The Sin of Ludwigs

I have seen portraits of the Viscountess Edmund when she was young. In a sense, except for her hairstyle and clothing, the lady in the portrait is not much different from the last time I saw her. It is hard to imagine that she has a Adult sons—whether in Paris, London, or Ludwigsburg, it is quite difficult to judge the age of an aristocratic woman just by her appearance.That portrait hangs in her private dressing room, and no one can see it except some very close guests. Even I only saw it once when I was young-opposite her portrait in the dressing room, The opposite is the portrait of the Grand Duke of Württemberg, and the real owner of the Edmund mansion, whether it is the original Viscount Edmund or the current Viscount Edmund, cannot leave a trace in her dressing room .These are the rules of high society!

Before today, I never thought that I and the Viscountess are so similar in my bones - the lady has long, thick and curly golden hair, and my hair is black and slightly curly; the lady's eyes are the charming grandmother Green cat eyes, and my eyes are rounder, and the pupils are only common brown; however, after changing the women's clothes, in addition to the hair and eye color, as well as height, I clearly saw the shadow of the young lady in the mirror !

The sound of the door being opened woke me up from my daze, and I turned around to see the red-brown haired maid, who came over and handed the light brown fabric to Beatrix.

It was an extremely light and soft Indian Kashmir wool shawl, embroidered in a pattern of brown and beige, and Beatrix wrapped it around my shoulders and tied a simple knot at both ends.

"Please come with me to the count, and don't keep your lord waiting," Beatrix said.

I grasped the end of the shawl blankly, only to realize that I was shaking.

During our stay in the dressing room, the people in the great room outside seemed to find some new entertainment. When Beatrix took my hand and stepped out of the suite, I heard a male voice using a Exaggerated intonation, singing something: "Although love uses reason as a bait to cure lovesickness, it never listens to reason's advice. You love to be romantic, so do I; you love to drink, so do I, haha—— !"

This is a funny song sung by a soldier in Shakespeare's comic opera "The Merry Wives of Windsor" when he woos a half-aged mistress. According to the lines, the next line should be: "We are especially sick and sympathetic, and we are born to be a pair", but The high-pitched male attendant's "haha" suddenly broke his voice, and then his voice disappeared as if someone had strangled his neck.

There was a sudden silence in the chaotic room, as if a witch rode across the attic roof on a broomstick - which, according to folklore, would cause an unreasonable silence in the crowd - and the tenor squire stared at me dumbfounded. And Beatrix, with the look of the most die-hard conservative suddenly seeing a voluble dissenter in his home.

Ian William Haggs was sitting on the seat, behind him was the rare soft sunlight in the winter, shining through the glass windows and hitting the ground with countless light spots. In the backlight, I couldn't tell what his expression was like.

"Ah, Edmund..."

I looked around, but Annie was still not allowed to get up from the ground. She raised her head and stared at me blankly.

"My God, you just..."

The raving behind was so soft that I couldn't hear it clearly.

She looked really bad, she was only wearing a thin Indian cotton shift dress, half of her shoulders were exposed, her carefully curled blonde hair was messed up, and she looked like she was in the cold wind Crumbling leaves on branches.

I hesitated for a moment, glanced at the earl, and boldly pulled my hand out of Beatrix's hand. The latter shook his head slightly in surprise and disapproval, but after a moment, I obeyed my wish, Turn around and walk towards Annie.

The extremely restrictive belt and the cumbersome skirt made it impossible for me to walk freely, and I almost tripped over the skirt in the first few steps - the maids tied the belt so tightly that it was almost breathless, I'm not sure if I fell Can you get up on your own!After considering the possible consequences of being tripped, I decisively chose to lift up the hem of the skirt, and it was much easier to walk this time.

The short distance between Beatrix and Anne is more terrifying than any road I have traveled.Even with my back to the earl, I can feel the earl's gaze behind me. With the feeling of being on my back, I pulled off the Kashmir shawl on my shoulders and put it on Anne, letting the soft warm fabric tightly Wrapped around her not very round shoulders.

Perhaps the temperature brought by the fabric revived the consciousness lost due to the cold. Anne shivered, clutching the shawl tightly with both hands, stared at me for a long time, and then lowered her head.

All I could say was a sigh as I watched big, big tears fall on the expensive fabric.

In Ludwigsburg where I grew up, there are many girls or women like Anne. They are too naive to believe that they can use the capital bestowed by the gods to win the favor of the superiors, and rely on this pity to get what they could not get. glory and money.However, they don't know that the circle of high-ranking people is a cruel arena, and the lucky one who can stand out from it is behind the bones of countless losers. Let them fall straight from heaven to hell.

Even as far as I am concerned, from the time I was led into the romantic avenue by my mentor Mrs. Chazel until I was forced to leave Ludwigsburg, I have seen no less than dozens of women like Anne.Madame Chazelle and the Viscountess Edmund had been selecting beauties of all kinds to be dedicated to the Grand Duke, or to appear on the stage of the Grand Opera House under the bright gas lights, or to appear in some The private residence of the rich and powerful, for which Madame Chazelle's mansion was nicknamed "Chazel Garden"; but by the time I left Ludwigsburg, so many beautiful and Among the women, there are only a handful of women who can add a suffix of Mrs. So-and-so to their names when they say their names--Vanity Fair is like a mill, constantly swallowing young and beautiful souls, spitting out leftovers, and even Including the bones of nobles!

However, even if I knew the truth of the law of the jungle, I still couldn't just sit idly by Annie. After all, if I hadn't pushed her, she couldn't have crossed those invisible boundaries to the Earl so easily.

I turned around and curtseyed in the Earl's direction, imitating the English girls I remembered.

"My lord, I have done what you wished me to do, and now allow me to ask your promise and grace for this poor child."

In order to imitate a woman's voice as much as possible, I had to keep my voice extremely low, and at the same time try to imitate the soft and long tone of the Viscountess when she was flirting with other men at the ball, plus I I have to use English, which I am not good at. It feels like holding my throat and speaking, which is indescribably awkward.

However, seeing the indescribably wonderful expressions on the faces of those male attendants when they heard my voice, I instantly felt that if I could disgust this group of people so much, even if I was forced to accompany them to perform such a show The play is worth it!

Probably even Earl Ian didn’t think that I could really put down my value to this point. He sat on the couch and didn’t speak for a long time. I waited for a long time and deliberately asked in the most charming and coquettish female voice. : "My lord, isn't what you see in front of your eyes not what you expected?"

Bang!

The low stool next to the Count, on which the coffee pot and cups had been placed, was kicked over, and the Count stood up, and went out without a word.

The attendants followed up without surprise, without even looking at the broken pieces on the ground or the stunned Annie. A group of people surrounded the earl and walked out. After a while, the crowd disappeared.

Seeing that the entire room was empty, the first-class servant who loved to flatter him turned back with two servants.

He announced arrogantly that the spit was almost splashed on my face: "My lord has an order, lock that woman up with the lowest slaves!"

How could Anne have endured the suffering of the lowest slaves living in low shacks outside the main building, places that were not even habitable!

When the servants were about to drag Annie away, Beatrix said, "Leave this girl to me, Louis, take her to Sophia's room."

"Hey!" The red-brown haired maid responded crisply.

"Beatrix, this is an order from the Earl!"

The status of the maids was obviously much higher than that of the male servants. They lifted Anne up and left without paying any attention to the tall male servants, which made the first-class servant very angry.

"My lord earl, of course I will talk."

"Don't think that you have Lord Elvis's backing, so you can ignore your orders, Beatrix, don't forget, now the Earl is your husband, master, and king!"

"I don't need you to worry about my business, Monsieur Honoré, but if you don't catch up, someone will take your place."

"What you said, I must repeat it to the Earl verbatim, so that the Lord will know your rudeness!"

The first-class attendant named Honoré left angrily with a harsh word.

"Considering your situation, I have arranged for you a room on the third floor of the right wing near Elvis's living room." Facing Honore's threat, Beatrix didn't even change her expression, and remained It’s that kind of soft tone, “It’s about half a month before we’re ready to leave for Frigo Manor, otherwise we might not be able to catch up with the two adults’ birthday celebrations in a month’s time. Please be patient with your thoughts. Also, please don’t worry about that girl, I will try my best to protect her.”

I think my expression must be very dull now.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me for being rude... so you are someone close to Elvis?"

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