Since I was sensible, I was secretly sent to a monastery near Madrid by a Spanish royal noble who claimed to be my father. In addition to Momo, there, there is still Momo. The bells in the monastery are always so monotonous, boring and boring. The daily homework is to praise and praise God over and over again, and recite some unknown things.

I don't like this. I like to be active and often run outside the monastery to breathe fresh air and feel the gentle sunshine. I occasionally sit on the grass and read novels, such as Cervantes's "Don Quixote", but my favorite thing is to play in the small village nearby. I don't find girls of my age, but boys, learn to ride horses, fight, and even learn how to use guns to catch various animals in the woods.

Obviously, Dean Momo dislikes my words and deeds very much. She always lets me repent before God's cross, hoping that the kind God can forgive my recklessness and ignorance. Is God so great, kind, and omnipotent? I don't think that at least God cannot bring me the rebirth of my mother. He always brings poverty and disease to those who really need caress, just like my mother, poor mother. Therefore, I never believe in God, and even in front of the extremely serious Dean Momo, I dare to contradict this way.

So, I was often locked up by the dean of Momo, in the monastery, which was the darkest and most terrifying small room for several days. At first I was not used to it and was a little scared. It was because there were rats in the small room, but later, as the days went longer and I went there more times, I became good friends with the rats. Because the dean of Momo did not give me food for several days, I would feel very hungry, and the rats would often steal a few eggs for me. I really couldn't figure out how they did it?

There are still good people in the world. A Lao Momo, who sympathized with me, secretly wrote a letter and reported my tragic experience in the monastery to the king of Spain. King? No, I should call him grandpa. So, not long after, grandpa picked me out of the monastery and sent me to Duke Sanchez, a noble royal noble family, for foster care.

I remember that I had just turned 13, and that year, in 1789, my grandfather, the kind Spanish king, went to heaven, what everyone said, and a guy who was said to be my biological father ascended the throne.

From that year on, a so-called happiness that I had never experienced began to linger around me. My kind face, a luxurious boudoir, a beautiful garden, and countless servants...all of them are all because I am the illegitimate daughter of the kingdom's superiors, but because I lack friends, I am not very happy. The only thing that satisfies myself is that I have my own love horse, musket, sword, and endless books.

In the Duke's private villa, I always like to ride horses and ask the guards to teach me fencing and shooting. At that time, I was so crazy that I didn't even have time to read. Until one day, I saw another novel called "Dream on a Red Small Building". The very interesting name was written by a distant oriental man. It is said that it was a banned book and is not allowed to be sold stereotyped in the Qing Dynasty. A Spanish businessman doing business in the East brought its Chinese version to Madrid, and another good Spain The literati translated it into its own language and planned to sell books in Madrid. Unfortunately, no one wanted to read it, and no one wanted to buy novels written by Orientals, so when he was halfway through the translation, he stopped continuing. But I liked it. In order to continue reading this book, I begged for three days before the Duke helped me invite a Portuguese priest who grew up in Macau to teach me how to learn the oriental language, which should be called Chinese. I finally finished reading the book for three years. It seemed that the name of the book should be changed to "Dream of Red Mansions", which felt more appropriate.

After reading this book, I became a little sentimental and began to be intoxicated by the tragic love stories in the book all day long. I rarely ride horses and hunt, and I lacked some of the previously active personality. How beautiful things described in the book are so longing for me. So, I had an idea in my mind, which was to meet a real oriental, a Chinese, and discuss the plot in the book with him, the history of their country, and everything I care about. But this wish has never been realized. In the whole of Spain, I could not find a Chinese, but there were several orientals who looked like slaves. Those people nodded and bowed as soon as they saw me. I didn’t like seeing them.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed, and I am 18 years old and a big girl. From the mirror, I saw a beautiful me, pretty face, graceful figure and long black hair. Haha, I admired myself for my good feelings. On my birthday, the Spanish king who gave birth to me took his queen to attend my birthday party. For some reason, Queen Maria actually fell in love with me. According to others, she liked my appearance and hated her children. She asked the king to accept the fact that I was His Majesty's eldest daughter, and actively appointed me as His Highness the Great Princess of Spain, and wanted to bring me to the palace to live, but I refused. Because, troubles began to surround me.

Countless crazy bees and butterflies tangled me all day long, reciting some nonsense poems in front of me, or biting each other like mad dogs, just to make me smile, but I was actually despising them. I was very tired of them, such as the idle nobles, but a poem that has been passed down from France fascinated me even more. The name of the poem is "Love and Freedom".

Life is precious,

Love is more expensive,

If it is for freedom,

Both can be thrown away!"

The poem is short, simple and unpretentious, but the artistic conception is very high, and even many liberal aristocrats are circulating. What makes me new is that the person who wrote the poem is still an orthodox oriental, a general who commanded thousands of troops in France and won brilliant victories, Andrew.

Andrew, the meaning of strength and integrity. Many conservative aristocrats called him an evil man, yellow-skinned Satan, etc., and many ugly words, but I yearn for it very much. Looking at me, he is 1,000 times stronger than the so-called aristocrats who like to apply makeup, wigs, and boast about it. So, I had another idea or impulse, and wanted to run to France to meet the magical mountain general.

It is unlikely that the royal family will not agree to my request, because one of their distant relatives, General Gonzalez, died at the hands of General Andrew in the Battle of Toulon. So I had to do something secretly. When Colonel Fonsoto and his cavalry participated in the rebellion in the Wande area of ​​France, Andrew was appointed by the French supreme authorities as the new commander of the Wande Army of the Wande Army of the Republic. I knew that the opportunity had come. Once, while the kingdom nobles were transporting supplies to the French rebels, I disguised as a second lieutenant, jumped onto a transport ship, and came to Wande, France, and made a special trip to wait for Andrew's arrival.

Unexpectedly, the whereabouts of my escape were discovered by Duke Sanchez. The kind Duke did not make things difficult for me. He just wrote a letter to entrust Colonel Fonsoto to be fully responsible for my safety. So in Vandai, I was tightly surrounded by the Spanish guards and lost the freedom of action. However, one day, I heard that Captain St. Martin was preparing to conspire to defect to the revolutionary France, so I threatened him and asked him to take me to Andrew. For this reason, I also told him his true identity. The captain was very trustworthy and really took me to the base camp of the French Vandai Army, but he carried me on the horse with a sack, and felt very uncomfortable along the way. I knew he was taking the opportunity to retaliate against me, but I didn't mind.

I was very happy to run from the wet forest to the cold plain. Haha, of course I was happy. I finally met the legendary General Andrew, or the yellow-skinned Satan.

Andrew was indeed an authentic Chinese, tall, but not as braided as the Madrid businessman said. His hair was very short and only a little exposed from the brim of the hat. He looked very handsome and handsome, with his faint melancholy and colorful black eyes, and his decent blue general uniform, he was so charming.

But, it was a little strange that he was melancholy just now. When he saw me and heard Captain St. Martin introduce my origin, similar golden light began to appear in his eyes. I initially thought that he was like the Spanish nobles, obsessed with women and only looked at my appearance. However, in the expression of Andrew talking to himself, I understood his true thoughts.

"Well, this little Spanish girl looks really good. It's enough to be my wife. Unfortunately, she is the eldest princess of Spain.

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Hehe, maybe, she is very valuable, very valuable, let me calculate how many gold coins the Spanish royal family is going to spend to redeem people.

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500,000 is too little, I'm really sorry to the audience; 1 million seems to be OK, but I'm not satisfied; it's just 2 million gold francs, it's not a dilute! Hehe

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No, no, she came to me to the military camp by herself, and it seemed unkind to do that. She cares about her, the beauty in front of her is stupid. Even if she knows, she won’t mind. Maybe she will even count the money for me, haha!

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That's it. I'm going to write a letter to the King of Spain, asking her father to exchange mountains of gold and silver for the freedom of the noble princess.

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Haha, in the name of revolution, I became rich again, sing praises to God and praise Satan.

…”

Bah, he thought that he could not understand Chinese, but others could not understand it. Unfortunately, I could be considered more skilled in my understanding of Chinese. His original text was heard and understood in my heart. At this time, I realized that the shameless Andrew, he regarded me as a vault. However, I did not expose it because I wanted to see his next performance. I don’t know whether it was for the sake of money or what Captain St. Martin said to him, but I was completely free in the Wandai Legion, except that I was not allowed to leave the barracks.

He thought I was someone! No one dared to restrict my freedom. Of course I was angry and rushed to his camp immediately to argue with him. But after just two steps, he only cursed three times, but unexpectedly, he bumped into him and took a shower. Damn guy, I don’t know why he likes taking a bath so much. Compared to women who love beauty, he keeps showering every day. Also, taking a bath is taking a bath, so why do you have to take off your whole body and wash it all off.

The situation was indeed very awkward at that time. When I returned to my tent, almost all the blue soldiers were pointing at me and secretly laughing at me. Of course, their generals were indispensable in the topic.

I was so shy that I didn't dare to walk out of the camp. The next day, I unexpectedly discovered that Andrew was even more afraid than me. Whenever he saw me from afar, he would dodge aside early, with a rosy face. Haha, this is the extremely brave mountain general who was praised by the French soldiers, it was so funny.

After all, Andrew had some skills. All the soldiers and officers were very awe of him. This was an expression of emotion from the heart. Every time Andrew went there, he could win cheers and cheers. He often ran to the front line to build fortifications with the soldiers. He could call out all his subordinates' names accurately. He could also share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers, chewing hard-to-swallow black bread in the trenches, and drink another sip of water, but gave honey and meat porridge to the weak refugees. At night, he often got up to patrol the night and checked the soldiers' sleeping conditions. Well, he was a good general, better than the Spanish general I met.

I wanted to see him again, but he never gave me a chance to meet.

Today, I finally couldn't help it, so I used my Chinese practiced for three years and called him General Andrew's Chinese name. He turned around and was stunned for a long time, and asked me to walk into his camp again.

As soon as he arrived at the tent, he asked me to ask me if he had understood everything that he muttered in the tent that day. Of course I was very honest, so I nodded sincerely. Next, the poor general was about to howl and cry. Looking at his extremely exaggerated performance, I smiled, smiling very beautifully, yes, this is my own feeling. Finally, he ended his impersonal expression and began to have a serious conversation with me face to face.

The topic followed was very relaxed. When I told him that I had read the book "Dream of Red Mansions", his expression that was difficult to describe was almost comparable to the clowns performed on the large stage in Madrid. After a long time, he returned to normal. At my request, he carefully explained to me some of his questions about the book "Dream of Red Mansions". Then, he began to introduce to me the history and scenery of China, and there were many, many strange things. For example, there was a long Great Wall that could connect Paris to Madrid, which was extremely brilliant.

The royal palace, as well as the thousand-year-old building on the Yangtze River and the Yellow Crane Tower. However, what I was most interested in was the poems he created himself. But when I asked about this, the heroic Andrew became as shy as a little girl and was never willing to recite a poem for me. But in the end, I used my usual means to threaten him. If he did not agree to my request, I would preach General Andrew's inner sins to everyone. He was forced to recite a love poem for me on the spot according to my request. Haha, this is my suggestion, and strong suggestion.

Love is fire

...

It's love, it doesn't matter how humble it is.

Even if this love comes from the most humble: the humble creature

Love to God, the magnanimous God accepted it

Give it love again. My burst of passion

Just like the Taoist light, through my ugly nature, it shows

How do you polish the creation by the big hand of love?

If you must love me,

Love for love, if you must love me,

Let your love not be for anything!

Don't say: "I love her beautiful appearance,

I love her gentle tone and smile,

Because her hobbies are the same as mine,

It will teach you a happy and peaceful life” Dear,

Since all this can be changed,

Love for all this will change.

How do I love you

...

Thank God and praise God. This is the most beautiful love poem I have heard in my life. He is not chanting poems, but expressing emotions. His ups and downs and bright eyes once again made me intoxicated. When he finished reading all the chapters and waiting for him to reminisce about the poetry, I took these few seconds to quietly walk to him, secretly kiss him, blushed and ran out of the tent quickly, leaving the stupid guy alone inside.

It seems that many people began to care about me and their generals. The rumors spread very quickly, and they all said everything. Some people even said: "Andrew fell in love with the Spanish princess and tried to rape her in his own camp. As a result, he was beaten up by His Highness, the Great Princess of Haowu, and never dared to come out to see anyone." And so on.

Among all the rumors, I was always the victim, so I was very calm and not afraid of anything. However, the other soldiers looked at me with a lot of changes in their eyes. They first had desire, then pity, and then respect. What did they respect me? Oh, they regarded me as the commander's woman. What a pity, I am not, at least he hasn't touched me a finger, and he also has a fiancée, and is still waiting for him in Paris.

I felt a little tired after writing the diary here. It was a hard work to complete the diary that I had not written for many days in one night. Alas, there was even worse news. Tomorrow, the rebels in Wangdai were going to attack here. It is said that there were more than 50,000 people, but Andrew didn't seem to be worried. He kept talking and chatting with the soldiers and laughing, but he didn't see me again, just like a mouse meeting a cat.

War is an unpleasant thing after all. This is a selfish desire among men, and I don’t like it!
Chapter completed!