【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

Claude saw that the lips of the girl in his arms were bloodless, and he was so anxious that he could only keep wiping my sweat away. He looked down and saw the little brocade bag hanging on the girl's long neck, embroidered with gold thread, looking like a pattern It's very fine, and the glass beads on it seem a bit superfluous: "This is Xiaosha's amulet. I didn't look carefully last night. It's shaped a bit like a shoe upper worn by a child."

However, the archdeacon thinks that gypsies have some strange beliefs, which is normal, so he didn't delve too deeply into the magic power of this amulet kit. Salome told him that all this is for "finding his mother", man Untouchable, so this ordinary little object interrupted his excess male blood on the wedding night.

However, he is deeply infatuated by nature, so he also voluntarily maintains the utmost respect for his wife. As long as she is unwilling, he will never touch her. This is a test of willpower.

He was accustomed to being indifferent and ruthless for 20 years, and suddenly such a wife appeared in his life, without even thinking about it, he found out the tenderness that had been buried in his heart for a long time, and poured all his love into this little girl In the body, Xiaosha was so excited when she married him and said she was willing. He believed that she had been looking for him all the time, and he had been waiting for her to appear. He thought, it would be okay to wait for her a little longer, not to mention their relationship Such intimacy, he is already very happy, what else does a priest who swears to be celibate need, but people always want more, Xiaosha is so good, he wants everything about her, more, not enough... He tried his best to control himself impulse.

"Claude, this is what it feels like to have nothing to love... I lost a lot of things, such as my silver dagger, and I also stained your ring, which is covered with my blood..." I fell straight Tears, wipe the ring hard, even though I can't lift my hand, I still have to wipe the ring clean.

Unlike Lily and Christina, two rich young ladies who don’t feel sorry for dropping their jewels down the river, I don’t have many things around me, and I feel heartbroken when I lose my dagger. That’s my brother. It was given to me, a pair with my sister. It is very memorable. It just fell into the crevice of the rocks at the bottom of the river. The most important thing, I also stained it with my blood. According to gypsy divination, the blood pollutes the magnetic field of this black gemstone, and it is not clean.

I thought in my heart: "I lost the important dagger, just to save a person who would bite me back at any time, that guy Christina, I don't know how to retaliate against me, but considering John's feelings, She won't treat me for the time being.

Also, if I had known that my movements would not be so exaggerated, why would I stretch my wounds when I hit someone, "Kill one thousand enemies, and self-damage eight hundred" is the way people like me tear up. The truth is a little sloppy. "

I am sweating from the pain in the cold weather, but I am a person who refuses to admit defeat. I just don't want to admit the fact that I am exhausted, even though I have already made a fool of myself in front of Claude and everyone.

He hugged me and walked through the promenade where the ground and walls were all paved with gold sandstone. In a separate hall not far from the side of Notre Dame, there was a Turkish bath for the clergy!

This is a Turkish bath. There is a large hot spring pool in the middle. The marble bricks and golden sandstone are neatly built. The murals and sculptures are slightly rougher than the ancient Roman baths. The murals in the baths are not too delicate. I want to find The most beautiful murals in medieval France can be found in churches and emperor's palaces, but ordinary people can just look at them as solemn and sacred. I can't see the paintings in the palaces at present, and I can't enter them either.

"These murals were all painted in the 34th century. The construction of Notre Dame has come to an end for hundreds of years. These murals have also been repaired by several generations of painters." Claude was very interested in seeing the paintings on my wall. A slow introduction.

"Why does this picture show someone, a painter, peeping through a hole in the wall in the women's bathroom?" I pointed to a decorative painting on one of the bricks, and I could always find a bright spot.

Claude leaned into my ear and said softly: "Actually, when I was studying oil painting in Rome, most of my classmates learned the structure of the female human body through the holes in the wall in the baths, and we priests learned this We only learn by copying the teacher's paintings, we will not do like the painter in this painting, don't worry, at least I won't."

"I believe you won't, as long as you are here, I have nothing to worry about." I rubbed my shiny long hair.

Although it is a hot spring here, it is nothing more than pumping river water.

But these senior priests had a lot of hot water. In the Middle Ages, hot water for bathing was very precious, because this pool of water required five huge boilers to burn coal at the same time, and the full-time coal-burning servants were divided into three shifts.

As Little John saw, these high-ranking nobles have 24-hour hot water supply, while many low-ranking priests are shivering in the cold water basin in the backyard of Notre Dame.

There are a lot of clergymen coming and going, because they can be washed by their family members, so my appearance does not make them feel strange, and there are often ministers who bring their mistresses in, for example, there is Several couples, they brought their mistresses, and they even had grapes to eat and red wine to drink!

Claude took me by the back of the neck and pulled me, who was staring at others "eating grapes without spitting out grape skins", to a bathroom with a marble door. A male waiter brought a large plate with a small and exquisite white porcelain The tea set, the teapot is full of black tea and a bunch of green grapes!

"I'm here to pour tea for my favorite lady, to save your voice that is about to be scrapped due to quarrels." Claude stuffed a huge grape into my mouth, and poured two more cups of tea: "Eat grapes .”

Claude waved off the bath attendant, dragged the pine tub, and prepared to fetch the water for me himself.

"Yes, my lord." When the waiter left, he saw me and Claude smiling brightly, and closed the door, not knowing what kind of magical idea fell into him.

I am very curious about how the medieval "shower head" was used. Fei pestered Claude to try to catch the water by himself. The raised ring relief on it must be a valve. No matter how the water outlet like a faucet is turned, the valve on it will not matter. It didn't move, I tried my best to suck, but it still didn't move at all, not a drop of water came out.

A small faucet just wants to make things difficult for my IQ, which is impossible.I stuck my face under the spout to look under the spout, accidentally twisted the spout, and a large gust of warm water poured on my face.

"Oops, I'm going!" I was caught off guard, and I was accidentally washed down by the water. I had a psychological shadow of the medieval Turkish bath, and I didn't dare to be here alone.

"Don't hold me and don't let go, Xiaosha, you have to wash yourself. After washing, I will bandage the wound for you." I hugged Claude's thigh and sat on the ground: "I can't, I'm injured, my hands can't move Yes, it hurts even when you get wet, um~ my lord, you have to help me."

"Okay, I can't help you, how can I help..." Claude rubbed my face and lifted me up helplessly.

"First of all, undress me." I called him up with a blushing face.

Claude first fell on his body to touch the gloves, but couldn't find them. He was in a hurry to save someone, so he didn't wear gloves!

He had no choice but to close his eyes tightly, his hands were trembling, and breathing heavily, he touched my neck for a while, and poked my face for a while, and I put his hands on my waist in disbelief. , the belt is here!

He stretched out his hands higher than my head as if he had been scalded, and I pressed his hands back to my waist, and he directly raised his hands in surrender.

He prepared for a long time, turned his head and closed his eyes, and untied my skirt. The water was about to cool down. I took the bath towel beside me, hey~ It’s really good, this bath towel can cover my whole body, it’s fun .

"Pfft, Claude! Open your eyes and see!" I fiddled with the big soft bath towel.

"No... I can't..." Claude closed his eyes, and silently turned his back: "Xiaosha, you don't have any clothes on, men and women are different."

"I'm wearing it, I'm wrapped in a bath towel." I imitated the man outside and wrapped the bath towel around my lower body, and the floor-length dress roared!

However, at the moment when Claude turned his head, I remembered that something was wrong. At that second, I lifted the towel with great speed, trying to deceive God.

"God! Ma'am! You actually deceived me! Xiaosha, you... well... do you know the difference between us?" Well, he still saw it, and he looked like he was going to die of heat. Putting his hands behind his body, he secretly grabbed the damp teaching robe to breathe, why are his ears so red.

"You are a man with a dangerous hairline, and I am a beauty..." I was also a little embarrassed, but I seemed to be used to being ashamed: "I did wear it, but I didn't wear it right just now." Okay, I wore it, but not fully.

"Then do you know the difference between men and women?" Claude secretly glanced at me uncomfortably, and when he saw that I was dressed, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked me cautiously.

"I know... er... don't tell me, I can think of it!" I tried my best to brainstorm, and Claude hesitated to speak many times. He didn't expect that I was still vague about the relationship between men and women, but every time he shyly said Just when I was about to speak, I stopped me: "I know! Women can touch my amulets, but men can't touch my amulets!"

"Ma'am, are you using your amulet to distinguish between men and women?" Claude avoided my gaze, lifted the stool and moved it to the tub, stretched out his bony fingers to carefully test the water temperature, although his clothes It was soaked through, but he still tightly held on to his sleeves, he was afraid that his sleeves would get cold in the water.

"Well, you are my husband, so my amulet is only for you, a man, and I won't show it to others." I leaned over to him, not understanding why he ignored me, and stuffed an amulet into his mouth. green grapes.

"Then Xiaosha knows, if you continue to tease me to the point where I can't control it, what will happen to you?" His face was red and gloomy, like a depressed drunk.

"Don't tell me, wait a minute, wait a moment, wait a moment!" I wasted my mind again: "You will be immune to my teasing! I will be bored!"

I showed an expression of "I'm smart, don't praise me".

Claude simply turned his back on me, and he was depressed!

I jumped into the tub, pulled out the towel and hung it on the ring of the faucet. It wasn't a valve, it was a towel hanger.

I looked down at my breasts and discovered new lands.

"Claude..." He was still depressed, it was difficult to suppress his lust, he didn't dare to look back, I kept shaking his shoulders: "Vice Bishop Da Yin...turn around quickly."

"Little friend, I really owe you! Don't try to deceive me again, I won't be fooled again." He was crying slightly, holding his forehead, looking very painful, did I make him angry?I didn't mean to wear the wrong one...

In fact, Claude was not angry, he was just tortured by the virgin's blood and lost his temper.

"Mr. Claude, are you angry with me?" I lay on the side of the tub, wiped my tears with my long curly hair, and cried inarticulately: "I just want to tell you that I found the marriage certificate The pattern was printed all over my chest, and the paper was soaked in water! Will you be more angry with me... what should I do..."

This marriage certificate of mine is firmly attached to my left chest, and I feel dizzy. Although it is a piece of paper, it is my most precious thing. I only want to hide it in my bosom without being discovered by others. But why did I forget it when I dived to save someone!I carefully peeled off my marriage certificate, trying to save it, but the paper was so thin that it shattered as soon as I opened it, and now it is all printed on my chest.

"Oops! Did your lord bishop use bone more juice to write again?" Claude suddenly turned his head and opened his purse: "Don't cry, Xiaosha, I don't blame you, I forgot to take it out, help me see Is my marriage certificate the same, okay... Don't be sad."

He carefully opened the purse in front of me, and smoothed the tassels of the purse, for fear that the marriage certificate would be broken in the purse. Fortunately, no, his marriage certificate was well preserved, the silk and satin were densely embroidered, and the mouth was tightly shaved. , did not enter too much water, and the paper did not break or fade. Claude repeatedly compared and found: the paper of his marriage certificate is obviously thicker than mine, and it is waterproof oil-faced paper, which is specially used for the Holy See certificate. Paper, and mine is a thin and brittle toilet paper, which will soften and shatter when exposed to water, and even a little sweat will cause holes.

The old bishop even wrote in dyed ink on purpose. The old bishop was obviously trying to embarrass me on purpose!And he said he wouldn't give me a reissue!What he gave me was not a marriage certificate, but a "tattoo sticker"!

"What is a murex, Claude, uh... I don't seem to be able to rub off this rose!" I was in a hurry, I felt sorry for Claude, even though he kept gently saying that it was not my fault.

"Mexis is a rare purple-red dye, and there are many in the shallow seas of the Mediterranean Sea." Claude said softly, afraid of scaring me, but my big tears had already fallen into the tub: "Little Sha... I have one more piece of sad news to tell you - Murex juice never fades."

"Never fade?! Claude, what can I do, it's printed on my chest." Impartially printed on my left chest, this time our love really stays in my heart forever , WTF? !How does this snail juice color so firmly!

"Holy Virgin Mary! How could this happen? How should I protect you? He still separated us. My lord, he actually did this. Why can't he allow me to marry a gypsy girl..." Clo De was a little distressed. He pulled his hair and hugged my crying face.

My wife, Xiaosha, does not have a marriage certificate, so she is still vulnerable to discrimination and persecution, because she has no certificate, cannot be protected by the status of vicar bishop, cannot be recognized by the Holy See, and everyone will regard her as a mistress Look at it, I can't give the marriage certificate to Xiaosha. If the marriage certificate is only available to the woman, it proves that she is a woman who was abandoned by her husband, and the woman in the fifteenth century was returned by her husband. It means that she has betrayed marriage and religion. will be severely punished.

"Could it be that when I dived to save Christina, I was fainted by the water and transferred to me, but isn't this thing colorfast?" I wiped my chest and cried.

"The murex is used for dyeing cloth. It is easy to print on other places when it is wet with water, and it will be more firm. It is equivalent to transfer printing. Some mountain people use murex dye to paint their faces and bodies. The totem will never fade." Claude grabbed my little hand, and I rubbed my chest until it was red, and he was afraid that I would scratch my chest if I continued to rub it.

"Hey~ Does this mean that this vine with the words 'Claude Don Frollo tied the knot with Mrs. Salome Gorgon Frollo' will be permanently printed on my chest? Cross stamen rose totem, my God! God! Let me see... There is a line of small words below it, "Approved by Archbishop Josa", ohnon!!! Help me! Claude, think of a way! non... ...non...!" I was crying in the bucket, and jumped on Claude: "Claude, I provoked someone! Huh...my marriage certificate has been melted, why am I so unlucky, I just want to be around you reasonably, I just feel so sorry for you! I broke it!"

"Dear child, stop yelling, or people will think I'm doing something to you, this is my private bathroom...don't cry, there's me, isn't it better that our marriage certificate is printed on you?" Okay, this pattern is very beautiful, don't be angry, don't be angry! You are doing good deeds by saving people, your actions are just, you are right... my lovely girl is too simple-minded, how should I protect you , I didn’t check the paper for you, what should I do, can you forgive me first.” Claude actually felt sorry for me: he married me, but failed to protect me.

"Oh! Of course I'm not mad at you, never will be... I'm really honored to be married to you! However, I haven't thought about getting our marriage certificate printed on it like a mountain man tattoo. My boobs, this is exaggerated and embarrassing! I mean, I feel like it's now like a stamped iron badge that a stable boy puts on a horse's ass! No one else can see my boobs, but you ...Do you want to see it?" As I said that, I was about to stand up and let him see the marriage certificate on my chest.

"Puff...cough cough..." Claude felt funny and helpless, lifted my arm with some melancholy, and pressed me down with a kiss: "Xiaosha, go back quickly!...Son, how can I let you Stay in the tub obediently."

"I don't know how to get rid of it. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. I'm afraid that you, a weird little guy, will do something to hurt yourself. My dear, if you still love me, please don't let I'm always worried about your health."

Claude knows that there is a way, but it will cause horrible scars on the skin. The murex dye can never be washed off, and the skin can only be chemically burned with strong alkali. He must not let Xiaosha hurt himself, his laboratory has these reagents, if he tells Xiaosha about this child, what will she do if she pesters him? !So he just didn't mention what kind of substance it was - although Xiaosha was cowardly and extremely beauty-loving, Claude believed that she would not dare to do that.

"Oh...forget it. Claude, listening to your tone seems to have serious consequences. I can't do it. Just listening to you is creepy enough! And this pattern is quite beautiful, a purple rose, the size Moderate, it seems that I can only happily accept this tattoo gifted by nature!" I sat up slightly, the edge of the wooden barrel just blocked the girl's ketone｜body, and just rightly exposed the purple rose with the vow of love as the stamen on the girl's chest : "And my arm is still bleeding, I don't know if it will leave a scar, look at me, is my skin perfect? ​​Am I ugly now, will you dislike me?"

"You are always the most beautiful girl. God can prove this, and so can Satan. Anyone can fall in love with your outside or inside." Claude pursed his lips and looked at my little face fixedly, as if in love Read his favorite book: "But you can only be my girl."

"You speak so nicely. This time, it's not because you're afraid that I'll play a child's temper?" I flicked my wet "golden brown silk thread" and stretched lazily, resting my round chin with one hand, just in time to meet him face to face. , I squinted my golden blurred eyes and raised an eyebrow at Claude, spit out a cloud of thick white water mist, and waved it in front of his eyes: "Huh, it's so fun."

Claude didn't speak, dragged my hand, and just lowered his head to take the medicine.

"You have to promise me that you won't let me have a scar, please, Dr. Claude." I was bored and had nothing to say, and I always wanted to talk to him, and he became my doctor again.

Claude even smiled evilly, his nose was like an eagle's beak: "Just beg me like that, it's not sincere."

"Then how do I have to beg you, can you teach me." I tilted my head in confusion and pricked up my ears. How does he want me to beg him?

Claude froze when he applied the medicine in his hand, and looked up at me.

"His girl" casually hung her bleeding arm out of the bathtub, curled up her delicate lips, and looked at him seductively, she didn't care about the string of small blood beads oozing from the wound, dripping down her slender brown fingers In the warm spring that ran on the marble floor, the blood dripped into circles of rose petals, and the house seemed to come to life, with a heart beating just like his, hot and tender.

Even if he fantasized day and night when he was young, the eyes of the myth that he never thought of were staring at him.He never imagined this kind of scene, just her and him, she would charm him, drive him crazy, although she didn't fully know what she was doing, she was a young girl, she didn't know what "love｜ Desire", she may just feel that this kind of action is very comfortable, but she can always play the softest scale in the organ in her heart-maybe it is the water mist that makes her python-like eyes look more moving, like A soft little animal.

"I'm already married to you, am I not sincere enough?" I sniffed, not fully recovering from the sad mood just now: "We are a couple who have slept together before."

"Cough!" Claude washed the wound on my arm with wine, he was startled, he was choked by the pungent water vapor, and pulled him back to reality: "When will I..."

"Last night, didn't we already sleep in the same bed? We talked half the night! Why don't you remember, you just forgot about our wedding night, huh!" I'm a bit emo Lie on the edge of the tub, counting with his fingers.

"Lovely lady, is this what you mean by 'sleeping'?" Claude blushed slightly, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were dark.

"The gypsy mother told me that as long as the man doesn't touch the amulet, it's fine. We slept together last night, hugged, and I covered the amulet tightly in my pajamas, so you didn't 'touch me'." I am honest Nodding my head, the wine stings the wound and hurts, but I just bite my lip and the back of my hand, without making a sound.

"Touching your amulet is called 'touching you'? God!" Claude blew on my wound, the wine evaporated, he took out sulfur powder and anti-inflammatory medicated oil, and applied it gently on my arm, It was tightly bandaged.

"Isn't it? Otherwise, what would it be called touching me? Is it counted as John not wearing clothes on Miss Beuys? Then I was wearing clothes last night, so it doesn't count?" Claude kissed my forehead , to help me wash my hair, he seems to like to touch my hair, he started to wash my hair with a smile, very happy.

Claude was also a little curious: "This... Xiaosha, how do you know that your sister will suffer from a tryst with Captain Phoebus?"

"Because my brother told us that a woman falls madly in love with a man, but if the man doesn't love her, the woman will suffer a lot sooner or later, and Phoebe doesn't love her sister." I closed my eyes and raised my arms, like a classmate Students answering questions.

Claude washed my face. His wife is a little girl who has just grown up. He rubbed my hair and kneaded it into various shapes. My lord said he was going to 'eat' you, why did you run away, would you... avoid me?"

"As for you... I really don't want to be eaten by you, I still want to live! Claude, I don't taste good, my meat really doesn't taste good, otherwise you will lose this baby forever! No, it seems that no one will really lose me, because I am stupid, am I stupid... Claude, what have you been asking me, I really don't know, I should also sign up for a brain training camp Oh, my head hurts... Hey! I seem to be unable to keep up with your thinking, it's so scary! No!!!" I opened my eyes, turned my watery golden eyes, and opened my mouth slightly aggrieved, Like a crying puppy.

Why does Claude always feel that if he continues to ask, he will teach the child badly!Also, with her expression, what should I do if I really want to bully her...

"Claude, you have to wipe me dry." I also had a large piece of plaster on my forehead, and my hands were stretched out straight.

"Then, then I'll find a female worker to help you." Claude stuttered. He seemed very nervous and ashamed. His little wife was too "ignorant" about the difference between men and women. For this shy medieval ancient priest, it was a strong spiritual shock, and Claude felt his mouth dry.

"There are still female workers in the Turkish bath?" I should have thought that there must be female workers if there are those mistresses.

"Of course! Miss Chai Na from the nun's area, please come here, please..." Claude greeted casually, rushed out of the bathroom as if fleeing, leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, his heart was about to rush out, He was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself—what should I do if Biaohuhu's wife is too cute, what should I do if I want to rua her too much, what should I do if I want to bully her too much...not yet...wait online, it's very urgent.

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