Alosia walked forward briskly with a handful of wisteria flowers, her steps light and jumping, completely a portrayal of her youthful and lively character.

Aloxia felt that these days were her happiest, in Zagreb she was required to abide by all kinds of rules despite her noble status, and the female officials around her constantly reminded her of the king's niece, and the female officials hinted to her more than once that she must marry some great nobleman or a foreign royal family, and as for Omo, Aloxia knew in her heart that her uncle Helva would acquiesce to their dealings, completely thinking that his brother Kurush.

This made Aloxia instinctively disgusted with the affluent but oppressive life in Zagreb, and she even missed the days when she was camped in the mountains and forests, when they seemed to be a little miserable, but very free, and now that she had a noble status, she had lost a lot of pleasure.

So when Herva sent her to Bucharest on her behalf to congratulate the princess or princess on the birth of the archduchess, if it weren't for Omo's company, Aloxia would have thought it was another modest but very boring state visit, but she never imagined that here she would meet a completely different archduchess from what she had imagined.

The Archduchess of Wallachia was not at all what she had thought, not only was she a little younger than Alosia, but she also did not see in her the pretentiousness of the noblewomen of Zagreb who made her uncomfortable, on the contrary, Sofia Alexandra Valleolho was a wild girl who, though obviously defective because she could not speak, had the same unusually exuberant energy and the same unusually bad temper that made people helpless.

This can be seen from the fact that she insisted on riding a horse instead of making a carriage even when she was pregnant, and that Aloxia had seen her insist on wiping the armor she was said to have worn in the Battle of Bucharest herself, even when she had a large belly, and that she had to practice slashing several times a day with a sword that seemed to be lightweight, despite the discouragement of others, and that vicious look made Aloxia always wonder if she was fantasizing about someone standing in front of her during her practice.

If that's all there is to it, what makes Aloxia really feel envious is that whenever the two of them are alone, Sophia will take out those letters that she can't read to her again and again, which are all written to her by the Count of Montina, maybe because of the need for someone to read them, those letters are not explicit and very decent, but even so, Aloxia can still feel the Count's concern for the Archduchess, which is from the fact that he told Sophia to serve the maids in a very straightforward tone, Even if she was unwilling, she had to do as he was instructed to do as he was told, and in one letter Alexander even promised the ladies directly in her capacity as Count of Montina that if they were blamed by the Grand Duke for their devotion to duty, he promised to compensate them for all the damage they had caused, including money and status.

The letters were read to Sophia by the maids, and then kept them in her own collection, and when Aloxia saw them, she found that most of the letters were worn out, and some of them had traces of poor brushwork, and it was evident that Sophia often took out the letters by herself and read them without stopping, and then she learned to transcribe them one by one, even if she didn't know what the words on them meant.

Alosia envied Sophia, not for her status in Wallachia, but for being free to do what she wanted.

Alosia was a little infatuated with Bucharest, and she wanted to stay here for a while instead of returning to Zagreb early. So even though Sophia had already given birth to a child, Alosia only sent someone to report to her uncle, and she herself remained in Bucharest and did not want to leave.

The scenery of Bucharest is also fascinating, and the time outside the city is at its most beautiful, and the scenery is so intoxicating that you can forget that not long ago it was a battlefield full of corpses, so much so that when spring ploughing began, many places were sown and the bones of the Ottomans who died in battle were dug up.

And Alexander's care and love for Sophia after he came also made Alosia very envious, she didn't know what kind of destination she would have in the future, but she could feel that she probably couldn't count on the relationship between Alexander and Sophia.

However, the birth of August and Catherine made Aloxia somewhat look forward to what her children would be like in the future, watching the two beautiful babies grow up day by day, and miraculously almost every day There seemed to be some new changes, Aloxia felt that even if her marriage was not happy in the future, if she could have such a lovely child, maybe the future would not be so bad.

Aloxia trotted briskly along a green corridor full of flowers and green willows, because she had heard Alexander say that children would grow better when they breathed fresh air, so Aloxia had promised Sophia that she would personally pick fresh bouquets from the field every day to decorate Sophia's room until the day of her children's baptism, so that her children would grow up healthy.

Although this promise sounded a little funny, it gave Aloxia something to do, so she would take the maid outside the city every day to pick bouquets of flowers, and at first Omo accompanied her, but after seeing that he seemed to be unimpressed by her behavior, Aloxia simply came out alone.

It's just that sometimes the thought of waiting until the baptism day is over and there is no other reason to stay is inevitable that Arlo is a little depressed.

She didn't want to go back to Zagreb, or to say that things didn't go her way, and she didn't fail to see what was going on in her uncle Helva, whose ambitions were becoming more and more evident among the Croatian nobility, which of course pleased them, because the reason they were willing to support Herva was to benefit them, and now to see him do what they wished, the Croatians were naturally happy.

However, this made Alozia a little worried, not that she thought that her uncle was wrong to do so, but that she was purely worried that he might make the wrong choice by doing so.

Alosia felt that maybe one day Helva would be the enemy of Wallachia, and if that was the case, Alexander would definitely be on Sophia's side.

Aloxia didn't know how powerful Alexandria really was, but Sophia clearly had faith in him, and during her time in Bucharest, Aloxia really felt Alexander's influence in the city.

If there is a real conflict between the two countries, Alexander will definitely fully support Wallachia, and Alosia hopes that the two countries will not go to that point, only now she has absolutely no power to make an impact.

Thinking of this, Aloxia's original good mood dropped slightly, she was really not good at thinking about these things, so she decided to pick as many flowers as possible to decorate Sophia's room, maybe because of her efforts, even if her uncle did something excessive, she would still have a chance to explain.

Thinking about these thoughts, which even she thought were impossible, Alosia walked aimlessly on her feet until she saw a man standing not far away.

The man was dressed in a tattered coat, and his dirty appearance looked like a wandering beggar, his face was also dirty, and his hair was unkempt and dusty behind his head, and the man stood so straight and straight in a low bush of flowers not far from Alohia, and the bad thing was that she happened to have a fancy to a partial bamboo peach in this bush that could match the wisteria flower in her hand.

Alosa hesitated, although the maid and the coachman were nearby, but meeting a strange beggar in such a place made her instinctively a little uneasy.

She looked at the man steadily, and then she realized that he was also looking at her, which made Aloxia nervous, and she looked behind her, and then she was surprised to find that she was far away from her companion before she knew it.

She couldn't help but take a step back, nervously holding the wisteria flower in her hand to her chest, as if holding a shield, and at the same time she looked nervously at the beggar opposite, although she didn't know what this person was going to do, but she had a feeling that he seemed to be coming for her.

Sure enough, the man walked over, and his feet were fast, which made Alozya believe that if she turned around and ran now, she would soon be caught up by this person.

"Stop! What are you going to do, my people are nearby! ”

Aloxia scolded, her voice high in the hope of attracting the attention of her companion in the distance, but the man did not stop, he strode over, and did not stop until he came to a very close place for Aloxia, who kept retreating.

"Countess Slavo Berniege?" The beggar asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, and when he opened his mouth, Aloxia's nervousness froze.

"Are you Croatian?" Aloxia, who heard the other party's accent, looked at this person with some surprise, and she noticed that the mud stains on this person's face seemed to be deliberately used to cover up, which made her heart nervous again when she began to let go slightly, "Now that you know my identity, what do you want to do?" ”

"I'm just here to give you a message."

The beggar had just taken another step forward and looked up behind Aloxia, and at the same time Aloxia heard an eager shout from a distance behind her: "Miss, we are here, are you alright?!" ”

Aloxia looked back and saw the coachman who had already drawn his knife and the maid who was chasing after her, and just as she was finally relieved, the beggar said something in a low voice behind her that made her tremble: "Knight Morco greets you, he is always waiting for your reply, if you want to see him again." ”

Aloxia's face turned pale instantly, and her body trembled slightly, so much so that she forgot to turn to look, and when the groom and the maid ran up to her with worried inquiries and tried to chase the man, Aloxia turned slowly, and saw that the man had run far away, and then burrowed into the nearby woods.

"Don't chase it, it's just a homeless man who wants to beg for something to eat." Aloxia stopped the coachman, and she was somewhat dejected and walked back by the maid, while forcing herself to barely put a smile on her face.

Morco, Aloxia was sure that the homeless man had said the name just now, but hearing it again now made her feel as if it had been too long ago.

She hadn't seen Morco since she had been sent to Bucharest by her uncle Helva, and as time went by, Morko's impression of Morco became more and more blurry in her mind, and sometimes she even wondered what she had stopped thinking about Morco in the first place.

Except for a few letters, there were fewer and fewer messages from Morko, until he was completely lost.

Aloxia was once sad about Morco's disappearance, but she soon found out that this sadness was just a regret for the loss of an old friend, and as for the sadness of life and death between lovers, she didn't really feel it.

After arriving in Bucharest, she had also inquired about Morco, and when she heard that he had tried to pursue Sophia, who was still a Greek princess at the time, Aloxia had no other idea than to be a little annoyed.

Then, when she heard that Morko had disappeared, some said he had died in battle, others said that he had taken refuge with the Ottomans, and in those times of war, no one could really tell him what he had happened to or heard from.

The man just vanished, like many people who were missing on the battlefield.

Alosa originally thought that she would never hear about Morco again, but she never expected that someone would suddenly bring her Morko's message today.

This made her originally calm heart ripple instantly.

Aloxia returned to the city still devastated and knew she should tell someone about hearing about Morko, who had been looking for him, but she couldn't make up her mind at the thought of rumors that Morko had defected to the Ottomans.

Holding a large bouquet of flowers, Alosia walked slowly forward in the castle, she didn't want to see any acquaintances at this time, but the oncoming Alexander made her face collapse slightly.

She walked over and bowed to Alexander from a distance, and when she saw the maids each holding a bunch of bathing utensils behind Alexander, Aloxia couldn't help but smile.

She envied Sophia, and a large part of that was because of Alexander.

The Duke's care for Sophia and the children surprised many people, and although it was understandable that the children were concerned with the future inheritance of Wallachia, Alexander's meticulous behavior that he even had to ask the children to bathe was somewhat strange.

Compared with Italy, Wallachia is of course more backward, and even a little barbaric in the eyes of some people, but even in Italy, the early death of babies is also a common thing in this era, so when he saw those rough and more incomprehensible how to take care of newborn maids and shocking environment, Alexander immediately personally formulated a series of baby care systems, and compared with the time when he arranged for Sophia to give birth, he obviously had more experience, Therefore, this set of measures was more convenient to implement, which made Alexander feel that if this continued, maybe by the time Barendi or Jisha gave birth, he would already be able to become a qualified nursery.

Alexander smiled at the sight of Alocia, he had a good impression of this girl, speaking of which this girl was very naïve, compared to those noble ladies, Alexander thought that she was a good friend of Sophia.

For a moment, Alocia wanted to tell Alexander about Morko, but she didn't.

After delivering the flowers to Sophia's room, she stayed with her for a while, as Alexander had ordered, so that the so-called postpartum depression could be avoided.

It's just that even Sophia saw Aloxia's absent-mindedness, so she quickly returned to her room, but when it was almost noon, she couldn't hold back her impatience anymore and walked out of the castle again.

Alosia walked aimlessly down the street, and although her slightly gorgeous clothes made the passers-by look at her, in the end, no one suddenly appeared in front of her as she imagined.

This made Alocia a little disappointed, she originally thought that she would meet a messenger again when she went out so obviously, or it was Morco himself, but it was obvious that she was thinking a little too much, and Morko's people did not appear.

It was only shortly after she had attended the dinner party and returned to her room that a letter from a maid sent her that Aloxia was momentarily dazed.

There was no name on the envelope, only a birch leaf that didn't look too similar, and Aloxia knew that this was Morco's allusion to the time when they were camping in the woods, which made Aloxia's heart swell up with unspeakable emotions for a while.

She sent the maid away as calmly as she could, and then opened the letter in a hurry.

Morco was a knight, or rather a soldier, so his writing was not very good, but he still recounted his story in his letters.

How did he get wounded on the battlefield, and how did he follow Rhova, who happened to be fleeing to Moldova, after hearing about the defeat of the Sultan's army? Together in exile, and he finally got Roy?? On the way back to Croatia, he unexpectedly heard the news of Alosia in Bucharest.

But he did not dare to come to Aloxia suddenly, and after a few days of observation, Morco learned that Aloxia would go out of the city every morning to pick fresh bouquets, so he decided to take this opportunity to send someone to test her.

He was pleased with the results of the trial, and according to his eyeliner in the castle, Alosa apparently did not tell anyone else about Morko, which rekindled hope in Morko's heart.

"You can't imagine how happy I was when I heard that you didn't denounce me, thank God it must be the result of your love for me not disappearing, although I heard that Kulash's brother is courting you, but I believe that your heart is still for me, so I am willing to take the risk of revealing my whereabouts to you, even if I am betrayed, I will not regret it......"

Aloxia was frightened by the words of Morko's letter, but at the same time she was complacent about her heart, or even the vanity of being admired, so that she magically wrote down the address that Morko had written for her.

At this time, Alosia had no idea what was going on in her heart, and although she knew that it was wrong, or even a crime, she decided not to reveal Morko's news to anyone.

Maybe I should dissuade him from doing stupid things again, or persuade him to ask his uncle for forgiveness directly, after all, Morco has followed his uncle since he was a child, and he should be forgiven, so I can't tell anyone about him, otherwise he might have been arrested and executed before he gets his uncle's pardon.

Arlo made excuses for himself, and then decided to meet Morko, who claimed to have suffered a lot in his heart.

Aloxia spent a sleepless night in such a state of anxiety that she lay in the shape of a cross all night in order to make herself feel at ease, so that when she got up the next day, her arms were almost completely unable to move.

According to the address left by Morco, Alosia left the city early, but in these days she had to go out of the city every day to pick flowers in order to fulfill her promise to Sophia, so the guards guarding the gate did not suspect her carriage and let her go.

The carriage had gone a short distance south along the Dembovica River to the foot of a hill near the famous church of Bukur, where Aloxia had ordered the coachman and the maid to wait, and she walked alone along the steps to the church on the top of the hill with trepidation.

The hill was not high, and soon Aloxia reached the top of the mountain, and when she saw a few people leading horses to look at her not far from the church, Aloxia secretly shook her lips and continued to walk forward.

"You're really here, Miss Count," said the homeless man who had delivered the letter the day before, and though he still looked tattered today, there were no mud stains on his face, so Aloxia could see his face clearly.

This is a middle-aged man who is not good-looking, and the only thing that is special is his bare gums because he is missing nearly half of his lips.

The man also seemed to notice the strange look on Alocia's face when he looked at him, and he reached out and touched his lips, and then said in that hoarse voice, "I'm fine, I hope you don't be frightened by the other face." ”

Aloxia's heart jumped, she vaguely guessed who this person was talking about, but when she walked into the church and saw Morco standing in front of her, Aloxia covered her mouth in fright because of his face.

Half of Morko's face was completely ruined by some weapon, even though he wore a hard cloth mask that half covered his cheeks, Aloxia could still see several scars with rolling sarcoma extending from under the mask, those scars were obviously just residual scars extending from the scars under the mask, but looking at every breath, the cloth mask couldn't help but retract back and forth with his breathing, Aloxia could already roughly guess how terrible the scars on his face were.

"I look horrible now, don't I, Countess?" Morko looked at Alosia, although it was only a year, they both seemed to feel that they hadn't seen each other for too long, "But it's nothing, compared to the things I've experienced before, I'm much cuter now, as for being scary, believe me Alozia, what I'm going to do next is much more terrifying than you can imagine." ”

Looking at Morco in front of her, Alosa suddenly felt that it was a big mistake to come here.