The archon's hands were elegantly in his pockets, and against the silver chain of his pocket watch, his hands were smooth and white, like a pair of hands playing the piano, without any strength.

Slowly pacing in front of her friend, the archon raised his hand, and in a slow tone, with a hint of revenge, looked at his wife: "Introduction, this is my eldest son and my heir, you can call him little Mr. Anthony." ”

The first lady was like a lightning strike, her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but take a step back, she pulled the corners of her lips stiffly, and showed a forced smile: "How can you have children, how can you-"

The archon looked at her deeply, meaningfully: "Do you remember the maid Claire who was sent to the lower city by you?" She already had my child at the time. ”

The consul succeeded in awakening the first lady's sleeping memory, and in an instant, her eyes erupted with fire, and she gritted her teeth with infinite hatred: "That slut! Damn it! I've sent someone to watch her, she should be sent to a communal tent for the inferior to have children—"

Her voice paused, and she turned her head sharply: "It's you!" Cross! Even you betrayed me! ”

A tall and sturdy man, but a little rickety, came out of the shadows of the bushes, his temples were a little gray, and his facial features were extremely deep because of his old age, and it could be seen that when he was young, he should have been a very handsome man.

He looked at the first lady expressionlessly, and opened his mouth numbly: "That's my sister, my only sister, madam!" ”

"You grew up together, and she will do anything for you! Willing to do anything! It's you! You asked her to give birth to your baby! ”

"You sent her to that kind of place!"

His battered face was distorted by pain, like one of the countless coolies in the lower city who the First Lady called inferior.

The archon took a deep breath and raised his hand to pat: "Okay, my lady, it's time for you to go back and rest, and yours, hmm, young lover?" ”

The consul actually glanced at Cross quite sympathetically, obviously, the first lady's most trusted chief of the guard was not just a guard, but like the maid beside him, after old age and decay, he was naturally disliked.

The pain on Cross's face may not be due solely to his sister's abandonment.

The handmaidens looked at each other at a loss, and finally one of the older maids, with a secret pleasure on her face, was the first to step forward, restrain the first lady's arm, and cheerfully spoke: "Madam, didn't you hear the order of the lord?" It's time to go back to your room and rest. ”

The First Lady struggled and cried out as she struggled: "No, Anthony! Aren't you the embodiment of a self-proclaimed god of justice?! And what about this slut?! She's stealing your apples and dating your young son! ”

"She betrayed you!"

She roared viciously, and her voice was full of viciousness: "Traitor, cut off her nose, so that everyone who sees her knows what she has done!" ”

As she spoke, she glared at her chief of guard fiercely, and it was obvious that there was more than one betrayer in her mouth.

The archon's eyes fell on her son and young maid, and she knew that at this time, whatever she said would be considered a quibble, and she could only hold the half basket of apples in her arms, quietly and apprehensively, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Her eyes drooped, staring at the apples in the basket, because of her height, she stood on tiptoe, and could only pick the apples under the fruit trees, most of which were red on one side and a little green on the other. Twenty fifty thousand

In the large room of the lowly handmaidens where she lived, there were also handmaidens who had been briefly favored by the consuls and had eaten apples by chance, and in their dreamlike descriptions, the red apples would be sweeter, and the green apples would be more sour.

Are these apples sweet and sour?

What kind of sweetness is that? Is it like honey? What kind of acid is acid? Vinegar the same?

She couldn't help but swallow, if only she, uh, if only she could eat an apple before she died.

So, by the devil's hand, she reached into the basket and picked up the biggest, reddest, and most beautiful apple, and clicked a mouthful.

In the silence, the clicking sound was so harsh that everyone's eyes were focused on her, even the cold guards beside the archon showed expressions of disbelief, and the maidens opened their mouths exaggeratedly and dumbfounded.

Little Anthony didn't notice the corners of his father's slightly curled lips, he looked worriedly at the girl who was eating apples with a happy expression, took a deep breath, turned his head to look at his father, bowed slightly, and said calmly:

"I asked her to pick the apples, father, aren't you going to introduce me to the nobles of the city tonight? I thought it was a day to celebrate, so I asked her to pick the apple and share it with the guests to celebrate the occasion. ”

"Oh?" The consul looked at his son who had just been named with a smile, and asked, "Then how about the one she ate?" Does she also qualify for an apple? ”

Little Anthony's lips moved, "This apple—"

The consul interrupted him suddenly, he looked around and declared in a loud voice, "That's right! She is eligible for an apple! ”

"In order to reward her, she has worked diligently for me in the study this month!"

"And you, my loyal guards, and the hardworking maids, you also have the opportunity to receive an apple as a reward!"

After a moment of silence, cheers erupted, and in the midst of the commotion, the archon smiled and looked at his eldest son, who was expressionless.

She silently looked at everything in front of her, clicking and gnawing on the apple in her hand, sweet and sour, the juice burst out on the tip of her tongue, it was so delicious!

Daddy was right!

What you eat in your mouth is your own!

The archon smiled at the maiden, "All right, kid, take all the apples off, we need more apples for those who deserve them." ”

The words of the consul were once again cheered by all.

The first lady with a blue face broke free from the handmaidens who restrained her hands, raised her chin haughtily, and left without saying a word, and the consuls left with the guards, and the handmaidens scattered in a hurry, and at last, on the lawn, only the young heir of the lord and the young handmaiden remained.

Little Anthony stretched out his arms and leaned back, the whole person was lying on the lawn like a big word, he looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand, blocked the somewhat dazzling sunlight, and opened his mouth bitterly: "You know what? My father, just now, taught me a lesson. ”