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Chapter 23: dance (1)

The square of Sanjie street is still filled with people. At six fifteen, a carriage dressed in fancy appeared in the crowd. The brown carriage was covered with colorful feathers, covering those exquisite carvings. The leather ceiling was decorated with a small copper crown, and the wheels were painted red. What's more funny is that the high horse of two chariots was tied with a long sharp angle of silk on the forehead. It seems that the owner, in order to make a big show in the carnival, transformed the carriage into a spiritual horse flying car driven by the great God in the myth. The coachman on the seat, with nothing on his upper body, only from his right shoulder to his waist, pulled a wide white cloth belt across his head and wore a laurel leaf crown. The temperature in the spring evening was very low, so that the coachman dressed as a God made his nose red with cold. Riddle saw Fulan at a glance. The two meter tall man was very conspicuous in the crowd. He waved and Han Fulan came. The carriage is spacious, paved with several layers of velvet, and even the seats are removed. Passengers can comfortably lie on the cushions, take out the best red wine from the small wine cabinet hanging on the inner wall, and enjoy it arbitrarily. Rich people usually classify the carriages and decorate them according to their purposes. This kind of vehicle is only suitable for short distance travel. The half lying position is absolutely a torture after a long journey. The noble youth was looking at Fulan, until he confirmed that there were no lice on him, and that even the fingernails were clean. "Civilians are rarely as clean as you are. To be honest, they are all pigs with stinking sweat." Fulan is disgusted by Riddle's tone. It's also a compliment to him, but Fulan prefers the less the compliment, the better. "Today, thanks to you, not only saved my life, but also let love come." Riddle found the topic, and he didn't have the experience of dealing with civilians. "She is a girl in the upper class of Tanding." "You must have spent a lot of time." "Of course, like Lugi Marvolo, the son of the Marquis family, he has the title of Baron himself." Riddle said the name of the competitor, "almost ahead of me. Ah, just think about the beauty of Naomi, and the minor injury in the afternoon is worth it." "It's not good before there's a real relationship." Fulan knows this guy and likes this topic. "That's to the point." Riddle shouted excitedly, "woman! Gorgeous gold diamonds, shining pearls! I can't take it lightly before it's really put in the collection box." "Baron Marvolo may not give up." "Yes, that's his virtue." Riddle was worried. "The Naomi family is rich, and it's useless to send jewelry and other things. It's more difficult to win her heart than to capture a blockhouse." "At the party, can you invite her to dance?" "She has promised to dance with me for the first time." "Then, don't do it." "What?" Liddell asked strangely, "this is a good opportunity to further consolidate the relationship." "No, no, a dance doesn't represent anything. To be honest, it's just that in the afternoon, your heroism and injury made the lady feel embarrassed to compensate." Fulan concluded, "once the dance is over, she will think that she has paid off and no longer owe you. Then, your position in her mind is at the same level as other people." Liddell frowned, "think about it carefully. It's really possible. Then what should I do?" "Let her continue to feel sorry, but don't overdo it. When she dances with others, you should gaze with sad eyes. Please note that you must let the lady notice this. She will always be curious, what's the matter with you? Why don't you comply with the agreement? She will be invited after half of the dance, but it is necessary to pretend that the injury has not yet recovered and endure the pain. In this way, it not only reflects your love, miss Naomi will feel more sorry for you when she comes to realize it. We all know that compassion and curiosity can let women take the initiative to approach you. " "Wonderful!" Riddle looked at Fulan with an incredible look, "with your face, you can understand women like this..." he seemed to think that his words were a little over, and he changed his words, "I'm sorry for my negligence, but I don't know what you're called." "Quasimodo." "Mr. Quasimodo, I'm Riedel Don Leuensman," said Riddle. "God, Reinschmann!" Fulan pretended to be shocked. "You heard about the family name?" "The most stupid people also know the glory of Lancaster." This respectful words make Riddle very comfortable. The more he looks at Fulan's ugly face, the more he loves it. "I'll give you ten golden Caesar every month, come and be my consultant." "Please forgive me, I'm very satisfied with my current job." The refusal made Riddle a little unhappy. At this time, the carriage stopped in front of a mansion. The young man's heart immediately put this little unhappiness behind him. He jumped out of the car, and the assistant in front of the house came to meet him. "Under leienshiman, the master has been waiting for you for a long time." the waiter looked at Fulan, "this is?" "Quasimodo, my companion." Riddle raised his voice, "he came down from my private carriage and walked close to me. You asked him for his identity with a skeptical tone?" "Sir!" the waiter was shaking. He didn't want to lose his job for such a small matter. "Please forgive me for my presumptuousness." The mansion has been for some years. The architectural style is still the ancient castle style. It is full of green and hairy climbing tigers in the middle of the enclosure. The iron gate is open. Many carriages have been parked in the front yard. It seems that many guests have arrived long ago. Walking on the marble Road, Riddle secretly said to Fulan, "this is the property of the Count of Trafalgar. Although the Count has moved to the Imperial City, he still left the old house, and his nephew just came to Fedu to participate in the carnival." "Isn't there a carnival in tandin?" "How to say, in tanting, there are a group of masters in charge, or come to Fedu freely." Riddle suddenly lowered his voice, "the ball seems to start." "Don't forget my words." Riddle immediately slowed down. In order to be realistic, he took out a make-up box and applied some white powder to his face. "If it's done, I won't treat you badly," he said. Fulan slowly followed Riddle's back and gave a playboy advice on how to pursue a girl. Two years ago, he couldn't do it. "I am also gradually changing. Maybe, this is the degradation," Fulan thought. The fury of revenge makes the mind a pile of ruins. On the ruins, what will rise again will be the temple or the devil's palace, only time can prove. As much as Fulan could, he chose the former. In the hall, the light waltz is playing a romantic movement, and the ceiling chandelier on the ceiling is covered with a translucent color cover, making the indoor atmosphere hazy and ambiguous. There is a row of dining tables on the left, filled with snacks made of honey and delicate food. The participants in the party are young people in their early twenty years. For them, food is far less important than the girl in front of them. Naomi was chatting with several pursuers, but she was absent-minded and looked around from time to time. When she saw Riddle coming in, she tilted her head lovingly towards him, indicating that "I still have the first dance." Everything went according to plan. By the end of the party, the girl had been giggling in Riddle's arms. Fulan sat in the corner and calmly watched the noble boys' frolic. No one would pay attention to such little people. If someone accidentally looks at the corner, he will tremble and find how cold and sharp his eyes are in the shadow. That's how the executioner looks at the death row and the judge looks at the convicted prisoner.