When Frederick rode back to the mansion, the moon was already hanging high in the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe vineyards dance in the light breeze and the leaves rustle in the waves. The door of the manor had been opened long ago, and the gardener stood respectfully behind the gate of the iron flower. At the end of the stone road, the magnificent mansion was lit up with a few sporadic lights, and probably only the night watchman and the butler were still awake.

"Is Mademoiselle Marquis asleep?" said Frederick, turning and dismounting, and asked the gardener cautiously.

The gardener shook his head, wondering how I knew. Suddenly, there was the sound of leather shoes on the gravel road, and the only remaining maid of Frederick's family approached.

"Hi, Miranda," Frederick led the horse over and pulled out her gloves vigorously, "Is Miss Ophelia asleep?"

"Oh, Frederick, you are already a dead man. Miranda, the fat maid who weighed almost a war horse, gloated and pretended to be serious, "Ophelia heard that you had a duel today, and fidgeted and made a pot of creamy potato bisque, waiting for you to come back and eat it together, given that it was now close to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night,"

Miranda glanced at the moon in the sky, crossed her fat fingers, and counted the hours viciously: "And Ophelia has been waiting since six o'clock, and I count, 1, 2, yes, she has been sitting at the dinner table for six hours! ”

Then Miranda staggered to the cleaning room with a full laundry basket.

"Is she angry? What was your expression when you saw her just now?" asked Frederick, who asked after the maid, and because he spoke so quickly, he blurted out at the end, "Can I still see the sun tomorrow?" ”

Miranda happily gave advice: "You'd better see her on a stretcher, or you'll come out on a stretcher." ”

Frederick stayed in front of his steed, and the whip fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Miranda calmly went to do the laundry, and said to herself happily: "It's great that St. Phil is on top, and it is great to be able to flirt with the nobles every day." ”

Lancelot followed lightly and comforted him earnestly: "Lord Otto has returned to the mansion early, Miss Ophelia should know that you are safe." She probably shouldn't be overly worried, and so should you. ”

Frederick took a reassuring pill, tore off his gloves, unbuttoned his cloak, and hurried into the mansion, and as soon as he entered the door, the night watchman came up and took the cloak and gloves, turned his head and closed the door of the mansion, cutting off the goose-yellow light in the door.

Frederick walked across the hall, up the spiral staircase, and paced Lancelot into the hallway, where he saw that the lights in the dining room were still stubbornly on, and a thin orange light leaked through the crack in the door. Frederick's heart burned, he trotted two steps, pushed open the door of the dining room, and sure enough, he saw the candlelight flickering on the long table, and a girl with long cream hair fell asleep on the table.

The girl was slender and thin, and wore a white dress with a flower collar, as lovely as the delicate stamens of the lilies. As she rested at the table, her long cream-colored silver hair spilled on the table like mercury, covering her face. And the two double ponytails slid down the table and hung down next to the chair legs, falling quietly, like tassels. There was no frills on her head, just two stacks of smooth black satin bows hanging from side to side, simple and beautiful, pure and pleasant, just like her transparent soul, incomparably clear and peaceful.

Frederick gritted his teeth and thought, "Where has Otto gone again, why don't you take care of your sister?" and hurried in, seeing that the creamy matsutake potato soup on the table had formed a piece like cheese, and with mixed feelings, he carefully bent down to hug her.

As soon as her hand reached into the girl's knee, Ophelia let out a "sigh", turned her head to wake up, gently scratched the hair marks on her face with her index finger, and muttered sleepily, "Brother Frederick?"

Frederick couldn't hold it, so he brushed the messy hair on her face with his fingers, revealing a cute and delicate goose egg face, and asked softly, "Why did you sleep here?"

Ophelia let him open his bangs, looked up at him, pursed her lips expressionlessly, looked at him intently with clear and miserable eyes, and announced angrily: "If you don't come back, I'll wait until you hang me." ”

Frederick knew that she was full of joy and anger, and the snickering joy on her face meant that she was actually full of joy, and the thin anger on her face meant that her heart was galloping. So as soon as he saw his sister half-squinting and looking at himself hazy, he knew it was time to apologize.

"I went to inspect the workshop and then to the church. There are two more trips temporarily, and I forgot to tell you. I really shouldn't. Tomorrow you can punish me, it's late today, go to bed. Frederick whispered.

Ophelia leaned back in her chair and whispered, "The soup I made for you has turned into jelly." She folded her legs, and the double ponytails were scattered on her shoulders and skirt, reflecting the full and rounded contours of her legs, which made people can't help but look at the faint slim waist in the skirt, and if you look closely, the curves are really pleasing to the eye. Only then did she sigh that she had reached the time when she was a girl's charm, she was young and young, and the temptation was not yet full, and different perspectives of perspective would give people different surging moods: sometimes it made your heart like a deer hitting your veins, and sometimes it made you feel heartache and pity and love it.

Frederick was afraid that he would not be able to persuade her, so he thought for a moment before saying, "It's okay, tomorrow I will ask Miranda to make me breakfast, and not a drop will be wasted." ”

Ophelia said willfully: "I can't sleep, my brother will tell me a story." ”

Frederick said, "Hey, it's no longer time to sleep and bathe together, it's time to grow up." ”

Before the words landed, his sister's soft little hand pushed him, and then Ophelia jumped off the chair and walked out with the smiling little lion puppet: "My brother has changed since he returned to China." ”

"Why!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ophelia hid outside the door and turned to look at him, revealing half of her face from behind the door: "It is said that a good brother is like a little lion, and he will never be separated for the rest of his life." As a result, it disappeared for four years. After coming back, he used the excuse of 'growing up' to perfunctory people, but in fact, he didn't like Ophelia. ”

Frederick asked, "Then if I tell you a story, won't you be angry?"

"Angry. Very angry. Ophelia pursed her lips and said quietly, her calm and delicate voice had the calmness of Gu Jing Wubo, but it was pitiful and lovely: "My brother doesn't want to accompany me." I don't like this kind of forced treatment. ”

Ophelia then ignored Lancelot, who was stationed outside the door with her sword, and calmly disappeared into the shadows of the corridor with the claws of the little lion puppet.

Frederick scratched his cheeks and came out, and said to Lancelot, on the verge of collapse, "She doesn't want to marry, does she?

Lancelot looked at Frederick who was in distress speechlessly, and waited for him to calm down before he seriously offered advice: "Don't worry about the trouble in the future, you can go and put the young lady to sleep." If the girl's anger is left overnight, it is like cement drying overnight, and the next day it will solidify into a hard pimple, and you can't pick it off. ”

Frederick scratched his hair for a while, and with a "hmm", he dismissed Lancelot: "I see, you should go and rest early." ”

"As you indicated, Your Highness the Count. Lancelot bowed, then retreated into the shadows of the hallway, and finally turned and hurried downstairs.