Empress He hated Mo Yangyu, the owner of the Qinglou who was drunk with peach blossoms for ten miles, and she was very interested in Tang Zhaozong

I was even more annoyed when I lingered in this ten-mile peach blossom drunk green building.

Empress He pretended to care about Mo Yangyu, the owner of the Qinglou, as well as the four major Oiran white peony willow phoenix, red peony seal Zhaozhao, maple leaf red gold seedling seedling, plum blossom snow maple fourteen.

Empress He said to Tang Zhaozong: "If the emperor stays here for too long, there will be no way for them to reopen their doors for business." ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "If they can't open the door to do business, then they won't do it." Now that I have millions of gold in my account a day, tens of millions of gold, can't I still support these little women? ”

Empress He said: "It's not like this, those Wuling teenagers, as well as Tang Zhangwei's subordinates, may be their benefactors, these people will definitely have thoughts about them, the emperor will enjoy them alone, these people may be unfavorable to the emperor." ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "These people also want to fight with me, they are simply looking for death." ”

It dawned on them that Philip, the vice-president, who did not even know how to wear a clean robe to the king, had negotiated an agreement with the king behind their backs, and their expressions showed that they were utterly stunned. After a while, Henry's face relaxed into a happy one, like an adult who had lost in backgammon to a quick-witted child; But Volren's stare grew vicious. Philip felt he could read Wallen's mind. Only then did Wollen realize that he had made the big mistake of underestimating his opponent, and he felt ashamed. For Philip, this moment compensates for everything: deception, humiliation, contempt. Philip raised his jaw, preferring to commit a sin of pride, and gave Volren a look in return, meaning that you would have to work a little harder to curry favor with Philip of Guines.

The king said, "Inform the former Earl of Bartholomew of my will." ”

Bartholomew was in some dungeon nearby, Philip guessed. He thought of the two children, who lived with their servants in the ruined castle, and he didn't know what would happen to them now, and he felt a tingle of guilt at the thought of this.

The king asked others to step down, leaving only Bishop Henry. Philip fluttered through the room, reaching the top of the stairs at the same time as Wallen, where he stopped and let Wallen go first. Volren glared at him viciously and angrily. Volren spoke, his voice furious, and even though Philip was smug, he was still chilled to the bone. The mask of hatred opened its mouth, and Wallen whispered in a hoarse voice, "I swear in the name of all holiness that you will never build your church." With that, he threw the back of his robe over his shoulders and walked all the way down the stairs.

He had hoped to marry her, for she was the lord of an earl, and she had rejected him three times, and he cringed at the thought of her contempt. She made him feel small, like a farmer, and her actions seemed to show that the Hamley family was not worth mentioning. But now the situation has changed, and now her family is not worth mentioning. He became the heir of an earl, and she was nothing. She has no title, no status, no land, no wealth. He's going to be the owner of the castle, and he's going to get her out, and she's going to have no home. It's too good to be believed.

When they were almost at the castle, he slowed down his horse. He didn't want Alena to know about his arrival beforehand, he wanted to give her a sudden, terrible, devastating shock.

The Earls of Percy and Countess Rigan had returned to their old manor house in Hamley in order to arrange for the removal of jewels, horses, and servants to the castle. William's task was to hire some locals to clean up the castle and light a fire to make it populated.

Iron-gray clouds rolled low in the sky, so low that they seemed to touch the pheasants, and there will be rain tonight. It would be better if he could throw Alena into the storm.

He and Walter dismounted and walked across the wooden drawbridge. William thought proudly, the last time I came here and seized the castle. Grass had grown in the yard of the lower circle, and they tied up the horses and let them graze. William gave his horse a handful of grain. They kept their saddles in the stone prayer room, for there were no stables left. The two horses snorted and stamped their hooves, but a gust of wind drowned out the horses' movements. They crossed the second bridge and reached the upper circle courtyard.

It's lifeless here. It occurred to William that Alena might be gone. How disappointing that is! He and Walter would spend a gloomy, hungry night in a cold, dirty castle. They walked up the outdoor staircase that led to the entrance to the hall. "Tap," William said to Walter, "I want to surprise them if they're here." ”

He pushed the door open. The hall was empty, pitch black, and there was a smell that no one had used in months. He guessed right, they lived on the top floor. William stomped through the hall and up the stairs. Dry reeds rattled at his feet, and Walter followed closely behind him.

They climbed the stairs and couldn't hear anything, and the thick stone walls of the main building blocked out all sounds. William climbed to a halt halfway through, looked back at Walter, put a finger to his lips, and pointed upwards again. There was a light shining from under the door at the top of the ladder, and there was someone here.

They climbed the stairs and stood in the doorway, and from inside came a burst of girlish laughter. William smiled happily as he found the doorknob, turned it slightly, and kicked it open, the laughter inside turning into a scream of horror.

The scene in the room makes for a beautiful picture. Alena and her brother Richard were sitting at a small table by the fireplace, playing some cardboard game, when Matthew, the steward, stood behind her, looking down from her shoulder. Alena's face was rosy in the light of the fire, her dark brown curls shimmered with a golden brown glow, and she wore an off-white linen robe. She opened her red lips wide and round in astonishment, and looked up at William. William looked at her frightened look very proud, but said nothing. After a while, she regained her composure, stood up, and said, "What do you want?" ”

William had rehearsed this scene many times in his imagination. He walked slowly into the house, stood by the fire, and roasted his hands; Then he said, "I live here." What do you want? ”

Alena's gaze shifted from him to Walter, she was scared and confused, but the tone of her voice was still challenging. "This castle belongs to the Count of Charling. When you're done talking, go out. ”

William smiled triumphantly. "Count Charling is my father," he said. The manager grunted, as if he had been worried about it. Alena looked stunned.

(End of chapter)