The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Alan Stone wrestled with those two.They played very hard, and several gentlemen only tried a little, and when they found that they couldn't separate them, they gave up.

The ladies screamed for the court guards, who separated the three drunks with scabbards and spears, and tried to throw them out by the arms.A few soft white arms snatched Alan Stone from their hands and helped him into the changing room.

They let him lie on the sofa, and the lady who gave him the note wiped the blood from the back of Alan Stone's hand with a wet handkerchief, and said distressedly: "Poor little boy, why are you so drunk all of a sudden? gone?"

They helped him straighten the wig that had been crooked during the fight. Alan Stone suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his own wig and threw it on the ground as if angrily.

"Ah... your hair is golden." A lady exclaimed, and wanted to touch it, but was pushed away by the lady who gave him the note.

After a while, there were only Alan Stone and Mrs. Drummer in the dressing room.

"It turns out that the 'Miss Nakoren family' you have been talking about is the one just now." Madam said teasingly.

Alan Stone slowly sat up straight, reached into his coat, and took out the small piece of paper folded in half from the pocket of his tights.

A little blush appeared on the lady's face.She had to admit that the two actions that Alan Stone had just swung his fist at other men, and hiding the evidence of cheating so well in his close pocket, made her love him even more.

The two left through the side door of the hall one after another and went to the garden.Alan Stone arrived at the designated spot first, and the floor lamp under his feet illuminated his shoes, and all other places were dark, because the hedges separated the light of each floor lamp.

The hedge was taller than him, and this year the spring came late, and only the beeches had green leaves.It's a hardy breed imported from northern Europe, tall and strong, like those damn Swiss mercenaries.

Alan Stone rubbed his left shoulder. He had a scabbard here and it was already swollen.His other hand had been clutching the note, which was already dripping with sweat.

He acted like an old hand, but it was actually his first time doing something like this.His classmates at the military school taught him the experience: "Don't respond to those invitations with beautiful handwriting. Those inexperienced girls will make you eat the servant's gun while climbing the balcony, or let you be chased by dogs to jump over the fence."

At that time, he didn't understand what they were talking about, until he received this note tonight and saw that every letter on it was slanted to the right awkwardly, he understood what those classmates meant.

It is indeed different from those fragrant notes signed in beautiful cursive characters that I have received in the past.This note was written by Madam with her left hand, and it was not signed.

The lady was the real veteran, and he saw that the lady was very popular in high society.If they were exposed, Madam should get out of the way, and the only one who is unlucky is herself.Maybe the lady's husband was in the same hall as the king, and maybe he would come out and shoot himself without saying a word.

He calmly imagined these pictures in his mind until he heard the "rustling" sound of silk rubbing against each other.Soon, Madam also appeared in this small corner.

Alan Stone didn't move.Madam hesitated for a moment, then took two steps closer, her chest was almost touching his body, and she looked up at him.

Mrs. Drummer was pretty, and what was important was that she had been gentle with him tonight.

Alan Stone slowly stretched out a hand and put it on the lady's waist.Madam fell softly to him, her round skirt resting on Alan Stone's legs.Alan Stone used the muscles of his legs to feel the structure of the baleen bird cage, and moved his other hand to the lady's bulging chest exposed from the collar, and stuffed the note between her two balls in that seam.

There was something masculine about his gesture, and Madame groaned exaggeratedly.She grabbed the young man's wrist and pressed his hand to her bare half breast.

Alan Stone's heart was beating very fast, but he felt that he was not particularly excited.He was simply nervous, so he could calmly assess that the breast in his hand was different from the one he had touched before.

The question that had been bothering him was finally answered: even if Grace wore a corset, it would be impossible to squeeze out such a large two lumps of flesh on her chest.

No wonder the maid always wears a high collar.

He was distracted, and suddenly felt that his wife was holding his hand and stretching it into the collar, so he quickly retracted his hand in fright.

The lady unexpectedly "ah" all over, regained her bones, stood up straight, and asked him with a smile: "Is this your first adventure?"

Alan Stone blushed immediately.This is over, completely exposing the fact that he is young.

He was sensitively aware that Madam's attitude towards him had changed, she no longer leaned softly on him, but showed a mother-like kindness instead.This made him a little annoyed, and he grabbed the lady's skirt unceremoniously.

Madam took a step back reservedly to stop his movement, but she lifted her skirt half a foot and asked him: "Would you like to kneel in front of me?"

Alan Stone knew what she meant. He had seen cartoons of men hiding in women's skirts.His eyes shifted from the hem of the lady's skirt back to her face, making it clear that he didn't want to.

Looking at his face under the moonlight, Madam showed love and regret at the same time, "If you grow ten years older, you will definitely conquer me. But you are too young, I can't get down in front of you, pooh Ass up."

Alan Stone's face turned redder than before, partly because the words of his wife aroused associations in his mind, and partly because he was not convinced.He asked her, "Why can't you be young?"

Madam smiled and asked him back: "You have a high status in the hearts of young ladies in the capital, why haven't you promised anyone?"

Now it was Alan Stone's turn to be speechless.Because those ladies always like to quote sentences from popular novels in front of him?Or was it because he couldn't remember their names?

Madam said with relief: "You are right. Don't risk your future for any young and beautiful girl. You are the most perfect fantasy object because of your birth. If you really elope with a noble lady, assuming that the other party has A magnanimous father, you will gain status and lose your love at the same time."

She is now more like a loving mother, so Alan Stone let go of his guard and said frankly: "I don't understand what you mean."

The lady laughed in surprise and said: "Your innocence has exceeded my expectations! You are handsome, smart, and courageous. If you have a noble status, then you will be the perfect marriage partner, and you will be married with love." Nothing to do!"

"Are love and marriage enemies?"

"Of course!" Madam was surprised that he would ask such a question, and raised her pretty eyebrows, "How selfish it is to marry for love!"

"But elopement is worthy of praise?"

"Yes. Stupid, but admirable."

Alan Stone frowned and shook his head, "I can't accept this kind of reasoning. It's too confused and goes against reason."

He even said the word "reasonable", and Madam stopped talking about this topic with him, and just looked at him tenderly, like a grown woman looking at a clean and beautiful but unreasonable little boy, full of pampering and pampering.

She felt the responsibility of an adult woman, and gave Alan Stone a good word: "You'd better not provoke that 'Miss Nakoren'."

"why?"

"That lady should not be rich, am I right?"

Alan Stone responded vaguely.

"But she wore an expensive necklace when she first entered the palace. Her necklace was not so unique, but like Madame Lavelle--her husband has fifty thousand years of gold, and she has twenty thousand years of gold-- —The necklace she usually wears is of the same level as the necklace of 'Miss Nakoren'. But not long after that, please note that a few days after 'Miss Nakoren' entered the palace, her necklace appeared on another Mrs. Evans' neck. And then something strange happened—"

Madam stopped here deliberately, and heard Alan Stone's anxious request as she wished.

After hearing enough of the young man's good words, she continued: "The day after Mrs. Evans appeared at the palace banquet wearing that necklace, she and her husband were ordered to move out of the palace. Lost her courtiership as well. I saw her a few times at the theater afterwards, and I took a little notice, and she never wore that beautiful necklace again. You see, it's unusual, a woman wears her best jewelry to the theater."

"You're talking a bit mysteriously." Alan Ston laughed loudly, "Maybe Mrs. Evans just borrowed that necklace to wear it for one night."

Madam raised her eyebrows, "You can think so too. I'm just telling you such a thing."

Only then did Alan Stone fall silent.He thought, maybe there is no need to hide it in front of this lady.This Mrs. Drummer is very smart. She had already guessed that the necklace was given to Grace by His Majesty, and then it was sold to the unlucky Mrs. Evans, which annoyed His Majesty.

"Madam, please tell me a few more words. Is there any rumor about that necklace?" He bowed his head and kissed Mrs. Drummer's hand.

The lady stroked his hair with the hand he had kissed, "No one knows what happened in your Majesty's bedroom. But since you are so concerned, I will talk about my guess. I think, that 'Nakoren Miss'—oh yes, you call her 'Grace', it's so kind—Miss Grace should not have suffered much, at least she didn't have any hand marks on her face when she watched the mass the next day."

Alan Stone gasped, "Slap print? Your Majesty—"

Mrs. Drummer covered her mouth and laughed, "Who would dare to hide if His Majesty wants to slap anyone?"

Alan Stone lowered his head.Madam saw the top of his hair, the golden color of the hair is not very bright in the moonlight, but the curls are very cute.

A little jealousy suddenly arose in her heart, and she teased: "You would rather kneel down in front of that Grace's skirt."

"I didn't say that!" Alan Stone denied it.

The lady "giggled" and laughed.Alan Stone was actually a little annoyed, and said again forcefully: "I never thought about it that way!"

But the lady laughed even harder.She had never met such an interesting person!Sometimes he becomes the most attractive man, and sometimes he becomes a naive little boy.

In order to appease the angry boy, she decided to offer him one more generosity. "Do you have any other questions?" she asked. "Perhaps I can help you."

Alan Stone understood her hint and fought fiercely inside.His "reason" was unable to make a decision for a long time, and the lips controlled by alcohol began to disobey orders again, and he asked without authorization: "Excuse me... what does 'the wig under the lady'... mean?"

The author says:

Madam didn't want to talk as soon as she heard "reasonable".The word is commonplace to our modern upbringing, important to Alan Stone, and obnoxious to Mrs.Because the software foundation of the French Revolution was the Enlightenment, and the core idea of ​​the Enlightenment was to advocate and promote reason (see the goddess of reason in the previous chapter).Madame may not know much about the specific content of the Enlightenment, but she hears "reason" as if she heard the "notorious" Voltaire, Rousseau, etc. She may not know the theory and influence of these people, but In the environment she lives in, she knows these people are "disgraceful".