Chapter 568 Italian Language Teaching and Invitation to the Noble Ball

Milan, Via Montenapoleone.

The incident that happened two days ago shocked everyone in the neighborhood to learn that the 'Victoria', which was only open for aristocratic ladies on this most luxurious street in Italy, had changed its owner.

It is said that a noble king from the Far East spent a lot of money to buy the store. It became the talk of many people after drinking.

However, in fact, in the store named after the queen of that country's most prosperous era, apart from replacing the supervisor, everything continued as usual, except...

Upstairs in the hall, where luxurious and expensive jewelry and dresses with noble and complicated patterns are sold, the entire room that was originally used as a temporary resting place by the previous owner has been completely used by young people and girls as bedrooms.

Although there is a beautiful manor in the suburbs, in fact, after only staying for one night, he realized clearly...

Living in such a big place with only two people is really troublesome.

Why did he think that in a prosperous area like Via Montenapoleone, it would be more convenient to just go downstairs and walk around in the busiest city center of Milan, so he only took Sharon and a servant to hand over the manor. Housekeeping.

This may be the difference between the concepts of villas and apartments between nobles and ordinary people.

Under the clear blue sky that had not seen waves for two days, a girl wearing a black and white Gothic skirt strolled through the streets of Milan a hundred years ago. The cowhide short boots under black stockings followed him step by step through the sewer entrance. When the steaming stone brick streets are

Fangran had simply decided in his mind to treat the manor and the store as fixed assets.

At this moment, in the room on the top floor of Victoria,

The young men and girls who had visited almost all the interesting places around them were sitting at the classical office desks. They were surrounded by various handicrafts and decorations that they bought casually when they saw them. Sharon smiled. They served Darjeeling tea.

Don’t forget, this is the world a hundred years ago,

However, although there is no Internet for convenient entertainment, Fangran does not feel bored because he found a new and interesting thing yesterday.

"Seven...it...oh? Qiao?"

Wearing a pure white shirt and a flat suit vest, Fangran looked a little bit like an aristocrat of this era. He spoke out the pronunciation with difficulty and hesitation, and then looked at the word 'ciao' written by Ling on the paper in front of him with a look on his face. The scumbag is confused and confused.

The girl sitting opposite him with long sleeves and soft white shoulders nodded to him, and then sorted out her words a little. Ling, who was not very clear about the meaning of the words, explained with some uncertainty:

"It means hello...it can be used when meeting or seeing each other, but it can only be used with familiar people..."

"Does that mean hello and goodbye..."

As a poor student who started learning Italian without even understanding English, Fangran reluctantly understood that this word has two completely opposite meanings. He felt a little stunned and felt ashamed.

Um... By the way, have I heard this word in any hot-blooded comic...

Yes, this is what Fangran came up with when he was bored in his spare time.

Learning Italian with Ling,

only...

"Fangran?"

"Ah, it's okay, it's my turn, right... Well, Ling, just say it this time..."

When the young girl with light blond hair in front of her called her name, Fangran, who was pretending to think, looked at her, then took out his mobile phone that couldn't connect to the Internet and turned on the camera. He suddenly blinked and said:

"Ling, tell me to try Oni-chan once."

Click,

REC, ding.....

She was slightly stunned. In the past two days, she had become accustomed to the other party taking out a machine and pointing it at her from time to time, smiling and saying, "Eggplant~". Ling played with the cuffs of her long sleeves and looked up at Fang Ran, then she was clear and frail. The voice tried to test carefully and said:

"Onii...chan?"

boom!

Looking at Ling in front of her with delicate white shoulders that make people want to hug her tightly, and a delicate and beautiful face in her youth,

The moment I said this word to myself with an innocent look on my face...

Fangran felt as if his heart had been shot. Nuojia slipped and fell to the ground, and his whole body froze directly on the chair. He couldn't help but make some kind of terrible crazy sound in his mind.

"Onii-chan...what does this mean?"

Curiosity filled her light golden pupils, and the girl's crisp voice rang in her ears. She looked at Ling, who was facing him and called "Oni-chan" and asked what she meant. Fangran was stunned and felt his head Puff, steam comes out!

"This, this, this... the meaning of this word is... well, it is a dialect used to address and greet people. Yes, it can only be used with familiar people..."

The old man's face was slightly red, and he forced a smile while scratching his cheeks and forehead with his fingertips. He stuttered and tried to explain. He turned his head away and looked away. At the same time, he picked up the black tea on the table to cover up and tried hard to brainwash himself.

I didn't lie, didn't lie, didn't lie, didn't lie...

"Onii-chan..."

Ling thought the pronunciation was a little strange and repeated it. She looked at Fangran with big light golden eyes and repeated it again for confirmation.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough... cough cough!"

He never expected that a day would come when Ling would call herself 'Oni-chan' in an innocent and clear voice. Fangran was caught off guard and spit out a sip of black tea.

No... not anymore! The Queen said this word is too lethal!

However, it feels good to have Her Majesty the Queen say such words... Guhehehe~~

"Ahem..."

Finally, he coughed twice quickly to get rid of some crooked thoughts he had. Fangran, who was serious about talking nonsense, hid the embarrassment and heat on his face, looked serious and coughed lightly:

"Okay, okay, that's it for today..."

"Aren't you going to teach me?"

The girl's crisp question instantly made a guy with evil thoughts feel full of guilt.

Are you not going to teach me any other names?

"Next time...next time...next time..."

After thinking of a sentence that seemed to have gone astray, Fangran hurriedly turned away his eyes and smiled awkwardly, but in his mind, Ling of this age unconsciously called him in a simple and clear voice...

"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you, but here are things from Mrs. Leila."

But at this moment, a knock on the door interrupted the picture in Fangran's mind. Sharon, wearing a maid outfit, walked in and handed over an envelope with a seal on wax.

"Didn't I say I won't see anyone?"

He was slightly stunned, and the look of getting along with Ling slowly disappeared from his face. Fangran looked at the classic European envelope on the table, frowned slightly and said strangely.

You can imagine how many troublesome guys will come to visit you after throwing away so much gold. Perhaps this is a rare opportunity for others who want to enter the Milan aristocratic circle to expand their network.

But Fangran, who only felt it was troublesome, turned away all visitors, so until now, no noble or wealthy businessman in Milan had met the legendary prince from the Far East.

After briefly asking Sharon, Ling looked at Fangran with her big light golden eyes and explained:

"Sharon said it was an invitation to the... ball of the most prestigious Marchioness in Milan."

"Prom...?"

Fangran's expression was slightly startled. Looking at the envelope with a seal on the red wax in his hand, he seemed to suddenly remember something.

Then he stood up and walked to the bookshelf, took out a silver letter opener, and opened the envelope. Inside was a gold-rimmed invitation with curly letters.

"A ball held by European nobles..."

Fangran looked at the invitation in his hand and murmured in a low voice. He suddenly thought of something, and then suddenly felt a tug. He subconsciously turned around and lowered his head. What he saw was the girl who had come behind him, tugging at the corner of his clothes.

Like a child looking at an adult who is about to go out, the delicate and delicate Ling raised her delicate face and looked at Fangran with her big light golden eyes.

"Are you going to the dance?"

Fangran scratched his head with the invitation in his hand, and smiled and nodded, not knowing how to explain it to her:

"Well, there are some reasons, so I plan to go there..."

"Sharon, help me prepare the carriage for tonight."