Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Archdeacon Claude Frollo has been keeping an eye on the new store opening in Paris.

Because it makes him think about it day and night, the oriental "girl" who is burning with desire is in the shop, and he can see the appearance of the other party if he pays a little attention every day. "She" will smile at the customers who buy things, she has bright eyes and white teeth, she is generous, she can speak fluent French, and she is much more kind than the young lady brought up by the aristocratic family.

As for the princesses of the king's family?

The Virgin Mary, everyone in Paris knows that Princess Anne and Princess Jeanne are not very good-looking.

"She" doesn't seem to have the habit of wearing lingerie and panniers, and she doesn't want to show her waist and chest too much. The "kirtle" skirt or shirt trousers that were popular for both men and women in the last century have become common collocations. Seeing "she" wearing the popular "Cloak", a loose garment draped over clothing, adorned with feathers and gorgeous gems, used financial resources to disperse the harassment of some low-level admirers.

In just one month, this oriental "girl" became rich.

"She" complements the legends of the ancient oriental country, just like the oriental expensive silks and satins, exquisite porcelain, charming spices, those hands will easily create things that others are amazed by.

Claude Frollo's concept of Esmeralda changed again and again, from longing for "her" once, to longing for "her" to become his legal mistress.He fantasized that he would use his contacts to pave the way for the other party, while the other party would make money for him, and walk towards his embrace under the admiration of the nobles and kings.

He wanted to make his woman an oriental beauty that was rare in all of Europe.

Since Catholic believers can get married, but priests cannot, he has no intention of getting married, and he has read from some ancient books that Eastern women are very loyal and will not easily cheat after having a physical relationship.

Claude Frollo was extremely satisfied.

In Paris, the status of the vicar of Notre Dame de Paris is enough for him to do whatever he wants, and he confirmed one thing through the familiar nobles: His Majesty the King did not lay hands on Esmeralda.

The appearance of an episode made Claude Frollo wake up from his fantasy.He saw debt collectors surrounding the shop, talking miserably one by one, as if they were "bullying" the shop owner.Claude Frollo was planning to go over to solve the trouble, and he had already thought of the reasons, and he could not allow others to trouble Esmeralda.

But before getting close, Claude Frollo saw Quasimodo's unappetizing face appear, and the other party protected Esmeralda in front of Esmeralda, and Esmeralda quickly resolved the dispute .

"Quasimodo……"

Claude Frollo has no doubts about Quasimodo's loyalty.

However, no matter how loyal a man is, he still wants to be a hero when facing a woman.

Claude Frollo does not regard Quasimodo as a rival in love at all. If a woman is willing to sleep with Quasimodo, she must not only be blind, but also have disabled hands. Even if she is an angel sent by God to save mankind Can't do it either.

Afterwards, Claude Frollo straightened the robe of the archdeacon in red, walked over, stopped a debt collector, and asked them why they were embarrassing the owner of the shop just now.The debt collector just got the money, and seeing that it was a distinguished adult who stopped him from questioning, he couldn't help but nodded and told the whole story.

The debt collector insulted the poet: "He borrowed our money shamelessly, said he would pay it back in a few days, and now he is gone. Such a person can marry that beautiful wife who can manage the house, If I saw him, I would definitely want to give him a punch!"

When Claude Frollo heard that Esmeralda had a husband, he became jealous.

He said as gently as possible, "That's impossible."

The debt collector sneered and looked at him sympathetically, knowing at a glance that this must be Esmeralda's admirer.

"I don't want to make a big deal, so I'll tell you in secret—you can ask a beggar, that's what all beggars in Paris say. He paid back the money!"

"..."

Claude Frollo turned pale with anger.

He can accept that the other party is married to a nobleman, or is the king's lover, but he cannot accept that his rival is just a poet.

My hesitation these days has become a joke!

Without further ado, Claude Frollo sent someone to investigate the matter.The answer he got was similar to what the debt collector said. More carefully, it was that Esmeralda married Pierre Gringoire to save others. Li was hanged, and he rescued the other party in the way of gypsies.

Claude Frollo became possessive and hated Pierre Gringoire.

"I want him dead."

"How could such an unknown poet be Esmeralda's husband!"

At night, Claude Frollo went to see Quasimodo, exempting Quasimodo from the rule that Quasimodo had to go back to Notre Dame to ring the bell every day, so that the other party had more time to spend with Esmeralda.Quasimodo mistakenly thought that Claude Frollo had given up, and was immediately grateful to Claude Frollo.

Claude Frollo changed the subject: "I agree with you to protect your benefactor, but you must do one thing for me - I want you to bring Pierre Gringoire back."

Quasimodo did not know who Pierre Gringoire was, and Claude Frollo was not stingy with the most elegant and vicious words to describe the man who made Esmeralda lose her marital happiness and had to earn money to pay her debts man.

When Quasimodo heard the truth, the anger in his chest was also ignited.

How can there be such a despicable person in the world!

Claude Frollo cheated: "When I get a trace of him, you go and catch him, let him reflect on the statue of the Virgin Mary, so that Esmeralda can be freed from marriage gone."

Quasimodo nodded sharply.

After leaving the bell tower, Claude Frollo sneered all the way and decided to kill two birds with one stone.

When Pierre Gringoire was captured, he tricked Esmeralda into Notre Dame to save people, killed Pierre Gringoire, and forced Esmeralda to give his body to himself.If Esmeralda accepts his fate, he will put the blame on Quasimodo, and if Esmeralda still resists him, he will put Esmeralda in prison for killing her husband , People who cannot be obtained by themselves, others can never imagine!

Thinking of the terrified eyes that Esmeralda would show, Claude Frollo felt refreshed and imagined. He had done things like this to force people to submit more than once, and this time was the most exciting for him.

During the day, Quasimodo went to the store to help with a lot of thoughts.

Ma Shengqiu couldn't tell the specific emotion from his "geometry" face covered by sarcoma, and barely found that the other party was not in a good mood, so he patted the man's shoulder. In fact, Quasimodo was not as tall as he stood up straight.

"Quasimodo, go and rest, I don't need your help here."

"I—I'm not tired!"

"Have you run into trouble at the Cathedral of Our Lady?"

Ma Shengqiu also pushed him onto the chair to rest, feeling like he was pushing a heavy weight.

The chair creaked unbearably, and Quasimodo sat down restrainedly, not daring to say more.

Ma Shengqiu also asked: "Is there someone who is against me?"

Quasimodo shook his head.

Ma Shengqiu also knew that he didn't want to betray the vice-bishop, so he stopped embarrassing him, but said softly: "Quasimodo, can you promise me that you will not do anything against your will?"

Quasimodo looked at the rosy lips and read the content of the other party's speech.However, his attention was inevitably distracted by Esmeralda's unique face. The other party's red tongue was looming in his lips, and he seemed to be able to smell the sweet taste. The other party had the habit of eating fruits and drinking cold boiled water.

Quasimodo's throat went dry.

He shrank back in his chair, ashamed, having male desires himself.

"Are you in a daze?" Ma Shengqiu also noticed something, and laughed loudly to drive away the embarrassment.

"Beautiful." Quasimodo said dryly.

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's useless. It's easy to cause me trouble." Ma Shengqiu also shrugged, his eyes were like glass, reflecting Quasimodo's uneasy expression, and he said with a half-smile: "Quasimodo, I know nobles There are no restrictions on meat and vegetables, but you like girls, right?"

In order to prove his sexual orientation, Quasimodo tried his best to straighten his rickety back.

Same-sex relations are considered "sodomy" in Europe!

If someone exposes you, you will go to jail!

Ma Shengqiu also suddenly attacked Quasimodo, and clasped the other's muscular shoulders. It was the first time he had such a close contact with a person, and he left a silent spoken word in front of Quasimodo that was undeniable.

"I am male."

— This is the whisper of the devil.

man - man - man - man -

Quasimodo was struck with thunder and bangs all over the world.

After finishing speaking, Ma Shengqiu also hummed a ditty, opened his collar, and showed him his neck. On his fair neck, there was an Adam's apple that girls did not have. It was not too obvious, and the development was relatively slow.

This is no way to prove yourself with a male voice, but with physical characteristics.

Who made Quasimodo deaf.

Alas, loving the handicapped.

Ma Shengqiu also brushed the other party's weedy hair, and left the bell ringer whose expression was successfully cracked to go to work.

Isn't the greatest fun of men's and women's clothing just watching men collapse?

Cough cough cough... guilty.

After several days, Quasimodo dared not come to see Ma Shengqiu, and Ma Shengqiu confirmed again that the other party was a straight man, and he pierced the other party's boyish heart prematurely.No way, I was doing business with a bunch of men who coveted their bodies, and I had been feeling depressed for a long time. I wanted to find an opportunity to reveal my gender, but Quasimodo accidentally ran into what Ma Shengqiu also thought was a "suitable girl". Timing", broke the man's habitual reverie on the spot.

Ma Shengqiu also laughed from the bottom of his heart, while spending money to hire "bodyguards". Without Quasimodo as a shield, he asked other men to come to control the place, and the recruitment criteria - ugly and strong body is enough!As a matter of fact, Ma Shengqiu was more at ease regarding the force value of this body. It was no problem to beat three or five people. In front of him, the strong French man was similar to a kid, but he maintained his "human design", and he couldn't lift his skirt to beat people.

"When Quasimodo comes back, please apologize to him." Ma Shengqiu also counted the turnover, with a smile on his lips, and looked like a young girl in a neutral dress, "Just prepare a copy for him." birthday present."

"Notre Dame de Paris" did not specify Quasimodo's specific birthday and age. He specifically asked Quasimodo, who was a man of few words. On February 20th, it made him feel sorry for the other party's status as an abandoned child.

But... February 26th is next week.

"Is it a coincidence?" Ma Shengqiu would not go to watch the birthdays of literary giants, and he couldn't stand Hugo's astonishing achievement of writing [-] letters. Because of reading Hugo's love letters, he knew The other party's birthday, "Quasimodo and Victor Hugo have the same birthday."

Ma Shengqiu is also happy for this coincidence, which is the link between the world of the famous book and his previous life.

"If only Quasimodo had the talent of Mr. Hugo."

"That way I can press the manuscript."

All small thoughts danced secretly, then fell silent again, and Ma Shengqiu did not have much hope for France in 34.The bigwigs of this period gathered in Italy. If he didn’t go to Italy by boat, he would have to wait 64 years for the [-]-year-old Da Vinci to come to France on a mule!

The day lily is half cold!

Aso also complained about this world without planes and trains.

In a city not far from Paris, Pierre Gringoire did not return to his old business of borrowing money. He was already on the blacklist of borrowers, but walked out gracefully from the home of a male painter.

Relying on this face that seemed to be "cursed" by someone, causing women not to appreciate it and men not to be obsessed with it, he still impressed the male painter who is good at discovering "beauty", and let the other party politely ask him to be a model for a while , made a small fortune.He has specially selected painters. How to judge how rich a painter is is just to look at the paints used by the other party. Those who can afford the "Ultramarine" paint are all rich people, or rich people who are about to go bankrupt.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Pierre Gringoire blocking the way.

The length and width of this black shadow are close to the same, which is different from ordinary people, and it looks like a weird art building.

Pierre Gringoire snorted.

"Isn't this the grimace bell ringer of Notre Dame de Paris?"

He stood wearily with his chest folded, staring at Quasimodo under the moonlight after the dark clouds moved away, the other party was as ugly as before, the pregnant woman was scared to miscarry, and the widow mistakenly thought that she saw the devil in front of the door.

Quasimodo made a hoarse voice: "Stop harassing Esmeralda."

Pierre Gringoire was surprised, he could hear rumors of Esmeralda everywhere for a month, but he had been away from Paris for a long time, and had never seen her at all.

Quasimodo hated his surprise, indicating that the other party had forgotten Esmeralda.

"Despicable and shameless poet, you owed money, ran away, and made Esmeralda pay your debts!"

"... She paid me back the money?"

Pierre Gringoire was quite surprised. It was his own business that he owed the money, and he didn't intend to ask Esmeralda for it. Then he thought to himself: With Esmeralda's extraordinary kindness, I can do this. It's also normal.

Quasimodo yelled at his calmness: "Those debt collectors think you are 'her' husband!"

Pierre Gringoire looked at the beast-like Quasimodo with great interest, "What does this have to do with you?"

Quasimodo said, "I will take you back."

Pierre Gringoire said without hesitation: "Unfortunately, I reject any coercive behavior."

Quasimodo did not listen to his refusal, and began to accumulate strength, his face was horrified, "I will make you kneel in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary, so that you learn to respect others, announce that you have no marriage contract, and repent for what you have done !"

Pierre Gringoire stings: "Aren't you normally concerned with the money I owe?"

Pierre Gringoire smiled to himself, his eyes were teasing as if he was playing with others, melancholy and arrogant, after a month of meditation, he was much more charming than his downcast appearance.

"So you're mad at me for being her husband?"

The blond and beautiful man hit the nail on the head, "Quasimodo, no one will look at you, if you are smart enough, you should understand, stay away from this kind of 'light' that attracts you, it will hurt your only remaining eye, you I can only see her falling in love with others forever! She is kind, but I know she likes good-looking things!"

Quasimodo has been disheartened for a while since he knew that Esmeralda was a man, but when he heard someone "insult" Esmeralda, saying that the other party is a person who looks at the face, he was furious: "You should' Is she 'like you? Esmeralda loves my soul!"

Pierre Gringoire said: "Soul? What kind of nonsense is that?"

Quasimodo jumped angrily, "It's the soul!"

"God, soul? Without a good-looking face, how can you accept the soul." Pierre Gringoire led Quasimodo by the nose in words, mocking unscrupulously, mixed with what he couldn't explain clearly Resentment.

"Quasimodo, you ugly creature, are you expecting someone to love you?"

"No one will fall in love with you!"

"You look beyond the aesthetics of human beings! Men will shrivel when they see you, and women will scream in horror when they see you. Look at how kind Esmeralda is. I'm sorry to call you ugly, but to praise your beauty, you do it again. A couple of noble things? Let me guess, who sent you out of Paris to come to me? Someone from Notre Dame? The Vicar of Notre Dame is the one who adopted you, and you seem to only listen to him, so yes he--?"

Pierre Gringoire caught the key point with great precision.

Quasimodo froze.

Afterwards, Quasimodo stopped talking to him, and punched him with the anger he had not vented.

Pierre Gringoire dodged, thinking that Quasimodo could be dealt with as easily as he could deal with the others. Unexpectedly, when the two fought for the first time, he felt the sinking of his arms, and the strength of the opponent was terrifying!

"Monster!" Pierre Gringoire exclaimed subconsciously.

"You are the monster!" Quasimodo was horrified, it was the first time he met someone who could fight with him.

Two people from Paris fought in the street, and other passers-by panicked and avoided.

This is a bizarre development in the plot of the fifteenth century, and it is also the fight between Charles Pierre Baudelaire and Victor Hugo in reality. The two seem to hate each other so much that they beat each other so hard that they forget it own purpose.

Pierre Gringoire covered his almost injured face, and broke down: "How can you hit me in the face!"

Quasimodo thought that if he found the opponent's weakness, he could beat him to his heart's content.

As a result, Pierre Gringoire turned and fled decisively.

"Who exchanged injuries with you! I smashed your face, and I can't get back my loss!"

"Don't run!"

Quasimodo was having a hard time chasing him, and the foot of the slope restricted his mobility.

half an hour.

Quasimodo follows the blond poet who has lost his way and fled.

Quasimodo thumped the wall angrily.

Failed to arrest people, Quasimodo searched outside all night, seeing that it was getting dawn, and passers-by on the road would look at him with disgust, so he went back to plead guilty to the archdeacon.

Claude Frollo refused to believe: "You saw him, but didn't catch him?"

Quasimodo muffled: "He fought with me and ran away."

Claude Frollo still doubted him.

He had investigated Pierre Gringoire, a feeble poet.

"It must succeed next time."

"it is good!"

Quasimodo had already forgotten the reason for arresting him, and his mind was full of wanting to beat him up.

Back at the bell tower, Quasimodo saw the familiar basket, which must have been sent by the nuns.He was ashamed and annoyed. He avoided Esmeralda for many days and went out to arrest people. He didn't have time to tell Esmeralda that he lived alone in Paris, and he might be bullied!

Quasimodo hurriedly ate the food sent by the nun Esmeralda, no longer evading gender, and couldn't help but want to explain his heart to Esmeralda: He is grateful to the other party, regardless of gender!

Unexpectedly, when he went to a shop in a commercial gathering place in Paris, he saw a blond man presenting flowers, and said elegantly and romantically to the most beautiful pearl in Paris.

"Esmeralda, thank you for your assistance, so that I can return to warm Paris openly and aboveboard. I will bring you whatever you want, even my heart."

Quasimodo grinned.

Early in the morning, Ma Shengqiu was blocked from talking about love, and Ma Shengqiu also looked at Pierre Gringoire's face, which was more and more worthy of appreciation. From the eyes of the other party, he saw the tenderness and coldness of the French Neptune.He looked at the flowers again, and the corners of his mouth curled up because the middle ages were not old-fashioned, but modern people trembled when they heard the words.

The appearance of the French is indeed maintained by money.

If you have money, you will be beautiful, if you have no money, you will be dull. To be honest, you and the other party's looks can compete with each other!

Ma Shengqiu also took the other party's flowers, which was polite.

Here comes the key point——

"Okay."

"Dear Mr. Pierre Gringoire, I paid you fifteen times in total, indirectly paid your expenses for more than a month, and deducted the double amount of the money you lent me, I still paid you a lot money."

"Write me poetry."

"Poetry cannot be written, but drama can."

"I don't want you to waste time. You are a pauper who loves to spend and borrow money. Even if you dress brightly, I can see that your pockets are empty, you don't have money for breakfast, and the soles of your shoes are stained." Walking miles of dirt, the only asset in you worth my eyes is your ability to write."

In the [-]th century, only people with good family conditions would have the awareness of breakfast. Ma Shengqiu also analyzed the situation and said "understanding" to Bière Gringoire.

"It's okay if you don't want to write."

"Pay back the money."

"As long as you can afford a sou now, I'll let you go."

He stretched out his five fingers, made a steady gesture of begging for money, and became the other party's creditor.

The blond man on the opposite side didn't change his expression, and his smile was a little more appreciative.

"It was seen through."

He never showed praise for kindness, but for the first time he praised the intelligence of a beauty.

Pierre Gringoire couldn't come up with the money, so he took Aso Qiuya's outstretched hand, admiring the slender fingers stained with some traces of care, "It seems that I have to pick up the pen again, for the beautiful Esme Miss Lada has written poetry, I wonder if I can enjoy a hearty breakfast accompanied by beauties first..."

Before he finished speaking, Quasimodo ran from behind and slammed into Pierre Gringoire. Once the impact was hit, it was no less than the brute force of a bull.

Before being knocked into the air, Pierre Gringoire quickly adjusted the angle as if he had eyes behind his back.

He was bumped into Aso Qiuya's arms.

Aso, who was talking and watching the fun, also acted as a backer.

"Hey!"

Ma Shengqiu couldn't catch the grown man, and sat down on the ground, causing Quasimodo to panic and say, "I just want to knock him away!"

Pierre Gringoire shook his head: "You fool."

Quasimodo was furious: "Go away!"

Pierre Gringoire ignored Quasimodo, and the angrier he was, the happier he was.

"I'm hungry and have no energy."

The blond man can't get close to the rich woman in France. After the end of his life, he is so miserable that he can only make a living by selling portrait rights.He looked at Aso Qiuya with trembling melancholy eyes, and his voice was deep and deep, "If I write poems, can I exchange one thousand sous for one poem? I think my talent as a poet should be invaluable."

Ma Shengqiu had never seen such a shameless person in his previous life, and he was dumbfounded.

This offer--

He calculated it in his head, which was equivalent to two hundred pairs of Adidas sneakers!

"Do you think you are some famous poet?"

"Not now, but it will be in the future. I am confident in my literary literacy. You can ask me to write poems to praise anyone. I can make everyone happy."

"...Very well, you get up now, the first poem, praise Quasimodo!"

"..."

Pierre Gringoire was slapped in the face.

Quasimodo pulled him up violently, wishing he could throw him out: "Stay away from Esmeralda ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

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