在月光洒下的古堡中，安妮·博林的幽灵轻声低语，诉说失落的爱与权力的悲歌。少年阿滨第13章全文阅读小说

　　Every year on the eve of the 19th of May, the air at Blickling Hall, Norwich, goes ice cold. In a centuries-old tale, on this night, the spectre of Anne Boleyn makes contact with our earthly realm. The story goes that as the night falls on the anniversary of the ill-fated Queen's death, you can spot her ghost riding up to Blickling Hall in a coach driven by a headless horseman.... (展开全部)