Frederick untied the hairpin, hung down his blue broken hair, stood at Ophelia's door and frowned and knocked on the door: "Ophelia, I was wrong, are you okay with the door?"

"Why did you go earlier? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Ophelia's voice was close, as if she was right behind against the door.

"Don't be angry. ”

"Didn't you order me to grow up? Okay, I'm not going to rely on you anymore, so I'll ignore you. "She began to play strange logic.

Frederick was dumbfounded, and when he stood at the door, thinking about what to do, he suddenly heard a pleasant and soft voice laughing at himself:

"Oh yes, knocking on my sister's door in your pajamas, what the hell do you want to do, my depraved brother?" Otto wrapped in a snow-white bath towel, tilted his head to wipe his wet blue hair with a towel, and stood on the stairs looking at Frederick defiantly, "Thinking 'it doesn't matter if it's a half-brother', so you finally can't help but attack Ophelia at night, my brother is really as beast as ever." No, it's going to be struck by lightning, so let's stop this stupid idea as soon as possible. ”

Frederick's knuckles froze on the door, he didn't knock, closed his eyes to hold back his anger, and tried to calmly retort: "Dear brother, Lang has only come back now, don't you know how to take care of your sister?"

"I went to practice my sword. Otto dried his hair nonchalantly, tilted his head, and his long wet blue hair flew to the back of his shoulders, and spread it finely on his smooth back, and his back was unruly and moving, like a fearless concubine: "You should also practice your sword, even if you wield it in an orderly manner, if you squander your strength, my brother will not stand outside the door of taboos now." ”

After saying this, Otto pulled the rubber band and tied the ponytail, went upstairs and went to bed.

Frederick was so embarrassed that his knuckles hung over the door and hesitated for a long time, but he knocked lightly.

"Bang Bang. There was a calm knock on the rosewood door, and then there was a "click" to unlock it, and Ophelia opened the door, leaning behind the door, revealing a half-focused face: "Are you here?"

"Yes. ”

"If you come, you won't be allowed to leave. If you're not there, I only dare to sleep with the light on, my eyes hurt. Ophelia complained.

"Okay. Frederick walked in, put the hairpin on Ophelia's dresser, leaned over the bed, picked up the heavy "Biography of a Hero" and flipped through it, and looked at ten lines: "Which hero's story do you want to hear?"

Ophelia was overjoyed, pushed the door and locked it, ran back and clapped her hands and laughed: "I want to listen to the story of Maximilian the Great who used marriage to dominate the continent. ”

"Did the sun never set on the creation of the Habsburg dynasty...... That had to be the year 1459 of the Imperial Era. Frederick's fingers counted the catalogue index line by line, and he said casually, "You love to hear about the royal family, don't you?"

Ophelia had already hidden under the covers, snuggling up to Frederick who was sitting at the head of the bed, and her hazy red eyes looked at his side face wistfully: "I think it's so powerful to build the prototype of an empire by getting married......"

"The kind of marriage that is unhappy. ”

"But Prince Fran and Margaret are a good match. ”

"Why don't you look at the 'crazy ****' Juana? For the sake of military interests, the most beautiful prince in the country married the most heinous woman in the whole continent. ”

"Ah, what a pity. Prince Philip is so handsome......"

The two of them chatted in pieces, and a warm circle of candlelight trembled to protect them from the invasion of darkness and maintain this warm moment.

The next morning, the morning light peeked in through the thin curtains, illuminating Mademoiselle Marquise's bedroom. Frederick opened his sore eyelids, and his arm moved, and he felt his slippery white hair spill all over the crook of his arm, like cold satin.

He looked down and saw Ophelia biting her thumb and curling up beside him to sleep, her messy bangs hanging lazily, revealing a clean and charming little face, which was like an angel in a satisfied and happy sleep.

The open "Biography of a Hero" was still heavily pressed against his white shirt. Yesterday he and Ophelia talked tirelessly, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

Frederick's head ached a little, and he wanted to wash his hair, change his clothes, and go to the study to finalize the guest list and the details of the banquet. There are a lot of things going on today, and the schedule is densely arranged in his mind.

He carefully pulled out his arms and sat up, put his feet in his shoes, and closed the "Hero's Biography", Ophelia woke up dimly, opened her starry eyes, looked at his back, and muttered, "So early?"

"You'll sleep a little longer, see you at the table. Frederick picked up the hairpin on the dresser.

"Yes. Ophelia obediently agreed, and closed her eyes again in a daze.

Frederick looked back at her, and saw her looking down from the light outside the window, stubbornly sleeping like a ball of kittens. The white bare feet protrude from under the messy quilt, delicate and beautiful, lazy and charming. He bit his lip and smiled, tiptoed out, and closed the door gently.

Then Frederick quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself, "It's good that no one passes by here in the morning, otherwise it wouldn't be clear." Walk fast, walk fast. ”

"Please, tell me, you didn't just sneak out of your sister's room. Miranda, the fat maid, stood in the hallway with a laundry basket in her arms, stunned.

Frederick looked back in amazement and blurted out, "Miranda, it's not what you think......"

Miranda's eyes widened in anger, and she frowned alertly to look around before she whispered indignantly: "For God's sake, Frederick, she's only sixteen! Can't you wait for her to grow up!"

"Listen to me Miranda, I did come out of it, but ......" Frederick stretched out his hands, even if he couldn't argue, he was desperately defending.

"Your kids are going to have double chins!" Miranda angrily pointed at her burly self, her fat flesh trembling in annoyance, "And not this healthy double chin!"

"I know it's hard to see a double chin in an incestuous deformity......"

"Then you're still coming out inside?Oh my God, Frederick, did you really go to study at Wiener?" Miranda was completely desperate for Frederick, shaking her head, holding the laundry basket and preparing to leave, "You nobles sometimes live more obscene than commoners, to be reasonable, that's your own sister! That's your family." ”

"Miranda, listen to me, I treat you as a member of the family, always have been, listen to me explain!" Frederick reached out to chase the fat maid.

Miranda looked back jealously and emphatically emphasized, "Oh, you're just trying to get me to follow in Ophelia's footsteps. Give it up Frederick, I am not as infatuated with you as the poor girl. You don't want to touch a finger of me. ”

Frederick's stomach was twitching. He pressed his heart with a grim face, trying to relieve the pain caused by this sentence, bared his teeth to hold back his nausea, and said to Miranda with a frown, "It breaks my heart to hear you say that--but I really didn't do anything else to Ophelia-"

"If you dare to take Ophelia into that perverted room on the east side of the fourth floor, I'll resign. You'll never want to see me. In order to protect Ophelia, Miranda categorically threatens Frederick.

Frederick opened his mouth, he didn't expect Miranda to know everything about the mansion, and even knew his grandfather's SM game room.

When he says "something else," he doesn't mean whips, dripping wax bondage, and trojan horses!

When Frederick looked stunned, Miranda was already muttering to the washing basket and walked away: "Even the aristocracy is too much." When a group of nasty people get together, how can it become an upper class? He shook his head and walked away while talking to himself.

Frederick felt all his strength drained, and he pushed open the window with all his strength, stretched out his head to breathe in the fresh air, gasped vigorously, and then kept telling himself:

"Believe in yourself, believe in yourself! I'm not a pervert. ”