Chapter 851: The Baroness

"Let's get a divorce!"

"Castles, manors, they can all be given to you."

"I just have to take my baby."

The baron's pupils shrank, his anger seemed to be extinguished by a bonfire in a rainstorm, he dragged the paper with a gloomy face, and after a few hurried glances, he picked up the paper, tore it into pieces at once, and said categorically: "I don't agree! ”

The Baroness looked at him coldly, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the inkwell and threw it at the Baron, and then, everything she could pick up on the desk, fountain pens, books, letterheads, and ornaments, was picked up by her and smashed towards the Baron.

While smashing, she shouted hysterically: "Why send my Edward to the battlefield!" ”

"He's so young, he's just passed his fifteenth birthday!"

"Why don't you go yourself! Why don't you die! ”

The baron raised his arm, constantly dodging the various objects smashed by his wife, and said with a blue face, gritting his teeth: "The baron is not a hereditary title, Edward must earn his own merits!" ”

With that, he turned around and left, and when he closed the door, there was still a thudding sound behind the door.

The baron stood for a moment, put on his top hat, and strode away with a gloomy face.

……

The baroness looked blankly at the messy room, sat down slowly along the wall, and the room gradually became dim, until the night fell completely, and when the long night passed, and the morning light came again, a bright rose appeared on the windowsill as scheduled.

The gardener's hand had not yet been withdrawn, and the silhouette of the hostess appeared next to the dim window, and she said lightly: "Ryan, there is no need to send roses in the future." ”

The gardener raised his head, his eyes widened, his young face was full of puzzlement, and the hostess slowly lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on the roses, and she whispered, "My little Edward, is going to the battlefield." ”

"There will be no more roses in my life."

With that, she turned sharply, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The young gardener stared closely at the thin back of the hostess, and after a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind, grabbed his hat, and stammered, "Please, please don't worry, I, I'll be with love, Master Edward—"

He paused, and the last sentence was extraordinarily smooth: "I'll bring him back!" ”

With that, the young gardener decisively put on his hat, turned and strode towards the rose bush.

I don't know how long it took, but the hostess turned around slowly, and she grabbed the bright rose, and she grasped it so tightly that the thorns on the branches pierced deep into her palm, and blood flowed from between her white fingers.

At the same time, her pale face appeared in the sun, and her lips were little closer to the roses.

……

In the noisy bar, a young and handsome painter wears a white shirt with a wide crack at the neckline, revealing a smooth and strong chest.

A graceful blonde woman sat behind her, her fair and soft arms wrapped around his neck from behind, and the beauty showed only half of her face, one eye painted with purple smoky makeup, and looked seductively at the baron who had just sat down next to the painter.

The painter snapped his fingers at the unsmiling bartender, who quickly brought up two glasses of whiskey, and the painter picked up the whiskey, handed one of them to the baron, "Hi, man, life is short, why not indulge in joy!" ”

The baron didn't look at the painter, he picked up the whiskey, looked at the glass quietly, and after a while, he raised the glass, tilted his head, drank the whiskey inside, and opened his mouth in a low voice: "I ask you to paint a portrait of my wife." ”

The young painter raised an eyebrow, "Aha, is our merry baron going back to the prodigal son?" You've given Marina gifts, you've given Page's gifts, but it's the first time I've heard that you're going to give your wife a gift! ”

The baron raised his head, looked at the young painter expressionlessly, and said lightly: "I have only one request, this portrait, to paint her smiling." ”

After a pause, his voice suddenly deepened: "She may not laugh in the future." ”

His hand subconsciously touched the pocket of his suit, where there was a telegram from the front line about Edward's disappearance.

……

The young painter changed his decadence in the bar, he wore a well-fitting suit, and only his long flowing hair showed that the artist was different.

At the baron's recommendation, he smiled and greeted the baroness politely, quietly examining the noble lady.

The Baroness replied politely, a little indifferently, and then her eyes fell on the Baron, who raised his hand and touched the brim of his hat, and turned to walk out of the castle.

Behind him came the question of the young painter: "Forgive me, ma'am, do you have a sweetheart?" ”

The baron's footsteps paused, and the baroness was clearly heard replying coldly: "...... There used to be. ”

His feet quickened, as if he wanted to run away from something.

……

The young painter began his days as a guest in the castle.

He didn't deliberately approach the Baroness, but infiltrated her life silently.

"Oh, ma'am, I thought that your bookshelf would be the kind of knight that some ladies and ladies love, but I didn't expect your hobby to be so different."

"I see the names of Plato, Aristotle and Descartes on your shelves, do you have a good study of philosophy?"

"Look what I found, ha, a trigonometry, do you have a dabbling in math too?"

"You really gave me a big surprise, you actually have the "Theory of the Movement of Heavenly Bodies" in your private possession, I really want to be impressed by you."

The painter leaned back on the chaise longue and excitedly raised the book he was reading to the hostess, and the baroness frowned slightly, walked over quickly, took the book out of his hand, and said coldly: "Sir, it is not polite to look through someone else's locked bookcase. ”

The young painter spread his hands and looked innocent: "Even if I am a loyal supporter of Monsieur Copernicus, will I not be able to?" ”

The baroness paused, but did not return the book to him immediately, but said lightly: "As far as I know, several of your paintings known to the world are related to the Bible. ”

The young painter blinked and laughed, "Anything related to religion will always be more expensive—"

He held his forehead with one hand and looked distressed, "Do you know how hard it is to be a man who wants to be popular with beautiful ladies?" You'll have to dress up for yourself, formal dresses for banquets, prodigal suits for private dates with the ladies, and you'll have to dress yourself up as civilians at the bar—"

21/40, that's right.

Well, it's a new month coming soon, do you have any wishes?

The little lazy man of the scum family: I'm me, I'm me! The wish of the nest is that the scum can pay off the debt, and there will be more every day in November!

(End of chapter)