Chapter 568: Invitation letter for Italian teaching and noble ball

Milan, Via Montenapoleone.
The incident that happened two days ago shocked everyone in the neighborhood to learn that the ‘Victoria’ on this most luxurious street in Italy, opened only for aristocratic wives, had changed owners.
It is said that a noble prince from the Far East spent a lot of money to buy the news of the store. I don't know how many people have become a drunk talker.
However, in fact, in the shop named after the queen of the country's most prosperous era, in fact, in addition to the replacement of the supervisor, the business as usual, it was just...
The upper floor of the hall, which sells expensive jewelry and elegant dresses with noble and complicated patterns, was originally an entire floor room where the previous owner used it as a temporary rest. It has been completely used as a bedroom by young people and girls.
Although there is a beautiful manor in the suburbs, but in fact, after only staying for one night, I clearly realized...
Only two people living in such a big place is simply troublesome.
How did he think that in the prosperous area of ​​Via Montenapoleone, as long as you go downstairs and the neighborhood is the busiest city center in Milan, it is more convenient to visit this kind of accommodation, so he only brought Sharon with a servant and handed over the manor. The housekeeper takes care of it.
This may be the difference between the nobles and ordinary people in the concept of villas and apartments.
Under the blue sky without waves for two days, a girl with a black and white gothic skirt wandered through the streets of Milan a hundred years ago. The leather short boots under black stockings followed him through the sewer. When the steaming stone brick streets,
Fang Ran had simply decided in his mind to treat the manor and the shop together as fixed assets.
And now in the room on the top floor of Victoria,
Young people and girls who have almost visited the interesting places around are sitting at the classically atmospheric desks. Around them are all kinds of crafts and decorations that you can buy when you see them. Sharon smiles. They served Darjeeling black tea.
Don’t forget, this is the world a hundred years ago,
However, although there is no convenient and entertaining network, Fang Ran did not feel much boring, because he found a new and interesting thing yesterday.
"Seven...its...oh? Alice?"
Wearing a pure white shirt and a neat suit and waistcoat, he looks a bit like a nobleman in this era. The front color hesitantly spit out a pronunciation, and then looked at Ling's'ciao' face written on the paper in front of him. The scumbag is almost at a loss.
The girl sitting opposite him with her long sleeves and her soft shoulders nodded at him, and then sorted out her language a bit. In fact, she was not very clear about the interpretation of the language. Ling said with some uncertainty:
"The meaning of saying hello... It can be used when you meet each other, but it can only be used for familiar people..."
"Does that mean hello and goodbye..."
As a scumbag who started to learn Italian without even understanding English, Fang Ran barely understood the usage of this word with two opposite meanings, feeling a little bit ashamed in her heart.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, did i hear this word in any hot man...
Yes, this is what Fang Ran thought of when he was bored in his leisure time.
He Ling learns Italian,
only...
"Fang Ran?"
"Ah, it's okay, it's me, right...well, Ling, just say this time..."
Fang Ran, who was pretending to be thinking by the name of the young girl with blond hair in front of him, looked at her, then took out the phone that cannot be connected to the Internet, turned on the camera, and blinked suddenly and said:
"Ling, you said to try Ooni sauce once."
Click,
REC, Ding...
Slightly stupefied, the other side has been used to the street for the past two days, taking out a machine from time to time and smiling at herself and saying, "Eggplant~", Ling played with the cuffs of the long sleeves and looked up at Fang Ran, and then felt weak 'S voice tried to carefully test his mouth:
"Euni...chan?"
boom!
Looking at the thin and white shoulders in front of you who want to hug tightly, the delicate and beautiful young face of Ling, the moment when she said the word to herself innocently...
Fang Ran felt like his heart was shot. The Nuo family slipped and fell to the ground and the whole person was directly frozen on the chair, unable to help making a terrible idiot voice in his mind.
"Oni sauce... what does this mean?"
There was curiosity in the light golden pupils, and the girl’s clear voice rang in her ears. She looked at Ling who was facing her and asked what she meant by calling "Oni sauce". She was stunned and felt her head. Puff of heat!
"This, this, this... the meaning of this word is... Uh, it's a dialect used to greet people, yes, it can only be used for familiar people..."
The old face was slightly red and Fang Ran's fingertips scratched his cheeks and forehead with a cold sweat, and he stammered desperately to explain. Turning his head and looking away, he took up the black tea on the table to cover up while trying to brainwash himself.
I didn't lie, didn't lie, didn't lie, didn't lie...
"Oni sauce..."
Ling felt that the pronunciation was a little strange and repeated it again, and the big eyes with light golden pupils looked at Fang Ran's confirmation and repeated it again.
"Puff! Kekeke...keke!"
She didn't expect that one day when Ling called herself ‘Ouni sauce’ with an innocent, crisp voice, she was caught off guard and sprayed out the black tea.
No... no more! The Queen like this said that the word is too lethal!
However, it always feels like the Queen can say such things...
"Ahem..."
Finally, I coughed twice quickly, dispelling my thoughts of some crooked thoughts, and a serious nonsense Fangran concealed the embarrassment and heat on his face, and coughed with a serious face:
"Okay, okay, let's stop here today..."
"Don't you teach me?"
The girl's crisp questioning instantly made a guy with evil thoughts feel full of guilt.
Don’t you teach me other titles anymore?
"Next... next time... next time..."
The brain made up a sentence that meant something that was a little off, Fang Ran hurriedly put aside his gaze and laughed awkwardly, but unconsciously came out of this age Ling calling herself in a simple and clear voice...
"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you, but here is something from Mrs. Laila."
But at this moment, the sound of knocking on the door interrupted the picture in Fang Ran's mind. Sharon, wearing a maid costume, walked in and handed an envelope with a seal on lacquered wax~EbookFREE.me~ I didn’t mean it. See no one? "
Slightly stupefied, the expression of getting along with Ling slowly disappeared from his face, and he looked at the classical European-style envelope on the table and said with a slight frown.
I can think of how many troublesome guys will come to visit after throwing out so much gold. Perhaps this is a rare opportunity for other people who want to enter the Milan aristocratic circle to expand their contacts.
But Fang Ran, who only found it troublesome, turned away all visitors, so until now, no aristocratic and wealthy merchant in Milan has seen the legendary prince from the Far East.
After asking Sharon briefly, she looked at Fang Ran with big light golden eyes and explained:
"Sharon said this is an invitation to the prom from Milan's highest-ranking marquise."
"Prom...?"
Fang Ran's expression was slightly startled, looking at the envelope with the seal on the red wax in his hand, it seemed as if he suddenly remembered something.
Then he got up and walked to the bookshelf to take a silver letter opener and open the envelope. Inside was a gold-rimmed invitation letter with swashes.
"A ball of the European nobility..."
Fang Ran looked at the invitation letter in his hand and muttered in a low voice, suddenly thinking of something, and then suddenly felt a pull, turned and lowered his head subconsciously, seeing the girl who had come behind him pulling the corner of his clothes.
Like a child looking at an adult about to leave, the delicate and petite Ling raised her delicate face, and her big light golden eyes looked at Fang Ran.
"Are you going to the prom?"
Fang Ran scratched his head with the invitation letter in his hand, smiled and nodded without knowing how to explain it to her:
"Well, for some reasons, I plan to go a little bit..."
"Sharon, help me prepare the carriage tonight."