[Count of Monte Cristo] Love and hatred

chapter121

Yes, when the Count of Monte Cristo finally knew the truth about Mei Tess's disappearance, the first thing he had to do was meet his enemy.

When the count's carriage stopped at the door of Villefort's house, the hostess's face showed both surprise and surprise.You know, if the Earl had come a few minutes earlier, he would have met his nominal opponent, Lord Weimar, here, and Mrs. Villefort had heard rumors of discord between the two.In that case, if they don't perform a good scene where the enemies meet each other with jealousy, it is obviously impossible to end it.

However, it is Madame de Villefort who is most fortunate now. She does not want to offend the English gentleman who just sent away, but also wants to please the mysterious earl in front of her.

"It is an unfortunate coincidence that my husband is at the chancellor's," said Madame de Villefort, smiling, "and I think he will be sorry to miss seeing you."

The count followed her into the drawing-room of Villefort's house for the first time.Because there are a few tall chestnut trees outside the house, blocking the sunlight, the air seems to be filled with a dull and depressing atmosphere, and the decoration here is as rigid and serious as the character of the host.He couldn't help wondering whether a person's mind would be just as gloomy if he had to live in such an environment for a long time.

In fact, the Earl's judgment was not bad at all, and the mistress of the house was such a person.Although this woman named Heloise always had a sweet smile, her heart was filled with strong anxiety.The hard-hearted prosecutor husband has never been indifferent to her, and Villefort's father, Mr. Noirtier, hates her very much. That kind of disgust can be said to be written on his face from time to time. He felt it in his eyes.And her stepdaughter Valentine, though simple and kind, had a face resembling her mother's.Valentine's presence reminds Heloise all the time that you are just a pathetic substitute.

It can be said that Madame de Villefort has always been jealous of Valentine's mother.She is beautiful, noble, rich, and most importantly, she once had Villefort's love.Madame de Villefort was even more convinced of this after accidentally hearing that the name Edward was originally intended by Renee for the child in her womb.Because of this, how could she really love Renee's daughter?

And her greatest anxiety comes from her only son Edward.Although giving birth to this child allowed her to gain status in this family, it was far from enough.Like any mother, Madame de Villefort loved her only son very much, and since little Edward was almost her spiritual support in this cold family, this love became overwhelming and almost spoiled the child. up.

But she left no dowry to her little Edward, which, by French law, was at the disposal of her husband.In this family, Valentine was heir to the Saint-Meran couple, and Noirtier preferred the granddaughter to the grandson.And her husband, Villefort, though he didn't seem to care about Valentine, he didn't care about her little Edward either.

Therefore, as much as Madame de Villefort loved her child, she feared that her child would have nothing like herself.Under this torment, Madame de Villefort always had a voice in her heart, asking her to put an end to all this uneasiness.

And right now, there seems to be an opportunity.

Madame de Villefort exchanged pleasantries with the Count of Monte Cristo.Before she could send for someone, her spoiled son, little Edward, ran into the living room.He did not come to thank the earl for saving his life last time, but concentrated on plucking the feathers of a large parrot on a gilded stand, trying to put it on his hat as a feather.

"Oh, this naughty boy," Madame de Villefort looked at her little Edward with a doting look, "but please forgive him, he is so clever."

A smile appeared on the count's mouth, not because he agreed with Madame de Villefort, thinking that this eccentric and willful child was clever or cute, but because the mother's performance made him realize that he was one step closer to the success of his plan .

And little Edward seems to be very useful to this kind of "lesson" from his mother, constantly wreaking havoc in the room, frequently interrupting the conversations of the adults, trying to gain more attention.Madame de Villefort, compelled to lose face, sent him to his sister Valentine.

The count noticed that Madame de Villefort had carefully closed the door, as if intending to have a secret conversation with him.Although he had secretly investigated Villefort long ago and knew everything about the prosecutor's house, he still pretended to know nothing and asked, "I didn't expect you to be the mother of two children at such a young age. "

"No, she is the daughter of Villefort's ex-wife, and she is already a big girl." Mrs. Villefort said with a smile, "It's a pity that she is naturally depressed. When the two neighbors came, she didn't come out."

"It doesn't matter, there will be chances in the future," the count paused for a moment, he did not forget the purpose of his coming here, "I am here this time, mainly to give you the prescription from last time, which is what I used to wake up people in the carriage. That potion that dazzled little Edward."

"Oh, it's hard for you to remember," said Madame de Villefort, with a smile. "Since what happened last time, I have often worried that if something like that happens next time, and you are not around, what should we do?" What should I do? I'm just worried that it might be too rash, after all, such prescriptions are usually secret."

"No, I made this prescription myself," the earl spread out his hands. "Actually, its main ingredient is Acacia. Alkaline. Essence, a substance extracted from the skin and fruit of Acacia."

"You made it yourself?" said Madame de Villefort in astonishment. "You seem to be a good pharmacologist."

The Earl nodded, "Thank you. But you must be careful about the configuration of the medicine, because if you are not careful, it will have the opposite effect. In fact, I first experimented with chickens, and those poor chickens all died in the end. It's just that there is no special change in any of their organs, but a phenomenon of excitement in the nervous system. In layman's terms, it is cerebral congestion. That is to say, they were not poisoned to death, but died of apoplexy. of."

"Chickens can also have strokes? I believe it is a very rare disease," Madame de Villefort chuckled.

"But apoplexy is a very common disease in humans," said the count in a casual tone.

"Yeah, Edward's grandfather couldn't move because of a stroke." Mrs. Villefort sighed slightly, but there was no sad expression on her face.But after saying this, she seemed to have realized something, and said in a contemplative tone, "I didn't die from poisoning, but I died from a stroke...Fortunately, only pharmacologists can understand this kind of thing." Otherwise, if it is misused on people, even doctors may not be able to find out what the real cause of death is.”

"That's right, madam, that's exactly what I want to remind you," the count pondered for a moment. "This medicine is very dangerous. One drop can save lives, but five or six drops can kill people. The most terrible thing is that if you take it Poured into a glass of water, it doesn't affect the smell of the water at all. So be careful with it!"

While speaking, the count noticed a meaningful smile on the corner of Madame de Villefort's mouth.He knew very well what Madame de Villefort wanted the prescription for.Therefore, when he took out the beryl box containing the prescription, he also hesitated for a moment, because he remembered that Mel had warned him not to hurt innocent people.

However, when he remembered that Villefort was the murderer who killed Maisette, his heart was completely filled with hatred.It was that person who killed his lover, and he wants to take everything from him!

The count did not hesitate any longer, and handed the box together with the prescription to Madame de Villefort.

They discussed it for a while longer to make sure she would use the prescription.But the count soon discovered that Madame de Villefort had a certain understanding of botany and mineralogy, and was also very familiar with the use of stills and crucibles. He really had nothing to teach her.

"It seems that you don't need to find a doctor to dispense your medicine," said the count in a flattering tone.

"Actually, I have always been very interested in this mysterious science. It is full of imagination about the unknown world, dangerous and attractive." Madame de Villefort said with a smile, "It's a pity that I'm not a man, otherwise I might Can be another Fontaine and make a career out of it."

The count did feel sorry for her, not because she was not a man, but because among the ladies he met, few were as knowledgeable as he was, enough to have a complete dialogue with him in a certain field people.Such a woman is doomed to be unhappy when she marries Villefort.Or it can be said that any woman who has a relationship with Villefort is unfortunate.

So, as he was about to leave, the Count could not help reminding her again of the terrible potency of the drug.In a part of his heart, maybe he also hoped that she would change her mind and not open that Pandora's box.

"I will make good use of it," Madame de Villefort assured again and again.

The count nodded, but when he walked out the door, he caught a glimpse of Madame de Villefort holding the beryl box, with a strange gleam in her eyes.

He sighed slightly. This medicine can save people, but it can also harm people. When it falls into this dark soil, what kind of flower it will bloom depends entirely on God's will.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the mines and nutrient solution of Asarum Erliang, it was a waste of money, okay~