Regarding Earl Onein's tea party, Alvin felt that it was enough to dress appropriately and there was no need to be too grand. Firstly, his current identity is just an ordinary painter; secondly, he doesn't want people to misunderstand how important he takes this tea party.
Onian is even more casual. Under a light orange wool shawl is a light white long skirt. Her fragrant shoulders and snowy neck, lotus-rooted arms and tender feet are all filled with freshness and comfort.
The two of them walked to the Earl of Oneyin's mansion. There were already many carriages parked outside the luxurious mansion. Alvin looked at the carriages for a moment and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Just like what the "nouveau riche" gang in Tyrell said, these so-called nobles don't have many gold coins in their pockets.
Looking at it, these carriages are luxurious and spacious in style, but few of them have been painted with new paint, and they are all mottled. Even the coachmen sitting there looked listless, as if they were worried about this month's salary, fearing that their masters would be too embarrassed to pay.
Alvin announced his name to the concierge, but did not mention that he was invited by Miss Feia. He didn't expect that the concierge had heard of him, and he was very surprised.
"It seems like that painting is really quite famous." Alvin sighed inwardly.
When the concierge heard that it was the popular mysterious painter, he mistakenly thought that Alvin was invited by the Earl, and hurried to the front hall to find the butler. He thought that since he was the count's distinguished guest, he was not qualified to chat here, so he had to be replaced by a butler.
"Oh, it's Mr. Alvin." Upon hearing the announcement from the concierge, the butler hurriedly ran out of the front hall, "You're just here for the tea party, right? Come on, come on, I'll guide you in."
The housekeeper was quite enthusiastic and led Alvin and Onian through the magnificent mansion and quickly walked from the front hall to the backyard garden.
During this period, Alvin still sighed with emotion at the luxurious furnishings of the Earl's Mansion. The walls made of Huishan jade, as well as the randomly pieced brown lines on the walls, are thick and full of magnificence; the flat floor tiles polished with mixed black sandstone are laid from the front hall to the backyard. Other people use this stone to make stone carvings, but in this Earl's Mansion, it can only be used to make floor tiles. All the details reflect the wealthy family background of the owner of this mansion.
"It seems that not all nobles are in despair. This Earl's family is in ruins." Alvin slandered.
The housekeeper led the two of them into the lively back garden, and they attracted a lot of attention.
"What a handsome pair of young people." Everyone sighed.
Handsome, I'm talking about this man, handsome Yao Qi, with sharp sword eyes and a hint of teasing or romantic smile at the corner of his mouth. It really made the girls present feel excited and excited. Some of them took one or two glances, but they still felt that it was not enough. They had to sneak another glance or two to be satisfied. Some even didn't care about tutoring at all. After being polite, his eyes were wide open. If his wrists had not been twisted or his toes stepped on by the elders on the side, he would probably have been reluctant to come back to his senses.
Pretty, I’m talking about this girl. She has a pretty face and an elegant face. Although she is covered by a magic water-brimmed hat, she can’t hide her fairy-like appearance at all. The various female relatives present, After this person appeared, just like the flowers on the brim of his hat, he was completely reduced to a foil. As for the men present, they have no master of their six souls.
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After watching for two or three times, he immediately took a look at the real owner and lost control of his own identity. It was okay for the single ones, but those who came with their wives and daughters were also so rude, which really helped this girl gain enough hatred.
"I didn't expect the spring in the north to be so 'warm'." Onian looked at the sunny garden, took a long breath, and fanned her cheeks while sighing. If you have been a princess of a country, you will naturally not care about the eyes of the people around you.
"Who says it isn't?" Alvin also complained, and then loosened the collar of his shirt, "You are still wearing a hat, but I was exposed to the sun all the way."
Count Aunein came to his senses the quickest. He hurried over to greet him and glanced at the housekeeper inquiringly, meaning to ask: "Who are these two?"
The butler was a little confused and looked at the count helplessly, as if saying, "Isn't this the guest you invited?"
After the master and servant stared at each other for a while, the housekeeper turned around in surprise and looked at Alvin and Onian.
At this time, the count's youngest daughter Fia saw this and ran over to the rescue.
"Father, they are the guests I invited." Feiya introduced to the earl with a smile, "Well, this is the 'Alvin Ferrer' you have always wanted to meet."
"Who is this...?" Feiya looked at Onian, then looked at Alvin, and asked casually.
"This is my wife." Alvin explained with a smile, his smile a little unnatural, which was obviously related to an "adventure" he had a few days ago.
Onian pursed her lips, pretending not to know anything.
Feiya looked at Onian's charming appearance at close range, and a trace of sadness flashed in her polite smile.
"So it's you." The Earl nervously interrupted the eye contact between the three of them, and shouted happily to Alvin, "That painting of yours is really a masterpiece."
As the Earl spoke, he held Alvin's hand enthusiastically, wishing he could break the other's arm.
"Thank you, thank you." Alvin smiled stiffly while trying to pull his hand out.
"What a beautiful couple," the count said with a sigh as he took a step back and looked at the young couple in front of him carefully. "Come on, let me introduce you to everyone." The Earl took Alvin's hand again and pulled him towards the crowd.
"Father, this is my guest, I should be the one to introduce him." Feiya stopped her father and muttered.
"Yes, I haven't asked you yet. Where did you meet Mr. Alwey? You invited me without even saying a word to me, father." The Earl said with a straight face, "We are not prepared at all. No. I have really spoiled you girls, and you don’t understand anything at all.”
"Oh." Feiya lowered her head, "I just want to give everyone a surprise."
"Ha, father is joking with you." The earl whispered into Feiya's ear, "You can invite 'this' to me, father will reward you well, but he can't let you two Sister knows..."
Fia laughed and nodded understandingly.
Alvin originally wanted to defend Fia, but saw that the father and daughter had reached a certain agreement.
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There was a tacit understanding and no more words were spoken.
Then Count Oneyin couldn't wait to lead the Alvins to the center of the garden. I saw him tapping the stem of the goblet with his silver fork, and with the sound of "ding, ding, ding", everyone gathered around. Everyone is curious as to who this pair of young people are.
Outside the crowd, Feiya looked at Alvin and Onian holding hands, puffed her lips, and sighed in her heart: "It turns out that I was just the luckiest woman that night."
"I believe everyone has heard that recently, a sacred painting appeared on the dome of St. Feather Cathedral." The count said loudly, "But what about the large group of priests from the Universal Church? Hey, just asking Without giving me a reason, people would prevaricate me by saying, 'He's a little-known young painter.'"
Everyone in the garden originally thought that the count was going to introduce the young couple who had just arrived, but unexpectedly they got involved with the painting in the St. Feather Church, and they were all a little confused.
"I believe everyone is full of curiosity about this mysterious painter, right?" the count asked with a smile, his eyes scanning the surrounding nobles.
This is true. Everyone in the garden has only heard of "Alvin Ferrer" temporarily, but has never seen him. It is impossible not to be curious.
"Next, let me introduce you ceremoniously," the Earl raised his voice, unable to restrain his excitement and his face flushed, "The person next to me is the famous Alvin Fey. Lie', and the stunningly beautiful lady next to him is his wife."
After listening to the count's introduction, the girls in the garden were both happy and sad.
For girls, a man with such appearance and bearing and such talent is naturally something to be happy about. Even Fia's two sisters, who were very capable of ridiculing in the church at that time, are now having their own wild ideas.
But where did his wife stand? She was so bright and charming, and had a noble temperament, which made the girls present feel ashamed. Even if I have other thoughts, I can't stop the feeling of shame that comes from deep in my heart.
For these noble men of all sizes in the garden, it was a relief. They thought the count was going to introduce some big shot, but it turned out to be just a "painter".
In their view, no matter what Alvin looks like, a painter will always be a painter and cannot change his lowly status of serving the nobles.
Then they couldn't help but feel sorry for Onian next to Alvin, and they all sighed in their hearts: "Why did such a beautiful woman fall in love with an unknown painter?"
Then, these aristocratic women themselves were wandering between feeling sorry for themselves and burning with jealousy. After thinking about it carefully, they also secretly arranged for Onian, "Although they look so charming, they are probably... My background is not good."
Alvin and Onianke are both smart people, and they can naturally feel the changes in the expressions of the people around them. The ambiguous contempt between those subtle expressions could not escape the eyes of these two people.
Alvin turned his face to look at Onian, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Onian also looked back at him, so calm that she had no scruples.
It turns out that there is a kind of self-confidence called forgetting honor and disgrace, and there is a kind of magnanimity called proud and arrogant. All kinds of shallow opinions are not worth mentioning in front of this.
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