The Duke of the Blood Clan smashed his mouth, feeling the colder and colder temperature in the room, and walked stiffly to the psychiatrist, "Okay, then let's have a drink, how can you have honey?" ”

The psychiatrist poured him a large cup, took the boy in his arms again, and replied casually: "Some time ago, the master's personality was collected when his personality was abnormally sweet, well, it was also on the door of your small room." ”

The Duke held the teacup in his hand, and with a bad conjecture in his mind, he stammered and asked, "There is honey, then, are there any bees?" ”

The psychiatrist smiled but did not speak, but his eyes slanted to the lower right corner of the coffin, and the Duke followed his line of sight and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "SHIT! ”

It was a durian-sized beehive with a spindle hanging upside down, and there were even a few bees hanging outside the hive, only now, these little pitifuls, along with the hive, had a layer of hoarfrost frozen outside.

The psychiatrist raised his hand tremblingly, poured another cup of hot tea, and after a while, the tea that was still steaming just now had become warm in his hand, and he sniffled: "You still care about ourselves!" ”

As soon as he was reminded by the psychiatrist, the Duke found that the temperature seemed to be much lower, he raised his head, and saw the hoarfrost hanging on the psychiatrist's pale golden eyebrows, and was just about to open his mouth to remind the other party, and the hot air that erupted from his mouth was already a white mist.

Lord Duke: "......"

He couldn't imagine what that bastard of the main personality had gone through now-

Leohard buried his head between his knees and didn't move, I don't know how long it took, he slowly raised his head, stretched out his hand, and slowly picked up a fragment of the mirror, and held it up in front of him.

Looking at the face reflected in the mirror, still handsome, but full of jealousy and resentment, Leohard's eyes sank, and he said softly: "No, it's not like this. ”

In the next second, as if catalyzed by magic, the face in the mirror began to change, and the negative emotions receded like a tide, and what was left in the end was a young and handsome face that was extremely clean and without any emotion.

He smiled at himself in the mirror, "That's it. ”

suppressed all the jealousy and resentment in the bottom of his heart, and never let her find the slightest hint, and never give her the slightest reason to leave him.

This is Leohard's decision.

And with his decision, the castle in his inner world became colder and colder, and even the Duke who had always been arrogant couldn't help but lean close to the food in his eyes and the psychiatrist.

Seeing that the hot tea in his hand, which was still a little warm a moment ago, completely froze into a lump of ice, the Duke's eyes unconsciously fell on the black coffin he loved - it is worth mentioning that in such a cold environment, the grass on the coffin lid has become stronger and stronger, and the original faint green has become extraordinarily rich.

There was a deep sadness in his heart - he actually wanted to split his coffin to keep warm!

As a noble duke of the blood clan, this is really a shame!

Without hesitation, the Duke got up and strode towards his coffin, and as he walked, his joints made a snapping sound, and just as he was one step away from the coffin, he froze completely, turning into a walking ice sculpture.

……

Jian Han stared intently at the A4 copy paper-sized oil painting that Roy handed her, and said sincerely: "She is so beautiful." ”

Roy stood beside her, looking at the girl on the painting with complicated eyes, and muttered, "yes—"

Jian Han raised his head and asked curiously, "This is the theme of our next story?" What is this painting called? ”

Roy shrugged his shoulders, pointed to the kettle on the girl's arm, and said succinctly, "Broken kettle." ”

"Broken pot?" Jian Han repeated the name of the oil painting in disbelief, and said frankly: "This name doesn't match this painting very well." ”

The girl in the painting looks very young, seventeen or eighteen years old, with bright eyes, ruddy cheeks, and even some baby fat, and there are small pits on the hands in front of her, which looks very cute.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the word broken pot.

Roy patiently explained: "The broken pot is a French colloquialism, a metaphor for misconduct, and the meaning of the painter's work is to mock those women who have lost their temper—"

He paused, looked at Jian Han's shining eyes, and knew that he had aroused the curiosity of this studious heroine again, so he subconsciously introduced the background of the creation of oil painting:

"At that time, it was a period when capitalism was just emerging and the European aristocracy was in decline, and the European aristocracy no longer liked religious paintings in the traditional sense, but instead pursued love paintings with Greek mythology as the theme——"

Speaking of this, Roy shrugged his shoulders and said disapprerovingly: "You know, well, the Greek gods are all very unrestrained and heroic, and none of the goddesses are loyal to their husbands, and they often have few clothes, or they don't wear them at all. ”

Jian Han snorted in surprise, and then expressed his understanding: "When an era is about to end, the ruler will always show a mad side, like in the history of our country, there was a saying about Jiuchi Meat Forest, which came from a violent last king. ”

Roy nodded repeatedly: "Yes, and then in response to this decadent and degenerate behavior, some thinkers put forward new theories, they believe that no matter what form of painting, it should enlighten people, and the author of this broken pot is a staunch supporter of this theory." ”

"You can also see this in the names of his other works, "The Father's Curse", "The Punished Son" and so on."

Jian Han couldn't help but smile: "This master is really straightforward." ”

She lowered her head, and then looked at the oil painting in her hand, and then there was a different meaning, and after a while, she sighed lightly: "Even if I know that the original intention of this oil painting is to criticize, but this girl, no matter how you look at it, it still can't be linked to the theme——"

This girl is so beautiful and cute!

Roy coughed lightly, "That's because the model of this oil painting is the girl that the painter likes, and when she paints this oil painting, she naturally paints the perfect goddess in her heart." ”

"It stands to reason that this oil painting is completely inconsistent with his theme, and it should be regarded as a failed work, but the painter painted the girl so beautifully, and after this painting was completed, it was sought after by the mainstream society at that time, which is also the artist's famous work."

Jian Han blinked, and suddenly realized: "No wonder." ”

Roy laughed: "Later, this girl, accepted the painter's pursuit and became his wife. ”

"Think about it, how could he possibly paint his wife as a dang woman?"

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