man, he looks ugly

Running from the stuffy room to the garden, I was finally able to take a good breath. The hard-soled leather shoes made it hard for my feet used to walking in soft ballet shoes. After finding a solid marble pillar near the corridor, I decided to rely on it. After resting on it for a while, he slowly closed the folding fan and pinched it in the palm of his hand.

Because I walked too quickly, I was sweating all over my body. A gust of night wind blew by, and those tiny beads of sweat gradually cooled down. I regretted that I didn't bring a shawl out.Rather than go back to that room, share the same room and even talk with the murderer, I would rather stay in the garden and enjoy the cool breeze.

There are many roses planted in the garden, all of which are expensive and complicated double-petal roses. The pure white flowers are inlaid in the emerald green walls, and the oval plants grow overwhelmingly here, climbing on the railings, window sills, stone pillars, and flower beds; Even the pollen of rose flowers floats in the air.It was evident that this Mrs. Perry had hired a very good gardener.

Unknown bugs lurking in the rose bushes screaming, violin music coming from the warm yellow window, leather shoes tapping on the floor with the dance music, wait, what is that sound?Sounds like the panting of a mother cat giving birth, and the screeching of tulle?

Uncontrollable curiosity prompted me to walk towards the sound, but in just a few steps, more and more subtle and secret movements came out, which made me realize something in a trance, and hurriedly turned and left, but I didn't want the lace on the skirt to be overrun In order to escape as soon as possible, I could only quickly drag the corner of the skirt and run towards the room.

But the sound of violent shaking and friction of plants coming from behind was enough to make people tremble with fear.I hope the couple behind the flower bed will take it as the sound of the night wind blowing.

When I ran to the ballroom in a panic, the musicians just happened to play the waltz. The ladies and gentlemen present were invited to the center of the crowd and waltzed.

"Miss Geary, do I have the honor to invite you to dance?" Earl Perry came to me at some point and bowed to me with a smile.

I desperately wanted to reject him in my mind, but I couldn't make any sound from my throat, I could only stare at him with staring eyes.

But this self-righteous flirt obviously took my silence for shyness, and he stepped forward and dragged me into the middle of the dance floor.

"Miss Geary, please forgive me, you seem to be unhappy today." Earl Perry smiled lightly, and frivolously squeezed the hand holding my finger.

"Why do you say that, sir." When answering, I can clearly feel my fingers trembling. In order to make my hoarse voice less harsh, most of the time, when talking to outsiders, I will lower my voice to almost all airflow Sound, it feels like the breath of a ghost in a horror movie.

Sure enough, after hearing my weird voice, this man could hardly hide the astonishment and rejection on his face, he was taken aback for a moment before he unnaturally opened his mouth to make up.

"Look at how reckless I am. It's really rude to let a girl who is unwell to perfunctory me." He forced a smile to himself, and stopped bringing up the topic for me to answer.

When he was dancing, his eyes were looking around, which fully showed the half-heartedness of this man. His interest was too obvious, and the dance scene was his hunting ground.

I have to say that when a dance was over, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

I couldn't restrain my trembling body even if I stayed with this terrifying man for a second.

Just when I decided to look for Christine and hope to leave with her, a strange man stood in front of me.

This middle-aged man is no different from the other nobles present. If he had to be said to be different, it would be the healthy brown on his face blown by the sea breeze and the blush on his cheeks, as well as his pair of eagle eyes. With piercing sea-blue eyes, his complexion and imposing manner were incompatible with the pampered pale aristocrats of Parisian high society.

"Miss, I don't seem to have seen you." He asked with a malicious smile.

The opening sequence is also rather crude.

Thinking of Mrs. Geary and Mrs. Olan's repeated exhortations when I came, I decided to play the image of a taciturn lady to the end, so I just curtseyed and did not answer.

"May I have the honor to ask you to dance?" He held out his hand gracefully.

Oh damn throat, I can't say no at all.

When pulled onto the dance floor again.

The man whispered in my ear with the help of the music and the crowd.

"Miss, I know you are very reluctant to dance with me, but since you just put me in an embarrassing situation, I am determined to repay your 'kindness'."

He is the man who just had an affair with someone in the garden!He actually has the face to speak out!

Shocked, I took the wrong step and stepped on his foot.

"You may be surprised why I found you so quickly among so many ladies at the scene. When I was immersed in the warm and fragrant nephrite, your disturbing sound made me quickly alert. The strange thing is that despite the shaking Branches, but did not hear the footsteps when they fled in a panic. Which lady or gentleman can do this? In such a panic? When I went back to the room and asked a little, I learned that there are two There was an excellent ballet dancer at the ball, and it was easy to find you."

This man's meticulous reasoning left me nowhere to hide.

"Why don't you suspect it's my companion?" I asked hoarsely.

"Oh, because she was chatting very intently next to Duke Fernando. I have to admit that the flirting skills of that playboy are the only ones in Paris that can match mine. Besides, with all due respect, your voice is not like Your face is so cute."

"Oh, with all due respect, your character is not as valuable as your watch chain." I was offended by this man again and again, and finally I couldn't hold back my sarcasm.

The man smiled instead of anger. He quickly glanced around, seeing no one was paying attention, and suddenly reached out and stroked my hair.

"what is that?"

"Don't be nervous, it's just a small compensation. My name is Philip Charney. Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

"Shani?" Almost without any effort, I thought of a farce in the clothing store not long ago, which was caused by the man surnamed Shani in front of me, "Are you the Earl of Shani?"

"It's an honor that you've heard of me."

"Is your nickname so inescapable even a little ballerina like me is?" God, I've never been so mean. If Mrs. Geary heard it, she would scream and faint!

Fortunately, a piece of dance music finally ended, and I quickly slipped away from this flirtatious man.

The moment I stepped out of the room, when I looked back, Philip Shane was still standing there with his hands behind his back, with a casual and dangerous smile on his face.

When I found Christine, she was also looking around blankly looking for me.

"Meg, you're here." She breathed a sigh of relief and made her way through the crowd to hug me. "I'm sorry I left you alone for so long."

"It's nothing, I did two dances and had a great time." I touched her cheek lightly, "Go and dance, this is your favorite dance music."

Christine reluctantly left me and walked towards the ballroom.

Whether it's during or outside the dance, it's hard to breathe. After searching for a long time, I finally found a quiet and deserted lounge and hid in it.

Perhaps, a certain kind of person is not suitable for being in a lively place by nature. The whispers of the ladies, the mutual compliments of the men, and the exaggerated exclamation of the girls all made me have a splitting headache, but after I ran into an affair in the garden, I Don't dare to rush to a secluded place again, who knows what kind of embarrassing things will happen.

The window of the lounge suddenly opened silently, and the cool night wind blew into the room violently, shaking the lilies in the vase slightly, the translucent tulle curtains floated, and even the silver candlesticks The candle flames were clearly visible and dimmed.

I lifted the hem of my skirt and walked to the window, looking out.

Directly below the window sill is the rose garden just now, and the night breeze brought a burst of fragrance, I couldn't help closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

Ange.

A charming voice came slowly, like a hallucination.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and tried to look around the garden.

Monange.

It was that knocking sound again, as if confirming that it was not an illusion.

"Who's there?" I leaned on the window sill and called softly.

A piece of letter paper slowly fell from the sky like a feather, and it was falling on the windowsill. I picked it up, and there were gorgeous and smooth fonts on it, with elegant arcs behind each word.

"My angel, please allow me to be reckless and presumptuous.

When the night falls, the nightingale sings, the roses bloom, the dream is like fog, and the ignorant people are immersed in the hustle and bustle. Fortunately, there is still a soul like an angel who uses her keen perception to feel the brilliance of the moonlight and taste the fragrance of the stamens. Fragrance, listen to the wailing of the soul, please feel it, taste it, and surrender to the darkness, may you be the confidant of my soul.

Here I pour out my respects and offer you my sincerest heart and soul. "

The signature is a capital E

Just when I was puzzled by this courtship letter, a pure white dove descended from the sky and landed on the window sill. A bright red rope was tied to its slender ankle. The rope stretches into the dark garden, as if leading me to the garden.

After hesitating for a moment, I pushed open the door next to the lounge and walked towards the garden through the corridor on the other side.

The red rope stretched down the steps and disappeared at the fountain in the garden. Strangely, it seemed to be floating in the air, and then disappeared suddenly, as if the person who released it had withdrawn the magic.

I stood by the fountain pool in a daze and looked around in a daze.

There are not many people in the garden at night, only the high-hanging oil lamps illuminate a limited area.

Could it be... Could this be a prank?

At this moment, that charming voice came again.

"This way please, my Angel."

In the quiet and somewhat over-the-top garden, this voice is like a silk thread.

I looked towards the source of the sound, it was a cluster of extraordinarily prosperous rose flowers, the too dark sky covered up the rich green, and the abrupt white petals seemed to be floating in all directions.

When I approached, a misty white smoke spread slowly, and a man in a white shirt and tights came out from behind the flowers.

"You brought me here?" I asked quietly.

"May I ask you to dance, miss?" He bowed gracefully.

"You went to great lengths to lure me here just for a dance?"

I noticed that he wore a strange pure white mask on his face. He didn't seem to want me to see his real face.

"Can you?"

I must have been confused, by the night, by the light, by the singing of the nightingale, by the pure rose, and by the fatal attraction emanating from him, so I stretched out my hand and slowly placed it in his palm.

Oh, that hand is so cold, like ice.

The author has something to say: Ange: Angel (French)

Monange: My Angel (French)

_(:3」∠)_, a dance party, I was about to write three chapters, so I knelt down.

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