat you while chatting and playing chess, general!" I got up and hugged Claude, sitting on the windowsill, smoothing Vanessa's scales.

The bishop closed the chessboard with a "snap" and squinted at me: "It's because you young people are too nasty and distracted me! Don't play! I didn't lose!"

"You still have regrets, old man." I lifted my little feet, supported Claude's hand, and jumped off the window sill.

"Can you write poetry? Shamilo." The old bishop thought about it.

"My lord, my name is Salome, not Salmilo." I sat at the desk and took a sip of Claude's tea.

"Okay, I see, Melissa." It's getting more and more outrageous.

"What's my name..." The bishop gave me three names, each of which was so brainwashed that I almost forgot what my name was: "Forget it, I'll give you something strange."

As I said that, I picked up Claude's quill, thinking about my past and present lives, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad. I wrote a seven-character verse, brushed and brushed, and after a while, the neat regular script appeared on the paper. Text.

I saw it written on the paper:

"The sky is so high that the clouds cover the moon,

The ground is thick, but the grass has not yet grown.

Laughing and joking with each other,

Zi Shao mourns and weeps for nothing.

Two snakes entwined under a grinding stone,

The chicks are crying and the nest is empty.

Scattered red lotus, two scattered,

Bitter seeds, lotus pods, and ten thousand seeds are bitter.

Like a dream but not a dream but hard to wake up,

The pain of impermanence is in the dream. "

"Ma'am, what character did you write? It's square and square, and it's a bit difficult to learn." Claude picked up the poem on the table and looked at it.

"This is Chinese, Chinese characters. As the saying goes: '□□Shangguo, the center of the earth.' This is the language used in the distant Eastern Ming Dynasty." I felt sad for a while. He secretly put his face on Claude's waist, wiped his tears with his robe belt, and complained: "This paper is not good paper, it cannot be smudged, the change in shade is not obvious, and the writing is not beautiful. Da Ming (the Ming Dynasty at the same time) The Xuan paper made by Emperor Xianzong of the Ming Dynasty is the best paper. It is soft and light, the pulp is white and thick, and has an excellent hand feel. Not only does writing look good on Xuan paper, but it is also excellent for freehand painting. This brush and ink are not suitable, and there is no paper and inkstone, but I Thinking of trying to write poetry, it's quite kind to think of those, not to mention you still have a sapphire paperweight to use.

"Xiaosha is so knowledgeable. You are a noble person. I would like to worship you before the Virgin Mary." When Claude was in Italy, he had the honor to meet the envoy of Ming Dynasty.It was a group of men who paid great attention to etiquette. They were dignified, neat and dignified. Claude liked them very much, although they did not understand the language.These words written by Xiaosha reminded him of the precious engraved "Zheng He Navigation Chart" given to Pope Borgia by the envoy of Ming Dynasty. The Borgia family kept it in the office of the Holy See as a private property.

I sat on the table and read a poem with Claude: "I am no noble person, how dare I compare myself with the Holy Mother. I am just a poor man. I took away my little good luck. When I met you, I felt that I Good life. But when I think of my loved ones, I always feel bitter in my heart, but I think you suffer more than me. I am so nondescript, what do I look like... and I am afraid that it will be because I don’t cherish enough and waste it in vain For your kindness, I will always find a way to make you no longer sad."

"What are you writing?" The old bishop took the piece of paper away.

"I wrote it scribbled. It's a poem of no level. If I don't understand it, it doesn't delay me. I just miss my parents and...why am I still alive." I swayed my legs and scratched my messy golden brown hair.

"That's right... I say, you can come to Notre Dame, boy. But only during the day, and your purpose is to learn from each other. Let my excellent successor, Mr. Claude, teach you to write Hebrew and help you practice Painting, as Claude’s wife, I believe you will do your best to help him, reading more books is not a bad thing; child, you engrave printing plates and teach Claude Chinese, I hope he can communicate with the envoys of Ming Dynasty on behalf of the church , the princess got married soon, and the envoys sent by Emperor Xianzong of the Ming Dynasty were about to arrive in France. I received a letter from a missionary. Claude, let your student Gringoire also come to tutor, he can recite very fluently, It’s not good in terms of creativity, and reading is not a good thing! Take care of your brother John, don’t always gossip in front of me, although it’s quite interesting.” The old bishop took out his glasses from his cuffs, put them on his eyes, and looked It was very strenuous, trying desperately to identify the characters I didn't know, and I was about to leave with the poem.

"Also, Salome, you are not allowed to have lunch at Notre Dame, leave before lunch." The old bishop who was stuck at the door finally pronounced my name correctly this time.

"Why..." I was puzzled.

"You eat too much!" The old bishop had an expression of "you don't know yourself".

"Farewell, my lord." Claude sent the bishop off with a smile.

"Goodbye, old man." I lay face down on the table.

"Child, what about respect?" The old bishop muttered and left.

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"Xiao Sha, sometimes I feel that you are like a beautiful lover who doesn't really exist. You seem to have many secrets in your heart, you can't lie, your heart is shallow, and your eye sockets are also shallow... Sometimes I really don't know where you come from. ?” Claude waited with me to wait for Quasimodo to go downstairs, looking at the gorgeous men and women below.

"I... am I good for you? I'm childish and mischievous, and I ate your sage! I'm even someone who shouldn't be in your life..." I crouched in front of Chloe Opposite De, shake left and right.

"Of course, you are childish and mischievous, which is exactly what I like. As for the flowers, you can eat as many as you want, but don't eat poisonous flowers. Sage is a good medicine, you can eat whatever you want. I like this I love you, how can you bear not to appear in my life, my lover can't play hide and seek with me." Claude simply sat back in the chair, resting his legs on the table with his leather heels resting on a heavy book In the Latin "Dictionary of Ancient Spells of Alchemy", the title of the book is outrageous.

"I like to wander, but with you, I don't want to go anywhere. I'm worthless. I just want to hang around with you. I just want to make you happy. If you're not happy, I'm not happy." I'm bored draped his legs over his.

"It turns out that there is such a deep-seated reason. My little Sha has grown up to be very capable and promising." He raised his eyebrows, picked up a dropper casually, and shook it at me.

"Of course, but my nature is also like this. After a day, how can I live without any fun and happiness." I pulled the book from under his feet.

"Then let me tell you a joke, I'm a good man." Claude put down his legs, moved the stool forward, stood up and propped the table close to my face.

"Claude, you're not a good guy, but you're not a bad guy—to me, you're an amazing man." I cupped his face and looked into his gray-blue eyes.

In other words, if I put my mouth in a beaker and inhale, will it really plump my lips?My weird little head went astray again, picked up the beaker, put my mouth in it in front of Claude, and said in a strange voice: "Claude, can you give me back the veil, I Hate to say it, but I can hardly survive March without it, it's unbearably cold."

"Oh my God, I didn't expect you to be so cold. I'm sorry Xiaosha, but you don't need a veil to keep you warm anymore. The snow is so heavy, it's too thin." Claude "boomed" the beaker from my mouth Pulling it out, my mouth sucked out a large circle of red cup marks, as if I just pulled out a cupping pot on my mouth, he couldn't hold back, and smiled slightly: "I gave you the cloak on your body." .”

"This is yours. If you give it to me, you won't have a change of clothes! I can't selfishly take off your clothes." I patted the cloak on my body.

"I made this cloak specially for you. You must not have noticed it. This cloak is too small for me. It fits just right on you. I was afraid that you would not accept it, so I took the opportunity to wear it on you." Crowe De sat on the desk with me, helped me untie the neckband, and turned over the messy hat: "I sewed it with shearling and woolen material, it can be worn on both sides, and the outside is black woolen fabric, I like it very much." , I think you can try wearing black."

"Turn it over, this side is vermilion wool felt, I used cinnabar powder and madder root dye, does it look good? It matches your white skirt." Claude turned the cloak over, picked it up and shook , turning into a beautiful vermilion.

"This material is very expensive, you have no money, your cloak is torn in one piece, you have made such a big patch, and you have to make a new one for me..." There was a big hole in the swing of the cloak hanging on the hanger , sewed a blue-gray cloth, I know, he has never worn clothes with patches, married me, but the quality of life has declined, last night to help me settle the hotel proprietress, he spent all the money he just received monthly tax.

"This one was broken by the training horse a month ago. It's nothing bad." Claude waved his hand indifferently: "But you are cold, I can't stand it, you sweat every time you dance, shivering in the cold wind , sooner or later you will get sick from the cold.”

Seeing me with a sad expression, he explained to me: "I used to deposit the materials in the tailor shop without paying... I often have no money in my hand, and it has nothing to do with you. I didn't have any money in those days. The original money bag Taken by John, my good brother always won't leave me a penny, he has always been like this all these years. But I am between the church and the court, there is nothing to spend, Notre Dame's Food and clothing are okay. I am used to living a poor life, so I can live well without money. But it takes money to entrust someone to do handwork, about four eagle coins. You know me too. I am thin-skinned and think twice I was too embarrassed to ask for credit, so I used the needle and thread in the church to cut and sew it myself. I wanted to give it to you half a month ago, but I don’t have a spindle, and the wool is all felt by hand. The process is very slow, and the result is knotted. I will give it to you when I get married. My gold silk cloak is of good quality, master asked my wife to make it for me, and it won't leak even after patching."

"Then...give me your cloak, and I'll mend it for you when I go back. How about embroidering an osprey (Jijiu)? I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning." Phoebes races horses, wearing such patched clothes will embarrass him, and colleagues who don’t get along well with him will also laugh at him for being poor in a high position. This remedy remedy.

"Ma'am, my practice is poor, I don't have any good silk threads, and there are some fine wool threads in the laundry room on the second floor, please forgive me." He saluted me in a dignified way, he didn't like jokes, he wanted to make me laugh awkwardly.

"My lord, I will definitely crochet you nicely, with thin stitches." I returned the greeting with a warm smile.

"Madam made it, it must look good."

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