man, he looks ugly

The carriage galloped all the way and stopped at the gate of the country house. Julian was already waiting at the gate. After many bumps and the tight straps of the corset, I instantly understood why aristocratic women would be killed alive by the corset Suffocate.

When I got out of the car, I felt my legs and ankles convulsing unconsciously. I just stepped on the gravel road, and my knees were so weak that I almost fell down. Fortunately, Julian ran over quickly with his eyesight and Philip's support, so he insisted on not letting me down. fell to the ground.

Seeing that I was still trying to catch my breath, trying to survive this period of dizziness and hypoxia, Julian silently pinched my arms up and down, and reminded me in a low voice, "Quick, pass out."

The sudden pain made me cry out in surprise, and I quickly followed Julian's hint and pretended to pass out.

The servant wearing a wig at the door obviously noticed the strange atmosphere, but when he saw the two men panicking and rushing towards the house with the girl in their arms, he didn't dare to run up to stop her.

Both Philip and Julian were quite clear about the structure of the villa, they didn't stay in the lobby on the first floor, and went straight to the rooms on the second floor.

The butler tried to stop him.

"This lady has signs of heatstroke, and her corset is too tight! I'm Dr. Bards, go get the maid! Hot water and wet towels, and find a knife! Hurry up!" Julian said decisively to the doctor. Fan Er stood on the stairs and gave orders, frightening a group of servants so that their faces turned pale, they followed his orders and hurried away.

Except for the butler who was flushed from the stomach.

Summer is over, why not make up a reason for heatstroke!

I pretended to be passed out in Philip's arms, squinted at the farce downstairs, couldn't help but want to laugh, and was pinched on my arm again, although the force was not as strong as Julian's pinch, and I passed out. It also made me frown.

The corridor on the second floor is obviously much quieter, and every door is tightly closed. According to our plan, we should quickly find Catherine. As soon as Duke Margot, the owner of this villa, comes forward, the situation will be much more complicated.

The nobles hate being meddled with housework, and would rather cover the dust and corruption with brand new flannel to prevent outsiders from peeping, but we have made up our minds to drag Andre into the water.Catherine had already arrived at the villa one step ahead. As the viscount's fiancée, she was the only one who could make the decision to investigate the engagement ring.

"Can you let me down?" Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, I quickly grabbed Philip's arm and asked in a low voice.

In order to make the illusion realistic, he really hugged me horizontally and trot all the way upstairs, his chest fluctuated due to this large movement, and his heart was pounding, which made me pretend to be dizzy in his arms , a little embarrassing.

"Don't open your eyes." He put me on the chair where the servants sat during the night watch, straightened up, and carefully looked at the series of doors in the corridor.

"There is someone in the study." With my sharper hearing than ordinary people, I could clearly hear the conversation coming from the study, and I quickly squeezed out some voices from between my teeth.

At this moment, the butler followed Julian up the stairs and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, "Sir, please allow me to ask His Excellency the Duke, sir, you can't go up..."

Julian didn't bother to pay attention to the housekeeper who sounded like a castrated old rooster, and hurried upstairs.

Catherine pushed open the study door, and when she saw the three of us, she had a subtle sneer on her beautiful face, and she asked the butler in a dignified tone commonly used by nobles, "What's the matter? Mr. Modorion."

"Miss Duran, these three guests came in in a hurry, I swear..." The butler tried to justify, evading the responsibility on his shoulders.

"Anyone need help?" Catherine interrupted the butler with a quick glance in my direction.

"I'm afraid that's the case, Miss Duran, this Miss Giri fainted, you've seen her before." Philip shrugged innocently.

Julian added fuel to the fire again, "As a doctor, I can't just watch a young lady faint or even die due to lack of oxygen."

"According to this..."

"Bads." Julian quickly added.

"Do as Mr. Bards tells you, Mr. Modorion." Catherine turned and went back to the study.

At this time, a majestic voice came from behind the study's half-closed door.

"Miss Duran, invite our guests in. If I hadn't been stupid and deaf, I seemed to have heard the voice of Earl Shani."

In this way Philip was allowed into the study, while Julian and I remained outside.

Sitting in a chair and pretending to be unconscious, I focused all my attention on the conversation inside the door.

After a long and hypocritical exchange of pleasantries, and contacting the gossip of the former theater ballet dancers, I seem to understand why Philip won the favor of Duke Margot.

Philippe's ancestry can be traced back to King Louis X in the fourteenth century. As the head of the most prestigious and ancient family in France, Philippe's status is on an equal footing with Duke Margot, and most importantly, the ancestor of the Chagny family Admiral Chaney de La Roche served with the Duke Margot in a naval fleet.

"Count Chaney, although I have been away from Paris for some time, I am not completely ignorant of some of your personal hobbies. May I ask why you came today?" Duke Margot asked bluntly.

"First of all, I would like to extend my sincere congratulations to you on the marriage of the Viscount and Miss Duran. At the same time, I express my regret for the theft at the wedding banquet, but maybe we can make up for this regret today." Philip's voice was mixed with coldness. And hypocrisy, like a confident lion, yawning lazily and waving its claws.

"It sounds like you've caught that vile thief?"

"No, no, no, sir, to be precise, I seem to have found the lost ring."

"Where is it? Did you bring it?" Hearing that the valuable diamond ring was found, the serious old man couldn't help but get serious.

"I'm afraid, this requires your permission, and my friend will find it instead of me."

"Hmph, are you going to search again?" Duke Margot became impatient, "Those incompetent people from the Paris Police Department have made no progress other than turning this room upside down! If the ring is really in the room To hell with Rico."

"Your Excellency, the ring is not in the house. You are right, but not all those wastes did their work in vain." Philip laughed and opened the door, and said to Julian, who was pretending to be my pulse test, " Julian, go find the ring."

The butler didn't dare to let these strangers roam around the room anymore, so he quickly followed him.

There was the sound of splashing water outside the house, and about 10 minutes later, the crowd of onlookers exclaimed.

I couldn't help but curl my lips.

The eyes that observe bacteria all day are really extraordinary, and they found this small ring so quickly.

When Julian came back into the room again, his whole body was soaked, his thin shirt was stuck to his chest, it was translucent, his hair was loose in strands, he looked a bit embarrassed, but he had a smug smile on his face.

He gave Philip the ring he had just salvaged from the bottom of the stream.

Philip shyly returned to the study.

But after less than half a minute of silence, Duke Margot's slightly angry voice penetrated the cherry wood door of the study.

"Are you teasing an old man who is about to be sent to the cemetery? This ring is inlaid so that it cannot be the 'elf'! This is a crystal, not a diamond!"

Well, this pink diamond actually has such a beautiful name, which really fits the romantic mood of the French.

"Oh, how amazing, you mean, diamonds turned into crystals?" Philip's voice was exaggerated and hypocritical.

"This cheap stone can't hide from my eyes no matter how disguised it is, can't you see it?" Haha, the old man was so angry that he knocked on the floor with his cane!

"How did the pink diamond turn into a pink crystal? I'm afraid...you have to ask your nephew, Viscount Andre. I believe he will come to the villa soon."

"Catherine?" Duke Margot was taken aback, and asked the future 'wife-to-be'.

"Your Excellency, I invited the Viscount." Catherine answered courageously.

It was really a wonderful show, if I hadn't been pretending to be dizzy for too long, and I was afraid of being noticed by the servants, I really wanted to sit on the chair by the door and continue to listen with my eyes closed.

So when the maid put the smelling salts under my nose, I let out a long and cooperative sigh of relief and woke up faintly.

"Great, you're all right." The maid smiled and clapped her hands.

"Thank you." I whispered thanks.

The other party was stunned.

"Did I pass out? I'm sorry, I want to sit here for a while, is that okay?" I forced a weak and ugly smile on my face.

"Dang, dang, of course." The red-haired maid hurriedly bowed and stepped back.

A few minutes later, Viscount Andrei came from the city of Paris sweating profusely. His fiancée asked him to come to the country house to discuss the marriage with Duke Margot. Not wiped down.

As he entered, he saw me sitting on a chair like a statue.

I am face to face with this dude, and our eyes meet.

He doesn't understand why I'm here.

Because in his eyes, I am just a member of a small ballet troupe. Even if my close friend was almost bullied by him, and I was almost designed to become a prisoner by him, no matter how angry I am, I can only complain in private, and it is impossible to touch his Viscount status , It will not affect his glory and wealth.

But I know why I'm sitting here, and I know what I'm waiting for.

I want this Mr. Viscount to understand a truth, that an unknown person can also send the emperor to beheaded.

Andre didn't have time to talk to me, a girl who was no more conspicuous than a wallflower, and hurried in through the door.

Not long after, a frightening commotion erupted in the room, attracting all the servants passing by in the corridor to pay attention to the study room. Under the stare of the butler who almost lost his grace, they resumed their movements, but everyone's ears were stunned. upright.

At the engagement banquet, Andre gave us an excuse to admire the diamond ring. When the gardener came to report the accident, he threw the fake diamond ring into the stream outside the window.

Andre thought he had done everything seamlessly, but left the biggest loophole.

In order to cover up the vicious behavior of losing the ring at the gambling table, and at the same time deceive Duke Margot to obtain financial support after the engagement, he asked the craftsman to counterfeit a fake pink crystal ring and left a custom-made receipt.This document was kept close to him, and Philip, who had bribed his personal servant, easily snatched it in front of Duke Margot.

So far, Andre has no chance to deny it anymore, and under the stick of Duke Margot, the seemingly seamless plan was brought out.

Catherine is like a loyal audience, quietly and patiently witnessing this farce, but finally dropped a blockbuster.

"Your Excellency, in consideration of the honor of the two families, I will keep everything that happened in the study today as a secret and take it to the grave. But for this unreasonable marriage, I hope you will consider it carefully. If there is any change , please explain to my father."

Catherine's eyes were shining brightly, her cheeks were delicate and blush, she walked out of the study with her head held high and her chest held high. She had just canceled her engagement with a swinger, making her feel relaxed, and even gave me a friendly smile.

Afterwards, Philip also came out of the study.

"Have you rested enough, little Meg?"

"It's time for me to go home." I looked up at him, unconsciously showing a silly smile.

When we got back to the theater, the last smear of red in the west was indistinct under the lights of the city of Paris.

It coincided with the performance of the theater, and there were two long rows of guests waiting to enter the theater. The distinguished guests rarely stopped at the private entrance of the theater, and the luxurious carriages flashed by, as if staying for one minute longer would lower the style. .

Philip sent me to the empty back door of the theatre, and I jumped out of the carriage dragging my skirt, trying to get back to Eric, who must have been pissed off after waiting for a long time, which was terrible.

"Honey, don't be in such a hurry, I have something to discuss with you." Philip said unhurriedly and stopped me.

"what?"

The perpetually dim light at the back door made his face look as if it had been covered with a layer of impure animal fat. He took out the silver cigar scissors from the silver box and played with them in his hands.

The atmosphere was silent for about three seconds, just when I couldn't help but want to ask what was going on.

Philip coughed twice suddenly, and said in a frivolous but slightly aggressive tone when I first met him, "Maybe in the past period of time, our relationship was short and limited, but you I really appreciate your mind and personality, and our way of getting along should be more fun, dear little Meg, would you like to be my lover?"

At that moment, I had a terrible feeling of being hit by the summer rain all over my head and face, so that I felt my eyelids flickering uncontrollably, and my hands hung around my waist and turned into fists, unable to stretch naturally for a long time .

After a few seconds, I was finally able to speak.

"Uh, uh... Mister Earl, may I ask how many lovers do you have?"

Philip was also a little stunned by my rhetorical question, but in just a moment, he came back to his senses and let out a short laugh from his chest, "Honey, you shouldn't ask that."

"Sollie, Cross, someone said that you also have a house near Boulevard Neuilly in Paris." I pinched my index finger and tried my best to finish the sentence.

"Oh, little Meg, you sound like a jealous lady questioning her husband." Philip's voice dropped a few degrees, and he seemed offended.

"Philip, I have no intention of that, and I just want to say that this is the difference between us. I have nothing and you are rich and noble, so I am satisfied with only one that is completely mine, good or bad, but you There will be many options, many, many options, sorry."

"I respect your choice, goodbye." Philip pulled the rein, and drove the carriage galloping away into the night without looking back.

I took a step back and saluted, but I don't think he saw it.

The author has something to say: Some things delayed the update of the article today, so I would like to apologize to everyone.

In addition... there are some things, I think it's better to say clearly.

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