The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

　　The bright white jade plate was hanging high in the sky, and a few floating clouds could not be found in the distance, and the star spots were covered by the light.

　　 "It's a good day to write poetry..."

　　 Yacharin sighed and sincerely hoped that two crooked poems could come out.

　　 However, there is no such thing. Poems and other things are completely unsuccessful in the inspiration, but there are many suitable impact points. As long as there is an 18-pounder gun at hand, he is sure to blast the mansion in front of him into debris within five rounds of shelling.

　　 This idea is very bad.

　　Because people’s behavior patterns are determined by their thinking patterns, thinking about murder and arson, talking, doing things, metaphors, mapping... all sorts of things, it will naturally reveal a ghastly smell.

In other words, if a real actor does not exist, if a person’s acting skills are so clever that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, he is definitely not acting, but at the moment of acting, completely transforming himself into another person. .

　　 Violent brain, military brain, love brain... The paranoid description of human behavior in later generations is, in the final analysis, a description of this large-scale fine-grained scene.

　　 Siegfried’s persona is a standard literary brain plus a saint’s brain. This kind of person is insulated from darkness, and no matter how unstable the mood is, it’s impossible to behave murderously.

　　 Therefore, if you want to keep people from falling apart, Yacharin can only free himself from the state of combat readiness, and revert to the Siegfried Nallo who "hopes everyone can be happy".

　　 He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

　　 "I'm Zieg von Narlo...I am Zieg von Narlo, the second son of Porto Narlohou, an innocent sissy who likes drama."

He opened his eyes sharply.

　　 "In the name of love!"

　　 "In the name of love!"

　　 "Justify your name with love!"

　　 Yacharin raised his face and said in an aria tone Shakespeare’s famous line: "Love! It can create miracles!"

　　 Siegfried was resurrected, with soft eyes and brilliant smile, just like a shining sun, even if he was in a dark courtyard, he could not hide his light.

　　 He turned around on one foot like a dance, raised his arm, and threw a new cluster of gold louis toward the second room at the east end of the second floor.

　　 The small gold coin flipped in the air, drew a parabola across the small balcony full of green plants, hit the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and made a light, crisp sound.

　　 Yachalin listened quietly, reciting ten silently in his heart, and the lingering sound disappeared, and he threw the second one, followed by the third and the fourth...

　　Ding...ding...ding...

　　The golden jingle sounded one after another, one after another, it spread into the room, spread out like spider silk, swaying into the big bed, and got into the ears of the crying Miss Emily.

　　 "What... is ringing?"

　　 Miss Emily wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and stood up, looking suspiciously in the direction of the balcony.

　　Ding...ding...ding...

　　 "Is there anyone? Who is hiding on the balcony?"

　　 The strange sound was unmoved, maintaining a steady rhythm, beating one after another.

Miss 　　 got out of the bed curiously, stepped on the velvet blanket barefoot, and followed the voice timidly to open a crack in the door, like a newly born chick, tentatively sticking out her head.

　　 She saw a piece of land covered in silver makeup.

　　The bright white moonlight is scattered all over the corners of the field of vision, covering every visible thing with silver gauze. The colorful roofs and mottled walls have lost their usual colors, and they are nowhere to be seen, turning them into sacred glow.

There is a night breeze blowing from the direction of the sea, the earth evaporates the heat accumulated during the day, and the two merge together, forming a looming mist, lingering in the courtyard, rippling on the corner of the street, and connecting the silver gauze that everywhere. Snow white lace is dazzlingly beautiful.

　　Miss Emily was dumbfounded, and she walked out the door unknowingly, covering her mouth and muttering: "So Le Lorraine is so...Ah! It hurts!"

　　 Something hit Miss Emily’s forehead and bounced back to the balcony floor. It was a metal crackling sound.

　　 "Gold...Louis?" Miss Emily knelt down and picked up one. When she looked up, she found more coins, scattered on the balcony floor, like a mysterious star map passed down from ancient times.

　　 "Who is it...Why are you throwing gold coins into my window? Who is it?"

　　 Another gold coin came up, ran over Miss Emily's shoulder, wiped her hair and hit the glass.

Ding! Wow, la la la la...

　　Miss Emily's heart throbbed, she ran over quickly, stepped on the gold coins, held on to the guardrail, and looked after the space, locking a handsome and tall figure.

　　 Yacharin looked at her with a smile in the dark courtyard: "My thoughts finally reached your ears."

　　 Miss Emily's tears flowed out unconvincingly: "Zi...Mr. Narlo, haven't you left?"

　　 "Leave and come back."

"why?"

　　 "I found out that I was ill, deep into the bone marrow, and the medicine stone was ineffective."

　　Miss Emily felt her heart throbbing, even if she pinched her clothes tightly, she couldn’t get any relief: "You...how could...Did the doctor make a mistake? It was okay a few days ago, and you've always looked good..."

　　 "I'm sick and have an incurable disease. Even if I gather the best doctors in the world, I can't treat it."

　　Acharin opened his hand and hugged affectionately in the direction of Miss Emily.

　　 "Aini, that is the scariest disease in the world. Its disease... is called love!"

　　...

　　 Quiet night, quiet Xiangbo, Acharin and Emily cuddled up on the soft blanket.

"I haven't told you my true identity. My name is Zieg von Narlo, the heir of the Narlo family, the Marquis of Porto, the second son of the Bourbon family. From the pedigree, the current King is me. My cousin, although I have not had the honour to meet Sheng Yan."

　　 "I know." Miss Emily arched her head in Acharin's arms and blushed and said softly, "In fact, before the banquet, my mother had already told me your identity."

　　 "Mrs. Prio... Yes, I allow the teacher to tell Sir Prio of my identity. It is not surprising that Madam knows this."

　　Miss Emily shook her head: "In fact, most of Le Lorraine's family knows your identity. The circle here is very small, so you can't hide such important news."

　　 "That's why I will be favored by the ladies on the night of the banquet?"

　　 "No...No! You are full of charm, and no lady in Le Lorrain can keep your eyes awake..."

　　 "Do you also include...you?"

　　 At that moment, the two eyes faced each other, and Acharin's eyes were open and blazing, burning Emily's sanity constantly, but she had nowhere to dodge [　].

　　 "Do you also include you?"

　　Acharin asked again, speaking softly, Emily was completely lost in that **** tenderness, her eyelashes trembled and her red lips slightly opened.

　　 "Yes...yes...huh!"

　　 The clothes fell off.

　　...

　　 The wind blows and the clouds are scattered, the world is beginning to open, Emily's scented boudoir is all in a mess, and the hostess of the room is lying lazily in Acharin's arms, pulling a thin silk quilt.

　　 "I think I must be crazy..."

　　 Yacharin is still Siegfried, and there is no satisfaction after the cloud and rain on his face. What is hidden behind tenderness is pain and regret.

　　 "Ani, do you know? Actually, the reason why I came to the New World this time is to go to New France and marry the eldest daughter of Esluber."

　　 "She is my fiancée. The marriage contract has been signed for 14 years, but I haven't met her. Fourteen years ago, she was still learning words and couldn't bear the heavy responsibility of going on a blind date with a teenager."

"But she still wants to be my wife. This is destined and there is no doubt. In France, where love is most admired, the nobles who rule the country regard love as a dispensable embellishment. Our marriage has been destined from the beginning. As the wealth of the family, a tool, an object."

　　 "I have never questioned the correctness of this before. If I did not meet you, I am afraid I will not question it now."

　　 "I'm so stupid..."

　　 Only halfway through the self-destructive declaration, Emily suddenly wrapped Acharin's neck, raised her head and firmly covered his mouth with red lips.

　　 A long, long wet kiss.

　　 "I don't like you slandering yourself like this. You are like a prince in a fairy tale, with a flawless soul. You are noble, even for a short while, it is the greatest honor of my life to have you."

　　 "I'm not as good as you think, silly girl."

　　 "Then please let me live in a dream, Your Royal Highness."

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　　 Severe wind, showers, waves, waves.

　　Acharin gently moved Emily's hair attached to her forehead and sang in a low voice.

"Emily, Emily! Why are you Emily? The Lord hid the angel in this desolate mountain and sea, so that I could not see your face early. Ah! We are so well-matched, why can't we? Stay together for life?"

　　 Emily stood up wearily, and moved back into Acharin's arms.

"Gentle Zige! If you really love me, please tell me sincerely; if you think I am too easy to subdue, I will be angry, and pretend to be stubborn to reject your kindness, okay Let you plead with me."

　　 "I love you!" Yacharin suddenly avoided Emily and stood up naked, "I have been a marionette for half a lifetime, and today I finally have my own thoughts!"

　　 "I'm going to fight, Aini!"

　　 He leaned down, kissed Emily's forehead softly, took away the red-stained silk scarf, and pinched it in his hand.

"I'm going to fight, tell Eslub that I don't want to marry his daughter, and then go back to Europe and persuade my father to propose marriage to you. I may fail, but even Don Quixote has the courage to challenge the windmill, I Wouldn't it be as good as an underdog Spanish knight?"

　　 "I will win, Aini! Believe me, wait for me, if I haven't come to see you in half a year... you will be free. At that time, please take my love... to live!"

　　 "Goodbye, my... beloved!"