【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

The lakes around the racecourse are frozen, and the crowns of the Champs trees are bare, leaving only dry and yellowish bark. Claude is leading the horse, and I am walking forward with his arm. Phoebus just saw Our figures leaned back and laughed uneducatedly, the wind was blowing very quietly, only Phoebus's annoying ridicule was floating in the open horse farm, he was like a big duck, quacking jokes: "The big priest and the little priest ", he thought his sentence was very good, and repeated it with laughter: "God covered his eyes when he saw it, and the witch went to the priest's bed!"

"If you don't wear this pair of 'dew bird' armor, I think you are quite talented in this single bet." I looked at Phoebus carefully, and I found something worthy of ridicule in him, and I also It's better not to watch it... I really don't want to see this magical "underpants" in the Middle Ages!

I covered my eyes, scratched my face with a look of "not seeing", leaned against Claude's chest, and emphasized again: "Yes, 'little' brother."

Claude looked down at Phoebus's pants with a straight face, and silently raised his hand to cover my eyes.

"Salome, you don't understand this, it's a trend! Officers are always the benchmarks of aristocratic trends. You know, this can highlight the general's majesty. The same is true of Italian armor. We all wear it like this. How normal is it? .” Phoebus had a proud expression of “You’re too old-fashioned to even know this”.

I have been on the street, but I have only been here for a month, and I didn't look carefully. I thought it was normal pantyhose, but I didn't expect it to be assembled...

Since the Renaissance in the last century, men of the aristocratic class have become popular in military uniforms. Recently, men’s jackets are fashionable and short and mid-length. This type of jacket is the same as that of Crusader knights. Because they have to wear armor, they are velvet. The jacket is very short. In the middle ages, it was convenient to go to the toilet, so there was no underwear. Men used the so-called "pants pockets" to hide their shame. They embroidered on them, embedded jewelry, and put cloth on them. The bigger the more popular, so "walking birds" can be seen everywhere on European streets. "The man.

"It's really 'outrageous'." I feel that this trouser pocket is a bit hot, and it is often out of tune with the medieval princes because it is not perverted enough.

Phoebes proudly introduced their fight against the Turks a few years ago: "The 'big bird' of the Italian coalition soldiers scared the Turkish army to the ground!"

"Are you sure you noble officers rely on this to win? It's really conspicuous. If I were a Turk, I'd let you be beaten first. It's too obvious, and it's also studded with jewels! Phoebus, your □□ It's like the preferred moving target for Turkish archers!" I seriously analyzed the rationality of this iron pants on the battlefield.

"Your little mouth is too damaged, I'm very nervous to hear it... Girl, doesn't your husband have such pants?" Phoebus put his hands on my shoulders, and showed me the "pants" on his armor with joy. bag".

Claude looked at my inquiring eyes, took a breath helplessly, frowned and slapped Phoebus's hand on my shoulder: "Actually, no."

"This is an aristocratic fashionable dress. I only wear ordinary trousers, and I never wear suspenders, so I don't have this." In fact, Claude also thinks this dress is too funny, even more funny than those colorful bald guys from the seminary next door.

The cardinal wore it like this a few days ago. Most importantly, he was still wearing suspenders. Claude is used to it. Is this the fashion of the upper class?He didn't understand, anyway, anyone who came to church had to dress properly, he was always serious, and everyone was afraid of him, so that no one dared to point these asses to the holy statue.

Claude let out a long breath. Fortunately, the king didn't wear it like this, otherwise he wouldn't even want to enter the palace to face saints, and his eyes would be hurt.In fact, the king also dressed like this in private. Fortunately, Claude never cared about the cabinet.

"It's a pity." Phoebus spread his hands and shrugged forward, like a silly son of a landlord's family. He rubbed his hands and touched his chin, and winked at me: "He is old, and he is destined to be useless in everything." Lose to me, I am extremely majestic, how about it? Compare, baby snake demon?!"

"yue." I bent down and pinched my nose, hiding behind Claude, I was wrong.You can't hurt a person like Phoebes if you want to!He has no shame at all!

Really too greasy!Help!Phoebes is like a big oil field in the Middle East. Why does he think that the action of rubbing hands with flies is so handsome and charming? He also imitates me to bite my lip. I feel like I am about to suffocate, and my health bar is empty of oil.

I clutched my chest, dragged my black teaching robe, and stumbled towards my sister.Claude heard my "vomit" and stared at Phoebus with black lines all over his face.

"Bold, you're courting death!" Claude grimaced, gripped his face tightly, turned the handle of the whip silently without saying a word, and slammed Phoebus's "trouser pocket".

Phoebus's steel "pants pockets" clanged and steel echoed, and he wasn't in any pain, the steel pants were okay.

"The husband and wife life between me and my wife is very harmonious, so don't bother you." Claude disliked Phoebes with a bad face, twisted his face, and walked away holding me who kept "cracking".

I looked at Claude with a puzzled expression of "exm", and waved, Claude, are you so bold?I lip-synced to Claude: "What are you talking about?!"

Claude "blushed", picked up my collar, and put me next to my sister.

My sister and I didn't go home last night, only Gringoire was left with two small animals, it's a pity, because she didn't go home last night, so she didn't know that I didn't go home either , so both of us were shocked when we saw each other.

My sister was playing with her horse by the fence. After Phoebus said that Claude and I were the big priest and the little priest, my sister's eyes turned to my side. Her gorgeous skirt was very eye-catching in the open snow .

"Xiaosha!" My sister ran over holding Phoebe's hand: "Why are you dressed like a priest?!"

"Sister, why are you dressed like an aristocratic mistress?!" I swallowed, trying to stabilize my greasy stomach.

Phoebus also came over and looked at me elated. Claude stepped over angrily to separate him. They stood side by side, one winking, the other face sinking. The only thing these two men have in common is their nostrils. There are cloth strips inside.

This is destined to be a "stuffed" horse race.

Phoebus looked at me again, and Claude took another step to block me tightly. The two of them moved further and further away, but Claude refused to let him look at me. He threw Phoebes into the snowdrift, clapped his hands, and shook his cloak. He didn't speak bad words, and he was resentful. He just stared at the snowdrift, strode up to me, and sulked at me.

"Phoebes dressed me up this morning. He said I look great in this way. I asked him out yesterday and he didn't come... I was mad at him, but he was hurt! You know? Opened Phoebes for the heroic deed of catching the thief last night! Just as he saved me from Quasimodo, what a knight I am!" Phoebes crawled out of the snowdrift and pulled the white horse, sister Nestling in Phoebe's arms with a gentle tone, he kissed Phoebe's lips, leaving a red lip mark.

I pulled up my sister's skirt desperately: "Sister, you are now dressed like a smuggled concubine bought by a lord from Egypt! This is what Phoebes wants you to be, but you have to have some ideas!"

I guess my sister didn't look in the mirror, and she put it on when Phoebus gave her clothes: "Do you know what you look like now? You have to show some gypsy girl wildness, he is better than his horse." With respect to you, what the hell are these almost see-through low-cut tops?"

"I was originally Phoebe's mistress. Good luck to you. I married a noble man who is willing to marry you. I have made up my mind. If I don't get married, I won't get married. We have been wandering all these years, and finally met a Mr. Ruyi, I think I won’t get married if I don’t get married, anyway, he loves me enough, we gypsies only need freedom and love.” The elder sister doesn’t care how outrageously she dresses, she thinks she is Phoebe’s mistress , This is the romantic dress of an upper-class woman. She thinks it looks good, but it is a little revealing.

"With all due respect, sister, this is a bit too free, and how can you be sure that Phoebus loves you? I mean he loves any woman who can sleep with him." After "falling in love", Phoebe didn't care about anyone. I bit my lips a little sadly: "Sister! Phoebe has been teasing me! It's not like you didn't see it! But you always ignore it forcibly, zoom in His benefit!"

Esmeralda's displeased nunuzui: "He is a soldier, so some bad habits are inevitable! Then how can you be sure that the archdeacon loves you? Does he not want to sleep with you?!"

Claude was slightly taken aback. He didn't know how Esmeralda brought the topic to him. His love for Xiaosha can be learned from time to time.

"Claude really loves me, and I love him very much. He always puts me first. We cherish each other. We complement each other. He is my important family member and my spiritual friend. He is my true love. He Never molested anyone, he married me, he may not be a perfect person, but he is my perfect husband." I pressed my sister's shoulder, thinking about how to explain what is "desire" and "love" , I used to not understand love, Claude said that he loves me is willing to go to hell.

"For me, Phoebes is fine, you see your husband is perfect, I think Phoebes is the same, Phoebes will take me to the Royal Stud now, this is something I never thought In those days, I now feel that I am also a noble woman. Phoebes said that a beautiful woman like me can enter the high society. I will never go to show business again. I have a good house and a handsome knight husband. Playing in the garden of the palace, instead of burying my youth in the smelly streets of the city, I want to live a romantic life, a life like your lady, and Phoebes and I are one person, a whole paradise." The older sister The more excited she said, the more she yearned for the beautiful life with Phoebe, where everything was shining, and all the good things sparkled in front of her eyes. These were the sweet words that Phoebe had promised her.

"Nobility is not determined by the royal racecourse! Sister, you are noble in your own right. Everyone is born equal. We have no money but we can't despise ourselves. Others look down on us, we have to look down on ourselves. Whether a person is noble is not determined by It's defined by others, but by what you do." I leaned into my sister's arms, and I knew what she wanted was Phoebe's love—something that didn't exist in this world.

"No... Phoebus loves me! He loves me!" My sister just needs to lie to herself for one more day, she doesn't want her dreams to be broken, she would rather sleep in a sweet lie forever, she firmly believes that Phoebus loves her , will love her.

"Claude and I support each other spiritually. He does have intertwined love and desire for me. Anyone who has love will have desire, but desire does not necessarily mean love. I think that to truly love someone is to love his spirit." I hugged Claude, looked up at his sandalwood-like slightly graying brown hair, and looked at the light in his gray-blue eyes.

To be honest, he is not handsome at all, his hairline is dangerous, and his face is also wrinkled, he is just a sad and sullen middle-aged man despite his status as a vicar, but I think he is very attractive , his spirit makes me ignore his appearance, to me, he is very handsome.

"Falling in love with spirit..." Claude muttered to himself, and smiled at me: "Xiaosha, you are not stupid at all, you are like a philosopher, calling me ugly in disguise."

"It's not ugly either." I smiled and looked at his troubled face: "Heh, it's so-so."

Claude also smiled noncommittally: "Ma'am, then you must be wronged to accommodate me."

The moment Claude said that he was willing to go to hell, hell also became heaven. He said that he would always remember me, because of my soul, I will always be me, and I will always remember him.

"Sister... Now we in Miracle Kingdom can't mess with people from the royal family, especially when talking in front of Phoebes, we must be careful. You can have romantic affairs with him, and you don't have to talk to him about family affairs. He is the captain of the royal guard, the emperor's man. He is only loyal to the French Emperor..." I winked at Claude, pulled my sister aside, avoided Phoebes, and whispered in her ear, my sister was itchy by me.

"Xiaosha, what does it matter to the emperor if I talk about love with Phoebus?" My sister yelled loudly, but she didn't understand what I meant. She thought I was all right, so she brought out the emperor to suppress Phoebes.

When my sister yelled, Phoebus also came over to listen to me. I had no choice but to point her out. The Miracle Kingdom must be cautious about taking in the rebels. Since moving to Paris this month, my brother Lu After accepting nearly a hundred rebel peasants, the emperor has long disliked the gypsies. If he decides that we have "colluded" with the rebel army, he can't settle accounts with us. However, the person my sister likes is the captain of the royal guard who worked for the emperor. , I was afraid that my sister would tell Phoebus everything.

"Oh! Sister, don't forget, there is a lot of 'banditry' in Paris now. Officer Phoebes goes out to suppress bandits all day long. How can he have time to get bored with you? He is dedicated to his duty and is always by your side. The emperor must not blame him? We foreign refugees should pay more attention! Only in this way can we be safe. We gypsies are just poor beggars. We have toiled all our lives, so we just want a place to live! We all hope to live in Louisiana. Your Majesty has ruled the country for a long time, and his old man governs the country smoothly, so we can earn more food in peace and stability! God bless Louis!"

I simply yelled too, pretending to have a clear conscience and living off Emperor Louis, showing that the gypsies are poor people who just want to live a quiet life, Phoebes didn't think much of it.

On the contrary, Claude smiled and shook his head and didn't speak. He knew what I wanted when he heard it. Now he and I have the same ideals. His original intention is to let the peasants go. To implement benevolent government, why bother to kill them all.

"Xiaosha, you are talking in an official tone when you talk to me! I only talk about romance and nothing else." Phoebe got on the horse first, and my sister pulled Phoebe by the corner of his clothes, shyly: "I …I don’t want to talk about anything else, I only have Phoebes now.”

"Hey, sister, my brother and I have no place in your heart." I was a little jealous that Phoebus squeezed my brother and I away from my sister's place in my sister's heart. I rolled my eyes dissatisfied with him, and Phoebe licked his lips at me.

"Little guy, you are still greedy, don't seek status with me!" My sister nuzzled at Claude and pushed me next to Claude: "Someone is holding you high in my heart and staring at you Don't worry, hurry up and pray that he wins, so as to save face for you."

"Okay, sister, you have to remember what I said. Since you believe that Phoebus is not good, you only talk about Fengyue and nothing else. I can make it clear." Claude got on the horse, and I held the horse beside his leg the reins.

"Okay, let's go." My sister grabbed the reins of Phoebe's white horse.

"My lord, it's no fun just to be faster than someone else's horse." Phoebus complacently set Claude to death.

"How do you compare?" Claude put his hand on the horse's back, one hand behind his back, and carelessly straightened the horse's mane.

"Since it's a duel for love, it's better to fight as a knight to the death." Phoebus began to jump proudly: "How about a duel with a knight's spear, sprint face to face, the loser must die."

"No! It's not fair, Claude has no armor!" I protected Claude, he is a priest, how can he wield a knife and a gun.

"Don't dare, Claude. If you lose your wife, it will be mine. Of course, you can't see that moment. I will put her under house arrest. She can neither die with you nor visit your grave!" Phoebe Siguai gave a knightly salute in a strange manner, grabbed his sister's hand, and smiled strangely with an expression of wanting to bite me to death.

Claude also solemnly swore, grabbed my hand and performed a knight salute, and kissed the back of my hand: "Evil killer, I will not let you die! If you lose, follow what Xiaosha said and treat her sister well." Also, kowtow to Xiaosha to make up for your disrespect."

"Take the gun!" Phoebus threw a huge spear and a wooden shield to Claude.

A knight's spear is used in life-and-death duels among knights. The body of the gun is a thick and long wooden cone, taller than a horse, with a thicker lower tip and a sword handle at the thicker end, similar to today's fencing.Two knights rode war horses and charged at each other. At least, they broke the opponent's spear and knocked off their horses, and at worst, they were pierced by the opponent's knight spear to death.

"Claude, don't compare! I will die with that rotten Phoebus! Bah! If you dare to touch a hair on Claude, I will not let you go even if I die!" "Claude, you have no armor , If you charge and gallop like this, you will be injured even if you are blown by a small wooden thorn! Let's go..." I firmly grabbed Claude's waist, refused to let go, and dragged him to the outside of the racecourse.

When Phoebus heard that I was going to die with him and booed him as a rotten person, he couldn't help being a little annoyed. My sister also hurriedly stopped Phoebe: "Honey, didn't you say horse racing? How can it be changed to a life-and-death duel?!"

"Beauty, this is also a kind of horse racing." Phoebus's frivolous face sank, he explained to his sister, and gritted his teeth at Claude: "Want to go? Salome, you are destined You are a pair of fateful mandarin ducks, you are unlucky to meet me, wait for me to deal with you slowly! If you are a man, don’t shrink back, my lord archdeacon, you will definitely die today!"

Phoebes is a murderous soldier. Killing all the rebels will make a great contribution immediately. Even if there is nothing to do, he can catch a few civilians to make up for it, and he can get a lot of rewards. Claude proposed "reduce taxes, civilians complain" , Blocking Phoebus and the other nobles' money, Claude is still getting the heart of the woman he likes, Phoebe is very dissatisfied with the fact that Claude can get the favor of a beautiful woman, why should a priest ? !

Phoebus' purpose today is to make the noble archdeacon die for the humble woman he loves, and become the laughing stock of all nobles!It's a joke that a weak scholar dares to compete with an officer in riding skills...

"Don't worry." Claude touched my head and whispered to me softly. He fastened the cloak and hat rope tightly to cover the entire head, leaving only a dark face, revealing the tip of the nose and tight thin lips. , his black leather gloves rattled the silver reins, and he never said much at critical moments.

Then, regardless of me, he pulled the rein desperately, broke my hand in a cruel heart, and stopped looking at me, took off a glove and threw it on Phoebes, clamped the horse's belly with his feet, pulled the horse away, and flew away. Running to one end of the racetrack, Phoebes also took off his white gloves, threw them to Claude, shook his head contemptuously, and drove the horse to the far other end opposite Claude. The two faced each other with chilling intentions. .

The vast horse farm was covered with a layer of snow. Before my sister and I had time to scream and stop, there was a sound of horse hooves, and the two horses, one white and one red, were furious, and their hooves stepped on the snow.

The iron hooves rolled up thousands of piles of snow, the red-maned horses, and the snow tormented the wind.Claude and Phoebus leaned forward, the priest and the officer stared at each other viciously, the black cloak and red cloak clanking in the cold wind, the two carefully raised their knight guns in their hands, and gestured with their spears in front of them, holding The hand holding the reins gripped the shield tightly, and at the same time galloped out relatively!

Why did the promised horse racing duel suddenly turn into a knight's charge!

I covered my eyes and knelt on the ground, I killed Claude!If I hadn't agreed to the horse race casually, how could he come here for no reason... He was just trying to make me happy!It's all about me... He is a literati, and he worked so hard to become a soldier, all because of me!Even if I let him die, I'm afraid I won't have the face to face him!

"Crack!" All the resting birds in the forest in the distance were startled by this sound and flew high into the sky. A loud noise like a broken wooden beam cut through the haze of winter silence. At the battle between Claude and Phoebus, Yang There was a strong wind and heavy snow, and they were shrouded in snow and fog, unable to see clearly what was going on between life and death.

My tears almost turned into ice, and I ran to the center of the racecourse, rolling and crawling. The cloak tripped me, and I didn't care about my injured arm. I forgot to cry, and when I was too sad, I didn't have much emotion, just got into the snowy sky panting.

The dust settled, as if nothing had happened just now, in my blurred tears, the man on the bay red horse stretched out his hand to me, he threw away the shield and the knight's gun with only the wooden handle in his hand, took off the black hood, and the black hole With a doting smile on his face, he breathed a happy sigh of relief towards me, and proudly dragged me onto the horse like a boy, and I was fished up by him in a daze.

I couldn't help but look at him in a daze, look at the scars on his robes that were scratched by wood chips, I touched his body, he raised his head, proudly raised his arms to let me touch, sometimes itchy Mouth a few times, he's still fine!

"Aren't you stupid!" I roared tremblingly, and I was going crazy with fright just now.

He is the big fool!Why is he working so hard for me!I ran away without saying a word. My fear of losing him turned into terrified anger. I was anxious, angry and distressed for him. I slapped him while crying, but he was not annoyed and grabbed my hand. Chuck and smile, hug me and let me cry in his arms.

God!Just for a second, I almost thought he was dead... I screamed in joy, hugged his head excitedly, like a pirate finally found the treasure of the ancient gods after all his life, with snot and tears Kissing and nibbling at him, almost knocking him off the horse's back into the snow.

"Ma'am, my lord has won." He raised his head, tilted his head proudly, with an arrogant expression of "Why don't you praise me".

"You still say, idiot! Where did you read your books? Why are you so stupid!" I hugged his neck and cried with a grin.

Claude patted my back to help me calm down, "Xiaosha, are you so untrustworthy as a husband? If I lose, I won't go. Even if I become a turtle, I have to live with me You... I can't bear to leave you alone."

"Kill you to death... scared me to death..." I pretended to slap.

"Kill me to death, lest your hand hurt!" Claude grabbed my hand with a smile and pulled out the stubble on it. I was injured again. He was a little worried: "Praise me."

"You're so amazing..." I covered my face.

"Okay, I'm afraid you'll cry. I'll reward you when you don't cry. We still have no children! Wouldn't it be a pity to marry a beautiful woman and die within a few days?" He pushed my hand away and wiped it gently. My tears and snot.

"Don't push yourself too hard..." He thought too much, I was really drunk, and I still had the mind to talk to the two of us.

"Hey, Captain Phoebes, let's kowtow!" Claude hugged me tightly, and rode lightly on the bay red horse to the position where Phoebes pretended to be dead.

Phoebus's spear was crushed by Claude, and he had a nosebleed again, and this time, both nostrils were bleeding together. When he fell off the horse, the armor that was armed to the teeth hit his arm , his helmet flew out, he was lying on the ground humming and rolling over and pretending to be dead, his white horse ran aside to eat grass, and his thigh was scratched a little by a wooden thorn.

"Why did you hit him?" I watched my sister cry while hugging Phoebe, who "died" in her arms, and I still remembered that Se Mimi pressed her face against her chest.

"His spear was crushed by me, and I shot him off the horse with the shield." Claude shrugged innocently, his eyes cast a helpless glance at Phoebes on the ground, and twitched the corners of his mouth contemptuously at the half-dead Phoebes: "I could control myself to spare his life, but he killed me."

"That's not bad, he deserves to be beaten up." I pumped my fist and raised my mouth.

"There are even better ones." Claude dug into his purse.

"What?" I looked back at his proud face with difficulty.

"I paid, our family has money to use! I'm not happy!" Claude stuffed the money bag into my hand.

"You still have the time to get money, aren't you afraid?" He is not only a top student, but also has a big heart.

"I thought at the time, if I die in your arms, I still have a breath, and then take out the money, wouldn't the scene be very touching." Claude closed his eyes to relax his imagination, and spread his wings of freedom.

I turned my head and stared at him speechlessly.

Claude drove the horse forward, and Phoebus saw that Claude just walked on the front foot, and got up with a grunt on the back foot. He stared at our backs for a while, hugged his sister and rode on the horse. He pretended to be dizzy for the sake of To avoid kowtowing, Claude did as he pleased and didn't bother to care about him.

Claude was thinking that there were a lot of official documents, but he still took me to eat first, and drove the horse quickly, as if I would starve to death if I didn't eat: "Let's go, escape from death, we should spend our honeymoon Go, I have to celebrate! Thank you Lord, it was Your death and Your resurrection that allowed us to be born again... Oh, Xiaosha, what do you want to eat?"

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