Chapter 570 The Prince Is Here, the People I Have Seen in Time

The silence of the dance disappeared, and there was a slight uproar and surprise.

At the top-level dance party in Milan, Italy, everyone was wondering if they were dazzled. At the edge of the hall, the band continued to play,

This song is still a waltz.

It is still unbelievable that the figure who squandered gold drove the fiery red steel that amazed and shocked everyone, and arrived at the ball venue in an impossible time.

Wearing an outfit that looked more expensive and luxurious than any other man's, he walked straight into the center of the dance floor and raised his hands. The figure with golden colored glaze landed in front of him like an angel at the moment when the light and shadow were illusory.

Loomis was stunned, Visconti was stunned, and even Mrs. Laila was slightly absent-minded. All the ladies present were a little dazed, and the ladies and ladies were even more in a daze.

All of them looked straight at the slender figure in front of the young man, the elegant and fashionable high-heeled shoes, the exquisite and bright hair accessories pinned to one side of her long light golden hair, and all the other people in the venue. Women’s white lotus-like palace dresses, different golden glazed evening dresses,

Everything makes them go crazy with jealousy!

Including that gentleman's love, if these were in me...

This is probably the desire that all the women present can’t help but feel in their hearts.

However, these are just illusions, because in the middle of the dance floor, the figure has already bent down and decided on his dance partner tonight.

The bright chandelier hanging from the dome exudes a bright light, making the entire hall look like daytime. It is completely different from the yellowish light of the kerosene lamp in my impression.

‘When Sharon helps you change clothes, remember to cover your eyes, there will be a surprise. ’

The scene in her memory was that she thought it was probably the most beautiful dress in the world. Ling wondered if she was really qualified to wear it.

What I see in front of me at this moment is not the ruins after the fire, not a remote village, but the splendid aristocratic ball in Milan, one of the most prosperous cities in Italy.

At this moment, she was wearing the most exquisite dress and became the center of everyone's attention in the top-level ball.

And no matter how ignorant she was, she knew that the young man in front of her who smiled at her and stretched out his hand was someone who could throw gold at will, who had countless people lining up outside the manor to see him, and who was sought after by everyone present.

Ling had never thought of such a scene in her previous life.

She hesitantly and carefully stretched out her hand, letting Fangran hold the white lace gloves in her hand.

Fangran looked at the delicate and beautiful girl with gem-encrusted hair accessories and light blond hair pinned up. Her slender shoulders and delicate and beautiful collarbones dazzled with snow-white under the light.

At this moment, Fangran felt a little embarrassed and nervous. He had been blank in his twenty years of life when it came to how to make girls happy, so his imagination could only allow him to think of such a way.

Tonight, he put on his best suit, appeared in a way that attracted more attention than anyone else, and came to the center of the ball on the top floor of Milan. He wanted to give the best to the girl in front of him with what he could do.

"How's it going? Are you surprised or happy?"

So he could only ask Ling with a smile and blinking his eyes in his usual non-serious tone. He didn't know if what he was doing was effective.

In the halo of the chandelier, she looked at the handsome young man in a black suit in front of her. Seeing him holding his hands around her waist, Ling pursed her lips, lowered her head in silence and whispered:

"It doesn't matter if I come here...I...can't dance..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you can't dance, it doesn't matter if you feel insecure,"

Taking a deep breath, trying hard to keep a smile, Fangran smiled and said, hoping this would make the girl feel at ease. He stepped forward gently and spoke in a soft tone of assurance.

"With me here, you can go anywhere."

The girl lowered her head, but she couldn't help but feel wet under her light blond hair. A certain emotion in her throat made her speechless and she could only nod with a choked look.

Growing up, except for my parents,

No one had ever been so kind to her, no one had ever said such things to her.

"Um..."

In the center of the dance floor, a young man in a dark, straight suit held the hand of a petite and slender girl, swinging her golden glazed skirt with dance steps.

At this moment, in the waltz movement, they still attracted the attention of everyone present just like last time.

"Ling, what do you think of the restaurant next door? How about I go there for dinner later?"

"Um."

"That's right, let's go out and play tomorrow. There should be a lot of places we haven't visited in Milan."

"Um."

"It's boring to wait here for a while. How about we go to Rome?"

"Um..."

"So Ling, do you feel happy?"

"Um....."

...

Everyone's eyes could not help but be attracted to the man and woman in the center of the dance floor, and what attracted them was not only the wealth owned by the two figures and the gorgeous and upright clothes on their bodies,

Instead, she looked at the bright look on the young man's face under the light, smiling softly and saying something while dancing step by step, which was not an outstanding standard. The girl looked at him and nodded quietly,

Let them feel that there is something that is beyond words.

The movement of the waltz flows like water, and comes to an end amidst the antique orchestral instruments and the slightly jerky dance steps of young girls. Near the end of the piece, as usual, the couple with the most standard and beautiful dance steps should complete the finale.

But everyone in the field slowly stopped, leaving the last to the young couple in the center.

Under the halo of the chandelier, Fangran glanced around, smiled helplessly and sighed softly, and then at the moment when Ling was slightly panicked, he got close to her body and hugged the girl's slender waist,

It was not a difficult and gorgeous move like the last time, but Fangran didn't let go and simply held Ling at this age and spun lightly, ending 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 all praised the dance partners with smiles on their faces.

Of course, there is no telling how many ladies and ladies are filled with unwilling envy and jealousy.

Listening to the gentle applause of these aristocratic figures, whom she could not even imagine, Ling, who was wearing a golden glazed skirt, grabbed Fangran's sleeves with some force.

To be honest, Fangran, who was also experiencing this battle for the first time, breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and was about to say hello to the dance host.

After all, this is an invitation to him, so he should express his gratitude anyway. This is the most basic courtesy.

However, looking at the postures around him, Fangran estimated that there might be some trouble before he saw the owner of the dance, because even though the music would continue to play, people were free to walk onto the dance floor and dance.

After seeing Fangran's dance come to an end, the gentlemen and ladies who were interested in business investment cooperation and engagements were ready to go.

And then at this moment...

Snap, snap, snap!

Crisp and loud applause sounded from the direction of the main position!

For a moment, everyone including Fangran subconsciously looked in the direction of the person applauding, and then the moment they saw Marquise Laila respectfully following a figure with a coat of arms on her chest!

The pupils in Fangran's eyes shrank in disbelief, and all the nobles of the Italian Kingdom burst out in surprise!

"Your Highness the Prince!?"

A woman couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the heraldic pattern. It was the highest noble title that only the king could surpass!

But what made Fangran's eyes slightly dilate was that for the first time in this time scene...

Meet everyone he has met except Ling! ! !

She was not wearing the same big court dress as other aristocratic women at the ball, but a simple hanging aristocratic white dress. Her long platinum hair tied with an emerald headdress showed all her splendor. It was more like a majestic and beautiful temperament, and her eyes were as blue as the sky, which made Fangran feel for the first time in this era.

I feel that she is different from other people who still hold dance parties and enjoy themselves in their own society during the world war. She feels like...a real aristocrat!

His eyes were filled with disbelief. The woman in front of him seemed to have a transcendent status.

It was exactly the same as the figure he saw in Night Crow's eyes after he shot down Volta that night in Oslo!

Only this time she wasn't wearing the white suit with lace.

"What a beautiful dance. Lady Leila has explained your situation to me,"

High-heeled leather boots stepped on the floor tiles. His blue eyes looked at the young man and girl in front of him, and he nodded and spoke softly:

"On behalf of the kingdom, I welcome you, sir from the Far East."

He probably guessed that she was saying the opening words of welcome, but Fangran just nodded slightly, slightly alert but without any unnecessary attitude.

Even though the shock in his eyes was suppressed, one question after another kept pouring out of his mind, and the foggy feeling that I felt that night invaded him again.

Was she the woman that night?

Impossible, if she is like 1 now, then she has lived longer than Ling! ?

Also talking about this scene...

You are not the only one coming in...the most important question is...

For a moment, Fangran thought of many possibilities in his mind, but without making any answer, he just stood there and looked at the woman who was the prince in front of him, and stretched out his hand to block the girl behind him.

Is she a participant now?

Seeing that Fangran didn't reply for a long time and had such a rude and arrogant attitude towards a prince, Mrs. Laila couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to say something.

But before she could speak, she was stopped by the woman in front of her.

After taking a look at all the nobles in the entire ball hall who were bowing slightly to her, she nodded slightly and said:

"Thank you for coming tonight, don't worry about my presence, let the dance go on, and..."

The blue eyes that symbolized noble blood looked at Fangran, and her voice rang in the ball hall.

"I have something I want to talk to this gentleman from the Far East alone."

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