[Count of Monte Cristo] Love and hatred

chapter140

For a moment, Mei Tess even suspected that the maverick Eugenie was a modern time traveler just like her.But she quickly dismissed the idea, because the handkerchief was for Vampa, and calling [-] in the United States meant nothing to people in this day and age.

"Vampa, think about it again, has Eugenie mentioned this number before, or hinted to you?" Mei Tess prompted.

"I've been thinking about that while I was on the horse," Vampa shook his head angrily. "I'm sure not."

After thinking for a while, Mei Tess asked again, "Did she give you any other presents?"

"No..." Vampa spread her hands, "Oh, wait, I remembered, she gave me a collection of poems before, which seems to be "Shakespeare's Sonnets."

"I'll get it," said Haidee at once.She hurried to the study, retrieved a beautifully bound copy of Shakespeare's Sonnets, and handed it to Mei Tess.

Plum Tess opened the catalog and suddenly realized that the number was 116, not 911.She turned to the 116th sonnet and began to recite softly:

"I will never admit the union of two true hearts

There will be any obstacle; love is not true love,

If you turn the rudder as soon as you see people change,

Or leave as soon as you see someone turning a corner,

Oh no!Love is an everlasting tower lamp,

Disdainful of the storm but unmoved;

Love is another star that guides the lost boat,

You can measure how high it is, but its value is infinite.

Love is not played by time,

Although the red lips and beautiful face will inevitably suffer from the poison of time;

Love is not changed by a momentary change,

It stands tall until the end of the end.

If I say this wrongly, or be proved false,

Even if I didn't write poetry, no one really loved..."

In fact, this poem is not unfamiliar to Mei Tess. She still remembers the shocking scene in the movie "Sense and Sensibility" in [-] when the heartbroken Marian recited this poem in a storm.Now when I read it again, my mentality is completely different. After experiencing all this, every line of the poem seems to hit her heart directly.

She had promised Edmund at the Château d'If that she would wait for his return.Now that he really came back, she thought that if she returned the ring to him, she would no longer owe him anything, but... maybe Haidee was right, she couldn't deceive her heart.

"Thank you, Mae Tess," said Vampa excitedly. "I think I understand what she means. What is love if you run away when you encounter setbacks and leave when you encounter obstacles?"

Mei Tess raised her head, her amber eyes flickered, as if this was not Eugenie's hint to Vampa, but advice to her.

"I know what I should do," Vampa put on his hat, turned and walked towards the gate.But when he walked into the rain again, he suddenly turned his head and smiled, "Plum Tess, I hope you know too."

The long night is far from over.

The sheriff visited the Count of Morcerf with two of his men.When they entered, they noticed that all the furniture was covered with cloth. It seemed that the house would change hands soon.

After a brief exchange of greetings, the sheriff explained the purpose of their visit. The reason why they came all night was because someone found the body of the countess outside of Paris. Her throat was cut and blood was everywhere in the carriage.

However, Albert was not very surprised when he heard the news.He knew that Madame de Morcerf had escaped from Paris with a large amount of property, and that she had always swaggered through the streets, so it was difficult to guarantee that she would not be targeted by robbers.

"Do you know why Madame de Morcerf is there?"

"Yes." Albert showed a sad expression on his face. "Because of my father's accident recently, my mother is going to leave Paris for a while and go outside to relax. If I am not busy preparing for the marriage, I will definitely accompany her We went together, in that case, maybe she wouldn't..."

"Your Excellency, please don't blame yourself, after all, no one would have expected such a thing to happen," the police chief comforted.

"Has the murderer been caught?" asked Albert.

The sheriff shook his head helplessly, "No."

"Then do you have any clues?"

"This is not an ordinary robbery. When we arrived at the scene, we found that the belongings around Mrs. Morcerf had not been touched." The sheriff handed a heavy flannelette package to Albert's hand, "The driver is also dead. , we could find no other witnesses..."

"Since the murderer cannot be found, can I make a small request?" Albert said in an extremely sincere tone, "I hope that Your Excellency can help preserve my mother's reputation."

The sheriff immediately understood Albert's meaning, "You mean you want us to conceal this matter?"

Albert buried his face in his hands, "Yes, to the outside world I will claim that she died for my father, Count Morcerf, and people will praise her and praise her, which is much better than saying that she died at the hands of robbers. "

In fact, the sheriff was worried that he would not be able to find the murderer and it would be difficult to close the case, so Albert's words were completely in line with his wishes.After exchanging glances with his subordinates, the sheriff nodded, "We assure you that there will be no news about this matter."

"Thank you," Albert's eyes flashed with gratitude, "Then I'll leave it to you."

After the sheriff and his party left, the sad expression on Albert's face disappeared immediately. Madame de Morcerf's death would win him more sympathy in the Parisian social circle, which was a good thing for him.

The last time he saw her was in her bedroom, when she was busy packing valuables, and she was obviously caught off guard by this sudden blow.

"Are you going?" asked Albert.

"What else?" said Madame de Morcerf.

"The earl's funeral has not yet taken place."

"Do you really care about him?"

"He's my father."

"Now that it has come to pass, I will tell you," said Madame de Morcerf, stuffing the jewels into the package, "that Morcerf is not your father."

In fact, Albert had already guessed this result.

After all, Mrs. Morcerf, the only mistress of the family, was not much older than him, so it was impossible to have a son like him, and there was nothing like Morcerf in him.Therefore, he could not talk about any affection for Morcerf's father.

But since he can be adopted by Morcerf, at least it proves that he has a noble birth.Regarding this point, Albert never doubted that his beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament all proved his genuine aristocratic blood.He once thought that he was a descendant of a prince, and he was raised here because he was afraid of being framed by political opponents.And his father must be handsome, chic, elegant, and rich, just like Monte Cristo.

Yes, when the Count of Monte Cristo appeared, Albert's heart was not without suspicion.This man lived up to all his fantasies about his father, he saved him from Roman robbers, he cared for him, he treated him differently, he was even willing to fight a duel for him.

When he uttered this conjecture, Mrs. Morcerf's ridicule broke all his fantasies, "You can't be the son of the Count of Monte Cristo, you are just a shameful illegitimate child."

Albert strangled the woman by the neck in anger.

"Anyway, I'm your mother in name," the woman said struggling.

"That's not what you said that night in Normandy!"

"Let go of me, I'll tell you everything."

Albert let go at last.

Under his coercion, the woman spoke intermittently what she knew.Just after the Earl of Morcerf died, she received a secret telegram from the Duke of Buckingham asking her to stay here.But she didn't want to do what he said, she had enjoyed so many years of luxurious life, she was not willing to be a pawn, she was going to run away with the money.

"What does that Duke who is so powerful in Great Britain have anything to do with our family?" Albert asked suspiciously.

"It was he who asked me to marry your father and to do things for him," Madame de Morcerf explained. "At first I didn't believe that a nobleman like Morcerf would be willing to marry a woman like me, but he saw The first time I saw it, I knew he was in love with me. Too bad he was probably wounded in the Greek war, so couldn't..."

"Shut up," interrupted Albert.Although he didn't have much affection for this adoptive father, after all, he was the one who brought him into the noble circle and gave him a decent life. He didn't want to hear insults to him from this woman. "You said that the Duke of Buckingham asked you to do things for him? What have you done behind Earl Morcerf's back all these years?"

Mrs. Morcerf read the threat from Albert's murderous eyes, "I didn't do anything to hurt the Earl of Morcerf. I just regularly reported his movements to the Duke of Buckingham. And I followed his orders." , to Corsica to bring you back to Paris."

"So, do you know who my real parents are?"

"I only know who your biological mother is. When I went to Corsica to look for you, I took out the veil that wrapped you up with your mother's name, El Minnie, you should know her."

Of course Albert knew that it was Madame Danglars' name. "Where is that veil?"

Madame de Morcerf immediately took out a piece of handkerchief from the cabinet, "It was torn in two, and one half is with me, and the other half was not given to me by the woman named Essutai, who said she would keep it as a souvenir."

Albert cursed secretly, and took the veil away.This is something left to him by his biological mother, something that can prove his life experience, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Look, the baron's coat of arms is still on the veil," Madame de Morcerf reminded.

"And my father? Who is my father?" said Albert excitedly.

"I swear, I really don't know," Madame de Morcerf explained hastily. "It's not Danglars anyway, because your mother was a widow when you were born. Maybe you should ask her yourself."

"You may go away," said Albert, furiously; "don't let me see you again!"

Madame de Morcerf left quickly and obediently, though she did remind him.

Albert knew what to do.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the landmines at the end of the game, it’s a waste of money, okay~

Thank you Midnight Meow, Taylor Niss, who has no name, the world's first generation of green king Cang の mouse, Ji Meow's nutrient solution, okay~

Chapters 142 and 143 were updated recently. Jinjiang did not show the update, but you can see it by clicking on the directory.I found that the comments in the previous chapter were censored, and I couldn’t reply, but I was able to send them out again when I ordered the red envelopes. It’s a pleasure to read.

Note: The 116th quoted in the article is the translation of the poet Liang Zongdai, and it is also my favorite translation:

116th English original version

let menottothemarriageoftrueminds

admitimpediments.loveisnotlove

which alterers when italteration finds,

orbendswiththeremovertoremove:

ono!itisanever-fixedmark

that look on tempests and is never shaken;

this the start to every wandering bark,

Whoseworth's unknown, although his height has been taken.

love'snottime'sfool, thoughrosylipsandcheeks

withinhisbendingsickle'spasse:

lovealtersnotwithhisbriefhoursandweeks,

but bear sit out event to the edge of doom.

ifthisbeerroranduponmeproved,

ineverwrit, nornomaneverloved.

william shakespeare

(1564-1616)

(ps This is one of my favorite Shakespeare sonnets, I want to quote it in every novel)