噺 (8) 壹 Chinese 網ωωω.χ8.1zщ.còм 哽噺繓赽捌 (一) Novel 説蛧

That Tang Zhaozong didn't know that his map was secretly given to Tang Zhangwei by Empress He, and when Tang Zhangwei got Tang Zhaozong's secret map through Empress He, he was very happy.

Empress He's purpose was to make herself safe through this treasure of Tang Zhaozong.

In fact, although Tang Zhaozong and Tang Zhangwei have fought many times, Tang Zhangwei has always suppressed Tang Zhaozong, if it weren't for Tang Zhangwei's mercy, maybe Tang Zhaozong would have lost his life.

Although Tang Zhaozong couldn't see the situation clearly, that Empress He was still very clear.

However, when Tang Zhangwei fought with Tang Zhaozong, he had already spent a lot of money.

Even Fei Xuechun felt struggling, this time with Tang Zhaozong's treasures, that Tang Zhangwei could make up for it a little.

"Who is it? Who told you to come here? Varvara Petrovna asked.

"It's Nikolai Vsevolodovich! Did you really not know until this moment? But his luggage should have arrived a long time ago, so why didn't he tell you? I was the first to report the news. You might as well send someone to see him, but he himself will surely come soon, and I think he came at the right time in a way that he had expected

"Okay, that's enough; We'll talk about that later. I knew you were going to mess around. Sober up a little, I beg you. ”

"But I haven't seen you in ten years!"

"Then there is no need to be so affectionate......"

"My child!"

"I believe, I believe that you love me, you let go of it. Isn't that a hindrance to others...... Oh, Nikolai Vsevolodovich is here, don't make a fuss, please, okay! ”

Nikolai Vsevolodovich was indeed indoors; He came in quietly, and stood in the doorway for a moment as he entered, surveying the people in the room with a calm gaze.

Just like when I first saw him four years ago, I was shocked to see him now. I have not forgotten him at all; But there seems to be a face that, even though you've seen them a hundred times before, every time you see them, you always feel like they're something new that you haven't noticed yet. Apparently, he was exactly the same as he had been four years ago: still so elegant, so pretentious, as arrogant in his every move as he had then, even so young. His faint smile was still as amiable as that of a sir, still so conceited; His eyes were still so grim and thoughtful, as if he was still a little absent-minded. Anyway, it's like we just broke up yesterday. But one thing surprised me: although he was thought to be a beautiful man, his face was, as some of the mean-spirited ladies of our social world put it, "like a mask." And now,—— now, I don't know why, but as soon as I saw him, I felt that he was clearly an indisputably beautiful man, so I could not say that his face was like a mask at all. Is it because his face has become a little paler than before, and it seems to have lost a little weight as well? Or maybe there was a new thought in his eyes now?

"Nikolai Vsevolodovich!" Varvara Petrovna shouted, straight, but not out of the circle, and made a commanding gesture for him to stop, "You stand there for a while!" ”

But to explain a terrible question that suddenly followed this gesture and this shout, which I cannot even imagine Varvara Petrovna herself asking, I must ask the reader to recall what kind of temper Valvara Petrovna had in her life, and the strange impulses she had displayed at certain moments of need. The reader is also invited to consider that, in spite of her very strong spirit, and her extraordinary wealth of common sense and practical, even business-run, she could not avoid the moments in her life when she had to give in completely and completely and suddenly, and could not control herself in the slightest, if so may be said. Finally, the reader is reminded that this moment may indeed be one of such a critical juncture for her: that her whole life, ,—— the past, the present, and perhaps the future, has become a question for him, and her whole appearance tells you that in the blink of an eye she will no longer be able to endure this unpredictable situation.

But he remained silent. Having kissed her hand, he glanced around the room again, and walked straight towards Maria Timofeevna as unhurried as before. At some point, it's hard to describe what people look like. For example, I remember Maria Timofeevna who was so frightened that she got up to meet him and folded her hands as if to beg him; At the same time, I remember the ecstasy in her gaze, a mad joy that almost distorted her face,—— a kind of ecstasy that was unbearable. Perhaps it is a combination of two feelings, both fear and ecstasy; However, I remember that I hurried over to her (I was almost standing next to her) and I thought she was going to faint immediately.

"You shouldn't be here," Nikolai Vsevolodovich said to her in a gentle and pleasant voice, and his eyes also shone with a very gentle light. He stood in front of her respectfully, and his every move showed the most sincere respect. The poor woman hastily muttered to him out of breath:

"I can...... Right away...... Kneeling in front of you? ”

"No, it won't work," he smiled at her, and she suddenly smiled happily. He still coaxed her with that pleasant voice, as if he were coaxing a child, and he added haughtily:

"Think about it, you are a girl, and although I am your most loyal friend, I am an outsider to you after all, not a husband, not a father, not a fiancé. Give me your hand, and let's go; I will put you in the carriage and, if you will allow you, I will personally deliver you to your home. ”

She listened, her head hanging as if she were thinking about something.

"Let's go," she said, sighing and extending her arm to him.

Unexpectedly, she encountered a small misfortune at this time. She was probably not careful when she turned around, and she stood up on her short lame legs,—— but she fell sideways in the circle chair, without which she would have fallen to the floor. He immediately took her by the hand, picked her up, and held the whole essence of her arm tightly, suddenly gathering in this moment as if they were gathered in one focus.

(End of chapter)

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