Nangong stayed at home without a trace and did not go out, determined not to take a step out of the door for the matter of equipment.

"We have half a month to go," he said to some of his friends, "well, if after half a month I find nothing, or if nothing comes to me, I, as a faithful Catholic, cannot kill myself by bullets, but I will look for those scoundrels until they kill me." There are so many of them that they can definitely kill me. Then people will say that I died for the king, which means that I did my duty without equipment. ”

Chen Tie kept his hands behind his back, kept walking around the room, and kept nodding his head and saying, "I want to do it according to my idea." ”

Zhao Yu was very worried after hearing this, his hair was scattered, and he didn't say a word.

This unhappy scene shows that there is a sad atmosphere among several friends.

And the attendants all used the same demeanor to share the sorrow of the master. Xiao Zhao stored all the leftover bread cubes, Xiao Li had converted to religion and spent his days in the church, Xiao Wang watched the flies fly around, and Xiao Sun, everyone's sorrow could not make him break the silence imposed on him by his master, and sighed all day long, and even the stone would sympathize with him.

The three friends—as we said, Nangong Wuxian swore that he would not take a step out of the door for the sake of equipment—and the three friends roamed the streets every day, scanning every stone slab in front of them to see if the people who passed in front of them had lost their money bags. Wherever they passed, they were on the lookout, like hunters searching for the tracks of wild beasts. When they met each other, everyone's eyes were disappointed, as if asking each other, "Did you find anything?"

Chen Tie was the first to have an idea, so he grabbed the idea and held on, so he was the first to take action. The venerable Nangong Wuxian is a doer. One day, when Fan Xiaoqi saw him walking towards the church, he unconsciously followed him, only to see him roll up his mustache and twist his short beard under his lips as he walked into the church, an action that usually indicates that he has conquered*. Fan Xiaoqi carefully concealed himself, and Chen Tie thought that no one saw him. Fan Xiaoqi followed him into the church. Chen Tie walked to a pillar and stood with his back against it, while Fan Xiaoqi remained unnoticed, leaning against the other side of the pillar.

It happened to be the day of the sermon, so there were a lot of people in the church. Chen Tie took advantage of the crowd and quietly looked at each woman. Thanks to Xiao Zhao's careful care, although he was sad in his heart, he couldn't see it on the outside. His felt hat was indeed a little worn out, his feathers were a little faded, the embroidered flowers on his clothes were a little dark, and the lace was a little out of shape, but in the half-light of the church, these small places could not be seen. Chen Tie has always been the heroic and tall Chen Tie.

Fan Xiaoqi noticed that on the bench closest to Chen Tie and the pillar he was leaning on, there was a middle-aged woman who still had charm, although she was a little yellow and thin, wearing a black headscarf, but her body was straight, and her face showed a proud look. Chen Tie's eyes sneaked around the lady, and then looked into the depths of the hall.

The lady's face was red and white for a while, and from time to time she sent a lightning-fast autumn wave to the frivolous Chen Tie, so Chen Tie immediately stared at her obsessively. This was obviously a kind of wrist for Chen Tie to tease the lady in the black turban, because the lady bit her lip desperately, scratched the tip of her nose from time to time, and sat on the stool with a desperate and uneasy look.

Chen Tie saw all this, he rolled up his mustache again, twisted the short beard under his lips, and began to wink at a beautiful lady beside the choir, who was not only beautiful, but also looked like a noble lady, because there was a little black slave behind her who brought her a kneeling mat, and a maid carried for her a bag with a medal pattern and a book for Mass.

The lady in the black turban followed Potos's gaze and looked at it zigzagly, and found that his gaze was fixed on the lady who knelt on a velvet cushion with a little black attendant and a handmaiden.

At this time, Chen Tie intensified even more, blinking his eyes, putting his fingers to his lips and kissing, with an angry smile on his face--it really made the lady who was still charming and despised angry to death.

The lady regretted it, patted her chest, and said, "Cough!". The sigh was so loud that everybody, even the lady kneeling on the red mat, looked back at her. Chen Tie still ignored her, he obviously heard her sigh, but he deliberately pretended to be deaf.

The lady kneeling on the red mat made a strong impression on the lady in the black turban, because in the eyes of the lady in the black turban, she was very beautiful and indeed a terrible opponent, and she also made a strong impression on Chen Tie, because Chen Tie felt that she was more beautiful than the lady in the black turban. The lady also made a strong impression on d'Artagnan, and Van Xiaoqi recognized her as the woman he had met in Morne, Calais, and Duvre, whom he hated with scarred sideburns that he had called Milady.

Fan Xiaoqi paid attention to the lady while continuing to observe Potos's tricks, which he thought was quite interesting. He thought that the lady in the black turban might be the attorney's wife on Bear Blind Street, because the church of Saint-Lô was not far from that street.

Therefore, he deduced that Chen Tie was avenging Chantilly's defeat, and that time, the wife of the agent ad litem insisted on holding on to her purse.

However, in the midst of all this, Fan Xiaoqi noticed that there was no face to respond to Chen Tie's courtesy. What Chen Tie pursued was nothing more than vanity and fantasy. However, for true love, true jealousy, is there anything real besides vanity and fantasy?

The sermon is over. The attorney's wife walked towards the holy water tank. Chen Tie hurriedly grabbed in front of her, not with one finger, but with his entire hand soaked into the holy water. The wife of the agent ad litem smiled, thinking that Chen Tie was so serious for her. However, she soon found out sadly that she had thought wrong: when she was three steps away from him, Chen Tie turned his head to the side, still staring at the lady kneeling on the red mat. The lady had risen and was walking towards the holy water tank with the little black slave and the maid.

When she walked to her side, Chen Tie hurriedly pulled out his water-drenched hand from the holy water tank. The moon-looking woman touched Potos' thick hand with her slender hand, smiled and drew a cross, and walked out of the church.

The wife of the attorney ad litem felt that this was too much. She had no doubt that this lady had hooked up with Chen Tie. If she were a noble lady, she would have fainted. However, she was only a litigant's wife, so she only said angrily to the musketeer, "Hey, Mr. Potos, won't you give me some holy water?"

Hearing this voice, Chen Tie said as if he had been awakened suddenly after sleeping for a hundred years: "Husband...... Madame," he almost cried, "is it really you?, how is your husband's dear Mr. Cocknar, and is he still as insensitive, as he used to be?

"I sit next to you, sir," said the attorney ad litem, "for you have not caught a glimpse of me, for you have only fixed your eyes on the beautiful lady whom you have brought the holy water." ”

Potos pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Alas, you see ......"

"You can't see unless you're blind. Mrs. Acting pouted and said angrily.

"That's right," Chen Tie said nonchalantly, "that's a duchess among my girlfriends. Her husband was jealous, and it was difficult for me to meet her, so she informed me that she was coming to the church in the middle of nowhere today just to see me. ”

"Chen Tie!" said the wife of the agent ad litem, "would you like to stretch out your arm to me for five minutes so that I can happily talk to you?"

"How not, ma'am. Chen Tie blinked secretly, like a gambler who wanted to play a trick to lure the other party into the bait, and smiled quietly.

At this time, Fan Xiaoqi went to chase Milady and passed by them. He glanced over to Chen Tie and saw his triumphant eyes.

"Hehe!" he couldn't help but laugh secretly at the thought of the extraordinarily frivolous morality of this merry era, "Look, this one will probably be able to get the equipment ready at the scheduled time." ”

Chen Tie was like a boat obeying the helm handle, and he followed the wife of the litigant wherever her arm strained, until he reached the cloister of the monastery of San Makruval. The cloister has revolving fence gates at both ends, and is rarely entered, and during the day only beggars can be seen eating or children playing.

"Ouch, Chen Tie!" The wife of the agent ad litem noticed that no one here saw them except beggars and children, and no one heard them, so she exclaimed, "Chen Tie, you really look like a great fighter now!"

"Me, ma'am!" Chen Tie asked vividly, "Why do you say that?"

"What about the ciphers and the holy water just now, the lady with the little slave and the handmaiden, at least a princess!" the acting lady said in her calm tone, revealing a little dissatisfaction.

"You're mistaken, oh my God! No. Chen Tie pretended not to understand anything, and replied calmly, "She is just a duchess." ”

"And what about the male attendant waiting at the door, and the luxurious four-wheeled carriage, and the coachman in his uniform who sat in the carriage?"

Whether it was a male attendant or a luxury four-wheeled carriage, Chen Tie didn't see it, but Mrs. Cocknell, as a jealous woman, saw everything.

Chen Tie regretted that he didn't simply say that the woman kneeling on the red mat was a princess.

"Heh, you have become the darling of all beauties, Chen Tie!" said the wife of the agent ad litem with a sigh.

"Yes," Chen Tie replied, "you know, I was born with such a good appearance, and of course I have good luck. ”

"Oh my God, how forgetful a man is!" said the attorney's wife, looking up at the sky, and sighing.

"I don't think men are as forgetful as women. Chen Tie retorted, "Because after all, madam, you can say that I am your victim." I was wounded and dying, and saw the surgeon leave me alone, and I, the son of a noble family, who trusted in your friendship so much, nearly died of wounds and starvation in a decent inn in Chantilly. I have written you several fiery letters in a row, and you don't even bother to answer any of them. ”

"However, Chen Tie...... "The wife of the agent ad litem spoke in a hurry, and she felt that she had indeed done something wrong by judging the character of the noble lady at that time.

"And I gave up the Countess of Panavlore for your sake......" Chen Tie frowned and complained.

"I know that. The acting lady calmed her face a little and replied.

"And baroness so-and-so......" Chen Tie added with a calm expression.

"Mr. Potos, don't count me. The acting lady's face was very ugly.

However, Chen Tie added at this time: "There is also a duchess of so-and-so." ”

"Mr. Potos, please be magnanimous!" said the acting lady, who had already been a little angry with him.

"You're right, ma'am, I can't count them all. Chen Tie showed a polite look.

"That's because my husband refused to borrow it. The acting lady looked worried, her eyes flickered up and down, left and right, and she didn't know where to put it.

"Mrs. Cocknar," Chen Tie said in a gentle tone, "do you remember the first letter you wrote to me, I will always remember it in my heart." ”

The attorney's wife touched her chest and sighed, and then said, "But," she said, "it's also because the amount of money you're borrowing is a little bigger." ”

"Madame Corknar, I think of you first. Actually, I just need to write a letter to Duchess so-and-so...... I was reluctant to give her name because I didn't want to damage a woman's reputation. But I knew that if I wrote her a letter, she would send me a thousand and a half. Chen Tie continued to say in a calm tone.

After hearing this, the agent ad litem's wife took out a white silk handkerchief from her pocket and touched her eyes, she shed tears!

"Mr. Potos," she said in a trembling voice, "I swear to you that you have punished me enough, and that you will only have to speak to me in such a situation in the future." ”

"Come on, ma'am," Chen Tie said with a pretended disgust, "please don't mention the money, it's too embarrassing." ”

"So you don't love me anymore!" said the attorney's wife sadly.

Chen Tie continued to maintain a solemn silence. A kind of pretending, which makes people feel extremely disgusting solemnity and silence.

Seeing Chen Tie's firm attitude, Mrs. Acting looked at Chen Tie with moist eyes and a look of disappointment, and said, "That's how you answered me? ”

"Think about the harm you've done to me, ma'am. The damage is still here today. Chen Tie put his hand on his heart and pressed it hard. (Just Love)