The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

The white jade disk hung high in the sky, and a few floating clouds could not be found far and near, and the starspots were covered by the light.

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

Yacharin sighed with emotion, sincerely hoping that two crooked poems could come out.

However, wood has. Poetry or anything could not be found in the inspiration at all, but he found several suitable bullet points, but if he had an eighteen-pounder cannon at hand, he was sure that he would bomb the mansion in front of him to the debris within five rounds of shelling.

That's a bad idea.

Because people's behavior patterns are determined by their thinking patterns, they think about killing people and setting fires, talking, doing things, metaphors, and mapping...... All kinds of things will naturally reveal an eerie smell.

In other words, if there is no real actor, if a person's acting skills are so clever that it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, he is definitely not acting, but at the moment of playing, he has completely transformed himself into another person.

Violent brain, military brain, love brain...... Later descriptions of the paranoid nature of human behavior are, in the final analysis, descriptions of such large-scale refined scenes.

Siegfried's character is a standard literary brain plus a saint's brain, this kind of person is insulated from darkness, no matter how emotionally unstable, it is impossible to behave murderously.

Therefore, if he wants to keep his character from collapsing, Yacharin can only free himself from his state of combat readiness and sink back into the Siegfried who "expects everyone to be happy". Nallo.

He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"I'm Ziggy. Feng. Narlo...... I'm Ziggy. Feng. Nallo, the second son of Porto Nallohou, is an innocent sissy who likes drama. ”

He snapped open his eyes.

"In the name of love!"

"In the name of love!"

"In the name of love!"

Acharin raised his face and pronounced Shakespeare's famous line in an aria: "Love! It can work wonders! ”

Siegfried came back to life, his soft eyes and bright smile were like a radiant sun, even in the dark courtyard, he could not hide his light.

He spun around on one foot on the ground as if he were dancing, and with a wave of his arms, he threw a new golden louis towards the second room at the east end of the second floor.

Tiny gold coins flipped in the air, swept across small verandas covered with greenery, and smashed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, making a soft clang.

Acharin listened quietly, silently reciting in his mind until ten, and when the aftermath dissipated, he threw out a second, and then a third, and a fourth......

Bite...... Bite...... Bite......

The golden chimes rang one after another, and they struck the room, spreading out like spider silk, swaying to the great bed, and burrowing into the ears of a weeping Miss Emily.

"What...... Ringing? ”

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

Bite...... Bite...... Bite......

"Anyone? Who's hiding on the balcony? ”

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

Curiously, the young lady climbed out of bed, stepped on the blanket barefoot, and timidly shook open a crack in the door at the sound of the voice, and tentatively stuck her head out like a newborn chick with a broken shell.

She saw a land covered in silver.

The white moonlight splashed all over the nooks and crannies of the vision, draping every visible thing with a silver veil. The coloured roofs and mottled walls lost their usual colours, and the filth disappeared into a holy glow.

The night breeze blows from the direction of the sea, and the earth evaporates the heat accumulated during the day, and the two merge into one, forming a looming mist, lingering in the courtyard, rippling in the corner of the street, and connecting the silver veil all over the ground with a light snow-white lace, which is dazzling and fascinating.

Miss Emily was stunned, and unconsciously walked out of the door, covered her little mouth and muttered, "So Lelorand is so ...... Yes! Hurt! ”

Something hit Miss Emily's forehead and bounced off the balcony floor, with a bang, a crisp sound of metal.

"Golden ...... Louis? Miss Emily crouched down and picked up one, only to find more coins scattered on the balcony floor, like mysterious star maps inherited from ancient times.

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

Another coin was tossed up, grazing Miss Emily's shoulder, rubbing her hair against the glass.

Bite! Bang la ......

Miss Emily's heart throbbed violently, and she ran quickly, stepping on the gold coin, holding on to the guardrail, and her searching gaze crossed the space, locking a handsome and tall figure.

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

Miss Emily's tears flowed uncontrollably: "Qi ...... Didn't you, Mr. Narlo, leave? ”

"Left, and came back."

"Why?"

"I found out that I was sick, deep in the bone marrow, and there was no medicine."

Miss Emily felt a throbbing pain in her heart, and even if she squeezed the hem of her clothes, she couldn't relieve it in the slightest: "You...... How could it be...... Did the doctor make a mistake? Obviously it was fine a few days ago, you've been in good spirits......"

"I'm sick, I'm sick, and I'm sick with an incurable disease, and even if I gather the best healers in the world, I can't cure it."

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

"Aini, that's the most horrible disease in the world. Its ...... It's called Love! ”

……

In the quiet of the night, in the quiet boudoir, Acharin and Emily snuggled up in the soft velvet carpet.

"I haven't told you who I really am, my name is Ziggy. Feng. Narlo, heir of the Marquis of Porto, the second son of the Bourbon family. By blood, His Majesty is now my cousin, although I have not yet had the honour to meet the Holy Face. ”

"I know." Miss Emily arched her head into Acharin's arms, blushing and whispering, "Actually, before the feast, Mother told me who you were. ”

"Mrs. Prio...... Yes, I allow the teacher to tell Sir Prio who I am, and it is not surprising that Madame knows this. ”

Miss Emily shook her head: "Actually, most of Leloran's family knows your identity, and the circle here is very small, so you can't hide such important news." ”

"That's why I'm favored by the ladies on the night of the feast?"

"No...... No! You are full of charm, and no lady in Leloran can keep a clear look in your eyes......"

"This also includes...... Are you? ”

At that moment, the two looked at each other, and Acharin's eyes were calm and fiery, constantly burning Emily's reason, but she had nowhere to dodge.

"Is that you, too?"

Acharin asked again, softly, and Emily was completely lost in that damn tenderness, her eyelashes trembling and her red lips slightly open.

"Yes...... Yes...... Not! ”

The clothes are peeling off.

……

The wind blew away, the heavens and the earth opened, Emily's boudoir was in disarray, and the mistress of the room was lazily reclining in Acharin's arms, pulling a thin silk quilt.

"I think I must be crazy......"

Acharin is still Siegfried, and there is no satisfaction on his face that lies behind the clouds, and there is only pain and remorse behind the gentleness.

"Aini, you know? Actually, the reason why I came to the New World this time was to go to New France and marry Elsluber's eldest daughter. ”

"She's my fiancée, and she's been engaged for fourteen years, but I haven't met her. Fourteen years ago, she was still babbling and couldn't afford to go on a blind date with a teenager. ”

"But she is still going to be my wife, it is destined, there is no doubt about it. In France, where love is most admired, the aristocracy that rules the country regards love as a dispensable embellishment, and our marriage is treated from the beginning as a family asset, a tool, an object. ”

"I've never questioned the correctness of this before, and if I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I wouldn't question it now."

"I'm so stupid......"

Halfway through the self-detonation declaration, Emily suddenly wrapped her arms around Acharin's neck, raised her head and firmly gagged him with her red lips.

A long, long wet kiss.

"I don't like it when you slander yourself like that. You are like a fairy tale prince with a flawless soul. You are noble, even if it is only for a short moment, 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 Highness the Prince."

Silk quilt was once again stirring up, but this time the initiative fell into Emily's hands.

Torrential winds, showers, rolling waves, flat waves.

Acharin gently ruffled Emily's hair on her forehead and whispered.

"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 soon. Yes! We are so compatible, why can't we stay together for the rest of our lives? ”

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

"O gentle Ziggy! If you really love me, please tell me sincerely; If you think I'm too easy to be submissive, I'll put on a look of anger and pretend to be stubborn to reject your kindness, so that you can plead with me. ”

"I love you!" Acharin suddenly dodged Emily and stood up naked, "I've been a marionette for half a lifetime, and today I finally have a mind of my own!" ”

"I'm going to fight, Anie!"

He leaned down, kissed Emily softly on the forehead, and took away a red-dyed silk handkerchief and held it in his hand.

"I'm going to fight, tell Ashluber that I don't want to marry his daughter, and go back to Europe, and persuade my father to propose to you. I may fail, but even Don Quixote has the courage to challenge the windmill, am I not as good as a Spanish knight who is forced to die? ”

"I'll win, Anie! Trust me, wait for me, if I haven't come to see you in half a year...... You're free. When the time comes, please take my love...... Stay alive! ”

"Goodbye, my ...... Love! ”