"Master, please forgive me for speaking to you so rudely, but I really can't help it." The doctor said, "You are becoming more and more like the count, not just in appearance, but also in personality and behavior...
It’s as if your fate is going the same way as your father’s.”
"I later learned more about your mother's affairs, and I know that you have always been blaming the earl in your heart. In fact, if the earl had not been affected by the curse of the Edson family, maybe they would have had a different start.
There will be a different ending, right?"
Murong Lie's eyes were unfathomable, and his voice was very deep, very deep, very deep, so deep that no one could see what he was thinking: "You mean, like him, I am also affected by this curse?"
The doctor bowed humbly, but answered courageously: "Yes, I think so."
Murong Lie looked at him expressionlessly.
"No matter whether this curse is really that powerful, but from the very beginning, when you knew about this curse, you have already received its psychological implications. You are resisting desperately in your heart, trying to tell yourself that this is not true.
This curse will not take effect, but the more this happens, the more this idea will linger in your minds... Young Master, am I right?"
Murong Lie didn't speak, but still looked at him with no expression.
However, if you look carefully, you will find that Murong Lie's pupils shrank for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Master, I'm a doctor. I'm just telling my own views from a psychological point of view... When you accept such negative psychological suggestions, the consequences are actually very terrible. Your father, Lord Edson, his
You have also seen the example. It is because he believed in this curse and determined that the woman he fell in love with would definitely leave him and betray him, so he tried every possible means to keep her, even if he did not hesitate to take her by force, so that your
Mother hates him... Young Master, haven't you discovered it yet? Today, you are actually unintentionally embarking on the same path as your father back then!"
The cigar in Murong Lie's hand suddenly fell to the desk.
And he didn't even notice.
The doctor continued: "Your situation today, Miss Tong'er's situation, put aside your hatred for her, think about it, is it exactly the same as your parents back then? You are unknowingly
It’s a repeat of their tragedy back then!”
Murong Lie was stunned for a long time, and then he said: "That's different, she owes me..."
However, even he himself did not realize that his voice was so low and unconvincing.
"Really?" There was even a trace of imperceptible pity in the doctor's eyes, "Master, in fact, you know everything in your heart, just like you also know in your heart that you still love Miss Tong'er, and you have never cared about her.
You have changed. You just used the excuse of hatred to force her to stay by your side. Isn't it like this? I was a fortune teller for several years! It's just that you refused to admit it or face it. "
Murong Lie looked at him, suddenly turned his head and wiped his face vigorously.
"I'm very tired. Please go out first and don't tell me this again."
"Master..."
"Go out, are you going to challenge my authority in this position?"
Now that Murong Lie had said such words, the doctor sighed in a low voice: "Yes, Lord Count."
He withdrew, but before exiting the study, he said lowly and boldly: "My lord, please, please think carefully about what I said to you, and don't let yourself regret it one day.
"
Murong Lie stood up, pushed his chair away, and walked to the study window.
His back is very straight and lonely.
The doctor sighed and silently closed the study door.
The night outside was very dark, and a shooting star streaked across the sky, like the tears of a person falling rapidly.
**
Three days later.
The weather in the UK is gloomy all year round. In this rainy season, raindrops are falling continuously, rain and fog are everywhere, and the air seems to be filled with clouds of white mist.
In the deep castle, a girl wearing a silver-white mask walked erratically in the corridor. Her long black hair hung down from her shoulders. Her slender body was as light as if it could be blown away by the wind at any time. Especially her face.
The strange silver-white mask on her face shone with a cold metallic luster. If she were seen in the middle of the night, someone might be startled and mistake her for a ghost.
She had no shoes on her feet, and her white and tender soles stepped on the cold floor. The maids walking towards her all looked sideways and couldn't help but look at her. However, for some unknown reason, it seemed as if she couldn't do anything.
There was a taboo on touching him, so he stayed away from her and didn't dare to get close.
The girl didn't seem to feel the coolness coming from the soles of her feet at all, even in such a cold weather, she just wore a thin white dress and didn't care.
She walked erratically under the surprised, curious and fearful eyes of the maids, as if she had already lost her heart and soul.
Suddenly, there was a crash, and a stack of white paper blew out from the open carved door of the study. The maid who was cleaning it inside screamed in panic, and then there were voices complaining about each other.
"Oh, I asked you not to open the window. The wind was so strong that it blew all the paper on the table!"
"Then go and get it quickly. If the housekeeper's wife sees it, she will curse."
"Idiot, Miss Rose will be even more angry if she sees it! She hates it when others damage the Earl's things. It would be terrible if she saw you."
"Stop talking nonsense, okay? Go pick it up quickly."
A maid hurriedly closed the window of the study room, and the rain blew in with the force of the wind. While closing the window, the maid tilted her head to avoid the rain. However, even so, her hair got wet.
Another maid hurriedly ran out of the study to pick up documents and papers, holding a rag in her hand.
She was picking up documents along the way, and suddenly she stopped with the paper in her hand.
Bending over, she raised her head and looked at the pair of white and tender feet in front of her, with a nervous expression on her face. She probably didn't expect to see the most taboo person in this castle.
The girl wearing a silver-white mask held a piece of white paper in her hand, and her beautiful eyes with a hint of melancholy behind the mask were looking at a series of signatures on it.
"Murong Lie..." The soft lips opened slightly and spit out a name, which was the signature on the document.
The maid stood up nervously with the paper she picked up in her hand. She wanted to take the document back from the girl's hand, but she didn't dare. She just looked at her awkwardly and hesitated to speak.
"Murong Lie..."
The girl softly spoke out the name again. As she whispered the name softly, a trace of pain flashed in her clear eyes.
I don't know why, but my heart that I thought was numb and dead actually felt a tearing pain, as if I had heard and read this name countless times.
Her slender white fingers grasped the paper with slight force. She raised her eyes and looked at the nervous maid, and asked in a low voice: "Whose signature...is it for?"
The maid never dreamed that the most mysterious and taboo girl in the castle would actually speak to her. She was a little confused and didn't know how to react. She paused for a moment before stammering in reply.
Said: "Yes...I heard it was...our Earl's previous name..."
After saying that, she suddenly remembered that this girl was the person who had fun with the count every night. Didn't she even know the name of the count? She couldn't help but look at the girl secretly with surprise and curiosity... Although she had never seen this most mysterious girl.
What she looks like behind the mask, but I have to admit that her eyes are so beautiful.
Maybe it's because of this that the Earl has always been noncommittal to Miss Rose and allowed this girl to stay with him?
The maid secretly thought: Miss Rose is actually going crazy!
Ning Tong'er's hand holding the paper suddenly shook. She threw the document out as if she had touched a brazier. The maid quickly caught it, hugging the scattered documents to her chest and looking at it helplessly.
Ning Tong'er.
Ning Tong'er hated the Demon Earl deeply. Unexpectedly, this name turned out to be his, and she immediately felt hatred in her heart. Just thinking about it, she felt pathetic and ridiculous... She was imprisoned by the Demon Earl in this castle, and she has not been able to do it until now.
I don't know why he hates her so much, why he tortures her, and I don't even know his name until now.
Isn't this the most ridiculous thing in the world? People say that they must die in a clear way, but she would rather Tong'er die in an unclear way. If she died in that dark passage that day, she would probably be just a confused gui.
The maid saw that she was wearing a mask and could not see her expression. She could only see a flash of hatred and sadness in her beautiful eyes, and then she turned sadly in front of her and continued walking forward erratically.
The maid held the documents she had picked up and looked at her melancholy back. She didn't know why, but she secretly felt sympathy for this most taboo girl who could not be spoken of or approached by the Earl.
"Alice! Alice!" The maid who was clearing the table in the study waited for a long time and didn't see her coming back, so she started to call her, "Why does it take you so long to pick up a document? Come here and help."
"Oh, okay, I'll be right back." The maid came to her senses, looked away from the melancholy slender figure at the end of the corridor in front of her, and quickly turned around and walked back to the study.
There was a "crash", as if someone was forcefully pushed out of the window. The originally closed window in the study room actually opened again. The cold and biting wind and the cold raindrops blew in, blowing away the things that were being tidied up.
The maids doing the cleaning shivered from the cold.
"What's going on?" A maid was so cold that she hugged her chest with both hands and went to close the window while shivering from the cold, thinking that something was really weird.
None of them noticed that the portrait of the former Earl Edson hanging on the wall of the study was trembling in the cold wind blowing in from the window.