Miss Bach's Crab Canon

Then, Gao Yiyu's boots walked in the snow, recorded everything along the way, and slowly returned to the mansion.

She wanted to find something to eat, after all, she still had an empty stomach early in the morning.But instead of going to the extravagant restaurant where the ladies dined, she went around the back door and went to the busy back kitchen.It was warm here, and the surrounding snow was a slippery slush.

The women kneaded the bread while the flour swirled and the cooks mixed spices and timed the ovens.The servants pushed the trolleys and kept bringing fresh ingredients—or rather, it was unexpectedly difficult to find spoiled and rotten food in the Russian winter.

They talked about how many things were frozen to death by last night's snow, and how it would be easy to sow seeds next year...

Some young cooks took up saws, hammers, and knives to fight with the frozen venison hunted in the nearby forest.Others collected the residue left over from cutting rye bread and used it to brew fermented beverages.

Strange smells, tongue-tapping of various accents, come and go in the warm room filled with fireworks, busy and fulfilling.

——They were recorded by Gao Yiyu.

Halfway through the shooting: "Hi, may I ask?" A chef with a high status in the kitchen came to Gao Yiyu timidly, "Is there any dissatisfaction with us...?"

"I am a bard from the east. Although I am your master's guest, I am not a nobleman, but a free man. If you don't mind, my stomach wants a piece of freshly baked bread?"

"Haha."

This unassuming behavior doubled the chef's favor, and Gao Yiyu's age reminded him of his married daughter—of course, she was far less beautiful, even if he wore a father filter, he would admit this fact.

The cook at once went to prepare the food himself: a cake of cream, sugar, butter, and fruit, slices of prosciutto, sliced ​​hard-boiled eggs, some mild cheese—and a cup of hot tea.He didn't have the courage to serve kvass with alcohol, or he would be beaten by Mrs. Meck.

"Very rich, thank you."

"It makes us happy."

The honored guests did not stand high, but came to the back kitchen to beg for food in person, which was something they had never experienced since they worked in Mrs. Meck's house.Gao Yiyu also feels good about these people - if it wasn't for drinking vodka early in the morning and spilling it on the dinner plate, it should be better...

Holding the plate, Gao Yiyu came to the place where the straw was piled up. With the girl's dexterous and light body, she quickly climbed to the high apex, enjoying the soft straw surrounding her—and she could also see a lot of scenery.

For example, the snow-sweeping servants can vaguely hear their chewing tongues and the sound of brooms.

The sun climbed up little by little, and the snow did not want to be melted by the brilliance, but instead sent light to the surroundings.

From his own dinner plate, to them, and beyond - Gao Yiyu recorded all of this.

Then--

"how is the situation?"

"Ok?"

It was Deli Dolly, she quietly appeared.

Compared with being able to parasitize coins before, she is much stronger in this era, and the silhouette of a human figure shrouded in black mist is so clear.She may be standing or floating, but she is beside Gao Yiyu.

The only clear female hand took a slice of cheese from the dinner plate: "Laurels and harps, any news?"

"There's news—but... haven't you been paying attention to this in this day and age?"

"No, Ms. Rest is busy running her occult circle, intruding into the nights of various people in the form of a devil, looking for clues to pop music... Oh, delicious." Deli Dolly smiled and said, "And I also have something I want to be busy with. In this era, there are many banknotes that have just emerged, as well as coins that are mature and commonly used, and the wealth is sufficient."

All right, all right, I'm responsible for the troubles... But Gao Yiyu has no complaints, because looking at it now, it's not troublesome, but an interesting trip—especially with Ioannis.

"She wrote a great score." Gao Yiyu said braggingly, as if he wrote it himself.

"Then I'll look forward to it."

Gao Yiyu broke open the bread, stuffed most of the stuff in the middle, and made a simple sandwich: "Okay, tritone devil, what is the purpose of your appearance this time? You can't come to grab my food, right?"

"Are you having fun?" Delidoori asked softly, "This time."

"Very happy..."

"Then—" Deli Duoli approached Gao Yiyu, like a close friend, about to share the most intimate whisper, "You son of a bitch, why did you f---ingly interfere with history after only two days here?"

"I... I was wronged." Gao Yiyu rubbed his ears that hurt from the yelling, his heart was beating like he had been confessed.

"Can you say that again?"

Gao Yiyu pondered for a while, facing the accusation of the historical demon, was he wronged?Interfering in history or something... Okay: "I... I am not wronged, hehe. Anyway, I have to fix it in the end, so you should do more..."

"The last time I wiped your butt, I was already lacking in strength... Please don't cause me any trouble."

"Okay, then I'll be a quiet observer of history."

Deli Duoli left a very cold snort, and pulled her little ears as if venting his anger, and then turned into black smoke, faded away, and left after venting.

Of course her anger is not unreasonable. Yesterday Gao Yiyu even predicted the future to his wives. This is really a big problem...and he called the painters to help paint. If in the original history, they were actually busy with other great works , I missed it...

But that's the end of the matter... what the heck, right?

……

After breakfast, Gao Yiyu fell down from the straw pile like a slide, and fell into the thick snow, which was cool and soft, very comfortable.She climbed up and skated a few times before strolling around the manor, continuing to accumulate material for the PV.

But it didn't last long——

A gorgeously carved carriage stopped in front of her.

A lady in a fine attire alighted from the carriage. She was unexpectedly young, and she had undergone quite delicate makeup. Her skin was white and beautiful, and her hands were delicate. She must be a duke's daughter or something, right?

"Hello, Bard." She made a hand-holding salute-this seems to have become a recognized etiquette?

"you're good too."

"I was one of the members who participated in the tea party last night. Although I am definitely inconspicuous compared to those high-ranking wives... I hope to have some important words with you."

The lady made an invitation with trepidation——Gao Yiyu turned on the camera with his mobile phone, and he nodded and got on the carriage with the idea of ​​going to the carriage to take some material and mix it up for 1 minute.

She didn't dare to look directly into Gao Yiyu's eyes, so she could only spit out the words in fragments.

"I, I am a daughter of a nobleman from a small country in Europe... I heard your prophecy last night and became afraid of the future... My country is weak and my family is not strong enough. I accidentally followed a mentor to join this circle .”

"You want to know a more precise future." Gao Yiyu lowered his voice, and expressed her entanglement with a solid sentence, "to survive."

The noble lady trembled, and then said that it was true.

This is a difficult problem - Gao Yiyu was scolded by Deli Duoli before, if he told others what will happen in the future, wouldn't he be beaten by Deli Duoli again?Moreover, I am not familiar with this noble lady, so why tell her for no reason——obviously, the other party also knows this.

Therefore, Gao Yiyu waited in silence.

So, the noble lady broke the silence.

"I know...you want the supreme orthodoxy of Rome, the crown and harp, and I can help you."

"Tell me about it?"

"I know the exact location where the laurel wreath and the harp are stored—this is Ms. Katya, and she, who is the Tsar's lover, doesn't know. The Winter Palace in St. Petersburg is very large and complicated... Even with her as a cover, you need to Spend more time...I can save you these questions."

The noble lady's speech gradually became fluent, and she could hear her courage, but it also revealed her courage and thoughts.

"I believe in a great man like you, so I will tell you the answer directly... the laurel wreath and the harp, stored in the underground vault, a rare treasure like a miracle. It was a gift from Prussia to the Tsar, and it was made entirely of amber The spacious room of the palace is called the Amber Palace."

The Amber Palace...is it all made of amber?As expected of the royal nobles under the feudal system, how idle...

But it’s good to know the location, although it is also possible that the noble lady is deceiving herself—fortunately, it is not difficult to prove it, even if Joannis cannot be allowed to go, it is not difficult to let Miaomiao go.And, since this is about laurels and harps, Deridoli should have nothing to say about interfering with history.

Gao Yiyu became a little selfish—maybe, he could get a little more benefit from the transaction.

"Then make a promise with me."

"...promise?"

"If you expect that you and your descendants will survive, continue, and prosper because of my prophecy..." Gao Yiyu thought for a few words, and then said, "You need to make a contract, which is at the two ends of the agreement."

"Please specify..."

"One end is the present—you have told me the location of the laurels and harps, and the present treaty has been fulfilled."

The noble lady immediately understood: "Then...there is another end...the future? Those who survived peacefully...the contract that my descendants will fulfill!" She trembled all over, and her pale face was filled with blood. Shocking contract.

Gao Yiyu nodded, and declared——

"It's the end of the nineteenth century—then, I will make a 141-year contract with you. At the other end, there will be turmoil and magic in 2020, and your descendants will fulfill the contract."

"141 years... the future after 2000 years in the Gregorian calendar! I, I understand, this is the length of time you are willing to predict... willing to protect my family with prophecy in such years and months... I am satisfied, I Willing to fulfill the contract..."

As if the world had frozen, the excited noble lady was silent for a few seconds, asking questions in deep thought——

"But my children and grandchildren, at the other end of the time and contract - what will they have to pay?"

"What do you call me?"

"The one predicted by the devil, the miraculous oriental bard, the immortal great maiden, the song of beauty..."

Gao Yiyu suppressed his blushing and just smiled.

"It's enough to be a bard—this title is what I want from them in the future. Music. In 2020, send the best piano somewhere, and in this way—declare the contract the end."

"...the piano... no, no problem! We will always remember your title! But where will it be sent?"

Gao Yiyu stretched out his hand, stroked the long chestnut hair of the noble lady, untied a ribbon, then picked up the quill, and wrote the address of the recording studio in crooked Chinese characters... Hey, I'm quite embarrassed.

Those Chinese characters made the noble lady's scalp numb, and she was so shocked that she couldn't be more shocked.

And the bard added in words—

"Tell your descendants that at the end of the contract, there will be a miraculous laurel tree. If you see it, then it is right."

065 Another song from the album

To describe it the old-fashioned way, it would be a contract.

If it is drawn up in a manner that conforms to the trend of the times, then this is a long-term contract.

But in reality, it was just a verbal agreement.

Gao Yiyu, who concluded the agreement, and the unknown noble lady affectionately called it the "141-year agreement".

Party B, who concluded the agreement, let out a breath of happiness, and the black gauze hat couldn't hide the calmness on her delicate face.At least in the next 141 years, the history described by the bard will come true, she just needs to place a bet in advance.Avoid the chaos, bet on the winners and profit from it.

"It's like... It's like signing a contract with the devil." The noble lady was a little scared, but couldn't hide her joy, "I thought I was going to give you my soul."

"I'm not interested in it." Gao Yiyu reminded again, "But history is not certain, it will happen as I described."

Speaking of this, Gao Yiyu gently returned the ribbon with the address written in simplified Chinese characters to the noble lady.But after thinking about it, if you just return it, it seems that there is a feeling that the show is not complete...

So on the way, she shook and hooked her fingers again, making a gesture of "coming closer to me".

The noble lady was very frightened, as if she was about to stick her head out and stab the executioner.Fortunately, the gentle and sweet bard just tied the ribbon back and tied a full bow.

"The 141-year agreement is hereby established."

"Good, good!"

Sitting back on the chair, the noble lady remembered the topic just now and asked immediately.

"You have accurately predicted the revolution...the two wars that swept the world, and the future form, they are more amazing than any writer's fantasy, I dare not think of these things...but why, history does not Surely it will happen as you describe?"

"Because—there are uncertain factors. If you bet on the winner in advance, it is likely to cause subtle changes and make history subvert—so, I hope you will try not to affect history as much as possible."

"Yes, I understand a bit... Just as a small incident may lead to a big event..."

Gao Yiyu nodded.

Although, she is really not qualified to say "don't affect history"... Forget it, at worst, I will hear a few more swear words from Deli Duoli.But if this contract is established and everything goes well, the benefits will be huge.

I can buy a piano for Joannis, their recording studio!

"Your smile is beautiful."

"Thank you, then, leave it alone."

Facing her standing up, the noble lady suddenly plucked up the courage and said, "When you finish your business, will I have a chance... can, can I invite you to my territory as a guest? A bard like you should be very free... ..."

"Thank you for the invitation, but you don't have to."

The noble lady's courageous expression suddenly collapsed, and she became extremely disappointed.

Gao Yiyu opened the door of the carriage, and the cold wind poured into it - but there was also gentle sunshine.

"In this era, we can meet once in a while like this, and chat for a few words... It's already a miracle. Don't expect more from history. I wish you a safe life."

After getting out of the carriage, the soft snow hugged her little leather boots.She heard the snorting of the horses, but when she turned her head, she saw the horses pulling the cart puffing out white gas and drifting away.

If nothing else, this is the farewell.

If you want to see her again, you should introduce her life with a few strokes on a certain page of a niche history book, and no one will care.Or, not even that.After all, she claims to be a small noble from a small country.

She forgot about it, and took the mobile phone with half the power, and started shooting footage in the manor—fortunately, she came with a power bank, so she should be able to take more shots.

Just as the noble lady left, more and more wives and ladies left throughout the morning.

They are high and powerful, and it is a great thing to find time to attend the tea party.Then, they will return to the chaotic world, continue to exercise their power and squander their wealth.Everyone left smiling, and they knew it was a miracle to meet the bard.