The moonlight tonight is beautiful.

A bright white jade plate hangs high in the sky, and there are not many floating clouds far and near, and the star spots are covered with shadows.

"It's a good day to write poetry..."

Yacharin sighed with emotion, sincerely hoping that he could hold up a few wrong poems.

However, there is no way to pick up poetry or something inspiration. If you click on it, you will find more people. If you have an 18-pound cannon at hand, he will be sure to knock the mansion in front of him into pieces within five rounds of artillery attacks.

This idea is not good.

Because a person's behavior pattern is determined by his thinking pattern, he thinks of killing, setting fire, speaking, doing things, metaphors, and reflections... and so on, it will naturally exude a gloomy and bizarre smell.

In other words, if a real actor does not exist, if a person's acting skills are so clever that it is difficult to tell the truth or falsehood, he is definitely not acting, but at the moment of acting, and completely transforming himself into another person.

Violent brain, military brain, love brain... Later generations' paranoid descriptions of human behavior are ultimately a description of such large-scale spherical scenes.

Ziegfe's character is a standard literary and artistic brain and a saint brain. Such a person is inseparable from darkness. No matter how unstable the emotions are, he cannot be murderous.

Therefore, if the character is not broken, Yacharin had no choice but to free himself from his combat readiness and return to the Ziegfe Narlo, who "expected everyone to be happy".

He closed his eyes and murmured to himself.

"I am Zieg von Narlo...I am Zieg von Narlo, the second son of Porto Narlo, and the innocent sissy who likes drama."

He opened his eyes suddenly as he spoke.

"In the name of love!"

“In the name of love!”

"Realize your name with love!"

Acharin raised his face and read Shakespeare's famous quote in a chanting tone: "Love! Can create miracles!"

Ziegfee was resurrected, his soft eyes and bright smile were like a sun with a shiny light. Even in the dark courtyard, he could not hide his light.

He turned around the ground with one foot like dancing, raised his arms, and threw a new golden Louis toward the second room on the east end of the second floor.

The small gold coins flipped in the air, drew parabolas across the small balcony covered with green plants, smashed on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, making a jingle sound.

Yacharin listened quietly, silently chanting ten in his heart, the afterglow dissipated, and he threw out the second one, then the third one, the fourth one...

Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding...

The golden whistle sounded in succession and stringed, and it entered the room, spread out like spider silk, swaying and swaying onto the big bed, and drilled into the crying Miss Emily's ears.

"What... is ringing?"

Miss Emily wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and supported herself, looking in confusion in the direction of the balcony.

Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding...

"Is anyone? Who is hiding on the balcony?"

The strange sound was unmoved, maintaining a steady rhythm, ringing one after another.

The lady climbed out of bed curiously, stepped on the blanket barefoot, and shook a crack in the door timidly following the sound, and tentatively stretched out her head like a newborn young bird.

She saw a piece of silver-covered earth.

The bright moonlight spreads all over the corners of the vision, covering every visible object with silver gauze. The colorful roofs and mottled walls have lost their usual color, and are dirty and disappearing, turning into a holy radiant cold light.

The night wind blows from the direction of the sea, and the earth steams the heat accumulated during the day. The two intersect and form a faint mist, lingering in the courtyard, rippling on the corners of the street, and then attaching the silver yarn all over the ground with thin snow-white lace, which is dazzling and beautiful.

Miss Emily was stunned and walked out the door without realizing it, covering her mouth and muttering: "So Le Lolan is so...ah! It hurts!"

Something hit Miss Emily's forehead and bounced to the balcony floor, slammed, and was a crisp metal sound.

"Gold... Louis?" Miss Emily squatted down and picked up one, but looked up and found more coins. They were scattered on the ground of the balcony, like a mysterious star map inherited from ancient times.

"Who...why throw gold coins into my window? Who is it?"

Another gold coin was thrown up, swept over Miss Emily's shoulder, rubbing her hair and hitting the glass.

Ding! Crazy la la la la la la la la...

Miss Emily's heart suddenly throbbed, and she ran over quickly, stepped on the gold coins, held the guardrail, and crossed the space with her pursuit eyes, locking a handsome and upright figure.

Yacharin looked at her in the dark courtyard, smiling: "My thoughts have finally reached your ears."

Miss Emily's tears flowed out in a bad mood: "Mr. Zinnarlo, have you left?"

"Leave, come back."

"Why?"

"I found myself sick, and went deep into my bone marrow, and the medicine stone was not strong."

Miss Emily felt a thrilling heart, and even if she tightened her clothes, she couldn't relieve it at all: "How could you...... Did the doctor make a mistake? You were fine a few days ago, but you were always energetic..."

"I am sick and have incurable diseases. Even if I gather the best doctors in the world, I will not be able to treat them."

Yacharin opened his hands and posed affectionately in the direction of Miss Emily.

"Ani, that's the most terrifying disease in the world. Its disease... is called love!"

...

On a quiet night, in a quiet boudoir, Yacharin and Emily snuggled up against the soft velvet blanket.

"I have never told you my true identity. My name is Zieg von Narlo, the descendant of the Narlo family of Marquis of Porto, and the second son of the Bourbon clan. In terms of bloodline, His Majesty the King is my cousin, although I still have no honor to meet the Holy Scene."

"I know." Miss Emily arched her head into Yacharin's arms and said softly with a red face, "Actually, my mother had already told me your identity before the banquet."

"Madame Prio... Yes, I allow the teacher to tell Sir Prio about my identity. It is not surprising that Madame knows this."

Miss Emily shook her head: "Actually, most of the Le Loren family knows your identity. The circle here is very small, and such important news cannot be hidden."

"That's why I was favored by the ladies on the night of the banquet?"

"No...no! You are full of charm, no lady in Le Lolan can keep her eyes clear..."

"It also includes...you?"

At that moment, the two of them looked at each other, and Yacharin's eyes were calm and fierce, constantly burning Emily's reason, but she had nowhere to dodge.

"Do you also include?"

Yacharin asked again, whispering warmly, Emily completely fell into that damn gentleness, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips slightly opened.

“Yes…yes…well!”

The clothes fell off.

...

The wind blew away the clouds, the sky and the earth were about to open, and Emily's boudoir was in chaos, and the mistress of the room lying lazily in Yacharin's arms with a thin silk quilt.

"I think I must be crazy..."

Yacharin is still Zigfe, and there is no trace of satisfaction after clouds and rain on his face. Only pain and regret are hidden behind tenderness.

"Ani, do you know? Actually, the reason I came to New World this time was to go to New France and marry Esluber's eldest daughter."

"She is my fiancée. The engagement has been in place for fourteen years, but I have never seen her. Fourteen years ago, she was still learning to speak and could not afford to go on a blind date with a teenager."

"But she still wants to be my wife, which is destined, and there is no doubt. In France, which advocates love the most, the nobles who rule the country regard love as an optional embellishment. Our marriage has been regarded as a family wealth, a tool, and an object from the beginning."

"I have never questioned the correctness of doing this before. If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I wouldn't question it now."

"I'm so stupid..."

Halfway through the self-destruction, Emily suddenly wrapped around Yacharin's neck, raised her head and firmly blocked his mouth with her red lips.

A long wet kiss.

"I don't like you slander yourself like this. You are like a prince in a fairy tale, with a flawless soul. You are noble. Even if you only have a moment, it is the greatest honor of my life to have you."

"I'm not as good as you think, silly girl."

"Then please let me live in my dreams, Your Highness."

The silk quilt was rippling again, but this time the initiative fell into Emily's hands.

Strong wind, sudden rain, waves roll, waves flat.

Yacharin gently tugged Emily's hair on her forehead and sang in a low voice.

"Emily, Emily! Why are you Emily? The Lord hid the angel in this desolate mountain and sea, so that I could not see your face early. Ah! We are so compatible, why can't we stay together for the rest of our lives?"

Emily stood up tiredly and moved back into Acharin's arms.

"Gentle Zigg! If you really love me, please tell me sincerely; if you think I am too easy to be indifferent to you, I will also become angry and pretend to be stubborn and reject your kindness so that you can plead with mercy to me."

"I love you!" Yacharin suddenly avoided Emily and stood up naked, "I have been a puppet for half a lifetime, and today I finally have my own thoughts!"

"I'm going to fight, Aini!"

He bent down, kissed Emily gently on the forehead, and pulled away a piece of dyed red silk squid and squeezed it into his hand.

"I'm going to fight, tell Esluber that I don't want to marry his daughter, and go back to Europe, and convince my father to propose marriage to you. I might fail, but even Don Giccod has the courage to challenge the windmill. Am I not as good as a forced Spanish knight?"

"I will win, Aini! Believe me, wait for me, if I haven't come to see you in half a year... you will be free. At that time, please live with my love!"

"Goodbye, my...love!"
Chapter completed!