Human dimension reduction

His skinny snow-white fingers were tightly grasping the thick crimson velvet curtain, lavender blood vessels were faintly visible under the skin, fine beads of sweat slid down his undulating chest, sticking his blond hair to his collarbone and back, and then The priest gently pushed it away.

The coarse sacrificial cloak woven with linen rubbed against Alianora's face, and he greedily pressed his lips to the cross on the priest's chest to absorb the slight coolness from it.

Known as the eunuch who carries the eternal beauty of Paris, he has a beautiful body that is unique in the world. He can be said to show himself in the air arrogantly, just like a passionate collector showing his collection, handing over art that transcends history and civilization. More people will marvel and praise.

The priest looked at this scene with unstained eyes quietly enough to drive the artists crazy. There was no obscenity in the gray-blue eyes, as if in front of him was the statue of the Pieta or the mural of God's Nativity on the top of the church. , Enough magnificence, enough grandeur, enough shocking, but it is only a reflection of beauty and art, normal people will not have sexual desire for pure beauty.

Even if what he is facing now is a living artwork, a lively body with warm breath and sparkling eyes——

A qualified priest must of course say no to seduction.

Petrosa stood quite patiently, and stretched out a hand to gently support Elianola's lower back to prevent him from standing still and falling. The butterfly-like kiss landed on his neck, and his expression also changed. Nothing changed, until his kiss was about to touch the other's lips, the priest turned his face slightly, allowing this rose-like kiss to fall on his side.

How cruel... the hollow, heartless doll!

Elianora's expression gradually became desperate, and he couldn't help recalling all the experiences of the past few days: he was walking on the promenade, and saw the priest coming out of the chapel—no, he was walking in Sodom's On the street, I looked up and saw an angel with snow-white wings soaring across the sky; he was sitting on a bench, listening to the priest's clear sermon in a deserted church—no, he should be sitting under the root of a rammed tree, There were crowded people sitting beside him. The gray-haired old man passionately sang the miracles of the Lord with a hoarse voice. The people were fascinated by it, but he only saw half of the angel's wings hanging down above the clouds. , Is He also listening to the sermons in the world?When he walked through the garden, got out of Francois' car, and passed the priest, what was the other's expression? ——Just like when he was carrying a clay pot on his head and moving his body that was about to melt under the scorching sun, did the flying angels lower their heads for such a brief moment to see him dripping water? Sweaty back?

The majestic and solemn background of Notre Dame Cathedral quickly melted away and merged with the simple and simple decorations on the stage. The ancient city of Sodom scattered in the literature was outlined again and again in the eunuch's mind, and finally had an invisible resurrection , the land dried by the scorching sun, the poor men and women walking on it, the old man holding the scriptures and preaching, the children looking up at the miracle, and the eyes looking at the promised land flowing with honey and milk...

The soul belonging to Elianora embraced her and fell into a deep sleep. Su Sheng, the young man who died in the flood on the stage, opened his eyes and looked at the lover he couldn't ask for.

This is a broken, passionate soul, forged with infinite pain and twisted love, looking sadly up to the untouchable sky all its life, the love of ants, the admiration of ashes, until it is drowned in the water by this love.

At this moment, the eunuch named Elianora has completely disappeared, and the one standing here instead of him is exactly the poor young man who died in the great flood.

The moment he came into contact with this line of sight, Petrosha raised his eyebrows.

When the eunuch pressed against his body again and opened himself completely to him, the priest suddenly raised his head, clasped the other's bare shoulders, grabbed the clothes scattered in his arms and pulled them upwards, scribbling wrapped tightly around Alianora's naked body, and then tore open the heavy curtain with a clatter.

As soon as the veil that blocked the light was pulled open, the clear snow-white moonlight rushed into it, illuminating the two of them in every detail, and the heat rising in the small space was suddenly blown away, and the cool night wind blew away. However, the thin sweat on the back of Ellianora's ridge was blown dry in an instant, leaving behind a dry and sticky weird touch.

The priest looked down at him: "Are you awake?"

Ellianora pulled the clothes that covered his shoulders with one hand, the loose, simple-cut robes barely covered half of his body, he moved his throat slightly, swallowing the chill of the cold wind and the scalding heat in his body, The corners of the red eyes were pressed down, and the wet eyelashes drew a thick black mark on the snow-colored face.

"……woke up."

The eunuch answered in a soft, hoarse voice.

The priest asked softly again: "So, do you want to know my name now?"

Elianora raised her head suddenly, almost hatred rolled up in her lavender eyes.

When they met for the first time, they didn't tell each other their names. Elianola had a long reputation, so he didn't say anything. Petrosa also knew who he was, but for some reason, Elianola never took the initiative. Asked for the priest's name.

For the eunuch, he is an abstract sign, the archangel holding the trumpet to announce the Last Judgment, or a remote symbol who should not have a name-the thing that distinguishes himself from the phantom.

Elianola cleverly avoided this question, never addressing Petrosha positively, he sometimes called him "my priest" gently, sometimes jokingly called him "my archangel", sometimes even It is commensurate with "His Royal Highness".

Petrosa's real name is the twelve o'clock bell, the raging flood, and the gold plate supporting John's head. Lover who follows, when the bell rings, the flood subsides, and the blood drips from the gold plate, the stage in the dream will collapse, and all the archangels and phantoms in the dream will disappear. What exists here is only a definite, A person with a name.

The priest seemed to have been ignorant of his calm avoidance, but now Elianora knew that he was so ignorant that he was clearly waiting to use this last knife to stab him ruthlessly.

He had to wake him up from his dream.

Ellianora's eyes were filled with resistance for a brief moment.

However, this resistance did not last long. The eunuch who pursued art to the point of madness raised his face and lazily wiped off the uncomfortable hair sticking to his neck with his fingertips. When he raised his eyelids again, the lips were already A charming smile belonging to Ellianora was revealed.

"Of course, my dear priest," his voice, which was specially adjusted to fit the role, returned to its original state, rolling gently like round pearls, and the cohesive sounds unique to Gaulic pronunciation seemed to be lingering in his mouth Love words, the tongue is full of temptations with ease, "Thank you very much for helping me during this period of time, and let me realize what it means...to be loved."

He purposely elongated the last word, narrowed his beautiful eyes, staggered his long, fleshy legs, turned his toes, and leaned against Petrosha against the wall with him.

The dry rose in the porcelain vase fell down as soon as he touched it, and the purple petals rolled down from the hem of his clothes like dried blood clots.

Covered by curtains on the wall is the holy image of the resurrection of the Father. The relief only has the upper body, leaning slightly forward from the wall, protruding from the wall, with his hands open, making a posture like hugging and lifting, with curly long hair hanging loose His head was half down, and his plaster-smeared eyes were as pale as snow, full of compassion.

When the Heavenly Father was resurrected, he opened his arms to embrace the new world that also ushered in the resurrection. The righteous and the saints were favored, and the sinful people fell from the cracks in the ground. After death, the world entered an orderly orbit.

Under such a grand and solemn relief, the eunuch stretches out his fingers and presses the priest's face, and the breaths of the two are infinitely close. The charm of the pearl.

"To express my thanks—"

He didn't finish his sentence, and an earth-shattering roar came from a distance, covering the second half of his sentence in the thunderous roar.

The two overlapping bodies in Notre Dame raised their heads at the same time, and the silent Paris quickly woke up after a short silence. The patrolling soldiers raised their gas lamps and hurriedly lined up. The whistle and hoarse passwords quickly tore apart the quiet night.

"The Palace of Fontainebleau was attacked!"

Someone announced the situation loudly on the street, and the people who heard the place name couldn't help frowning.

Fontainebleau... that's where Louis XIII and Queen Adela were imprisoned.

Half an hour later, the door of the closed Notre-Dame Cathedral was slammed, and a small group of soldiers appeared here aggressively, led by Francois.

The commander of the rebel army in simple armor—the man who is currently the interim executive officer of Paris held his helmet under his armpit. When the door was struggling to open a crack, he threw his helmet into the arms of his subordinates behind him, and pressed his hands on the two doors. On the door, all the muscles in his body were stretched, and he forced the door to be opened wide enough for one person to pass through.

"Call the best priest here, the king needs him for the last mass."

Facing the choir apprentice who came to open the door, François ordered with a gloomy expression.

Beside him, another man in a black cloak showed his thin chin, pulled up the hood with his hands in white gloves, brushed away the long silver-gray hair around his ears, and lightly tapped the ground with his cane, Added: "Please hurry up, His Majesty the King may not last long, if it is convenient, please bring a member of the choir, I think he will need a hymn to accompany him back to the embrace of the Father, in view of Adele Queen La's request... I hope this candidate is Mr. Eleanora who conquered the whole of Paris."

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Six days before all this happened, the little king brother and the crazy doctor who were fighting each other were finally sent into the black hole of Paris. The resident chief let out a sigh of relief, and secretly hoped that he would never face such a terrible scene again in his life. He also had the same idea as the leader of the Song National Rescue Team who sat behind the monitor and watched the live broadcast.

Rescue teams from various countries have all entered the Paris black hole a day ago. The Paris black hole landed so fast that everyone felt like a fire was burning on their heads. If a city of this size really fell, what would happen? The consequences were unimaginable.

"Inform the members of the rescue team, tell them that special people have entered, and find a way to find out more information about them while assisting Paris."

Similar orders were delivered to the rescue team in the black hole through various means. The bald eagle rescue team disguised as servants and entered the Palace of Fontainebleau held a small mirror and looked at the words on the mirror. Gradually disappeared, and looked at the silver-gray-haired doctors who were respectfully invited in from the distant gate, and they all showed unbelievable ecstatic smiles.

In Chinese language, isn't it just that the shoes made of iron are broken!

"Dear Mr. Vincent, Her Majesty the Queen is already waiting for you."

Sensing that the guest's footsteps suddenly slowed down for some reason, the deacon couldn't help reminding him, and at the same time sighed secretly in his heart. In the past, when the king was still the well-deserved ruler of Gaul, how could anyone dare to neglect the monarch of Gaul like this?Don't be negligent, such an unknown folk doctor has no chance to meet His Majesty, let alone treat His Majesty.

But those hateful traitors occupied Paris, chanted incomprehensible and arrogant slogans, and drove the respected king out of the Palace of Versailles where he lived for generations... Oh my god, what a crime even the devil can't imagine!

A group of civilians tried to try a king in vain!

The deacon once again cursed fiercely in his heart, and led Vincent to the queen's bedroom.

The king fell ill a few days ago, and the royal doctors who served the royal family could not come to the Palace of Fontainebleau due to various reasons. If the queen had not suddenly developed a high fever, she was still Princess Valois In fact, the National Assembly does not seem to be willing to send doctors to the royal family at all.

As a prisoner, the royal family is now in an extremely embarrassing position in Paris.

Aware of the idea that the National Assembly wants to abolish the privileges of the nobility and deprive them of their status, the nobles are trying to restore the crown of Louis XIII, while most of the commoners are calling for the beheading of the king. The tug-of-war between life and death.

Vincent was taken into the queen's suite. Although he was a prisoner, as the property of the royal family, Fontainebleau Palace was richly decorated, and the guards did not intend to torture the king and his wife. All kinds of supplies were available. Surrounded by the queen, he checked the queen's condition, and gave a diagnosis suggestion meticulously.

Queen Adela, who married from Valois, is a very petite and exquisite woman, with a round face as sweet as a rose, gentle and elegant brown curly hair, beautiful facial features, hot red skin due to high fever, and eyes full of tears. Bloodshot, with dry and disheveled hair, it was obvious that the confinement life at Fontainebleau Palace made her feel uneasy.

The maids carefully wrote down Vincent's doctor's orders, and watched the doctor pack up his things and was about to leave. They looked at each other with a look of hesitation on their faces.

"...Please wait a moment, sir."

The weakly breathing woman on the big bed seemed to have sensed the hesitation of the maids, struggled to open her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Please...please listen to my request...the one who is here at the moment is not some Gaul queen , but just a poor woman..."

"...My kind sir, if you still have a little kindness in your heart, can you please save my husband's life? He..."

Before Adele could finish speaking, Vincent interrupted her: "Is this why you take a cold shower and get yourself a fever? You know, a high fever can easily turn into inflammation, which is a disease with a very high fatality rate. .”

Adele didn't expect him to see through her intentions at a glance. After a long silence, she struggled to sit up with the help of the maid: "It hasn't been long since Louis took over the crown. I'm sure he will be an excellent king. He With the seven virtues bestowed by the Heavenly Father, a great king should not die here for such a ridiculous reason as not having a doctor, not to mention that he is my husband, even if the Holy Mother is alive, he would agree with my approach."

Vincent stared at her for a moment, saw a bright light in Adele's eyes when she mentioned Louis XIII, his heart moved slightly, and he smiled: "You are a great queen who is worthy of His Majesty the King, and I am willing to serve you. "

Adela clasped her hands in front of her chest, silently recited a few rosaries, and fell asleep contentedly against her feverish and drowsy brain.

Great, with the doctor, Louis will be fine, and when he recovers, they can live here quietly, if Louis wants to regain his throne... Of course, he is a king with great talents She will definitely do this, and she will guard his back like so many virtuous queens.

They will live happily ever after.