[Princess Sissi] Apocalypse

Na wanted to choose a better-looking attendant. He always liked exquisite and beautiful things. If he wanted to let others get close, he had to choose one that was pleasing to the eye. He was comparing it when a waiter holding champagne approached him. .

Oh, it's you!thought Wagner.

Song Yi looked at the person who was holding champagne and walking towards Mr. Oswilk, the corners of her mouth stiffened. She subconsciously took a few steps forward and grabbed Mr. Oswilk hands of mr.

Time seemed to stop so abruptly.

Song Yi took a quick look at Joseph, his hands, feet, waist, and the convenient hiding place under the tray.The latter was smiling politely, but the look of his pupils changed quickly, but he stabilized quickly.

The owner of the hand held by Song Yi wanted to turn around. Song Yi's brain reacted quickly, but because of her physical instinct, she used a little strength to grab Mr. Oswellk's hand tightly.

This is not at all appropriate.

"Did I interrupt anything?" said the Duke of Oswilk, the old gentleman with a twinkle in his eye like a mischievous old man.

Song Yi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"I forgot to mention, the most important thing, the golden paint."

Song Yi tried to stabilize herself, then let go of her hand naturally, and smiled.

"Your son, Mr. Oswilk Jr. is too generous, just like you, my lord duke."

Wagner suddenly felt that he seemed to be betrayed unknowingly, but when he realized it, he still had to think of a high-sounding excuse so that his stingy old man would not lose face in front of others and lend things out.

However, after he dryly thought of an obviously not very good excuse, unexpectedly, the stingy old man agreed and even praised him in front of everyone.

Wagner felt a little dizzy.

"I look forward to your work, Your Highness Elizabeth."

The old duke said that he would lend her the best private possession, and left with his son, but Song Yi felt that in the eyes of the old duke, why did she seem to be a lamb being calculated?

God, Song Yi wanted to shake her head, but realized that there seemed to be something unresolved, so she looked in a certain direction with a slightly unnatural expression.

The man was still holding the champagne tray, but the previous relaxed and natural expression was gone, and those deep eyes stared at her for a while.

Song Yi wanted to turn around and run away, but being watched by the other party, when she approached step by step, she seemed to be fixed by a magnet, unable to move half a step.

"Would you like a glass of champagne to calm down, Your Highness?" Adaptation whispered.

"Do not……"

Although Song Yi refused, she still had no backbone and forced a drink.

"You'll need it, put it down, I don't have a weapon in my hand."

Song Yi's body stiffened a bit, she didn't like this feeling, this kind of feeling, like being stared at by a big snake, and she was just a rabbit.

She calmed down all her timidity in an instant, and put the champagne on the other party's tray smoothly.

"No, I don't need it, why don't you hang out with people who really need champagne?"

She looked at the other party, thinking it would turn into a confrontation, but the atmosphere suddenly relaxed, almost abruptly, the other party smiled, lowered her eyebrows, and even raised her lips.

Song Yi almost couldn't react, so she could only stare at the other party abruptly.

"I'm just telling you," he picked up the champagne again, and gently stuffed it into her arms, so as to block other people's sight and possible speculation.

"I'm a nice guy, really."

22. chapter 22

"I've never seen a sneaky good man." Song Yi squeezed out such a sentence, but honestly held the rejected glass of champagne in her hand. After she finished speaking, she felt that she wanted to beat herself to death.

I thought it would be ridiculed in exchange, but the wine in my hand was simply taken away.

"You are so strange. I don't want wine and you insist on giving it. I take it and you take it back." Song Yi couldn't help but said.

"I thought about it, and it's my observation that your alcohol intake is one glass, but you're not into champagne, as you can see from the sip you just took. Three sips can make you slightly tipsy, and obviously, to be honest , it's good for you and me to stay awake."

Song Yi wanted to roll her eyes inelegantly, she wanted to explain one thing, it wasn't that she couldn't drink, it was that her current body was not used to it.

"Of course, so sanity is important to everyone," she agreed, almost humming.

"Yes, you judged rationally that I might assassinate him at that time, and you have very logical thinking ability."

Song Yi pursed her lower lip, she didn't want to explain it.

"Don't want to explain?" the man said in a low voice.

Song Yi instinctively wanted to take a step back, but she felt that this seemed too embarrassing, so she looked up at the other party and said, "Are you interrogating the prisoner?" She paused, and then said, "Yes, what reason do I have? Do I have to explain my thoughts like a strange person who doesn't even want to reveal his real name?"

There was a hint of a smile hidden in the man's dark eyes, which made Song Yi inexplicably annoyed. Just as she was about to explode, the other party just shook her body slightly and said, "I think you may have more important things right now."

"Yes, thank you for reminding me." Song Yi finally couldn't help but give the other party a blank look, and the astonishment in the man's eyes slightly relieved her heart.

She walked away, for the little Mr. Oswellk and the old prince had come.

time is limited.

"I think, my son can enjoy your painting process later without disturbing you, Your Highness?" The old prince said with a smile, saying that he was asking for instructions, but he would not be too rigid.

Song Yi doesn't want to show off all the time, and to be honest, her current status is indeed a little embarrassing.

"Certainly, Duke, I trust little Mr. Oswilk can keep quiet."

"It's just," Song Yi paused and smiled, "Don't surround me like that. When there are too many people around, to be honest, I will feel nervous."

"I think this is the most basic etiquette." Mr. Oswilk Jr. said, rarely blushing or arguing.

Song Yi nodded, and at this moment, there was quite a commotion from the crowd around Miss Metternich.

Song Yi looked over, and it was not difficult to see from the light in people's eyes and expressions that Miss Amalia Metternich was indeed of a certain standard.

"Aren't you hurrying up? It seems to be finished over there." Mr. Oswilk Jr. urged.

Song Yi looked at each other and smiled.

Little Mr. Oswilk's fair cheeks flushed again, and he coughed with his embarrassing right hand into a fist.

Song Yi looked away, thinking: Now is not the time to tease this flower peacock.

Song Yi took off the lace long-sleeved gloves. Her entire wrist was different from those of the ladies present, because it was not yet fully developed, and it was still a little skinny. , it seems that traces of blood flow can be seen.

If Song Yi hadn't always shown a smiling and generous appearance, her thin and undeveloped body would be really worthless.

But just because her thin body is different, it can be called the exaggeration of a strong heart, like even though the bamboo body is slender and dances with the wind, it also has a style of its own.

Some people present couldn't think of these words, but they felt them intuitively.

"You need someone to grind your ink for you."

Song Yi looked at Mr. Oswilk Jr., while the old Duke next to him showed an approving expression. A strange feeling floated through Song Yi's heart, but Mr. Oswilk Jr. in front of him just expressed himself again idea.

"I can."

It's just such a simple word, and it still carries the self-confidence and pride that noble children seem to have from birth.

Song Yi blinked and smiled: "That's really the best."

Song Yi observed the craftsmanship of this platinum peacock rubbing ink, and it was not bad. It seems that apart from spending all his time on clothing, this noble gentleman still has some merits.

"Can you tell me what you're going to draw?"

Little Mr. Oswilk did not hide his curiosity. Song Yi found that when this guy was no longer aggressive or boastful, he was still a little naive in nature.

"Do you like fish?"

Song Yi didn't answer the other party directly, but asked a question back.

"fish?"

Little Mr. Oswilk frowned, his fine eyebrows twitched, and hesitantly said: "No, their mucus is unacceptable to me."

"And put it on the silver dinner plate?"

"...the taste is not bad."

Song Yi lowered her head, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said: "I can see that you like beautiful things, and you paid unnecessary attention to that piece of calendula, why did you ignore the more beautiful things in this garden? What about things?"

Mr. Oswilk Jr. was not stupid, he stared at the water surface suddenly, the sunlight shone on the artificially built fountain, the water surface was shimmering, and a group of not very conspicuous little red fishes were swimming.

"It's true that they're not ugly, but they're really inconspicuous." Mr. Oswilk Jr. was surprised.

"Oh, I remember what you said, keep quiet, sir." Song Yi smiled, then walked over, took out a few gold and silver coins, and let them fall gently.

The silver and gold coins sank slowly in the water, dancing like jellyfish.

The timid little fishes in the pool were startled for a moment, and then they couldn't help their curiosity. They first touched the cold things with their tails.