[Comprehensive classics] Let Gao Leng learn the language

These days, Ms. Gao Leng is engrossed in planting black tulips. Although Cornelius will feel lonely and melancholy when he cannot see his beloved Rosa, he will feel much better when he thinks that black tulips are their common daughter.

On this day Grievous came to the prisoner's room and found that he was not lying on the bed worrying like the previous few days, but standing there singing a short piece of opera.

Grievous looked at him fiercely, and said:

"Hi!"

"How is everyone this morning?"

Grievous was still looking at him sternly.

"Dog, and our beautiful Rosa?"

Grievous gritted his teeth and said:

"Here's your breakfast."

"Thank you," said Cornelius, "it's just in time, I'm starving."

"Ah! Are you hungry?" said Grievous.

"Why aren't you hungry?"

"The conspiracy is probably going well."

"What conspiracy?" asked Cornelius.

"Well, wise men don't need to go into details; but we will watch, Mr. Scholar, don't worry, we will watch."

"Watch, my dear Grievous!" said Cornelius, "watch! My plots are as much yours as mine.'

"Till noon," said Grievous.

He went out.

"Noon," repeated Cornelius, "what does he mean by that? Well, wait until noon, and see you at noon."

It was no difficulty for Cornelius to wait until noon, since he often waited until nine o'clock in the evening?

At noon, the clock struck twelve, and there were steps on the stairs, not only of Grievous alone, but of three or four soldiers who had come up with him.The door opened, Grievous came in, brought those people in with him, and closed the door behind him.

"Here we go! Search now."

They searched Cornelius' pockets, between his coat and waistcoat, between his waistcoat and shirt, between his shirt and his skin; and found nothing.

They searched in the sheets, mattresses and straw mattresses on the bed, but found nothing.

Cornelius was glad to have put all the bulbs with Rosa, they would not find his treasure.

Grievous walked away in a huff.At six o'clock, after supper, he reappeared, at Boxdale's instigation, but alone; Cornelius tried to appease him; As if afraid of someone attacking from behind, he retreated step by step.Cornelius could not help laughing out loud.

This caused Grievous, who had read some books, to yell at him through the iron bars: "Very well, very well; he who laughs last laughs best."

Grievous went back to the house in a rage, and said to Boxdale, who was waiting to hear the result, "Nothing! Nothing! The devil must be helping him!"

Grievous had nothing to say to Boxdale, he regarded him as his daughter's suitor, and Boxdale doused him with fine gin every day, and he had long been wary of him.

Boxdale did not believe that Cornelius' other two bulbs were not in his possession.Now that the first bulb is in the cell, where can the other two be!

He thought about it, racked his brains, and suddenly, when his gaze swept to Ms. Gao Leng, his eyes burst into flames.

He had seen her fetch soil from the garden beds, and he felt that in her he had some hope.

This greedy ghost set his mind on Ms. Gao Leng.

Ms. Gao Leng quickly noticed his overly explicit gaze.She became vigilant, the black tulip was about to bloom, and she wanted to stay by its side all the time, as a way of repaying Cornelius for his kindness to her.

Through the novel, she knew that Boxdale rented the house opposite, peeped at Rosa like Cornelius, and secretly changed the key to open Rosa's door.

In order to ensure the safety of Black Tulip [-]%, Ms. Gao Leng used the excuse that the street facing the room was too noisy to sleep at night, and changed to a room with a balcony facing the open space on the other side, and she reminded Grievous that the door here The locks were not very secure. At night, when everyone was asleep, especially when Grievous was asleep after drinking, it was very likely that someone would sneak in and steal the key to the cell.

Grievous has served the prison all his life and will not allow a little mistake.

Hearing what Ms. Gao Leng said, he couldn't listen to Boxdale's other words at all, so he hurried to find someone to change the lock on the door.

In this way, the black tulip bloomed safely under the protection of Ms. Gao Leng.

That night, Cornelius heard the long-lost light footsteps and the rustling of dresses.

A familiar voice rang in his ears: "Cornerius, come, come, the black tulips are blooming! Look, here they are."

"What, here?"

"Yes, yes, right here, you see."

With one hand she held a newly lighted dark lamp to the window opening; with the other she held the strange tulip to the same height.

Cornelius gave a cry, and felt that he was going to faint.

"Ah!" he murmured, "My God! My God! Rosa, let me kiss it!"

Cornelius touched the top of the flower with his lips.Even kissing his beloved Rosa, I'm afraid no black tulip can make him so tempted.

The tulip is beautiful, majestic, and regal; its stalks are more than eighteen inches high; and from among four smooth, green leaves, straight as iron spears, grows a single flower, black and shiny as jet.

"Rosa, we should notify the chairman of the Horticultural Society immediately. He is in Haarlem, far away from here. Rosa, do you have money?"

"I have three hundred florins."

"Then you can go there yourself."

At this time, Cornelius only had Black Tulip in his heart. He hadn't seen his beloved Rosa for a long time, but now he had forgotten about it and only remembered Tulip.

Ms. Gao Leng thought it was good of him, she didn't want to think about the task anymore.

So what if it's not finished!Days must go on.

"I have hired the carriage," said she, "and I shall go to-night."

At this moment, Cornelius had Rosa's place in his heart. He reluctantly took her hand and said, "Good Rosa, thank you! We will meet soon!"

"Do not worry!"

Ms. Gao Leng rushed to Haarlem overnight with the black tulip. This was the first time she did something so desperately.

She met the president of the horticultural association, he is an avid fan of black tulips, the discovery of black tulips not only satisfied his hobbies, but also allowed him to win a good name with the governor, Orange, who is also a fan of tulips.

Ms. Gao Leng was warmly received by the president of the Horticultural Association.

She was in the meeting room with the president of the horticultural association, and the president of the horticultural association was circling around the black tulips when there was a loud noise.

He ran into the vestibule and yelled, for he saw a crowd of people up and down the stairs to the top.

Countless people accompany a young man, and it is more correct to say follow than to accompany.This young man was very simple, and he was wearing a purple velvet dress embroidered with silver flowers. He walked slowly and solemnly up the white and clean stone stairs.

He was followed by two officers, one of the navy and the other of the cavalry.

Wang Sisdang squeezed through the frightened servants and bowed to the guest who caused this sensation, almost to the ground.

"My lord!" he shouted, "My lord! His Highness came to the humble house and brought eternal glory to the humble house!"

"My dear Monsieur Wangisdown," said Willem d'Orange, with an easy countenance which to him would have been a smile; "I am a true Dutchman; I love water, beer, and flowers, and I also always loved that cheese which the French especially appreciate; among the flowers my favorite is of course tulips. I heard in Leding: Haarlem finally has black tulips! Hard as it is to believe, I know it is In the future, I will come to the chairman of the Horticultural Association to inquire about the situation."

"Oh, my lord, my lord," Wang Sisdang said happily, "the work of the Horticultural Association can satisfy His Highness, what an honor it is for the Horticultural Association!"

"Did you spend it here?" asked the Prince, no doubt regretting that he had said too much.

"Oh, no, my lord, not with me."

"Where is it then?"

"With its owner."

"Who is its owner?"

"A pretty girl!"

"A girl?"

"Yes, she is in my office together with the pot of precious black tulips, they are all beauties."

As they talked, they walked into the meeting room.

Orange, with a miraculous glance, recognized the girl who begged him at his nurse at Leiden.

Surprised eyes flashed across his face, and he calmly asked: "Do you love flowers?"

"Yes, my lord prince."

She bowed to him and continued: "However, there is a reason why I love flowers so much. I hope the prince can listen to how difficult it is for this flower to be born while he likes black tulips. "

Orange became interested and motioned her to continue with his eyes.

Ms. Gao Leng told the story concisely. When Orange heard Cornelius, his brows frowned suddenly.

"A black tulip that a country wants to grow?"

His tone was cold.

"Yes, sir."

"National criminals should be closely monitored in Lowestein."

"Alas, sir, please hear me to the end."

"You asked for your father's transfer to follow a prisoner who was sent from The Hague to Loewstein."

At this time, a servant came to report that someone outside shouted that his black tulip had been stolen.

This person is Boxdale. He didn't have any chance to steal the tulips from Ms. Gao Leng, so he adopted such a stupid method. Daughters are more convincing.

Seeing the stern face of the governor at this time, the chief gardener didn't dare to let anyone come in to disturb him. He ordered his servants to drive the man out. Unexpectedly, Boxdale rushed in for the black tulip.

Officers in Orange quickly stopped him.

"My lord! My lord! Please make the decision for me! My black tulip has been stolen!"

He prostrated himself on the ground and begged Orange.

Orange frowned tightly, with fire under his eyelids.

"My lord, I met old Grievous when I was in Lovestein on errands, fell in love with his daughter, and proposed to her; and as I was not rich, I did the ill-advised thing, and told her that I There was hope of a hundred thousand florins; and to justify my hope, I showed her the black tulip."

Boxdale's words and actions gave Ms. Gao Leng an opportunity to take out the page of the Bible. He said to the shameless Boxdale: "You are talking nonsense!"

She handed the page of the Bible into Orange's hand, and said to him, "Look, Prince! This is the third bulb!"

William handed the third bulb to the chairman and took the paper to read.

William drew back a step in surprise at the first glance; his hands trembled as if about to drop the paper, and there was an expression of extreme pain and pity in his eyes.The paper that Rosa gave him was the paper torn from the Bible that Corneille de Witte sent to Dordrecht, Clerk, the servant of his brother Johann. Huss burned the correspondence between the speaker and the Marquis de Lois.The note, the reader may recall, reads:

Dear Godson:

Burn the package I handed you, don't look at it, don't open it, just burn it; then you'll never know what's inside.Secrets in packages like this can cost the life of the custodian.Burn it, and you will save John and Corneille.

Farewell, love me.

Corneille de Witte

August [-], [-]

The note simultaneously proved Van Baerle's innocence and ownership of his tulip bulbs.

Ms. Gao Leng and the Governor glanced at each other.

Ms. Gao Leng's eyes meant to say: "You must understand!"

The governor's eyes said: "Wait a while!"

The Prince wiped a drop of sweat from his brow and cheeks, and slowly folded the paper, letting his eyes follow his thoughts into that bottomless pit of despair that is called regret and shame.

Immediately afterwards he raised his head proudly again and said:

"Go back, Mr. Boxdale; I will do justice."

"Beautiful girl, you should also go to have a good rest first, and dress up beautifully for the tulip festival on Sunday."

Madame Gauleng knew from Orange's attitude that Cornelius would soon be acquitted, and that he would again be able to cultivate tulips as he pleased.

She was happy for him from the bottom of her heart.

At this time, she heard the voice of the Space-Time Administration: "Mission failed, did not follow the original plot, and did not occupy the first place in Cornelius' mind. The next world is Madame Bovary."

"What about punishment?"

"..."

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