Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 251 I feel even more lost today

"Quick, quick, who has an eyebrow pencil? Give it to me."

Emmanuelle Belle asked her three sisters while hurriedly undressing.

The medieval Europe was in the era when the church had the greatest influence, just like the era when Neo-Confucianism flourished, or even longer.

Harshness, depression and repression were the main themes of European women in this era.

The women there generally have the habit of "pressing their breasts" at this time, which means using cloth tape to wrap themselves into an "airport". Only when they rest at night can they release them and let them breathe freely.

However, Emmanuelle Belle is not only a noble girl, but her family also belongs to the knight nobility.

Among them, monks are greater than nobles and greater than common people.

And within every class there are strata.

Within the aristocracy there are not only strata but also different classifications, namely court nobles, robe nobles and sword-bearing nobles.

The court nobles were the most prestigious and they were the king's favorites.

Next are the robed nobles, a group of nobles with the status of civil officials.

They gained their noble titles from non-military service, usually as civil servants, financiers, or mayors.

The last type is the sword-bearing nobles, that is, the nobles who obtained the title of nobility through military service and military merit.

Their robed nobles and sword-wielding nobles are a bit like our civil and military officials.

Moreover, the robed nobles also believed that their status was higher than that of the sword-wielding nobles.

This is actually true, except when there is war.

But there has never been a unified world there, and national wars have occurred frequently, so the sword-wielding nobles are basically on an equal footing with the robed nobles.

The family of Grand Duke Crito relied on generations of military exploits to gradually rise from baron and viscount to become a generation of grand dukes and own their own territory.

Of course, it is difficult for pure sword-wielding nobles to obtain such tolerance and permission from robe nobles and court nobles.

But Grand Duke Crito was attached to the Cardinal of the Cathedral of Saturn and became his chief knight. As a result, Emmanuel Bell was named Knight of the Holy Rose, Guardian of the Holy Cloth, and Captain of the Legion of the Temple.

Due to the deep connection with a powerful cardinal, the Crito family was able to solve many problems that could not be solved with a sword and was promoted to a duke.

Emmanuelle was a devout believer and had always held herself to the strict standards of a knight since she was young.

As a knight, wearing a bra actually helps her in sword fighting.

Fortunately, the "tight girdle" of this era was not like the shoelaces of later generations that had to be crossed repeatedly, and it would open easily once untied.

So, A4 waist, peach hips, butterfly bones, right-angled shoulders, and legs as long as jade pillars...

It is presented vividly.

Afafu dug out her eyebrow pencil, handed it to her, and asked in surprise: "Your Highness Belle, it's so late, what are you going to do?"

Before Emmanuelle could answer, she spread the chest wrap, which still carried her body temperature, on the ground and began to write quickly with an eyebrow pencil in the Frankish language in which she was most fluent.

Emmanuelle Belle is smarter than her companions, and she is fluent in the language of Song and knows more about Song than her companions, so she is more aware of the environment they are in.

She knew that it would be useless to call a civilian shop owner over at this time, and it would be too late.

Moreover, Emmanuelle Belle was not sure whether the Song soldier in question was a single individual or a group of people. If she rashly publicized the matter, it might bring fatal disaster to her and her companions.

In view of this, she could only hastily write down her findings in her native language before her memory was reset to zero.

Helen, Afaf and the others looked at Emmanuelle-Belle in surprise, wondering what she was going crazy about again.

Emmanuelle Belle wrote hurriedly, and as she wrote, midnight arrived.

Emmanuelle Belle was suddenly in a trance, as if there was a very precise biological clock in her head that suddenly struck midnight.

Emmanuelle Belle knelt quietly on the ground, still tightly holding the worn-out eyebrow pencil in her hand, and supporting her bra with one hand, but she had stopped writing.

Then, she slowly raised her head, and her clear blue eyes seemed to have lost focus, with a dreamy blur.

Slowly, those blue eyes began to clear.

"I... am not dead?" Emmanuelle Belle asked excitedly.

Helen tapped her forehead gently, and I knew it was going to happen again!

Emmanuelle looked around excitedly: "Where is this? Was it a knight with black hair and black eyes who saved me? Where is he?"

Navarre took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Belle, don't worry, this matter started four days ago..."

Emmanuel covered her mouth in shock: "Oh my God! Have I been unconscious for four days?"

Helen waved her hands quickly and said, "No, no, no, that's not it. Um...how do I start talking about this? How about we take a rest first and talk about it tomorrow morning?"

Afafu laughed dryly and said, "The main thing is that it will take a long time to explain this matter clearly."

Emmanuelle Belle walked over, grabbed their hands, and said anxiously: "No, no, no, I want to know right away, what happened, tell me quickly."

The three girls looked at each other helplessly, and they swore that from now on they would make sure Emmanuelle fell asleep before midnight every day so that she could smoothly pass through the "zero period".

As for any doubts she has, she can talk about them until dawn. Otherwise, who can bear it?

As for tonight, I'm afraid we won't have much time to sleep.

"This is what happened..."

Afaf began the story they had repeated several times in a tone of despair, as if she were telling a story from One Thousand and One Nights.

……

There is a osmanthus tree and two cherry trees planted in Shishi's yard.

The osmanthus is fragrant and the cherries are red.

Yang Yuan floated lightly from outside the wall into the courtyard.

Tonight, he wants to be a petty thief who steals jade and a big thief who steals perfume.

This is also a kind of fun, isn't it?
Yang Yuan knew where Shishi's bedroom was, so he went upstairs quickly.

The walls on both sides were covered with ivy, with only a window visible among the branches and leaves.

The window was open, and there was another green gauze window inside, but Yang Yuan opened it easily and silently.

Yang Yuan landed lightly on the floor, then tiptoed to the bed with a smile.

Shishi was lying on her side on the couch. There was a deep groove in her low-necked silk nightgown. It looked as if a heavy snow had just fallen in the groove, and the groove was soft and white.

The gauze curtain was hanging lightly, and through the curtain of the bed, Shishi quietly opened her eyes.

She knew it as soon as Yang Yuan's body fell into the yard.

Not only did she know that someone had entered her yard, but she also immediately knew that the person was her little enemy.

Just like when Luo Tingxia just crawled under the eaves of the warehouse, Yang Yuan was inexplicably aware of his existence.

Yang Yuan and Shishi share the same martial arts skills, but his skills are not as profound as Shishi's, so naturally he was discovered by her at the first moment.

"This little rascal came at the perfect time!"

Li Shishi thought with both anger and amusement, and looked back quietly.

Yuye was lying on the inside of her bed, sleeping soundly with her cheek in her hand. Tonight, Yuye slept in the same room with her. The two of them talked quietly for a while, and Yuye fell asleep due to drunkenness.

Luxi, Danniang and Qingtang did not leave either. They were arranged to stay in the rooms downstairs.

Li Shishi was afraid that the little rascal Yang Yuan would jump onto the bed or call her, which would wake Yuye up.

Although she is a bold person, it would be embarrassing to be caught having an affair, right?

Especially, Yuye was her junior, which made them both embarrassed.

So, Li Shishi immediately pulled open a corner of the curtain, quietly stretched out a soft hand, and gently waved it towards Yang Yuan.

Shishi believed that with Yang Yuan's keen eyesight, he would be able to see her gesture.

Yang Yuan really saw her movements. Huh? Senior Sister already knew I was coming? What did she mean by that?
Yang Yuan stopped in shock, and saw a pair of bare hands gently parting the curtain.

Shishi, wearing her nightgown, gently sat up from the couch, carefully moved her legs under the couch, and then looked back cautiously.

Only then did Yang Yuan realize that there was another person sleeping on the bed.

Shishi walked towards him barefoot, stepping lightly on the floor. She kept her white fingers raised to her lips, shaking them gently, signaling him not to make a sound.

When Shishi stood up, she lifted the curtain at the head of the bed. Not only did she not close it again, she also deliberately lifted it a little.

No matter what situation you see, you must trust the other party unconditionally. You cannot have any doubts or ask for answers. That is the behavior of a scoundrel.

If you can't even bluff a dog like this, ask yourself if you can do it?

The considerate Shishi would naturally not let her man have unnecessary doubts about such matters.

As his vision gradually adjusted, Yang Yuan could see clearly that there was a woman sleeping in the bed. Although he couldn't see her facial features clearly, the curves of her breasts were not much smaller than Shishi's.

Shishi pointed inside the bed and then pointed outside.

Yang Yuan understood what was going on and tried to exit through the open window.

Shishi gently pulled him, pointed to the door, then tiptoed back to the couch and put on her soft shoes.

Then, she tiptoed to the door, lifted it slightly, slowly opened it, and waved to Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan was affected by her action, and he also tiptoed out like a thief.

Shishi looked back and followed him out on tiptoe.

On the couch, Yuye gently opened her eyes.

She did not have as strong a sensing ability as Shishi's. After all, she had only practiced the first part of the "Zhelong Gong".

Just like Shishi before “One Night on Lonely Mountain”, she is still in a state of “knowing nothing”.

But, she knew martial arts.

Fatty's martial arts were all passed down to his daughter, so Yuye was born with sharp ears and eyes, which was different from ordinary people.

Moreover, when Yang Yuan sneaked into Shishi's room, he was not really a thief, so he didn't need to be too careful, so it was inevitable that he made some noise.

At the same time, Shishi also woke up and took action.

In this case, how could Yuye, who was sleeping next to Shishi's pillow, not notice anything?

She knew that there was someone in the room, and she also realized that not only did Mrs. Li know the identity of the person, but they were also very familiar with each other.

Mrs. Li's cautious movements clearly showed that she didn't want her to notice.

Fei Yuye had no choice but to close her eyes and continue pretending to be asleep.

She didn't know who the visitor was. As long as he didn't mean to harm Madam Li, it was their private matter. She would naturally not interrupt them and embarrass Madam Li.

But..., it must be a man, right?

Although Yuye didn't open her eyes, she instinctively felt that it must be a man.

In the middle of the night, he sneaked into a woman’s boudoir, and Madam Li treated him like this, so...what was his relationship with Madam Li?

Yuye already had a vague answer in her heart, but she didn't want to admit it.

In her heart, the peerless beauty Madam Li was like a celestial being who could not be desecrated.

She was already eighteen years old but still hadn't been engaged, and her parents were always worried about this. She often brought up Madam Li as strong evidence that she was not in a hurry to get married.

As a result, you now tell me that Mrs. Li not only has a man, but he is an unknown man with no status and is a wild man!

How could Yuye bear it?

……

When Yang Yuan got downstairs, he wanted to sneak into a guest room. He knew there were two guest rooms opposite each other.

But Shishi grabbed him and pulled him out.

Shishi pulled Yang Yuan quietly out of the house and turned to the backyard.

Luxi, Danniang and Qingtang were living downstairs from her, so she had no choice but to bring Yang Yuan here.

"Ji Lang, have you completed your mission?"

"Yes, everything went well. Didn't I just come back and come to see you?"

Shishi said angrily, "You went upstairs rashly and almost made things embarrassing."

Yang Yuan was surprised and asked, "Who is that woman upstairs?"

Shishi said, "That was a disciple I taught etiquette to. She came to visit me today. It was late, so I let her stay overnight. Not only her, but also a few others stayed in the guest room downstairs."

The master had a fleeting thought and did not tell him the identity of this female disciple.

Shishi originally wanted to tell Yang Yuan that Yuye, Danniang and Luxi were all with her today.

Yang Yuan didn't even know that they knew each other and had a friendship, let alone the excitement of them staying here tonight.

She believed that if she told the young man, he would be shocked.

But..., it is not easy for you to go out to sea to capture thieves, risking your life.

Now it's late at night, but he still rushes to visit me, how deep is his love for me?

How can you tease him just for a little fun? Is it fun to scare a young man?

How could that be something that the gentle, considerate and understanding Miss Shishi could do?

Of course she was...should do something more exciting and fun than just scaring him.

A hint of foxy charm flashed across Shishi's eyes, like a shooting star across the quiet night sky.

Then, she leaned softly into Yang Yuan's arms and whispered in his ear, "Erlang, you came so late, are you really just missing me?"

The sound was like the breeze gently blowing across the strings of a musical instrument.

Her arms hung naturally, like willow branches in the wind, gently brushing the bottom of his collar.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, a fleeting shadow, or a few scales and claws, this elusive feeling made Yang Yuan straighten his back instantly.

This goblin must be a nine-tailed celestial fox that has practiced for nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years!
It seems that I have to use all my skills to capture this monster!

But, the right time, the right place..., all seem to affect the performance!
(End of this chapter)