【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

Claude came out of the tailor shop and rushed back excitedly. He quickly jumped out of the carriage, took off his snow-white hat, took off his cloak and held it in his arms, because his cloak was torn, and his me now It hadn't been sewn yet, so he was wearing mine. He took a big step, and Erwin carried a few large wooden boards, rushing into Notre Dame eagerly.

"Hey, isn't this the vice-bishop? His face is radiant. What a good thing happened!" Phoebus inspected the palace, and led the guard camp to practice all over the city. Before returning to the barracks, he ran to Blocking Claude at the gate of Notre Dame, you have to find the right time to block people.

Claude's face was sullen, and the hands that were excitedly holding the purse and cloak unconsciously kicked up again. Whenever he was in a serious and critical moment, he liked to put his hands in his hands.

"Master Phoebes, don't make trouble." Erwin pulled out his scabbard to block Phoebes' provocative face. He was about to stick to Claude. Claude had never raised his face so much in his life. Gao, he kept frowning in disgust.

"Master Erwin, it's none of your business." Phoebes shook his head in a cheap way, he was too smug, the marble at the entrance of Notre Dame was very slippery, his military boots slipped, and his whole body stuck to the horse's buttocks: "By the way, bring your woman and see you at the racecourse."

"You also bring your woman, oh... I forgot, no one is your woman." Claude flipped over his cuffs: "Look at you, you didn't take advantage of Xiaosha's sister last night."

"Oops!" Phoebus frowned and screamed. His nose was stuffed with a small white tourniquet. He was beaten up by a group of "robbers" last night, and his skin under the gorgeous military uniform was covered with blood. Bruised, Claude pushed his back expressionlessly, and he was in pain.

However, it turned out that Phoebes couldn't investigate who beat him up, and he couldn't tell his soldiers what happened to him, let alone report the case to the yamen. On the contrary, if he is beaten like this for no reason, within a long time, he will become the laughing stock of the whole yamen, and even the joke of the whole Paris. So he can only admit that he is unlucky.

Today, when the captain's attendant blocked his nose for him, he only said: "I drank too much last night. When I came back, I met a thief. When I went to catch the thief bravely and fearlessly, although I was already drunk, I still insisted on fighting against the danger." The thieves in law and order fought desperately, and finally fell down on the wet steps by the river..."

Sure enough, it took only a few hours for the story of his brave fight against gangsters to pass from the barracks to the ears of Miss Lily. Mrs. Gongde Yuegui was awakened by the knock on the door of the barracks. She walked downstairs slowly in a silk nightgown and heard her Her nephew, Captain Phoebes de Châteaupe, was injured, and she almost fainted. The old lady didn't want her daughter Lily to know about it, but she still drank water from The servant heard about it, and as soon as she heard that Phoebus was injured, she cried in distress: "How can my cousin not know how to cherish his body?"

As soon as it was dawn, Lily came to the barracks to visit Phoebes, but the attendant next to him stopped him, saying that no one could enter the barracks, so Lily burst into tears.

Phoebes was lying on the bed, whistling leisurely, reading nude｜female picture books, and swearing. When he heard a girl crying outside, he leaned on the window to look. The picture book was hidden under the bed, poured the red wine, wiped the table with his sleeves in a panic, messed up his hair, and unbuttoned his shirt, in a daze to make himself look like a down-and-out handsome guy, then pretended to cry and opened the door, Hugging Lily tightly and welcoming her in enthusiastically, people thought how good their relationship was, and others didn't dare to say anything.

Phoebus directly said that Miss Lily was his fiancée, and the guards all focused their attention on Lily. Lily blushed from the eyes of the young men, and she couldn't move around for a while, so she let Phoebe hold her into the house.

No matter how angry Lily was, she couldn't bear the handsome officer's tears, and he said so many regretful love words gently, Lily believed that the man in front of her was a hero, and he was so handsome, Phoebus's blue peach blossom A sneak peek at her seduces the soul of the girl in the boudoir, not to mention that as a soldier, he looks more masculine with a little injury on his body.

Phoebes lied effortlessly. He thought he was so great. He boasted so much and even burst into tears, portraying himself as a heroic captain of the royal guard who sacrificed himself and protects the citizens of Paris.

Phoebe patted the bed attentively, and Lily sat unnaturally on the edge of the bed, far away from him.

"Cousin, I'm here to visit you. I can't just enter a man's room, but I'm really worried about your health!" Lily said cautiously.

"I'm so honored, dear." Phoebus took Lily's hand.

Lily immediately stood up and had nothing to say: "Your room is really clean. I was afraid that marrying a soldier would be messy. You are always rude."

"Dear little cousin, you are so cute, I am a very self-disciplined and stable person, I am an elegant noble soldier." Phoebus moved his feet secretly, kicking the naked｜female drawing book inward, showing a corner just now , just under the toe of Lily's shoe, he was glad that Lily didn't have the habit of bowing her head.

Phoebus hid the drawing book, he propped it up with both hands, and was very close to Lily. Lily thought her cousin was flirting with her, and pushed the door to leave with a blushing face, but Phoebus pretended to block it with an evil smile. It is a way to tease girls, they always want to run away shyly at this time.

"I'm relieved to see that you're okay, my hero." Phoebe slapped her on the wall, but Lily's shy mind inexplicably remembered that Croban saved her that day, and she seemed to be in the same posture.

When it comes to heroes, Lily can't help replaying those scenes. The wet skin of the beggar King Cloban glistened in the sun, the man's shoulder-length black hair was dripping with water, and there were a few spots of sand on his chest. Diving, panting heavily with exhaustion, kissed her almost recklessly, she also slapped the beggar king, who grinned and pushed her away, a rough and handsome Tie Hanhan.

"Dear Lily, if you're still angry with me, I'll do it again next time to make you worry, no one here... hug me." Seeing Lily in a daze, Phoebus thought that Lily was giving birth to him and love Smeralda was angry, he would never think about "he will think about other men when he has Lily".

Lily gently pushed Phoebe away, and Phoebe pretended to be in pain, clutching his chest as if he was about to be unable to stand up, Lily hurriedly supported him, and he hugged Lily tightly, boldly kissed Lily's Take a bite on the forehead.

"Are you still angry?" Phoebe said coquettishly to Lily.

"If I'm angry with you, I won't come." Lily is very proud. Cousin loves her so much. No matter how many women there are, cousin loves her the most. She shook her head and ran away, avoiding Fei. Biss kissed again, she was not used to the crookedness between couples like this.

The way Phoebe is fascinated by her, although Phoebe can show fascination with any woman, but why didn't the stinky man that day seem to find her attractive...

Phoebus held her reluctantly and held Lily's hand.

"Stinky beggar, I don't know why he went there, and he didn't see him in the morning." Lily stepped on the small chair and got into the carriage, thinking of Croban's unconscious laugh, and annoyed again in her heart: "I always wonder what he is doing." ...he is nothing! Tch!"

Because of the heavy snowfall, the attendants also believed Phoebus's words, so when he was patrolling today, the whole barracks praised his bravery, and he himself was very happy. No matter in the streets or alleys, as long as a woman asked him what was going on, He began to brag out of nothing, men envied him, women loved him, he also felt that he was a great hero, he lied so much, even he believed it.

After I finished my "homework", I drew Claude's head with the leftover cereal scraps on the plate. I was so talented. The mint leaves were placed on the top of his head, as if his head had grown grass.

I rubbed my chin, sat on the bed with my legs crossed, thought about it, and took off the mint leaves. Claude's hairline is a bit dangerous, so don't let the grass compete with his hair for nutrients.

"I can only eat you, little mint."

I rolled on Claude's bed, and my head hit a hard place. I opened the pillow, and he actually glued our diary together firmly and hid it under the pillow. He didn't allow me to take it away.

He is still writing, um~ his wish has been fulfilled, and it even wrote: "I miss her all night, her veil is still stuffed under the pillow, she can get it wherever she goes, and she can't sleep. Like taking her by my side, I was poisoned by her."

Okay, now I wonder if I love him so much, is it because he played a trick on my veil.

Just kidding, but he used to sneak around my veil like an idiot, kissing and stroking it as if it were me, crying and laughing like he was casting a spell.

Then, I also regarded the teaching robe as him, and I patted my butt in a circle, which is called spanking, pia~ I am very happy when the skin is touched, and the spanking is a bit heavy. Half of my buttocks are numb, so I rub it.

I poked my face, and drew his small heads all over the diary, all kinds of stick figures of Claude's big head, from the first page to the last page, full of his head, and I deliberately Draw the nose very big, hehe, put a pig nose on the last head!Kiss, stuff it back, let me go!

Satisfied, I hid my "siamese" diary with him back under his pillow, and dragged the white veil left by Claude. He already has me, so I can hold my veil Play it, parachute, take off!

I jumped out of bed and picked up his cloak, meant to sew it up last night, but he was late...it was all his fault!It was all because of his delay, and I blushed a little cheekily.

I want to visit Notre Dame in detail, this time I visited it really carefully, the vicar's bed that I visited all came!I shook my golden head, so ashamed.

I happen to have a needle and thread from the church in my pocket. I don’t know what the Jujiu looks like. It should be a bird like a water heron. It can only be imagined.

When Claude came back, the door was ajar. He looked in gently, afraid that I would not wake up. He first saw me rubbing on the plate, then wrote and drew in the diary with his left hand, and then saw me He was playing free fall, and finally he looked at me holding his injured arm, holding his cloak in his mouth, and holding a needle and thread in his left hand, trying to mend his cloak.

The girl's pink lips parted slightly, her small snow-white teeth were biting the wide collar, her injured arm was bandaged indiscriminately, like a huge cat's claw, and she embroidered two necks facing each other on the hole in the cloak, floating A strange bird that is about to fly, kind of like an egret.

I call them "Jijiu", and Claude must look like a fairy when he wears them. "The chaste bird, Jujiu, holds on to nothing." He doesn't understand the meaning of Jujiu, I know, but I don't tell him, let him study it, it seems that I am smarter than him, hehe.

I proudly put down the needle and thread, bit the end of the thread with the tip of my tongue, bit it off, put down the cloak and stretched my waist, my arms were still a little scabbed, a little tight, and couldn't be stretched. I wanted to mend my dress, which I have been wearing all the time. The cassock, that's not the case.

I picked up my broken clothes, and I might have to put together a picture to mend them, so I couldn't help puffing into my mouth: "I give up."

There is no need to mend it at all, Claude, do you dare to drag it to pieces, it is broken, broken, it's all over the place!

However, as long as I woke up, I couldn't stay idle. I wore Claude's robe and hood and climbed to the bell tower. Claude hurriedly hid behind the door.

I pushed the door open with a "snap" and flew out. Claude's nose was slapped by the door unexpectedly. I heard a muffled groan, looked around for no one, and ran to the roof.

Claude held his nose helplessly. At this time, he had to block his nostrils with the bandage I left on the bed like Phoebus.

The old bishop was yawning in the opposite corridor, staring at me, pointing at me who was whining as I ran, and asked Erwin, the captain of the Holy See guard next to me, "What did you run over just now?"

Claude saw me "running with the wind, freedom is the direction, chasing the power of thunder and lightning", and I almost had double images when I ran.

"Madam's little arms and legs are moving quite quickly."

Claude held his nose, leaned against the door frame, and carefully flipped through the diary I just painted all over his head. I drew him various hairstyles, as well as Mohawk hairstyles. In the Middle Ages, he thought it was bristle hair: "I I have a new understanding of myself.”

He picked up the plate again, and the food scraps on it formed his "delicious fierce" profile under Xiaosha's crazy and ingenious combination.

"It should really be put in the Louvre." Claude hesitated, whether this dish should be washed or not, he grinned, and found that his cold face matched with the words below, looked so mature with a hint of stupidity.

"Xiaosha's painting is really a work of art. It's hard not to look at it all day, and it's hard to look at it all day."

Claude frowned and followed me. When he saw the direction I was running, he guessed that I was going to the clock tower to find Quasimodo to mess around, and he operated normally.

I ran up the bell tower, made sure the little red door was open, dangling the big bandage bow on my head, leaning on my cane.

Quasimodo still has my apple branches, and I have never thought of where to plant them.My sister and I don’t have a garden in our small house, so we can’t plant it at all. Maybe I can plant it in Claude’s old house. He said he has a huge ancestral house. I don’t know how his fief is. If the planting is successful, maybe every household can plant apple trees.

When the bell rang, Quasimodo nimbly climbed down from the bell tower, and I showed half of my bright little head on the small wooden ladder of the bell tower.

Quasimodo was very excited to see me, and creaked the board.

"Kasimo Duner~" is so playful with the added accent.

Quasimodo covered his face with his dark hands. He didn't want me to see him. I smiled and stretched out my face to look at him, but he moved away. I straightened my neck and turned to look at him, but he also moved his face to avoid me. Our heads are like two owls, our bodies are motionless, but our faces are flexible.

"Okay!" I hugged his rickety body and dirty clothes, and he wanted to turn into a stone statue, motionless.

she hug me!She is hugging me!Quasimodo's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and it was safe to say he was going crazy, but sadly, she didn't think of him as a man.

When Claude saw me hugging Quasimodo, his blood pressure soared, and his nosebleed was almost uncontrollable.Quasimodo is clearly in love with Xiaosha, looking at his eyes, every time Xiaosha turns her head, his one-eyed eyes are so gentle and fascinated, he was not very sure that Quasimodo liked Xiaosha, but now he understands very well, " The ugly adopted son also fell in love with Xiaosha.

Claude is hiding in the shadows, all his troubles at the moment are attributed to Quasimodo, he doesn't know what's wrong with him, he knows his wife's deep love for him, but he still can't help it, his emotions have never been like this The violent fluctuations were all for Xiaosha!He admits that he is very controlling, he admits, because this way he can directly block anyone with "ulterior motives".

Claude knew that he was finished, and he was jealous of Quasimodo!

"Your face is dirty." I dangled boringly.

"Master... taught me to wash... my face. When I was a child, he... washed it for me. He has something to do today..." Quasimodo kept clasping the wooden thorn beside him.

"He's always so nice ~ you don't like to wash?" I know Claude is a kind-hearted and hateful good man, I jumped with my feet and kicked up a cloud of dust. For some reason, Quasimodo hasn't swept the floor for a long time. For a month, he stared in a daze at the sound of gypsy drums outside.

"Because I've been working all the time, I'm dirty, and I won't wash today." Quasimodo is now staring at me in a daze again.

"I'll help you." I looked at the wooden basin next to it. The water in it was very cold, and there were still ice balls floating there. I could only hold the dirty towel next to it with one hand, wet the towel and warm it.

"Why did you rub so much soot on your face?" I knelt on the ground and wiped his soot-covered face.

"I'm going...to find Cina, I...I'll pull coal for her." Quasimodo didn't dare to look directly at me, and shook his head slightly.

"That's great! Our family, Quasimodo, has grown up and has someone he likes. To be honest... I've met Chai Na, she's a nice person." I snapped my fingers.

Quasimodo saw that the beautiful girl in front of him looked like an old mother, and felt a little bitter. The girl he liked regarded him as her son, which was the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Hmm..." Quasimodo covered his face and shook his head honestly.

"Bro, I'm sorry hey!" I patted the dust on his head, tilted my head and lip-synced: "Does she like you?"

I can't encourage Quasimodo to be brave. After all, if the girl doesn't love him, there is nothing worth talking about. Otherwise, it will be unfair to the girl, and his appearance becomes a stumbling block, and Quasimodo is quite pitiful.

"I dare not...I'm not worthy...it's impossible." Quasimodo was talking about me, I thought he was talking about Cina, and his expression was very sad.

Two people, two channels, can talk for so long.

"I decided to plant the apple branches in Claude's house, our home, in the spring." I changed the subject professionally, I didn't want to upset him, and he planted the apple branches in clay pots, with some green in the broken parts , it is alive.

"I don't have a home... I never go out of the bell tower at will, and now Notre Dame is my home." Quasimodo shook his head.

What he said made me want to cry, I really couldn't bear to look at his honest and sad face: "You have parents, but I don't, so don't cry!"

Quasimodo looked at me suspiciously, looking at my face with tears hanging down and a smile gradually becoming abnormal, you know~ I am super-graduating again.

He understands what I mean, Claude is his adoptive father, and of course I am his adoptive mother, so he is now "both parents".

The girl in front of her has been trying her best to be a good fairy godmother.

"Do you want to be a mother that much?" Claude rushed out holding his nose, he lifted me up angrily, he was so excited that he couldn't stand still, he wobbled while hugging me Turn around.

Quasimodo helped him, but Claude waved angrily and kept driving Quasimodo away, his disgust was beyond words.

"Claude, why are you bullying him... My sister and I were separated from our mother when we were young, so I really want to be a good mother." All "males" are hostile.

"Damn it! I also want to be a good father! Now, Quasimodo, you have to learn to respect your godmother!" Claude carried me downstairs, he held me tightly, and pointed his fingers at the corridor Take the escalator and walk downstairs quickly.

"Soon you will have many younger brothers and sisters." The more Claude thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He poked his head out at the end of the corridor, carried me, and twisted his gloomy and angry face viciously at Quasimodo. Turned around and left.

Quasimodo looked innocent.

"Hey~" I patted Claude on the broad back, he carried me, stood upright, pushed open the doors of thousands of narrow terraces of Notre Dame, and put me under the huge diamond-shaped stained glass window, I sat By the window sill, his face couldn't see the expression clearly, he just pressed me on the window sill, I pouted and tilted my head: "Claude, you are too bad."

"I've never said that I'm a good person. Do I still need my lord to help Xiaosha release her excess maternal love? Right here?"

He raised his head, his eyes were bright, under the huge colorful reflection, my dark shadow was small, he was fierce and pleading, tall and humble, and finally all emotions disappeared, leaving only a crumbling tears.

"No, I was wrong." I rubbed my hands together and begged for mercy: "Put me down!"

"How can you prove your love for me?! I'm going crazy!" Claude knew that gypsies were wandering around, and he was afraid that I would fall in love with wandering again, so he chose to give up on him.

I didn't tell him that with him, I really wanted to settle down. Wherever he was, that was my home.

Who made me think that he has this level of concern, a woman whose IQ is traded for beauty.

"Uh, I'll clean the fireplace for you?" I thought for a long time, and then I came up with a brilliant idea.

Claude smiled, held hands with me, and sat down side by side under the high-hanging colored windows: "This is too disappointing."

"But I really can't do it... If I'm here with you... I'm going to be exhausted." I was so naive that I vomited blood, and I was really going to "extremely exhausted".

"But! Oh, Xiaosha, you never wanted me." Claude sighed.

"I will take the initiative, but I really can't do it now. I feel like my body has been hollowed out, and my leg can't do it anymore." I stretched out my right leg: "Oh, look, I'm cramping."

"But you were so flying just now." I fell on him and pretended to be dead, he raised his eyebrows, hugged my head, and kissed me.

"Well, I want you so much! Come here, ~'delicious fierce'." I made an exaggerated gesture on the windowsill.

"Pfft, I want you to be my stable boy." Claude smiled softly, hugged me off the window sill, and opened the small iron door.

"That's it... that's great! I'm going to brush the horse hair now! I'm going to carry the bucket!" I flew out again.

"Ma'am, don't you have leg cramps?" Claude leaned leisurely on the window sill, raising his chin at my leg.

"Yes... oh, why can't I walk all of a sudden." I held my left leg, squatted and twisted my buttocks.

Claude looked at me with great interest, was silent for a while, and said lightly: "It was the right leg just now."

"I, I may have cramps in both legs. You see, I can only walk squatting, hehehe." I squatted and walked fast, sticking out my buttocks, like a stranded crab.

I walked farther and farther, and when I reached the end of the corridor, I stood up and ran out again.

He can always smile unrestrainedly in front of Xiaosha, and be happy to be a real person.

"Stupid," thought Delicious Fierce, reciting the Bible with his eyes closed, liking her so much that he couldn't bear it...it's all his fault, she's just a little fool.

"But... this is indeed a good place."

Claude lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth gently and stiffly, and patted the window sill. The cold stone temperature penetrated through his fingertips. Notre Dame has tens of thousands of such narrow but beautiful balconies, Satan's bed.

She is "dead".

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