【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

The moment Claude pushed the door of the torture room open, his heart was already broken.

The executioner dragged her out, who was still breathing. She lowered her head, her hair was soaked in sweat and stuck to her face. Xiaosha's normally energetic golden eyes lost their bright and bright eyes, but she still managed to open them.Her lips were dry and cracked, with traces of blood oozing from them, bright red and dazzling, her cloak and skirt were wrapped around her by Claude himself, but now the girl's full breasts and round thighs are all exposed, Her long, golden-brown curly hair, like sea waves, is in a mess, with drips of blood dripping from time to time. Blood and sweat slide down her slender and soft neck. Her beautiful body is dragged roughly like this, two Her delicate and small feet were bleeding on the ground, and she was supported by these fierce and strong men, like a fawn waiting to be slaughtered in a trap.

"Mr. Ella, can I carry her for a while?" Claude rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, his voice trembling with sadness and forbearance.

"Okay, Mr. Vice-Bishop, but I want to tell you that you only have this chance to contact her." Mr. Kuli signaled the executioner to let go of me, and Claude immediately took me over and put him in his arms.

Claude gently put me on his back, I hugged his neck, I couldn't open my eyes, I just felt a burst of warmth, I couldn't help but want to subconsciously grasp the support under me, the faint sandalwood on my body Aroma, I know it's him, my forever Claude.

"Claude..." I hugged him tightly, whispering his name, tears dripping down his neck, cool.

Claude felt the strength of my grasping him, and said softly to me: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Claude, walk slowly... I can't catch up with you!" I was taken back to the main hall of the Palace of Justice, where the walls were covered with pale yellow lilies. Walking outside, in a sea of ​​flowers, he ran far, far away, and I fell into a coma in a beautiful dream.

"Xiaosha, you idiot, you're talking nonsense again."

Claude put me gently on the chair with a doting wry smile. I collapsed on the table and was unconscious. I couldn't hear the judges' sentence at all.

The cruel official handed over the painting I drew to the two justices and Mr. Fuyin for circulation.

They didn't know when they caught my little snake, Vanessa, and put them in a thick wooden cage. Vanessa called me hissingly, but I didn't see a response.

"Throw this witch Salome and her beast snakes into the Bastille! I'll be burned in a month's time!" His Majesty Fu Yin stared solemnly, and with the final word, the three of them casually pronounced my death sentence.

Claude closed his eyes in grief and pain.

"No! Xiaosha!" My sister was untied and rushed towards me. Seeing me, she could only cry helplessly. She knew that I had taken all the blame for her.

As a result of my arguments, my sister was acquitted, and I will spend the last month of my life in a dungeon.

In fact, I was relatively calm about this result, who else but me, but fortunately my leg was fine except for a little pain at the beginning, I yawned and scratched my itchy butt in a daze.

I just fell into a coma and was dragged away by the yamen servants. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a dark place, and I didn't know where I was.

"Brother! Sister! Claude!" I helplessly looked out from a small single-sided glass window on the thick iron door and yelled: "Come—people—ah! My mother! Help! There is wood Someone..."

This window can actually see the inside from the outside, but not the outside from the inside, just like the stained glass windows of Notre Dame Cathedral.

"Hey... Go back, what are you shouting for?" An old jailer with a rosy nose patted on the iron gate vigorously.

"I'm going to pee! I'm going to shit!" I continued yelling.

"You can solve it by yourself, do you think you are staying in a hotel when you go to prison?!" The jailer said impatiently to me.

"I'm hungry!" That's right, I was too tired from being tortured, and I was hungry again... I clutched my growling stomach.

"Meals are only distributed at night!" The jailer was about to die of anger at me.

"I'm thirsty!" I continued to ask for things, I'm not dead yet, I have to pursue some quality of life and be so positive, hey.

"Why are you so serious! Stop talking! Shut up! This kid's mouth is too broken!" The old man was going to be mad at me.

"Hmm..." I didn't say anything for a long time, but I couldn't hold back and said again: "There is one more thing!"

"What are you doing?!" the old jailer roared unbearably.

"I... I just want to apologize for bothering you again."

The jailer couldn't bear me anymore, his white eyebrows, old face and purple mouth twitched, and he turned away resolutely after cursing a mother.

"Don't forget to bring me water and food at night!" I continued to shamelessly instruct the jailer who was going away, and the old man staggered so angry that he almost stumbled.

"It's really boring. I don't know how long I'll be locked up." I picked up a small piece of chalk-like white stone in the cell, and I drew Claude's face on the prison wall and installed a huge nose. Write a "Claude" on the first brick on the far left. Today is the first day, and write his name every day to count the number of days.

I spend every day thinking about Claude, the time flies by, and I write "Claude" all over the wall.

I "house" in the prison every day to eat and drink, and live a shameless and happy life before the barbecue. I always imagine Claude holding me and dancing in the daytime, and leaning against his portrait at night The location slept well.

One night, after I finished my moldy leftovers and drank some water, I clapped my hands contentedly, when suddenly an old cry for help came from the next door: "Help! My head is stuck!"

I looked through the dark hole in the wall. A gray-haired old man in court clothes was locked in a small cage where only one person could squat down. The poor old man may have wanted to breathe, but his head was locked by a wooden railing. Stuck, unable to retract, he was uncomfortable kneeling there, surrounded by guards, who kept pushing his head, but it didn't help.

"Hey!" I yelled, and the guards turned to look for me, only to find that the sound came from a small hole in the wall.

"Is it about women? I'm so embarrassed!"

"Master jailer! Master! Alas!" The elder jailer didn't want to talk to me, but I kept harassing him.

"What are you doing?" the jailer asked me helplessly.

"I heard you take his pants off and his head comes out." I've heard this "remedy" before.

"Really?" The jailer closed his eyes and was about to take off the old prisoner's pants, and the old man went out with a "ber~" in his head.

"You woman, you are disrespectful! Disrespectful..." The old man in the cage blushed.

"You are so old, no one is looking at you, it's not that the pants are not down, but the head is out." I retreated to my cell and drank slowly.

"Stinky girl, how did you get in here?" The old prisoner asked me, "I conspired against me, murdered me, this and that..." I actually didn't know what to order, just a "murderous case caused by a printing press".

"Oh, you are still a serious criminal!" The old man sighed deeply.

I spread my hands and felt helpless: "It's nothing, I don't know what's going on, I'm confused, I committed all the crimes in the code of Hammurabi, it's outrageous."

"How did you come in? Uncle, you look like an official!"

I joined in the fun with the old man again.

"The emperor asked me to study alchemy, but I didn't succeed, so I squatted here." The old man got angry when he mentioned the emperor.

"Then it's too miserable for you." I feel that squatting like this all the time is too uncomfortable, life is worse than death.

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When Claude went back, he looked for John decisively, and discussed giving the land to Mrs. Christine, maybe she could save my life. Christine has always wanted to expand the territory of downtown Paris.

"John, I think... I want to give away the land to save your sister-in-law's life, you see..." Claude hesitated, he didn't know how to speak.

"Of course!" John agreed without hesitation, and didn't care: "Brother, you have the final say, as long as you think about it."

"John..." Claude's eyes were red with emotion.

"Brother, what are you doing! I'm very generous, my sister-in-law has always been very kind to me, what could be more important than her life!" John waved his hand generously.

The next day, Claude came to Christine with the land deed and house deed. Mrs. Christine was very excited when she heard that the archdeacon was going to give the land to her. Me, she was lying to Claude. She promised Claude to give him hope on the surface, but in fact she just wanted to lie to him. For a whole month, Xiaosha was not rescued.

Claude also suspects Mrs. Christine, but he has no other choice. Now the prison is very strict, especially prohibiting Claude from visiting Salome.

Claude thought of Anne Boleyn again. She said that she would never forget Xiaosha's kindness. Now that Xiaosha is in trouble, she should help.

But when Claude begged to see Anne Boleyn impatiently, she couldn't do anything, because the crime I committed was too serious. Except for Christine, no one could ask the emperor to spare my life, not even the princess. this matter.

"I can only take you to meet her..." Anne said regretfully to Claude.

Claude finally came to the prison and saw Xiaosha whom he had been thinking about day and night. Claude looked in from the single-sided glass and saw Xiaosha pretending to dance with him. Xiaosha missed him, his head, his name filled the cold and dark cell, Xiaosha entertained herself, the light seeping from the hole in the wall hit her hair and body, she felt the light Dancing, the whole body is shining.

"Dong dong dong..." I was intoxicated in sweet fantasies when three signals came from the glass window: "Xiaosha, Xiaosha, Xiaosha..."

"Claude!" It was really Claude. At first I thought I was dreaming, but here he is!

I was so excited that I rolled and crawled to the glass window. I couldn't see him, but he could see me. He touched my face carefully through the glass, and the shadow of the girl I dreamed of appeared in Keluo again. He fell in front of De's eyes, and he shed two lines of clear and emotional tears.

I put my face on the glass door, closed my eyes, and tried to feel Claude. I turned around mischievously, and kissed deeply on the glass. Claude looked at me and smiled sweetly. Putting her hand on mine and kissing me through the glass, Anne couldn't hold back her tears at this bitter but sweet scene.

"Miss Salome, I can't save you, what else can I do for you?" Annie leaned against the door and asked me.

"Miss Anne! They are going to cut my hair tomorrow, please help me, can I not cut my hair, I like my hair the most, people always have to be decent in the end." I leaned on the glass Claude, the glass rises with hot mist of my tears and Claude's.

"Well, I promise you," cried Anne Boleyn.

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