Doting on the Masked Wife

Murong Lie frowned.

"Master, please forgive me for speaking to you like this, but I really can't help it." The doctor said, "You are more and more like the Earl, not only in appearance, but also in personality and manner... It's as if your fate is repeating the same mistakes as your father's."

"I also learned about your mother's affairs back then. I know that you have always blamed 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 a different start. There would be a different ending too, wouldn't it?"

Murong Lie's eyes were unfathomable, and his voice was very deep, very deep, very deep, so deep that no one could see his thoughts: "You mean that I, like him, have also been affected by this curse?"

The doctor bowed humbly, but replied courageously, "Yes, I think so."

Murong Lie looked at him expressionlessly.

"No matter whether this curse is really that powerful or not, from the very beginning, when you know this curse, you have already received its psychological suggestion. You resist desperately in your heart, wanting to tell yourself that this is not true, This curse won't take effect, but the more it happens, the more this thought lingers in your mind...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 contract 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 hints, the consequences are actually very terrible. Your father, Lord Edson, his You have seen the example, it is because he believes in this curse, and he believes that the woman he likes will definitely leave him and betray him, so he will do everything possible to keep her, and he will not hesitate to take her by force, so that your His mother hates him...Young master, haven't you found out yet? It's the present day, but you've unintentionally walked the same path as your father did back then!"

The cigar in Murong Lie's hand suddenly fell onto the desk.

And he didn't even notice.

The doctor went on to say: "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 unconsciously Repeat their tragedy back then!"

Murong Lie was stunned for a long time, before he said: "That's different, she owes me..."

But even he himself didn't realize that his voice was so low and unconvincing.

"Really?" There was even a trace of imperceptible pity in the doctor's eyes, "Young 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 never even care about her." It's changed, you just used the excuse of hatred to force her to stay by your side, isn't that the case? I was a fortune teller for a few years! It's just that you refused to admit it and face it. "

Murong Lie looked at him, turned his head suddenly, and wiped his face vigorously.

"I'm very tired, you go out first, and don't tell me these things in the future."

"Master..."

"Go out, are you going to challenge the authority of my position?"

Now that Murong Lie had said such things, the doctor sighed in a low voice: "Yes, Lord Earl."

He withdrew, but before he exited the study, he said in a low voice and very boldly: "My lord, please, please think carefully about what I said to you, and don't let yourself have a day of regret. "

Murong Lie stood up, pushed away the chair abruptly, and walked to the study window.

His back is tall and straight and lonely.

The doctor sighed, and silently closed the door of the study.

The night outside was very deep, and a shooting star streaked across the sky, like the tears of a person falling rapidly.

**

three days later.

The weather in Britain is gloomy all year round. At this time, in this rainy season, the rain is falling continuously, the rain and fog are everywhere, and the air seems to be filled with white gas.

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, and her slender body seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.Especially the eerie silver-white mask on her face, which shone with a cold and hard metallic luster. If she saw it in the middle of the night, she might be startled and mistaken for some ghost.

She didn't wear shoes on her feet, and her white and tender feet stepped on the cold floor. The maids walking towards her all looked sideways and couldn't help looking at her, but for some reason, it seemed that she couldn't do anything. Like the taboo of touching, avoid her from a distance and dare not approach.

The girl didn't seem to feel the coolness from the soles of her feet at all, and even in such a cold weather, she didn't care if she was only wearing a thin white dress.

She walked erratically under the surprised, curious and fearful eyes of the maids, as if she had already lost her heart and soul.

Suddenly, with a bang, a stack of white papers was blown out from the open carved door of the study, and the maid who was tidying up inside screamed in panic, and then there were voices of complaining to each other.

"Oh, I told you not to open the window. The wind is so strong that it blows out all the paper on the table!"

"Then go and bring it in quickly. If the wife in charge sees it, she will scold him."

"Idiot, Miss Rose will be even angrier if she sees it! She hates others breaking the Earl's things the most, and she will be miserable if she sees you."

"Stop talking nonsense, okay? Go and pick it up."

A maid hurriedly went to close the window of the study, and the rain came in along with the wind. While closing the window, the maid tilted her head to avoid the rain, but even so, her hair was wet.

And another maid hurriedly ran out from the study to pick up documents and papers, still holding a rag in her hand.

She picked up the documents all the way, and suddenly stopped with the paper in her hand.

Bending down, she looked up at the pair of white and tender feet in front of her, with a nervous expression on her face, probably because she didn't expect to see the most taboo person in this castle.

The girl wearing a silver-white mask was holding a piece of white paper in her hand, and her clear eyes with a hint of melancholy behind the mask were looking at a series of signatures on it.

"Murong Lie..." The tender lips parted slightly, and he spit out a name, which was the signature on the document.

The maid stood up nervously with the picked up paper in her hand. Some wanted to take the document back from the girl's hand, but she didn't dare. She just looked at her awkwardly, hesitating to speak.

"Murong Lie..."

The girl whispered the name again, and as she whispered the name softly, a trace of pain flashed in her clear eyes.

I don't know why, but my heart, which I thought was numb and dead, felt a tearing pain, as if I had heard and chanted this name countless times.

Her slender and white fingers grasped the paper slightly, she raised her eyes to look at the nervous maid, and asked in a low voice, "Whose signature...is it?"

The maid never dreamed that the most mysterious and taboo girl in the castle would talk to her, she was a little dazed all of a sudden, she didn't know how to react.After being stunned for a while, she stammered and replied: "Yes... I heard it is... our Lord Earl's former name..."

After finishing speaking, she suddenly remembered that this young girl was the Earl's lover every night. Didn't she even know the Earl's name?She couldn't help but secretly looked at the girl in surprise and curiosity. Although she had never seen the most mysterious girl behind the mask, she had to admit that her eyes were so beautiful.

Maybe it's because of this that the Earl is always indifferent to Miss Rose, and let this girl stay by his side?

The maid secretly thought: Miss Rose is actually going crazy with anger!

Ning Tonger's hand holding the paper trembled suddenly, and she threw the document out as if she had touched a brazier. The maid quickly caught it, hugged the scattered documents to her chest and looked Ning Tonger.

Ning Tong'er hated the Devil Earl deeply, but unexpectedly the name belonged to him, and the hatred came from her heart immediately.Just thinking about it makes me feel sad and ridiculous.. She was imprisoned in this castle by the devil count. Until now, she didn't know why he hated her so much, why he tortured her, and she didn't even know his name until now.

Isn't that the funniest thing in the world?People say that you have to die clearly, but she, Ning Tong'er, died inexplicably even if she died. If she died in that dark passage that day, she would probably be a muddled gui.

Seeing that she was wearing a mask, the maid couldn't see her expression. She could only see a burst of hatred and sadness flashing in her clear eyes, then she turned around sadly in front of her, and continued to walk forward in an erratic manner.

The maid was holding the documents she had picked up, and looked at her deeply melancholy back. For some reason, she secretly felt sympathy for this most taboo, unspoken and unapproachable slave girl of the Earl.

"Alice! Alice!" The maid in the study who was clearing the table waited for a long time before she came back, and started calling her, "Why do you take so long to pick up a document? Hurry up and help."

"Oh, okay, I'll be right there." The maid came back to her senses, averted her eyes from the slender figure full of melancholy at the end of the corridor ahead, turned around and walked back to the study.

With a sound of "crash", as if being pushed away from the window vigorously by someone, the closed window of the study room was opened again, and the icy wind and cold raindrops blew in. The sanitation maids shivered from the cold.

"What's the matter?" A maid was so cold that she hugged her chest with both hands, and shivered to close the window, thinking that it was a strange thing.

None of them noticed: in the cold wind blowing in from the window, the portrait of the former Earl Edson hanging on the wall of the study was trembling unceasingly.

Like someone is angry.