The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Alan Stone's sneeze aroused the affection of the ladies.They stopped embarrassing him with those questions, and kindly told him: "The Marquis of Nakoren is very popular now, and His Majesty likes to invite him when he plays cards." Because the Marquis is the only one who dares to cheat at His Majesty's poker table, and his tactics are extremely poor man.

The Marquis relied on his little cleverness to win himself 1 years, a three-bedroom suite in the main building of the palace, and a position in the Senate, not by any daughter.The wives also said that the marquis's daughter had not inherited her father's intelligence, so she might not be able to count on it.

Alan Stone thought to himself, what on earth is Grace doing in the palace?Falling out of favor so quickly?

He sat by the ladies' side till midnight, and when the clock had struck twelve he rose to venture to the Two Spears.

A lady hurriedly stopped him, "It's best not to provoke those Swiss mercenaries, they are unreasonable for their own professional reputation."

Alan Stone sat back angrily.

His persistence now aroused the real curiosity of the ladies, who asked him: "Is your love for Miss Nakoren so deep?" They also asked him: "Would you fight a duel for her, like your brother?" A real duel?" They even asked him: "Did she return your affection? Did she allow you to touch her hand, or any other body part?"

Alan Stone couldn't force a second sneeze.He drank a lot of wine, couldn't control his blushing, and ran away in a hurry.Before getting up, a lady slipped a note in his hand, and he didn't even know when she wrote it!

It was a helpless move, and Alan Stone returned to those young people again.This time he was warmly welcomed.

The topic of war in the small group has come to an end, and everyone in this banquet hall has been evaluated by them, and the chat is at a dead end.In fact, they had long agreed that Alan Stone was smarter than them, and silently hoped that he could bring up a new topic.

So Alan Stone retold the bear-hunting story he had told King Louis.

He stayed among these noble youths until 01:30, and the people around him were already showing signs of drunkenness, and there were more and more inappropriate behaviors.He once again had the idea of ​​venturing over to the spear.

At this moment, a notification sounded: Your Majesty is coming.

The drunken people suddenly cheered up and stood up straight.The two guards guarding the door first crossed their spears in the middle of the door, making a crisp metal sound when they collided, and then separated quite solemnly, holding them vertically again.

Then His Majesty appeared, and he came in through the door on the Queen's arm.There are many people around the king all day long. In comparison, the queen is like an accessory that the king must wear in public, and those who follow behind represent His Majesty's true preferences.

Following them in the first row were Madame Denell and her patron, the Duke of Varna, followed by a neutral favorite and M. Faranelli and the newly favored Marquis of Nakorun.The real daughter of the Marquis of Nacolon was walking in the fifth row. At this time, there were more than two people in the row... and the fake daughter was further back, wearing an inconspicuous white dress, and slowly squeezed into the crowd inside.

Like a goose, Alan Stone judged to himself.He concluded that Grace was imitating the gait of a court lady, but the imitation was poor, just like in the past at the Heights, as long as the maid was with many people, she would appear dull, without any cunning in front of him and domineering.

He tried his best not to stare at Grace, but someone beside him whispered to his companion in a very small voice: "Look, that Grace Margaret is here too!"

Alan Stone was amazed at how hard he had gone to get the name to be mentioned on the ladies' side, while on the men's side they noticed her right away!

But they don't respect her.Alan Stone heard the snicker behind him, and said with the obscenity of the man after drinking too much, "It's a pity that such a cute face is matched with such a flat chest and thick waist."

"Will you fight for her, a real duel like your brother?"

Alan Stone struggled in his heart.Just now he really had the urge to duel with the two people behind him, but it happened too quickly, the king raised his glass to speak, and those obscene laughter stopped immediately, and he missed the best time to declare war.Moreover, he thought, if it was during the day, when he didn't drink, he probably wouldn't.

"Has she ever returned your affection?"

No.He immediately felt startled—what is love?

"Did she allow you to touch her hand?"

No.

"...other body parts?"

touched.

He couldn't help but look at Grace again.The maid didn't wear a wig, nor did she have curly hair. Her hair itself was curved, but not sharp enough.Small rolls like His Majesty are popular now.He thought that maybe it was because of her hair that they looked down on her.And she hadn't powdered her face—of course, perhaps because of her Irish heritage, her face was already very white, but it was too rosy, and now it's fashionable to be pale.And her clothes weren't fancy enough... Alan Stone felt incredible that this maid was still wearing high-necked clothes!This style has long been outdated, and it is fashionable to show the neck and part of the shoulders.Didn't she notice it?Every woman here, including the lowest maid, has her neck and part of her shoulders exposed!

Alan Stone was already getting angry. He felt that Grace was too stupid. With such intelligence and observation skills, how could he survive in the court?It will definitely be laughed at!

His Majesty only gave a short speech before leaving. Most of his favorites also left together, and some stayed in this hall to socialize.Grace also stayed, taking orders.

Alan Ston followed her with his eyes while drinking, and then he noticed that there were so many foods on the table: puff pastry, chocolate, honey cake...

Ah, it's so delicious, Alan Stone kept sighing in his heart.God Buddha Marianna, who would eat so much at such a banquet!

Someone was laughing at her again.No one came forward to strike up a conversation with her, leaving her alone all the time, but they all secretly looked at her, and then teamed up to tease her.They also commented on the other newcomers, but when they talked about Mrs. Durnell, they were full of praise, and when they talked about Grace, they were all bad.Alan Stone could understand the tone of this kind of man talking about a certain woman. This was because they were playing with her in their imagination.

"Is there anything more embarrassing than being left alone at a banquet?" A short man asked in a strange tone.

Alan Stone finally couldn't hold back anymore, and walked towards Grace with a wine glass.

"Ah, you!" Grace saw him just now, and she immediately showed surprise, and she stopped because of intense emotions after speaking halfway, with a surprised smile on her face.

Alan Stone felt relieved all of a sudden, and couldn't help but also laughed.He realized then that he might be drunk because he felt his facial muscles uncontrollable, he was laughing too hard, his tongue and mouth were out of control, and the first thing he said to Grace was: "Your body It's too rustic." He regretted as he said.

Sure enough, Grace immediately withdrew her smile, raised her eyebrows, and looked at him from head to toe.Alan Stone regretted wearing a wig when the critical gaze fell on the top of his head, and stockings when the gaze fell on his calves... He never dressed like that at home, This is the first time Grace has seen him dressed so pretentiously, so she must have been sarcasm.

But Grace just looked him over haughtily several times before snorting.

"Hum." A soft sound came from his nasal cavity.If this counts as one word, then this meeting, Grace only said three words to him and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Alan Ston grabbed Grace's arm and said in a pretended impatient tone, "What's the matter with you? I heard that you still don't have your own room. Then where do you live? And clothes, didn't His Majesty make new clothes for you?"

Grace was dragged back to the spot by him, looked at him again, and said, "The new clothes are not ready yet."

"What clothes haven't been made for more than a month?"

Grace replied perfunctorily, "Yes."

Alan Stone frowned hard, feeling that Grace had been cheated.He wanted to persuade Grace that if the king stopped pestering her, he might as well find a chance to move out.

At this time, Grace looked over his shoulders and looked around, then supported his arm hanging by his side with both hands, let him move a step to the left, and said, "Stand here, don't move." He also took half a step forward, as if he was going to get into Alan Stone's arms.

Alan Stone's body was stiff and straight, and the hand holding the wine glass stopped on the right side of his chest, motionless.

Grace lowered her head and fiddled with something, her hair brushed Alan Stone's chin, it was very itchy, but he insisted on not moving, but his breathing became a little short, and his chest rose and fell a little more obviously.He was worried about Grace discovering these changes.He found two small emerald earrings on Grace's ears.

Luckily Grace was only concentrating on the job at hand.He watched in astonishment as the maid conjured a long-mouthed glass bottle from her skirt, then took away the wine glass he held in front of his chest, poured the wine into the bottle, and put the wine glass back. To his hand still held on his chest.

Put the stopper on the bottle and turn the bottle back on.This time he saw clearly that it was stuffed into the hem of the skirt, there must be a huge pocket inside.He also saw that there were layers of wrinkled white gauze outside the hem of the skirt.

Grace raised her head and said, "Okay." She was very calm, not at all flustered as she should be when stealing something.

Alan Stone regained the initiative of his body and was able to move again.

He looked at the empty wine glass in his hand, not wanting to make a fuss, but felt that he should remind him that drinking too much is not good.

But Grace said goodbye to him without waiting for him to speak: "I'll go to another hall to see, I wish you a good time!"

Alan Stone watched Grace leave, thinking: "She didn't ask me why I was here, or if I passed my graduation exam. She snatched half a glass of wine from me, and didn't even say 'thank you' Didn't say anything."

Grace's back still looked like a stupid goose, and Alan Stone understood that this slow posture was not an imitation, but that the big glass bottle hidden in the skirt was too heavy.He then understood that the surprise that Grace showed when she first saw him was not for him.

"She just thought of William when she saw me, and wondered if William had also arrived in the capital." Alan Stone thought to himself.

Someone patted his shoulder from behind, he turned his head and saw that two of the noble youths were already drunk.

One said: "What were you talking to that Grace Margaret just now? You were acquaintances before, weren't you?"

Another said: "Come on tell us, what color is this lady's wig underneath? We made a bet! Is it darker or lighter than her hair?"

Alan Stone didn't know what "the wig under the lady" meant, but he didn't think it was a good word, so he punched the second person in the face with his fist.

Note:

1. Marianne was created in the early days of the French Revolution to represent the goddess of freedom and reason.

2. The wig under the lady was written wrong before hahahaha and changed it. It is the bottom, not the second one, lady'slowtoupee. Some readers helped me to verify that it is the 18th century. It is not far from it. They are more conservative here. lagging behind~