Chapter 570: The prince is here, people who have met in time

The silence of the prom disappeared, and there was a slight uproar in surprise.
At the top dance party in Milan, Italy, everyone wondered if they were dazzled. At the edge of the hall, the band’s performance continued.
This song is still a waltz.
It is still incredible. The figure squandering gold drove the fiery red steel that amazed and shocked everyone and rushed to the ball venue in an impossible time.
Wearing a costume that looks more expensive and luxurious than any man, he walked straight into the center of the dance floor and raised his hands. The golden glass figure landed in front of him like an angel at the moment when the light and shadow were illusory.
Lumis was stunned, Visconti was stunned, even Mrs. Laila was slightly lost, all the ladies present were a little startled, and the ladies and ladies were even more surprised.
All of them stared straight at the slender figure in front of the young man, the elegant and fashionable high-heeled shoes, the exquisite and dazzling hair accessories on the side of her light blonde long hair, and everything in the venue. Female white lotus-like palace dresses with different golden glaze evening dresses,
All make them crazy with jealousy!
Including the gentleman's love, if these are on me...
This is probably the desire that all the women present can't help but spring up in their hearts.
However, these are just illusions, because in the middle of the dance floor, the figure has already bent down and decided his dance partner tonight.
The bright chandelier hanging down from the dome exudes a bright brilliance, and the whole hall is completely different from the yellow light of the kerosene lamp in the impression, like the daytime.
‘Wait for Sharon to help you change your clothes, remember to blindfold, there will be a surprise. ’
The scene in my memory is Ling, who thinks she is probably the most beautiful dress in the world, and doubts she is really qualified to wear it.
Seeing at this moment is not the ruins after the fire, not the remote villages, but one of the most prosperous cities in Italy, the splendid aristocratic ball in Milan,
At this moment, she wore the most exquisite dress and became the center of everyone’s attention in the top-most ball.
And no matter how ignorant she was, she knew that the young man who smiled at her and stretched out his hand could throw gold at will. There were so many people outside the manor who wanted to see him. Everyone in the room sought after him.
Ling had never thought of such a scene in her life before.
She hesitated and stretched out her hand carefully, letting Fang Ran hold the white lace glove in her hand.
Fang Ran looked at the jewel-inlaid hair accessories and light blonde hair pinned to a delicate and beautiful girl, her delicate shoulders and delicate and beautiful collarbone dazzling white under the light.
At this moment, he was a little bit cramped and nervous. In terms of how to make girls happy, his life was blank for twenty years, and his imagination could only make him think of such a way.
Tonight, he put on his best set of clothes, played in a way that was more anticipated than anyone else, and came to the center of the top ball in Milan, trying to give the girl in front of him the best he could.
"How is it, are you surprised, are you happy?"
Therefore, he could only ask Ling with a smile, blinking his eyes, and wondering if it worked.
In the halo of the chandelier, she looked at the young man in a handsome black suit in front of her, and watched him holding his arm around her waist. Ling pursed her lips, lowered her head in silence, and said in a low voice:
"Does it matter if I come here...I... can't dance..."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to dance, it doesn't matter if you feel uneasy,"
He took a deep breath and tried to keep a smile. Fang Ran smiled and said, hoping that this would make the girl feel at ease, and walked slowly, softly, surely.
"You can go anywhere with me in Ling."
The girl lowered her head and fell under the light golden hair, but she couldn't help feeling moist. The emotion in her throat made her speechless and nodded like a choked head.
Since childhood, except for parents,
No one has ever been so kind to her, no one has ever said such a thing to her.
"Ok..."
In the center of the dance floor, a young man in a dark and tall suit took the hand of a petite and slender girl and swayed her golden glaze skirt with dance steps.
At this moment, in the waltz's movement, they are still attracting all the attention of the audience like last time.
"Ling, what do you think of the restaurant next to it? How about I go there for dinner later?"
"Ok."
"By the way, let's go out tomorrow. There should be a lot of places left in Milan."
"Ok."
"It's boring to wait here for a while, how about going to Rome?"
"Ok..."
"Na Ling, do you feel happy?"
"Ok....."
...
Everyone’s gaze can’t help being attracted by the pair of men and women in the middle of the dance floor, and it’s not just the wealth of the two figures and the gorgeous clothes that attract them.
Instead, watching the bright look on the young man’s face under the light in the step by step dance that is not an outstanding standard, he kept talking with a chuckle, and the girl gently looked at the sight of him nodding quietly.
It makes them feel that there is something beyond words.
The movement of the waltz flows like water, reaching the end in the quaint orchestral instruments and the slightly jerky dance steps of the young girl. Near the end of the song, it is customary to have the most standard and beautiful pair of dance steps for the final ending.
But everyone in the field slowly stopped, leaving the last to the young couple in the center.
Under the halo of the chandelier, he glanced around, and Fang Ran smiled and sighed helplessly. Then, at the moment when Ling was slightly flustered, he got close to her body and hugged the girl's slender waist.
It wasn't the high-difficulty and gorgeous action of throwing and spinning like the last time, but instead of letting go, she simply hugged Ling at this age and whirled lightly, drawing the end for the first dance.
Gentle applause sounded in the ball hall. Whether it was the noble couple who had stopped, or everyone standing on the edge of the dance floor, they smiled and praised the pair of dance partners.
Of course, I don't know how many ladies are mixed with unwilling envy and jealousy.
Hearing that these are all the nobles who I dare not even think about applauding gently, Ling in the golden colored glass skirt tightened Fang Ran's sleeves a little harder.
To be honest, Fang Ran, who was also the first time experiencing this battle, was slightly relieved, and then watched Ling Xiaoxiao preparing to say hello to the prom host.
After all, this is an invitation from other people, so how should I express my gratitude? This is the most basic question of politeness.
However, looking at the posture around him, he may be a little troublesome before he sees the master of the dance, because even if the music will continue to be played, it is people’s freedom to dance on the dance floor.
And seeing the end of Fang Ran's dance, those gentlemen and ladies who are very interested in business investment cooperation and marriage engagements are ready to go.
Then at this moment...
Pop, pop, pop!
The crisp and loud applause sounded from the right direction!
For an instant, everyone including Fang Ran subconsciously looked in the direction of the applauding person, and then the moment after seeing the Marquise Laila respectfully following a figure with a coat of arms on her chest!
The pupils in Fang Ran's eyes shrank inconceivably, and all the nobles of the Kingdom of Italy were shocked!
"His Royal Highness!?"
A woman couldn't help but whispered after seeing the heraldic pattern. It was the highest noble title that only a king could overcome!
But what made Fang Ran's eyes magnified slightly was that he was in this time scene for the first time...
See people he has met except Ling! ! !
She is not wearing a large court dress like other noble women at the ball, but a simple white noble dress. The long platinum hair with jade headdresses shows all her luxury, which is more noble and gorgeous. It’s more like an awe-inspiring and beautiful temperament. The azure blue eyes make Fang Ran the first time in this era.
I feel that she is different from other people in her society who still held dance parties during the world war, and feels like... a real noble!
Unbelievable in my eyes, the seemingly transcendent woman in front of me,
It was exactly the same figure he saw in the eyes of the Night Crow after he fell to Volta that night in Oslo!
It’s just that this time she is wearing a white suit that is not the same with lace~EbookFREE.me~ It’s a beautiful dance. Mrs. Laila has already explained your situation to me."
The high-heeled leather boots stepped on the floor tiles, and the blue eyes of the ‘His Royal Highness’ looked at the youth and girl in front of them, nodded and spoke softly:
"On behalf of the Kingdom, I welcome your arrival, Mr. from the Far East."
I probably guessed that she was saying the welcome words at the opening, but Fang Ran just nodded slightly, being slightly vigilant without any extra attitude.
Even though the shock in his eyes was suppressed, one question after another in his heart kept pouring out, and Il's misty feeling that night attacked again.
Is she the woman that night?
Impossible, but now it is 1916, if that is the case, then she has lived longer than Ling! ?
Also talk about this scene...
It's not just me who came in...The most important question is...
For an instant, Fang Ran thought of many possibilities in his mind, without making any answer, he just stood there and looked at the woman who was the prince in front of him, and stretched out one hand to block the girl behind him.
Is she a participant now?
And seeing Fang Ran's delay in replying, facing a prince with such a rude and arrogant attitude, Mrs. Laila could no longer bear to say anything.
But before she could speak, she was stopped by the woman in front of her.
Glancing at all the nobles in the entire ball hall who bowed slightly to pay tribute to her, she nodded gently and said:
"Thank you for coming tonight, don't care about my existence, let the dance continue, and..."
The blue eyes that symbolized the blood of the nobles looked towards Fang Ran, and her voice sounded in the ball hall.
"I have something to talk to this gentleman from the Far East alone."
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