【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

The sun hangs over the Seine River, and the river surface is like a fire. The sky is full of orange, yellow and orange, and the white snow on the ground is like gold.

Claude woke up slowly, it was already the afternoon after the snow, the ground outside the window was covered with a thick layer of snow, the priests in the church were noisy, Claude rubbed his brows, and he was covered with a thick thick cloak.

"Xiaosha..." Claude's hands were empty, where did Xiaosha go?What are the people outside arguing about?Immediately he got up, put on his cloak and went out.

Claude walked out of the secret room, went to the office to sort out the documents, walked downstairs casually, stopped a monk and asked, "What happened outside?"

However, the monk just lowered his head and sniggered ambiguously, which made Claude feel weird.

"Look."

"That beauty fell in love with the vicar, hahaha..."

There was a lot of noise, and there was a lot of people standing in front of the window sill in the corridor. Claude was very strange. The monks were all blocked on the window sill facing the square. When people saw him coming, they automatically made way.

"What are you arguing about? There are no rules..." The archdeacon looked around in dissatisfaction, but the people around him were all smiling strangely, with smiles of all kinds of emotions on their faces, including envy and sarcasm...

Claude was lying on the window sill, and there was a huge black and white silhouette painting on the ground. This huge natural painting covered the entire Greve Square, painted with snow and blue bricks on the ground - in the center of the picture, a kissing man and woman were buried In a vast sea of ​​flowers, there are him and Xiaosha!

Claude covered his mouth, he wanted to cry again, this girl is really a crazy girl, she really loves him, a caring and arrogant little woman, his true love.

I saw Claude stuck his head out, waved to him on tiptoe, and was about to read aloud the love poem he wrote to him in Latin.

"Claude, I keep saying that I want to write love poems to you but I haven't written them. You are my dream, like the unreachable clouds in the sky, the sea of ​​flowers that I can't wait for, I want to read poems, I Let the whole world close their ears, I just tell you!" I took a big broom for painting - this painting is a picture I made by sweeping the snow a little bit, similar to the snow drawn by sand painting.

I stand on the top of the painting, and the river bank of the square is surrounded by a golden halo, in the mottled mist in Claude's eyes, and in a brilliant ocean of snowflakes, which illuminates the whole Notre Dame Cathedral brightly, red Bright, I saw Claude's face from a distance, like a cloud of fire floating in the sky and on the water, his body and soul were burning, and I saw the flame of his heart.

While waving my outstretched arms, I yelled loudly with my little sweet voice, shouting Latin with all my strength: ""cloud", "cloud (Claude's homonym)", "heavy me ,

shed tears,

Before you dry it off,

Soaring into a cloud in the sky,

That is me who is light and fluffy,

that is you.

gravibusme,

Lacrima'equa'eeffusa'enonsuntteexspectaveruntutarescantea,etinnubibusortasuntHocmevolitantem,hocte.

The cloud of lovesickness turns into the rain of lovesickness,

fall at your feet,

Watering out the flowers and leaves of Acacia.

Nubesamorisamabilitatisinpluviamamorisvertit,etsubpedibustuiscadit,floresetamatoriaefoliaeffens.

Each petal holds the dew of lovesickness;

Every vein is flowing with the blood of lovesickness.

Omnepetalum rorea acaciaeadhaesit: omnisvenaacaciaesanguinefluit.

Till the heart shall wither,

Turned into a handful of dust.

Doneccortandemarescetetinpulveremconvertatur.

At that time,

There is only one thing left in this world,

flowing between heaven and earth,

Acacia is still there,

Deafening love.

Eotempore,

modoadhucinhocmundo, intercoelumetterraminterfluens,

adhu camorierat

ingensamo.

All the winds blow to you,

All thoughts run to you,

you are my name

You are my eternal life.

Totusventusspiratadte, omniscogitationesadte, tunomenmeum,

tuvita aeternamea.""

"I love you! Every day in the future, I will pursue you countless times! I love you so much! Outrageous!" I was holding a broom, tilting my buttocks, holding a cane, closing my eyes and shouting hoarsely: " I have nothing! Only me, and my worthless poems, paintings and songs and dances to accompany you! I have a heart that loves you! I will do my best! I can’t catch up! Because I already belong to you! Ahhhh !"

I screamed loudly and let out my feelings, and the whole city knew that my marriage with him had no retreat, and it was vigorous.

"Madame!!! Xiaosha!!!" Claude ran down the spiral staircase desperately. If he could fly, he would jump out of every gorgeous stained glass window to look for me. Flew out, in that gypsy girl little Shana, in his wife, he was going after his heart.

"Wow" suddenly a basin of cold water poured down, it turned out that the old bishop was wearing a nightcap and a nightgown: "Who, kid! Do you know the etiquette and shame when confessing to the vicar under the church in broad daylight?! Also, do you know?" Know that it can’t affect the elderly’s nap?!”

"It's not necessary! Old man, wake up! Just a little bit... I love you, my vicar!" I made a long and exaggerated grimace at the old bishop, my tongue was numb, and I ran at the old bishop again. On the second floor, Claude, who was anxiously looking at me from the window, showed a big smile.

Claude was out of breath, and the black shadow flew by quickly, and he flew layer by layer. He was melancholy and calm, and he could run wildly for love once in this life.

Although my voice is also hoarse, I still try to shout: "Keep playing music and dancing!"

"You two are not going to end well! You are completely different people, like apples and pears!" the old bishop yelled at me impatiently.

"That's not true! I and Xiaosha are inseparable!" Claude panicked, refuted the old bishop by the window, and then ran.

"Claude, I don't believe him, I want to challenge genetically modified grafting!" I danced and danced in the snow, having fun.

"What-what-a ghost?!" the old bishop yelled.

"I-love-k-lo-d!!!" I said the loudest voice in my life.

Claude rushed out from the church door, regardless of my wetness, hugged me tightly, we fell to the ground, and fell on the lips of two people kissing.

In a sense, I realized my wish, watching the sea of ​​flowers with him, falling in a spring, in the afterglow of dusk, a strange and passionate love.

On the opposite side of the Gongde Yuegui Mansion, Christina and Lily could see it clearly.

"She loves the archdeacon very much, and she will not be anyone's mistress. Which man would not envy a beauty who can have such a passionate love. I can't help but love her. I have never had a passionate love, alas." Lily Leaning on the window sill with Christina, she praised Christina: "You have no chance."

"Who cares about her." Christina rolled her eyes, but her mouth was smiling wryly, her heart was as sad as it was being pulled: "..."

Claude hugged the wet me and rolled in the sea of ​​snowflakes. He held my head and kissed me tightly. My hair stuck to my face and was tightly wrapped around his hands.

He doesn't feel cold, I just feel hot.

"Aren't you angry? Not taboo? Not afraid?" I felt that I was a bit too exaggerated. Claude and I are now famous, but I want to pursue him!

Our love is so capricious and bold.

My action stunned the medieval townspeople in the square, which had never been done before.

"I have no scruples, love my wife, and go forward." Claude is actually acting like a baby to me!

His voice was gentle, sad and passionate, wrapped around my lips and face, like a slowly flowing magma: "Little enemy, quickly take me to hell~ I just want to love you."

"I...I want to get up (wash) clothes and clothes." I was bitten by his kiss until I couldn't speak clearly, and just as I was about to speak, his lips chased after me.

I have soiled his gown by going down the chimney, and have just had another basin of cold water.

"Okay." Claude was like a well-ventilated chimney, breathing out steam, and the coals were red.

"Let's go to the river, you sit with me." Claude changed my wet clothes and wrapped me in a simple red skirt with the cloak he gave me.

Gradually, people came and went in the square, trampling the snow, and their footprints mixed the two people in the sea of ​​flowers into one.

The bustling fading away, Claude watched the girl in front of him washing his teaching gown, which had white pinch marks and was filled with the sweet fragrance of a woman. Claude looked at the person in front of him fascinated, thinking that he would Just wear this robe.

"Look at Claude, sunset! Flower sea, sunset, we have it all, on this day, I am so happy!"

The sun is gradually setting, and the clouds in the sky are purple and red, mixed with light blue and light yellow, gorgeous and dazzling, but so harmonious, reconciling the big sun like red oranges, and softening the hot and dazzling sun, I am willing to let mortals look directly at its beauty, my love does not need colorful clouds to hide its shame.

Claude's gray-blue eyes pierced through the river and sky, and fell on the girl's side face: she was crooked on his shoulders, huddled in his arms, her clear forehead was orange, The delicate nose and the shadow under the eyelashes are light purple. She is like a cloud, and her long curly hair that has just been dried is swaying far away. The fragrance entangled his heart, the red, sky blue, and lavender light and shadow changed each other, and every tip of hair shimmered with a faint sparkle.

"I don't want to say anything, just kiss you."

"Then... is today's portrait qualified?"

"God, I love it! But all the archangels understand how much I love you."

There is only a fiery red head left in a big sun. When it landed on the water, the lovers kissed each other softly, catching the last passing time. The waterfowl skipped across the water, drawing an arc, Fly over the brightly lit cathedral behind the lover, and fly to the star river in the darkening sky.

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I went to the river beach square to dance, and shared the dinner made by Claude with the nun. The nun was also dumbfounded by my confession today, but she was a little moved. She ruined her whole life on the word "love". Said: "Golden ten thousand taels are easy to get, but a confidant is hard to find."

Everyone knows my lover, so the crowd watching my dance today is especially full. I have also become the "great witch" and "wonderful woman" in Paris, and I earn a lot of money today.

The moment I pushed open the door, my sister was sitting on the edge of the bed in horror. Phoebe changed from her usual frivolous and hippie smile, and showed me a terrifying smile: "Beauty, I found you~ Heh."

I turned my head with tears in my eyes, and was horrified to find that the cover of my printing machine had been lifted off...

Tears rolled down.

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Chapter 79 The Assassination of Phoebes, My Sister's Act of Justice After Waking Up, and the Imprisoned Petite Salome "What did you find, what is that, I don't know?" Hold your arms together in a gesture of resistance.

"Stop pretending, Salome, do you think I don't know? Haven't you ever eaten pork, or seen a pig run away? I've also arrested many scholars over the years. What kind of printing machine is this thing, right?" Fei Bis hugged his trembling and crying sister and leaned on the bed, staring at me, got up and walked towards me slowly, and unbuttoned his clothes bit by bit.

I tried my best to calm myself down, held back my tears desperately, raised my head slightly, squirmed my pale lips, and evoked a far-fetched cold smile: "What is it? I don't understand it at all! Phoebes, I don't know it Why did it appear at my place? Maybe the 'rebellious party' in the city put it here while I was away, and I'm not at home these days."

"I don't care! It's you who was found here! Do you think you still have a chance to argue now? You dying little beauty." Phoebus walked around me, opened his clothes, and put his arms around me He squeezed his waist severely, and stared at his eyes: "Only I know about this matter, now you have only two choices, break up with the archdeacon completely, and be willing to be my mistress for the rest of your life! Otherwise, you go to The Bastille was tortured and died on the stake. Your dear old man, the archdeacon, will also be implicated. Don’t you love him? Satisfy my lust first, and I will let him go. How about it, it's a good deal..."

"I did it all, and it has nothing to do with anyone. I will take all the responsibility." I really had no other choice, and I started to act badly, taking all the responsibility on me alone.

"You're crazy! You're crazy, Xiaosha! You're going to die! You're dead, you nonsense! You're dying! You dead child!" My sister ran over and broke down crying at me, slapped me, and cried Si Hengliu knelt on the ground and slapped herself wildly, beat her chest and feet, grabbed the ground with her head, knocked down the table like crazy, her long black hair covered her face, and the ribbon of her red skirt was torn apart: "I didn't realize it." , my lust|desire, I happily brought my favorite man home, I killed my sister with my own hands! Xiaosha, tell me I did it! If I can help you, just say yes I did it!"

I hurriedly cried and took her hand: "Sister, I'm not wrong, it's all my responsibility. I said that I want to save everyone by myself... It's worth it! I'm not someone who will risk my life, But things have come to this, this is a last resort, I have no way out."

"Phoebes, for the sake of you and my husband and wife, don't take my sister away, please, don't take her away, I will serve you all my life, and when I am old and useless, I will also Kneel down to shine your shoes, shine your spurs, tie your ribbon, and serve you for the rest of your life, please!"

Phoebus pinched my sister's chin and shook it viciously: "My dear, I feel sorry for you, but you have to make your sister show some attitude, you know what I want!"

The elder sister cried hoarsely, and she fell to the ground unable to speak a word.

I hugged my sister tightly, leaned against her face, and gently brushed her black hair back: "Sister, thank you, but I will definitely die. If I don't die, more people will be involved, and I will have a restless conscience for the rest of my life. Do you come back?" Come home, live well, without me, don't be confused again."

My tears dripped down my sister's face, and the hot sadness rolled down my chin.

"Tianlei and horns! Damn it! If you are going to die, you have to let me do it first!" Phoebus pulled me up in a rage, cursed and carried me on his shoulders. The list unexpectedly rushed to the first place, the elder sister was in the second place, and the fiancée Lily was in the penultimate place. Maybe it was because they couldn't get it and were always in commotion.

"No!" I pinched, pinched, and picked at him. I resisted very fiercely. I specifically pinched his bruises from my brother's beating, and even scratched his face.

Phoebes threw me to the ground in pain, and my back was hit badly. I lay on the ground, clutching my waist and moaning.

Phoebus rode on me, unbuttoned my cloak and skirt while kissing, and slapped my face several times.

Phoebes knocked my head to the ground again, and this time I passed out for the episode, arms hanging by my side, no more struggling.

Just when Phoebe was about to do whatever he wanted to me, the tear-stained sister raised the dagger from behind Phoebe like a ghost.

"Ah! Damn God!" Phoebus was stabbed fiercely in the back. His sister twisted the dagger inserted into his left back, and knelt down with her blood-stained hand hanging down.

Phoebes also passed out from the pain. I don’t know how long it took, maybe an hour. Phoebes’ aide-de-camp found him and my sister’s hut, and saw this horrifying scene: Phoebe covered in blood. Bees was on top of a girl who was slumped and passed out, and another girl was also passed out with blood on her hands.

"Killer! Come on! The gypsy witch killed Captain Phoebes!" The aide-de-camp ran to the yamen. The old governor was about to go to bed at that time, and he almost cried out on the spot when he heard the news. In the past, I took the servants overnight to send Phoebus to the imperial doctor Jacques to bandage him for rescue, and dragged my sister and me to the cell in a coma.

Claude didn't sleep all night, tossing and turning in the bedroom of Notre Dame, his heart was overwhelmed, and he couldn't fall asleep. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he was always restless. He simply put on his clothes and read the diary of him and Xiaosha all night.

Until the next day, Claude was sadly told by the monks that he was invited to jury a case of witchcraft, murder and treason. The defendants were the witches Salome Gorgon and Esmeralda. Gothon, the plaintiff is Captain Phoebes de Châteaupe, who is also under investigation because his "mistress" the witch Salome is the defendant.

"That's Salome who is chasing after the archdeacon!"

"Mother of God, witch!"

"The vice bishop will also be investigated. It's too tragic. Witches are harmful! Especially beautiful witches!"

"These sisters are both gypsy witches and sluts! Terrible, horrible!"

I pursed my mouth speechlessly, thinking that this group of people really had nothing to do. They watched the bustle of the Yamen all day long. My sister and I were separately shackled and escorted from the cell to the Yamen. They kept talking to each other. We pointed and pointed, and some women even rushed up to beat us.

But I didn't panic at all. I took small square steps and showed the momentum of singing. I was able to keep my sister. I no longer had that kind of worldly desire. Will forget me, brother and sister will not forget me, Claude... will not forget me, but I hope he forgets me, I will be with him for the rest of my life, I will break my promise after all.

My sister was very depressed, her face was pale, and she couldn't stop shaking. No matter how the servants pulled her, the shackles rattled, I really wanted to hold her hand, I squeezed to try, and put my fingers in the shackles to her Enough, okay, I gave up, I can't reach it, I continue to take a tragic step.

The yamen servant at the back gave me a hard push back: "Hurry up and leave!"

"I've never died, can't you let me dangle? It's so annoying!" I almost fell down, pouted my small mouth and turned my head back to squint my eyes. The alert little eyes were very flexible, and I looked at him dissatisfied.

The big yamen servant shrank his head back: "You are sick."

"If you have medicine, I will be sick." I continued to bullshit, alas, even if a person dies, he still has to have some fun and send it away happily.

"Hurry up!" The yamen servant yelled at me.

"Tsk! Don't push me! I can walk by myself!" I turned around and stared arrogantly.

The yamen servant yelled at me three more times: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" I scratched my face in grief and anger, stepped into the gate of the yamen, and was pushed back again.

I looked back at the yamen servant speechlessly, he pretended to be nonchalant and returned to the queue, and I was instantly stared at by no one.

"Cough!" I cleared my throat and continued to take square steps: "Huh? Huh!" Two strong executioners came up to hold my arms, and pushed me into the "painful" regret chair, the kind with a board in front.We crossed our calves and pouted at Lord Fu Yin.

"Little Sha!" Claude stood up. He wanted to hug me. The way I was in shackles and chains made his heart ache. He wanted to die.

I wanted to jump up and wave to him, just like before, but I was imprisoned and couldn't move. I could only show a bright comforting smile to Claude in embarrassment.

Claude is also subject to investigation by the Holy See. The archbishop allowed him to be a juror, but he was not allowed to participate in my defense. Claude was also closely guarded by the Holy See guards.

"Who is there in the hall?" The old man, Mr. Fu Yin, spoke to me in an official tone.

I smiled hippie: "Didn't you know me a long time ago? I, Salome~" I arched forward, and the table was almost brought down by me.

Mr. Fu Yin rubbed his temples, the master looked disgusted and didn't see it.

I am Salome, and I defend myself.

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