Yellow hair can also have a husband-chasing crematorium

"In this situation, what do you want me to tell Langdon?" Flora asked, "Helena committed suicide? Or did you kill Helena?"

Lilica finally showed a serious expression, and asked sincerely, "Which way do you think Langdon will be more angry?"

"...Neither of them, Langdon can't care less about being angry about this kind of thing, right?"

No matter how much the quarrel with Helena was before, Langdon would definitely be worried if he were to be in a near-death state...but even if an ordinary acquaintance was dying, he would just be worried. Langdon's character was just like that.

But this time, Flora actually suspected that Langdon might be worried, and he wouldn't come to check on the situation like Helena's magic riot before.

After all, it can make Helena crazy enough to "suicide", and Langdon must have endured the corresponding pressure and awareness.

And just once, if Langdon came to visit every time something happened to Helena, wouldn't Helena find a way to prevent Langdon from avoiding her?Langdon would not have made such a mistake.

Lilica instantly returned to her original state of boredom: "Then say whatever you want."

Flora: "...Is it my illusion? You seem to have become a lot more arrogant?"

Why should Langdon hate it!Did Lilica do so many things to Langdon before, just to make Langdon hate her?

It wasn't until now that Flora realized that Lilica seemed to be as mentally ill as Helena.

……what happened!Most people would never meet one in their lifetime, and there must be too many such people around Langdon! ! !

How much did she miss? Lilyka suddenly stopped acting, did she tell Langdon?

Flora was a little restless.

She felt that she had to go to Langdon now to find out what had happened.

Otherwise, who knows if Lilica will commit suicide after waking up from sleep, she really doesn't understand what these childhood friends are doing now.

Is she the only normal person?

Langdon doesn't count, Langdon is a saint.

Knowing that there was nothing she could ask from Lilica, Flora resolutely said goodbye to the bald security officer, and asked the coachman to take her to the Duke of Stuart's mansion.

At this time...

Flora calculated the time and thought sadly, if Princess Bellatrix still ran to Langdon's room every day, Langdon must not be asleep yet.

But now it's in the imperial capital, not in Stuart Castle, the princess wouldn't come here from the palace every night, right?

As for?Can't it?

Flora wasn't very sure, but if there were no accidents, she might be able to guess something after seeing if Langdon slept or not.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Duke of Stuart's mansion.

Flora sat in the carriage, waiting for the announcement, and she looked out the window absently, looking for light in the direction of Langdon's study or bedroom.

At this moment, she saw a black figure outside Langdon's study.

Just as Flora was about to exclaim, she saw someone open the window from the inside, allowing the black figure to jump in through the window.

...The person who is still in the study at this time is Langdon, right?

So, Langdon, even in the imperial capital, is still having a tryst with Princess Bellatrix in the middle of the night? !

[ps: This chapter is 4k, and today’s update is for this chapter. The work and rest of the sick students are a bit over. Adjust the work and rest. There is no update today, but everyone can rest assured that the addition will definitely be repaid. I still owe 2 times soon. of! 】

[pps: I have no sheep!I probably have a fever caused by an ordinary inflammation of the tonsils... I'm really a sheep, I will definitely not be able to write an article and ask for leave...]

36. Sandwich situation (3k)

The night was dark, and Langdon sat in the room, inexplicably feeling short of breath, feeling like a storm was coming.

He put down the documents in his hand, listened to the howling wind outside, couldn't help but walked to the window to see if it was going to rain.

It's okay not to look, as soon as he walked to the window, a figure suddenly floated down from outside and met his gaze.

A few strands of golden hair leaked from the edge of the black cloak. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly from his angle, but could only see the beautifully shaped red lips. He mouthed to him: Open the window.

Langdon: "..."

At this time and in this way, Langdon would know that it was Bellatrix who would appear outside the window in this way.

What a bad luck... Can't I just pretend I didn't see it? ?

Originally, the last time Bellatrix came and said she wanted to change the time to daytime, he didn't bother to keep the window open at night, and he could go to bed at any time he wanted.

As a result, only a few days later, Bellatrix seemed to have forgotten what she said before, and ran over again at night, not thinking about what to do if he had already fallen asleep.

But seeing everything, Langdon couldn't close the curtains and turn his head away. He could only sigh and open the window to let the other party in first.

Bellatrix flew in, and she was very arrogant. She felt that she had probably discovered something, and she gradually stopped hiding it.

After all, she came and went, sometimes she used magic to cover it up, and sometimes she was very careless, it was impossible for no one to notice, at least the old housekeeper did.

But the old butler asked about the situation before, and faced with Langdon's ambiguous attitude, the old butler said he understood, and just leave it to him. So far, no one except the old butler has mentioned the suspicious figure outside the Duke's room at night .

... The old butler's thoughtfulness and executive ability made Langdon feel very complicated. He always felt as if he had been misunderstood, but it was hard to explain.

After Bellatrix came in, Langdon didn't close the window immediately, but felt the temperature outside first.

"...It feels like it's going to rain, why did you choose this time to come here? Didn't you say it will be daytime later?" Langdon closed the window with a frown, pulled the curtains, and turned to look at Bellatrix.

It was strange, she had already entered the room and the curtains were drawn, but Bellatrix was still wearing a pitch-black cloak, and she didn't even take off the hood of the cloak.

Like a plastered statue, she stood quietly by the window, motionless.

Langdon finally got rid of the irritability of being suddenly attacked, and felt something was wrong.

"...Princess?" He tried to call out, then walked around in front of Bellatrix and waited for a few seconds.

Bellatrix still didn't respond.

Langdon was taller than Bellatrix, and Bellatrix was covering her face with a cloak. From this angle, he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, and he couldn't judge anything, so Langdon hesitated and said "Excuse me." , and then raised her hand and pulled off the tether of her cloak.

The cap of the cloak slid down, and the long golden hair that was originally gathered inside was curled and drooped, looking a bit messy. Generally speaking, the person concerned would raise his hand to tidy his hair at this time, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to pile on the shoulders and necks, but Bellatrix didn't move.

She just seemed to be shocked by the sudden brightening of vision, and she looked at Langdon blankly with a pair of moist eyes, the corners of her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just cried.

Langdon was about to say something, but choked up.

"...?!?!?"

He was shocked.

Bellatrix, why are you crying again? !

The last time I cried, it seemed that it was because she talked about a bunch of dark memories of her childhood, and she became emotional. This time it was because of what?

Langdon quickly went through the information he knew, and a guess floated in his mind.

Speaking of which, when I was running a horse before, it seemed that I heard that Bellatrix's mother would not last long, and a few days ago, Bellatrix didn't come at all while talking about changing the time to daytime...

Is it because something important happened these days?

Now that he suddenly broke the previous agreement and ran over in the middle of the night again, it must have been an accident, most likely...

Bellatrix's mother died.

At the thought of this possibility, Langdon's original impatience and speechlessness disappeared at this moment.

He pushed Bellatrix, who was standing there dumbfounded, to the sofa to sit down.

Although this is just a study room, it is actually also used for meeting guests. The sofa, table and chairs are not bad. Sometimes he is too lazy to go back to the bedroom to rest, so he will just take a nap on the sofa, and he can work directly when he wakes up.

Seeing that Bellatrix seemed not ready to talk to him, and still remained silent, Langdon scanned his study room, thought about the old butler's tricks, and decided not to act at all. He opened the door and called Got a maid.

"Bring me another pot of tea, and another cup... and any other snacks, let's serve some together."

The passing maid bowed obediently to show that she had received the order, and did not ask why the duke, who was alone in the study, suddenly wanted a tea set for two, and why he wanted to eat again after supper, but obediently went directly to carry out the order.

After ordering the maid, Langdon closed the door and went to see Bellatrix again.

Bellatrix had been sitting on the sofa for a while, her emotions might have calmed down, and she was not as dumb as before, but looked a lot more normal.

"Hungry?" Langdon asked her. "Would you like something to eat?"

For the sake of the death of a loved one, Bellatrix wanted to order food, and Langdon was not too satisfied, but Bellatrix thought about it blankly, but replied: "No."

Langdon's expression became more serious.

A foodie who doesn't even want to eat what he has here... It seems that Bellatrix's current situation is really bad.

He didn't go back to the desk to sort out the messy documents, and sat opposite Bellatrix, waiting for Bellatrix to talk when she wanted to.

Langdon still had a good idea of ​​himself. No matter why Shalltear always thought he was very insightful, in fact his social skills were very average.

In his previous life, as long as he studied well, he didn't have too many social needs. In order to copy his homework, many people would take the initiative to maintain friendship with him. He doesn't need to be too proactive in this regard.

Because he is a high-ranking nobleman in this life, most of the situations are for others to please him, which is even worse than in his previous life. Even if he has learned a lot of social theory, it cannot be converted into experience if he doesn't need it.

Often talking and talking, Langdon found that he didn't seem to give the answer the other party wanted to hear, and he was a little cold.

Ordinary people's mother died, and Langdon might use clichés to comfort him.

But the relationship between Bellatrix and her mother was too complicated, and Langdon was afraid that he would step on a thunderstorm, so at this time, Langdon felt that it might be better for him to accompany her silently than to say the wrong thing.

I don't know how long it took before Bellatrix finally spoke.

"... just now... my mother passed away."

When Langdon heard this, he couldn't help but asked, "Shouldn't you spend more time with her?"

People just died!I'm not a mortician, what's the use of coming to me at a time like this!

"I'm no longer needed, and now the people of the temple are performing the ceremony, and they will be buried in a few days." Bellatris replied indifferently, "And... she doesn't need me either, the emperor's presence is enough. "

Langdon heard some subtle meanings, and he hesitated to speak.

Bellatrix didn't pay attention to Langdon's small movements. She murmured, "Until the end...she still didn't see me..."

It was so ridiculous, she was the one who was by her mother's side in the end, but her mother didn't even look at her and kept asking "Where is Your Majesty?"

Not even the last words belong to her.

Although she understands that her mother is sick, she clearly remembers clearly the jewelry her father gave her when she was pregnant, but she can even forget how old her daughter is this year.

In fact, I just don't care.

It is said that maternal love is the most selfless and unreasonable love.

But in this world, no one really loves her, not even her mother.

This daughter of hers is just a tool for her mother to compete for the emperor's favor. She should have realized this earlier, and should not have any extravagant fantasies.

Why did she think that she spent more time with her mother than her father, so that her mother would remember her well?

Why did she think that at least before she died, her mother would be willing to face her squarely, to see who she was rather than what she was, and to tell her what she wanted to hear?

No, nothing...Even though she was about to die, the mother still only had the culprit in her heart for making their mother and daughter suffer for so many years.

So she didn't want to stay in the palace anymore.

She even felt that she was inseparable from her mother these days, and trying to appear in her last words was like a joke.

Why should there be expectations, why should there be hope, obviously as long as there is nothing, there will be no disappointment!

Isn't this something she already understood?Why would such extravagant hopes arise again?

Who gave her the illusion that she could look forward to a better world?

Bellatrix's eyes slowly moved to Langdon who was sitting opposite her.

It is because of this person.

It was all because of Langdon that she softened her heart, looked forward to it, and thought that... she could receive a gentle response from her mother.

If it wasn't for him...

Before Bellatrix could sort out her mood and confirm whether she would vent her anger, there was a sudden knock on the door of the study.

Langdon thought he was here to deliver tea and snacks, so he allowed him to come in.

But the person outside the door turned out to be an empty-handed old housekeeper.

The old butler glanced at the princess who should not have appeared in the Duke's study at this time, and said to Langdon without changing his expression, "Duke, we have a distinguished guest."

Langdon frowned: "Who is it at this time?"

The old butler coughed and replied in a very delicate tone.