Chapter 536: So you are Zellman

Chapter 536 So you are Zellman
British Empire, at five o'clock in the evening, Earl William House.
Located in the Earl’s mansion on the outskirts of the Port of London, there is an unprecedented grand noble dinner tonight.
It is said that not only many famous nobles but also members of the royal family will be invited to the scene this time.
The original intention of the dinner was to celebrate Earl William's re-election as a member of the House of Lords.
At this time, in the back garden of the mansion, goldfish were raised in the circular pool, and the evergreen shrubs were neatly trimmed into criss-cross patterns.
Beside the undulating steps, there are beautifully built statues of the twelve constellations.
As the second son of Earl William's family, Feng Yi did not go to the front hall of the mansion to entertain guests, but hid in the back garden.
He leaned against the Roman pillar next to the statue, played with the pocket watch in his hand twice, and looked up at the man on the steps, "I haven't seen Childman himself. I heard that he never attended this kind of dinner, so you are so sure of him. Will you come over tonight?"
Shang Yu is wearing a very formal black suit with a dark gold and black bow tie at the neckline, and half of his shirt sleeves and canary cufflinks are exposed on his wrists.
The cufflinks and bow ties are all dark gold backgrounds, and they are also color embellishments that complement each other on men.
He bowed his head and closed his sleeves, his thin lips slightly sideways, "He will come."
Feng Yi raised his eyebrows somewhat unexpectedly, "Listening to you, I seem to know him well."
Shang Yu's movement of finishing his cuffs paused very delicately, tilted his head to look at Feng Yi, and raised the corners of his lips meaningfully.
With half a cigarette, Feng Yi stepped from the statue to the man's side, "My younger brothers and sisters have really returned to China?"
"Ok."
Feng Yi frowned, "Are you not afraid that she will sneak back with Tan Sri?"
Shao Yan didn't want Li Qiao to have any contact with the Zellman family. This matter was implicitly expressed when he came to the British Emperor.
The man glanced at the cufflinks on his wrists, then raised his head and looked forward, "No, if Tan Sri enters the mirror again, the General Administration of Customs will notify me."
Feng Yi pressed the corner of his mouth and nodded clearly.
Then the two walked down the steps side by side. After a few seconds, Feng Yi stood still abruptly, with a little disbelief in his eyes, "You are in the General Administration of Customs... also have contacts?"
Shang Yu glanced at him with leftover light, the outline contained a somewhat lazy and casual, "Weird?"
Feng Yi squinted his eyes, looking at the figure of the man walking down the steps, and suddenly felt that if one day he became a member of the British emperor's royal family, it seemed not unacceptable.
After all, Nanyang Shang was very unfathomable.
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Western aristocratic dinners are always unprecedented.
Tonight's Earl William's Mansion includes almost half of the noble members of the British Empire.
After all, Earl William re-entered the House of Lords, and from a political point of view, it was enough for many nobles to come to join in.
After years of development, the aristocratic honor of the British emperor is no longer as honorable and glorious as in the last century.
In recent years, the royal family has exploited the rights of nobles.
The dinner was arranged in the most luxurious William Dam Hall of the mansion. Women wore gorgeous gowns and crowns to show their identity. Men were mostly in straight suits or tuxedos. Gentleman culture has always been a personal symbol of nobility.
It can be said that this is a vanity fair where wealth and celebrities gather.
There is still half an hour for the dinner to start. The lights in the mansion have long been bright, and the 60-year-old Earl William, wearing the most orthodox tuxedo, stood by the fountain and talked about state affairs with his staff.
Suddenly, the butler came to his ear and whispered a few words, a bit of joy on his wrinkled face.
Earl William hurriedly said something to be unaccompanied, and hurriedly followed the butler to the main entrance of the mansion. His figure was still anxious, and he could be heard from a distance: "Really Prince Wu Lu is here?"
...
On the other side, the courtyard of William Church.
In front of the brown steeple church lawn, Shang Yu stood with his back to the entrance with his hand.
Around the church stood a lot of noble Cavaliers of the William family, each with solemn expressions and six directions.
Within a few minutes, there was a steady and rhythmic sound of footsteps from the lawn wall in the back garden.
Two rows of royal knights cleared the way neatly in front. The man walking in the middle, wearing an expensive gentleman's grey check suit and white gloves on his left hand, walked towards the church lawn unhurriedly.
The distance was shortening, and when the surrounding noble knights saw the Royal Knights and the Red Riding Hood medal on the opponent's chest, they instantly bent over and saluted, "Duke."
This person, the Duke of the British Emperor Childman, who succeeded to the throne three years ago, has his ancestral surname Xiao.
When the royal knight stood still, Shang Yu also slowly turned around in front of the church.
The two men stood in the courtyard of the grand church, their eyes facing each other.
Duke Childman has a gentle temperament, and he does not look like Shang Yu's sharp edges and corners, and his thin lips have a smile all the year round, giving people a gentle feeling like a spring breeze.
But if you look closely, you can find that his eyes are not smiling, cold and cold.
"long time no see."
Duke Childman took the lead to speak, with one hand on his abdomen, and his every move described the gentleman and grace of the noble man.
Shang Yu raised his eyebrows sternly, with one hand in his pocket, arrogant and cold, "it's been a long time indeed."
The smile on the corner of the other party's lips deepened, and his voice was as soft as water, "It looks like you are sure I will come over tonight?"
The man's eyes were deep, his thin lips raised a mocking smile, "She is not here, you have no reason not to come."
"That's right." Duke Childman looked down slightly, and walked forward in a leisurely manner. "Although we have different wills, we still have a tacit agreement on this matter."
Shang Yu curled his thin lips, his eyes were sharp, but he hadn't spoken yet, behind the lawn wall beside them, there was an extremely clear footstep.
All the knights made a defensive posture instantly.
Under the dim sky, only the glazed lights around the courtyard made people see how stiff the figure in the black fringed skirt was.
She stood alone by the lawn wall, holding a champagne glass in her hand, and a black veil on her face. Only the deer eyes that were exposed were ridiculously stuck on Duke Childman's body.
The wind blew and moved her veil.
However, Shang Yu's pupils shrank to the extreme, and even his handsome face, who had always been happy and angry, suddenly changed.
Not only him, but even Duke Zellman suddenly grabbed his palm and looked at Shang Yu gloomily, but at the moment he saw him more shocked and terrified than himself, something suddenly collapsed in his heart.
Li Qiao's appearance here exceeded everyone's expectations.
She walked forward step by step, her steps in a mess without knowing it.
Accompanied by the clicking sound, the champagne glass in her hand shattered, and the wine mixed with blood stains dripped into the lawn, but the fragments were held by her without loosening it.
Li Qiao walked in front of Duke Childman, a few steps away, as if stepping across thousands of rivers and mountains.
(End of this chapter)