Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Ma Shengqiu was also in the midst of spinning, waking up unconsciously.

He still doesn't know what happened.

The body is moving.

The hands are also moving.

The ground seems to be a carpet that is not too thick, not the usual concrete floor, and it is not very comfortable to step on.

[Am I...drunk? 】

【I'm dancing? 】

[Wait, I seem to be only good at square dancing! 】

Instinctively following his body's muscle memory, he completed the next few dance moves that were not difficult but tested the coordination of the limbs. His brain was bewildered and a series of confusing questions popped up.Until the human mind took control of the body, he stopped slowly, walked steadily, his veil shook slightly, and his eyes were somewhat suspicious of life.

Sweat radiates crystal light on the skin of the oriental dancer, and her feet are wrapped in exquisite flower shoes, attracting the greedy eyes of the onlookers outside.

So beautiful!

So clean!

Like a pearl dropped in the mud of France, it's hard not to be noticed.

In the square of Paris during the carnival, the French people were exhausted for the beauty of oriental dancers.Their thoughts are so straightforward and simple, they fanatically call it beautiful, and they can't wait to go home and tell everyone.

"She" has black hair like satin, not a wig favored by nobles, no grease and dandruff, long hair reaching waist, but tied into simple braids, which is more convenient for dancing. "She" has no perfume on her body, no strong body odor, which makes the French feel almost unbelievably refreshing.

Even if the face cannot be seen clearly, the red tulle covers half of the face, the hair on the smooth forehead is barely visible, and the distinctive slender eyebrows indicate that "she" comes from a foreign country, and the eyes are like spring water.

Poor people cannot raise such delicate girls.

"Her" complexion is not as white as the French lady, but it is worse than clean and delicate, like expensive ivory!

The beauty of the Orientals is luxury and expensive!mystery!

In the eyes of everyone, this masked dancer from the East was exiled in France. For some reason, she did not stay in the palace and was favored by King Louis XI.All in all, they were fortunate to witness the stunning beauties who appeared in the ancient oriental country and the hometown of gold and silk described in the legendary "Marco Polo's Travels".

Among the crowd, Vice-Bishop Claude Frollo watched him hiding his identity, and fell into some kind of fantasy, his face full of indescribable obscenity.

The whole world has turned from a whirling haze to reality.

The bustle, smell of sweat, and hot eyes seemed to remind him of what was going on right now.

Ma Shengqiu's expression changed suddenly, and he could see clearly the faces of the crowd watching him, the rough, poor, unkempt faces of foreigners, which could be described with words that he would never meet in his life.

Because these people's faces reveal the nakedness that men can understand.

The object is—self? ! !

He stiffly lowered his head to look at his attire. The dance clothes were not too revealing, the chest was completely covered, and the legs were faintly visible under the long skirt, which could shock men who had never tried women's clothing on the spot.

【what happened? 】

【who I am?Where am I?Why can't I remember my name? 】

[I remember that I don’t have a fetish for women——! 】

[Who is messing with me! ! 】

This moment is the scene of Aso Akiya's social death.

Accompanied by a sheep bleat, the lamb, who looked more panicked than him, rushed out of the crowd and crashed into Ma Shengqiuye's arms. Ma Shengqiu also fell on the carpet, and subconsciously hugged the lamb.

The crowd exclaimed again, mixed with pity and dissatisfaction with the lamb.

Ma Shengqiu was also confused and couldn't figure it out, so he blurted out: "Jiali?"

A cognition emerged in his mind.

This is a small ewe raised by myself, named "Jiali". It is an animal that accompanies me in Paris, France. The reason why it has not been roasted is that he is lonely and likes furry things.

as well as……

He was in Paris, France in 16. Today is the January [-]th Carnival. His life experience is unknown. He is [-] years old this year and has become a dancer. Someone trained him to do so.

The most incredible thing is that the name of this body is "Esmeralda".

Aso Qiuya:? ? ?

Aso Qiuya: Does this name sound familiar?

Aso Akiya: I crossed over and became Esmeralda? The heroine of "Notre Dame de Paris"? !

The world's top ten classics are so famous, and this lamb named "Jiali" has already had the three elements of time, place, and characters collide. Ma Shengqiu also thought of reading it in the midst of lightning, thunder, and thunder. The "Notre Dame de Paris", the busking heroine in it seems to fit this identity.

The problem is that it is a gypsy dancer with dark skin!

When Esmeralda's mother, the hermit Huaxier Paquette, had a child with Dongfang when her private life was chaotic, was it stolen by an Egyptian fortune teller? !

What a scumbag this is!

[Time-traveling?wrong!I need a place to verify my gender! 】

Ma Shengqiu also hugged the sheep, stood up, and ran away as soon as he wanted to. After thinking about it, he was not willing to abandon the carpet under his feet, which was one of his family properties, and quickly rolled it up and tied it to the lamb, regardless of how pitiful the lamb was. Xi's gaze, patted its head, and said hastily: "Let's go, Jiali."

Performing arts is impossible. If a man is a man, he will not perform art, and he will not eat this bowl of rice even if he is poor.

He was about to rely on the "halo" of the orientals to avoid the approach of others, and he left quickly, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of a blond Frenchman who should have an astonishingly high presence, but did not stand out in the crowd.

The other party caught his gaze and smiled at him, with an elegant and extravagant look, and the gloomy expression was swept away.

Like an elder who purely admires the beauty, and like a passionate poet.

Since ancient times, there have been many sea kings in France.

Who is this person?

Before he could think about it, Ma Shengqiu, urged by his shame, calmly ran away with the lamb.

Along the way, he saw the disillusioning scenes of France in the [-]th century, dirty and messy, with a lot of mud on the ground, defecating everywhere in the corners of the streets, and the sewage facilities were so simple that he could cover his nose and run away.

He didn't go far, and vaguely felt that he was being followed.

He was taken aback.

This feeling is very mysterious, and it cannot be ignored when it appears. It is similar to the sixth sense. Forced by the sense of crisis, he thought of the fate of a young "girl" who was followed abroad.

Aso Qiuya's footsteps stopped, and there was no fear in his heart unexpectedly.

【I can definitely figure out a way. 】

[I am a time traveler, and I am familiar with literary works and some historical materials. If this is really the world of "Notre Dame de Paris", I have to figure out what strange version I am traveling through and find out my own way of survival.According to the plot, the people who followed me were Claude, the vice-bishop of Notre Dame de Paris, and his adopted son Quasimodo. 】

[[-] was the fifteenth century of France, and the motherland across the sea should be the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. 】

[I am not a gypsy dancer, not a Frenchman at the bottom of society. 】

[I am... from the Ming Dynasty. 】

Immediately came up with a setting for himself, and Ma Shengqiu also suddenly found a strong point of courage.

That was the confidence that the mighty Ming Dynasty gave him!

That is the infinite fantasy given to Europeans by "Marco Polo's Travels"!

Aso Qiuya didn't stop walking, he felt hunger in his abdomen, presumably dancing exhausted his energy, and he needed to replenish food in time, he walked straight to a bakery that was not closed and smelled of wheat.

"You are...an oriental dancer in the square..."

The owner of the bakery, with a full beard, stood up straight in surprise and suddenly with dignity.

【...Beauty is so easy to use. 】

【Fortunately, I can understand what he is saying. 】

He hadn't seen his face under the veil, but he was full of confidence, his eyes were bright, and he said in a pinched voice, "I'm from the East, sir, can you treat me to a meal?"

"In return, I'll tell you and others what I've seen and heard."

In the bakery, there are all kinds of customers who are listening to stories and watching beauties, but most of those who dare to enter the bakery will not be poor people, who cannot afford this kind of soft bread that does not hurt their teeth.The men who were greedy for the oriental dancers were deterred by the power of the crowd, pretended to be gentlemen, and compared their knowledge without any trace.

The story Ma Shengqiu also told is very simple and will not exceed the thinking scope of people of this era. He just made up the content of "Marco Polo's Travels" by oral method.

Because of his good storytelling, he got the ear of others.

The world is before the dawn of the "darkness", and the society is chaotic, but people are generally not as cunning and suspicious as people in the 21st century-except for King Louis XI who is currently reigning and has a fear of being killed in his later years.

Through the narration, Aso Qiu also had two purposes, recalling the core content of "Notre Dame de Paris": the beauty and kindness of the gypsy dancer triggered a series of plots, the vicar's covetousness, the awakening of the bell ringer, and the hero's rescue of the beauty. The unreliability of knights, the timidity and abandonment of poets, and digging further down, it is the intrigue and class contradictions among religions, kingdoms, and common people in the fifteenth century.

The writer Victor Hugo uses romantic writing to make people understand the fate of a handsome dog.

It's wrong to look at the face, the world depends on the beauty of the soul!

after an hour.

As the sky dimmed, the danger level in Paris skyrocketed.

Ma Shengqiu also waited in the bakery until the royal guards were patrolling outside, successfully built a "bridge", and met those knights who were at least "integrity", "brave", and "protecting the common people and the kingdom" on the surface, Using his unfamiliarity and anxiety about Paris, France as an excuse, he asked the royal guard to escort him back to his place of residence.

In any case, the night was at least safe, and most people witnessed the behavior of the royal guard.

As for the captain of the royal guard, Phoebes Sadobel, who expressed his admiration for himself, Ma Shengqiu did not bat an eyelid, and he was extremely contemptuous of the scumbag who won Esmeralda's heart in the original book.

[There is a fiancee at home, and I still want to find a mistress! 】

【Like I won't...】

【I? 】

Aso Shuya's thoughts froze, and he forgot what he had just thought, and returned to Esmeralda's residence.His residence was fairly safe, and as soon as he got home, he locked the door firmly and went straight to the room to check his physical condition.

A few minutes later, the sound of ecstasy spoken by Ma Shengqiu in Chinese came from the room.

"I'm a man, it's just that my body develops late!"

outside.

In the shadow of nightfall, the archdeacon hated secretly, watching Esmeralda leading the lamb and being escorted home by the royal guards. He and Quasimodo could not compete with the royal guards.

He gestured to Quasimodo, who was deaf and had good strength.

[Tomorrow, go and snatch her back to Notre Dame de Paris. 】

Quasimodo was in a daze.

The archdeacon saw that he was absent-minded and didn't see his own gestures clearly. He knew that he was also watching the figure of Esmeralda leaving. The dancing girl from the East was the brightest scenery in Paris, France.

It is an exotic treasure.

If you don't start, the nobles will not give up!

Claude Frollo couldn't hold back, and said angrily: "Quasimodo!"

Quasimodo finally found the furious face of his adoptive father, knelt down in panic, and begged the other party's forgiveness.

The two people standing on the side of the evil forces communicated again and again with gestures.

Not far away, the blond Frenchman was watching them. Seeing that the imaginary farce did not happen, he paused the intention of urging him to help the dancer, and thought in distress.

"Where am I going to eat and stay tonight?"

Pierre Gringoire, a poet, is currently impoverished and yearns for "bread".

As if he had the inspiration to eat and drink, the French man smiled, his face was like a deep and charming wine under the moonlight, and he had a charm that people in the fifteenth century did not have.

He said indifferently: "This kind of thing, you can find it if you look for it."

then.

He found that his all-powerful charm had hit a wall.

A rich woman in Paris, France, refused to accept his tricks, and asked her servants to drive him away, pointing at the embarrassed man and insulting: "A poor poet, who can't write poems praising me, dares to make a living?"

Baudelaire who lost his memory: "..."

what? !

Isn't it all about the face these days?That oriental dancing girl is also like this, why can't I!

True Baudelaire False Gringoire felt the world's malice towards him.

——Can you still be called a poet if you don’t know how to write poems?