As the lyrical classical piano music slowly ended, the people on the dance floor took a break.
Sabrina also seemed to have received an alarm. She quickly wiped the residue on her mouth, stood up in a hurry, lifted up her skirt and performed ladylike etiquette to Bonaparte: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bonaparte, it was a pleasure chatting with you. But I have to go, my father will teach me a lesson if he catches me stealing food."
She hurriedly dragged the tail of her skirt, like a graceful mermaid swimming back into the noble sea, leaving only a beautiful fragrance in the air.
...It may not be that beautiful, but it can be beautified through Bonaparte's filter.
Before Bonaparte lowered his raised hand, he was a little distracted, and then an unusually harsh voice came from behind:
"Oh, listen to those silly words you just said, the sea, the cave, my silly boy, you really have no talent at all to coax women. You should be allowed to spend less time wallowing in books and more time to see the world. "
Without looking back, Bonaparte also knew who had hooked his arm around his neck to tease him. He continued to cut the pan-fried steak calmly, even though the steak was already cut into thin pieces by him.
"Okay, Kane, I'm not here to pick up girls."
"What do you mean by picking up girls? That's the little daughter of the Vesta family. If you can be with her, you won't have to worry about food and clothing in this life."
The handsome young man with chestnut hair sat in Sabrina's seat just now, holding the cup in his hand and shaking it gently, with a frivolous smile on his lips, looking like a second-generation libertine.
It's a pity that he is also a down-and-out second generation, and he can barely get along with Bonaparte. He also pulled Bonaparte to this dinner to embolden him, but Kane is surprisingly comfortable in such an occasion, and there is no need for it at all. Bonaparte encouraged him.
"Do you know her?" Bonaparte took a bite of steak and chewed it slowly.
He still couldn't help but glance at the girl's slender back, and saw Sabrina greeting everyone appropriately in the crowd, with a very skillful and elegant expression, which was very different from her appearance here.
And a middle-aged aristocratic man in a floral-collared tights and platinum curly hair stood next to her, smiling very stereotypically. The not-so-sincere smile lingered on his lips and fit the current atmosphere. Sabrina was beside him. The little bird entertains guests in a loving way.
Sure enough, you just came here to be lazy, it was quite hard work.
"Nonsense, I told you I know everything. Besides, she is not unknown. If you stay with her, your military career after graduation will save you all the detours."
Kane squinted at the noise not far away, his slender eyes like a fox looking at a mouse hole.
Bonaparte was slightly speechless. When will this Riddler be able to speak normally:
"What is your identity?"
"Everyone who understands understands. Even if you don't understand, you don't understand. Okay, okay, don't look at me like that. General Vesta is her grandfather, the leader of the Eastern Front, and he fought fiercely with the British warships at sea. , if you want to be an admiral in the future."
Kane took out a silver coin from his pocket and fiddled with it between his fingers, "I suggest you go strike up a conversation with a dance partner and expand your social network instead of sitting here eating fruit, otherwise it will be in vain. "
Bonaparte rolled his eyes at him, "Then why do you think I'm here?"
"For your dear brother, Your Excellency Bonaparte, I am doing this for your own good. Your language art is really intolerable to me. You should talk to the delicate swan just now about history and art. Ko Naiyi's "Xi" "De", Racine's "Andromache", if not possible, I can also talk about Haydn, Mozart, and the roses in her back garden."
Kane talked eloquently, and it was obvious that he was familiar with topics such as how to chat with noble ladies and had countless experiences.
Bonaparte frowned slightly, "Classicism is rigid and outdated. This era needs more critical art. Besides, she likes to hear me talk about the sea."
"Oh please, my brother... you are really hopeless." Kane slapped his forehead, "Could it be that the majestic sea color of Kogasi Island can make her and you willing to dance with you in the middle of the crowd? "
Bonaparte said nothing, just picked up the wine glass and shook it gently.
Through the translucent wine, the light is deflected and reflects the bustling ballroom behind into the oval wine glass, as if every prosperity is put into the wine glass. This reminds Bonaparte of his time in Ajaccio. It had been so lively, but only with the anti-French liberation organizations.
And now when he looked at the current scene, he only smelled the rancid odor that was unbearable, and he had to accept the fact that he was French. It was really a contradictory experience. Maybe he would never be able to forgive his father in this life, but he could not deny it either. , it was his father's clear understanding of the situation that enabled Bonaparte himself to study at Buriena at public expense.
Kane shook his head helplessly, leaned over and whispered in Bonaparte's ear:
"It's up to you. Did you see that sexy girl in the black dress?"
"who?"
"Carmilla, the nightingale of the Liszt family, Sabrina's best friend, her singing voice can impress the Sirens and wake up the sleeping Endymion."
"ha?"
"You just lack humor. You should really ask a famous Austrian internal medicine doctor to look at your brain and hope that a panacea can cure your emotional intelligence."
Kane slapped Bonaparte on the shoulder dissatisfied.
"What does this have to do with Austria? No, I mean, where is your dance partner just now?" Bonaparte could not connect to the playboy's brain circuit.
"You mean Patrice? That's just social etiquette. Let's be honest, she's not my type. Oh, you may not understand. You can't even find a dance partner." Kane glanced at the person who was twirling with him on the dance floor just now. The girl was already talking to another tall man, and was made to laugh from time to time.
"Stop making fun of me."
"Look, how do I win over Miss Camilla and hug each other on the next dance floor? Maybe tonight will be even more wonderful. Learn from me, man, I don't want you to be alone in the middle of the night. If you go back lonely, I will laugh at you all your life. You have grown up and are not a child who goes home for late-night snacks."
Kane was full of confidence, straightened his collar, patted the non-existent dust on his cufflinks, and walked slowly away.
Bonaparte saw him going to the center of the crowd. Kane seemed to want to show him how to communicate at a noble banquet, although such communication was completely different from Bonaparte's imagination.
Kane separated from the crowd and walked to his target, Miss Camilla. He first listened to the conversations between the men around her and her for a while, focusing on Queen Mary, who liked luxury and enjoyment, and spent the national finance on clothing, jewelry, and villa dances. Mrs. Deficit on.
