present to the lord

The only soprano in the opera house, Carlotta is a very emotional woman, arrogant and vain.Under Eric's dissatisfied gesture again, this woman who was sought after everywhere finally broke out.She rudely took off the accessories on her head and threw them on the ground, glaring fiercely at the man who had been wearing half a mask, her anger made her forget Eric's identity as the earl's younger brother, and that he was highly respected in art reputation.

Even though Eric has been nurtured by the nobility for ten years, he is still very impatient with women in certain aspects, especially this kind of women with superficial appearance and no talent, he doesn't even want to give a single glance.

The only soprano quit, and the people in the theater had to use it to make amends. There was no other way. The position of the soprano was too important. Without this leading role, all of them could not go on.

Carlotta looked at her face in the mirror in the dressing room full of gifts and flowers and costumes. She smiled fiercely. She would not go until the man in charge of the opera came to apologize in person.

As an ordinary ballet dancer in the opera house, Christine is a good friend with Mrs. Jerry's daughter, Meili Jelli. Since she was seven years old, her father passed away. She is the only daughter of a famous Swedish violinist. She was taken care of by the stern but kind-hearted Mrs. Jilly, who taught her ballet and let the seven-year-old who knew nothing live in the Opera House.

Fortunately, although Christine is young, she still has some talents in some aspects.She became close friends with Mrs. Gerry's daughter.Although it is not something to be particularly proud of, among many ballet dancers, she can still get a little preferential treatment by virtue of this.

"Christine, my dear Christine, I knew you were here again." The blond-haired Meili Jieli smiled intimately and softly, she tiptoed gently, and trotted in, "It's time to start training, What troubles have you tripped up?"

Christine raised her head and smiled: "It's nothing, Mei Li, I heard that a new soprano will come in today, is this true?"

"Oh, Christine..." Mei Li knew how hard her best friend had been practicing treble for so many years, she felt a little sad for her kind and persistent friend, "Kristin, Carlotta won't teach you, maybe You can ask the new soprano for advice."

Christine also had a difficult time after her father died, she had to climb the ladder, and she didn't want to try that again.She still practiced the violin, but although she had some talents inherited from her father, no one taught her that it was difficult for her to move forward.She had no choice but to become Mei Li's good friend, just to let Mrs. Ji Li teach her ballet, even though she cast aside this lowly status as a dancer, she had to endure it.

"You're right, Merry, you're my smart and gentle friend," Christine said. "We should get out."

The Duke holding a ruby ​​cane descended on the opera house again. His handsome appearance, perfect figure that attracts attention, his gentlemanly and elegant demeanor, his more distinguished status and rich gold, all these make the women here blush with excitement .

Eric naturally understands how attractive this person is, no matter where he is, he is always sought after by everyone.Even though he was angry at the hot eyes of these women, he still smiled and walked over: "Lian."

And Fan Haoran, who has dealt with a lot of things mercilessly by means of thunder, laughed at the innocence of the Carles family, wanting to use a second daughter to snatch the prey from him. It is up to him to have the final say.While dealing with many nobles and leaders of forces, he threw out price tags, one link after another, and many links, if one error occurred, it would be a huge loss.It is necessary to let these hungry wolves take the bait, but also to make them feel that they are satisfied with their share of profits.Perfectly conceal the rest of the huge benefits, and then swallow it in one gulp.To do this kind of thing cleanly, even Fan Haoran has to admit that it is necessary to be very cautious.

Even after being so nervous and exhausted, Fan Haoran still rushed back overnight.On the way, I happened to meet Raul who had inherited the viscount of the Shani family.

Looking at Raul Shani who had already obtained the family scepter and ring, Fan Haoran had no choice but to start improving Eric's status.Eric is too careless in this respect.And he wants the best for Eric.

"Everyone, please be quiet." The Duke smiled perfectly, his blue eyes were soft, and he was still wearing black leather gloves, "Today I want to introduce to you this beautiful lady beside me, Edith Channing, she will become the second soprano in the opera house. The theater will adjust the repertoire of the opera in the near future. The task is heavy. You must know that the soprano voice is very important, and it is difficult for one person to bear Such an important task, I think, with two excellent sopranos, this matter can be worry-free. It is very good that the two sopranos can also communicate with each other." He chuckled and said that Carlotta could not accepted fact.

"Ah! How dare you do this!" Carlota screamed with her eyes wide open. She was like an angry rooster now, and then she vented her voice angrily for a while before running out.

But what Christine saw was not the leaving Carlota, nor the new soprano Edith she wanted to approach, but the brown-blond man standing behind the Duke.

"I know him." Christine said in a low voice, with a smile on her face, and a little bit of joy in her heart. God really wouldn't abandon her.She tugged on Meili's sleeve, "I know him!" she whispered.

"Who?" Meili is a gentle lady. Her facial features are not as beautiful as Christine's, but she is very gentle. She is not the same as her strict mother, Mrs. Gerry, but she is equally kind.

"The blond man standing behind the Duke is Raul. We knew each other before my father died." She recalled, as if she had seen a rich life before, "I guess you must think that our childhood sweetheart, his name is I'm little Lottie."

Merry was surprised, but she was immediately pleased with her friend: "Christine, he's so handsome."

After all relevant matters were handed over to Ducali, the theater manager, Fan Haoran, Eric, and Raul who followed all the way entered the place in the theater that belonged exclusively to Eric.Passed by Christine who was standing aside eagerly looking forward to it.

No matter how bitter Christine is, and no matter how hard Mei Li tries to comfort her best friend.Eric really couldn't understand this kid who had been with them since he was a child, the current Viscount, Raul Shani.

"The viscount's noble and lazy life has already come to me without any regard for etiquette. You look good, Viscount Shani." Eric looked at the brown-blond man with a very happy smile on the side as usual. Said coldly.

Raul was already used to this musical genius's dislike for him, he smiled and said, "We've known each other for so many years, Eric, you're still like this." Then he shook his head innocently, "Artists are really difficult to get along with, Eric, We are friends."

"Arrogant guy." Eric ignored it, then pursed his lips slightly, and looked at Fan Haoran, who was handsome and smiling, with pure black eyes, thinking of those invitations, "Are you done with your work?"

"It's just a small matter. It's okay even if Calles joins Gregory's lackeys. After all, it involves China's international war. If you want to make a fortune from it, it depends on whether they are capable enough." He smiled lightly, Rubbing the Jacques family's ring that symbolizes rights worn outside the glove.

"I heard that Germany established a certain party not long ago, and even created a Weimar Republic. The meeting held here in Paris a few days ago was really a big move." Shani was talking about the four heads of state. The Duke Fan Haoran participated in the meeting, and Shani, as the Viscount, only heard some rumors.

Fan Haoran looked at Raul's expression of wanting to explore, but he just smiled and didn't answer him.There are naturally rules in the way the international divides interests, and he doesn't need to say everything.To be able to occupy a seat among the heads of state with the status of a duke, apart from greed, it is natural to have thunderous methods and a sharp and rational long-term vision.All this will determine Eric's future life.

Recently, Fan Haoran is not only doing these things, he is funding orphanages and other charitable causes, and putting Eric's name in them.

The recent murders in Paris are very frequent, and the dead are naturally civilians and lowly prostitutes. Although they are people without status, the number is enough to attract the attention of all parties, and this kind of death is going to his Duke. The trend of territorial sprawl.

Although he sent many attendants and people to protect Eric in secret, Fan Haoran still had to let Eric return to the manor in the end. It is very unwise to put his heart under the blade of everyone during this period.

Although Eric likes music, he cares more about that person. He doesn't really like being under the gaze of everyone. He only needs to play music to express all the emotions that are constantly surging in his head and those that cannot be expressed. Write it down in notes, as long as this is enough to satisfy him.

On the other side, Viscount Shani, who was entrusted to go to the opera house once, suddenly heard a familiar melody in the long corridor, and the humming of a woman reminded him of the past time unconsciously.

"Little Lottie made her heart hesitate, and little Lottie thought: Do I like dolls more? Or elves or shoes? Or riddles, clothes? Or chocolate?..." Christine walked in the corridor lit with wall lamps, Wearing a white wrap-top dress with full breasts, she leisurely slid her fingers across the wall, and her soft voice echoed in the corridor, "We love each other's northern supernatural stories, no, Luo Di said: My favorite It was... when I fell asleep in bed..."

Childhood memories immediately rushed to Raul, and he unconsciously sang softly: "The angel of music is singing in my mind, the angel of music is singing in my mind!"

The gentle voice of the male and the soft voice of the female perfectly combined, and Raul quickly caught up with the slim figure. At this time, the joy made him very excited. This is the reunion after many years.

Christine smiled, and a perfect and qualified expression appeared on her pretty face. She turned her head immediately, and her face that had been carefully made up before looked even better.

And on the night when the hero and heroine met, the banquet at the Duke's mansion was also very lively.

"Hello, I'm Serena from the Wright family. I've admired the Duke of Jacques for a long time. It's a great honor to meet you today." The petite and cute girl raised her skirt and saluted, and smiled playfully at the Duke holding a red wine glass, " I heard that you are helping the poor, you are a kind-hearted person." As he spoke, his cheeks were slightly red.

Fan Haoran gently kissed her hand with long lace gloves as a gift, and smiled lightly: "I remember you, beautiful lady, you were the one who sang at the state banquet last time, you have a beautiful singing voice." He was very gentlemanly, and his words were elegant.

"Ryan, who is this?" Eric pursed his lips, his right face was covered with a thin silver mask, his black pupils were deep and suppressed the waves, but after more than ten years of long-term influence, his manner was equally elegant.

"I've seen you too, and every one of your works is perfect." The girl Celia smiled playfully.

"This lovely lady is Celia, the daughter of the Wright family, and this is my younger brother Eric." The Duke introduced with a chuckle, and lightly supported Eric's strong back with one hand.

All of Eric's consciousness seemed to be concentrated on that palm, which was as hot as if it was about to burn, and he couldn't help trembling as if he had been hit by a strong electric current.

"What's the matter Eric? Your face is very red." Fan Haoran put down his glass and said apologetically to the girl beside him with concern, "Excuse me, he seems uncomfortable. I hope you have a pleasant night here."

Eric was half-armed and walked to the lounge on the second floor, which was a place independent of the banquet. Inside was a soft big bed, dark red curtains, soft and ambiguous light, and soft fancy carpets. Delicious desserts are piled on the table.

"I'm fine." Eric finally came back to his senses, his face was very red, and he was thankful that the light here was a little dark, so that he would not be embarrassed to expose all his emotions to the light.

"Really, I don't think it's what you said." He pressed the man on the bed, took off the mask on his face, and touched his face, "Your face is very hot." He turned to Eric I poured a glass of water and threw the mask aside, "If you don't like the mask, you don't have to wear it. Who dares to say anything?"

Eric seemed to be able to feel the firm chest when he was hugged forcefully just now. His heart was pounding, his lips were dry, and under the soft and slightly dim light, the air seemed to be viscous. Very charming in the light.

Eric was stared at by those blue eyes that were now as dark as emeralds. He seemed to be bewitched, and he couldn't help but want to lean over, trying to identify whether there was his own existence in those eyes.

"Lane..."