Also known as "Marriage is the Grave of Love" Zhang Baotong 2016.7.4

Early in the morning, the maid Ramani brought a letter to Eloise. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info envelope has colorful lace and is very delicate. The letter was written to her by Valencia. She opened it and saw that it read: "Dear Miss Eloise, tomorrow morning a noble friend of mine, Prince Cavalop, will be married in his mansion, and the wedding will be attended by the Duke of Prat and several counts, and it is very solemn. After the wedding, we will take a horse-drawn carriage to the Parc de la Rosette by the Seine for an evening party, which will be very lively and interesting, and we hope you will come and enjoy it. Because your presence will add a lot of color to their weddings and our evenings. For that, I will be very honored. If you agree, I will pick you up in the car myself. Valencia. ”

This is the third invitation extended to her by Valencia. The first two times she was invited to a banquet for the Parisian lady Lucie Vera and a party ball hosted by the young Count of Polaba. However, she politely refused. Because she didn't like those activities, to put it bluntly, she didn't like Valencia from the bottom of her heart, thinking that he was just a Parisian boy who liked to eat, drink and have fun. Moreover, she felt that she was still young, only sixteen years old, and that there was still a lot of knowledge and learning waiting for her to learn.

So she took a quill pen and wrote on a piece of letterhead, "Venerable Monsieur Valencia, because I have homework to do, I forgive you for not going to the wedding of your noble friend and to your evening. I'm sorry. Eloise. After writing the letter, she asked the maid Ramani to deliver it to the Count of Verte's mansion.

May is a beautiful spring in Paris, with beautiful scenery, flowers, bright sunshine that illuminates the blue sky and a golden glow in the city. Especially after the rain, the whole city seems to be washed again, clean and beautiful, making the first sunshine more clear and thorough.

Every Friday to Sunday, it is the time when the Lombato market opens. Many people in Paris come there to wander and shop. In particular, the ladies and ladies of Paris would feel that much of the pleasure would be lost if they did not visit for a month. The Lombato market is on the banks of the Seine, not very far from Uncle Eloise's house. Because she is focused on her studies, she hasn't been there for more than half a year, so she wants to go there today, see Paris in May, and enjoy the bright spring sunshine.

She changed into a very beautiful dress in navy blue, put on a cloak and shawl, and let the maid Ramani accompany her, and together she rode in an open-top carriage to the Lombato market.

Thanks to the rise of scholarship and the prosperity of the city, the urban area of Paris has expanded considerably. Streets and roads were also widened, and many four-storey buildings were erected on both sides of the streets and roads. Tall churches have risen one after another and become iconic buildings in Paris. Men and women in dresses and cloaks, and black-robed monks hurried through the streets. On the road to Lombato, horse-drawn carriages drove one after the other in that direction.

On the way, they saw a very ornate carriage, and Ramani screamed, "Look, Eloise, how beautiful that carriage is." There must have been a duchess or court lady sitting inside. ”

Eloise laughed, and said, "So what, even if the current king is sitting in it, what does it have to do with us?"

"That would be honorable and glorious for us." We can say to others that we saw such and such a lady on the road, and her carriage was so beautiful. ”

Lovely Lois's gaze was focused on the changes on both sides of the street. No, she hadn't been here in a long time, and it had changed so much. Thanks to the development of the woolen industry and the influx of peasants from the rural areas of Île-de-France, the vacant land in the industrial area next to the city was filled with factories, and the population of Paris has increased to more than 50,000 in recent years. This made it a veritable center of European industry and academia.

The carriage went around the city and began to drive along the banks of the Seine. The Seine is located on the edge of the city of Paris. The river is not spacious, but the water is clear and gentle, with rippling blue waves. The scenery along the river is clear and beautiful, and on the grass-covered riverside, you can see patches of red and yellow flowers reflecting in it. But the scenery on both sides of the river is very different. On one side of the river is the urban area of Paris, where there is a sense of affluence and prosperity, while on the other side of the river is a silent wilderness and desolation.

Soon, they arrived at the Lombato Bazaar. Eloise asked the coachman Fidon to park the carriage in the parking lot outside the market, and then took Ramani by the hand and went into the market. The market is right on the banks of the Seine, stretching along both sides. The area of the bazaar is so spacious that it seems to accommodate the whole of Paris. On either side of the market are a number of two-storey simple buildings and shops, and in the middle is a vacant lot twenty or thirty meters wide. In front of the houses and on the roadside, there were many merchants and peddlers who had come from out of town, placing their belongings on the ground for people to choose from. It was usually agricultural products that were sold, but there were also merchants from afar who traded, mostly selling precious goods from the Orient such as silk and porcelain, as well as some jewelry. However, these are things that only aristocratic women will be interested in. And ordinary people prefer clowns to tease bears and those low-level street dramas.

They follow the entrance of the market and look inside from house to house to see if there is anything they like and want to buy. However, there didn't seem to be anything in the bazaar that they wanted to buy. So, they turned the market around, and they were still empty-handed. Walking to the exit of the market, they saw people juggling and monkeys getting into the ring of fire. They stood by and watched for a moment, and then put a rose coin in the monkey man's hat.

After a while, the bell rang in the Notre-Dame Cathedral. The bell rings every three hours, and this time it is twelve o'clock at noon, when people are going to have lunch. So, Eloise and Ramani began to walk towards the outside of the market.

Eloise's uncle's family lived on the street not far from Notre Dame Cathedral. So, it didn't take long for them to get back home. It is an old-fashioned two-story building with more than 10 large rooms. In addition to a separate bedroom, Eloise also had a study. And she spends most of her day here.

Eloise returned home, and as soon as she entered the dining-room, her uncle Fulbert said to her with concern, "My dear Eloise, where have you been?"

"I went to the Lombato bazaar with Ramani," she said. ”

My uncle asked, "What did you buy that you like?"

"We just went out and looked at it and didn't buy anything," she said. ”

My uncle said, "You should go out often, it will be good for your body." Then he asked, "What has Valencia been dealing with you lately?" has he written to you?"

She hesitated for a moment and said, "He invited me to someone else's wedding, but I don't like that kind of occasion. ”

The uncle's face was a little displeased, and he said to her in a serious tone, "It doesn't matter if you like it or not, it's an opportunity for you to socialize together." You shouldn't turn down his invitation. ”

Eloise whispered back, "Got it." ”

After lunch, she went back to her study and began to read. It's a habit she's developed over the years. Because of her background, she has almost no relatives and friends except for her uncle. Her mother also died a few years ago. So, in this world, she is a very lonely person. Moreover, since she was a child, she has been almost accompanied by books and rarely socialized, so she does not even have a good friend except for the maid Ramani. Therefore, only when she gives her heart to the book and talks face-to-face with the master in the book, will she feel fulfilled and joyful, and feel that she is no longer so lonely.

After a while, Ramani entered the study and shouted, "Miss, your letter." ”

When she heard this, she frowned and said, "It's that Valencia again, it's really annoying." ”

"But it was not the servant of the Earl of Wildi's house, but a young student," said Koramani. ”

Who could it be? She took the letter, only to see that it read: To my dear Miss Eloise. And the letters are written in beautiful Latin. This made her feel a kind of curiosity in her heart, and at the same time, there was also a ripple of warmth. She hurriedly opened the envelope, took out the stationery and looked at it, and it turned out to be a poem.

Before she could see the signature at the end of the poem, Eloise had already guessed who had written it. Because others will not have such talent, nor will they have such poetry. However, she still couldn't believe that he had written the letter. Because in her mind, he is God, God. Would God and God love mortal girls, would he write love poems to a girl like her? It was something she couldn't even think about, but the following signature read: Pierre Abelard.

Looking at the love poem, she couldn't help but laugh: Pierre Abelard, what a great and resounding name, a name that has resounded in the skies of Paris, and in the skies of France and Europe. He would write this humble love poem to me, such an ordinary girl. Oh, poor Pierre Abelard, what is wrong with you? You have forgotten how haughty, how noble, how great you are! yes, after reading these love poems, he was no longer so noble and great in her mind, as if he had stepped down from the altar of her heart. But he became so warm and lovely in her heart. Ah, my dear Pierre Abelard. My dear teacher!

But before she could drink a small glass of white wine, Ramani brought another letter. She hurriedly got up and took the letter, and without even reading the words on the envelope, she opened the envelope directly and looked at the contents of the letter. Looking at it, she was moved to tears: Ah, my dear Pierre Abelard, my teacher, my beloved.