[Princess Sissi] Apocalypse

How could you make such a disrespectful gesture in front of someone? "Ludoweika asked in panic.

Carl Theodore raised his eyebrows and complained: "Mom, I can't blame me for this. It's because Oswilk made me a cup of disgusting stuff. I suspect I'm poisoned!"

The word poisoning caused both women to stare. Song Yi took Sipa and looked at what Carl Theodore vomited out.

"This is--"

"what?"

Seeing her daughter's voice, Ludoweika leaned over and asked.

8. chapter 8

"It's a kind of tea, Mom, it's called Longjing. I saw it from the book in Dad's collection." Song Yi's voice revealed joy unconsciously.

"Is it poisonous?" Ludoweika was more concerned about this matter.She knew that Song Yi liked to study in Duke Max's study since she fell into the water, and she didn't go out to race horses all day long, she just read those thick books.

"Don't worry, Mom, it's not poisonous." Song Yi pinched the small piece of tea and almost beamed with joy.

"Are you sure?" Carl Theodore couldn't believe it, his pretty little face was still wrinkled.

"Of course, Carl, it's a good thing."

Song Yi put the tea stem in Sipa, and asked her younger brother again: "Where did you get it?"

"Here, there it is. Wagner said it was his father's treasure, that it was something more delicious than rum. Damn, I was deceived." Karl Theodore puffed up his cheeks.

Song Yi smiled and looked at her mother: "Mom, can I go and have a look?"

"Okay, honey, let's go."

Her daughter was eager to get close to those outstanding young people, and it was too late for Ludovika to be happy.She always thought that she was too shy before, so that there were too few opportunities to make a young man, so in the end she married Max directly, otherwise maybe she would have a better choice.

Of course, the above thoughts usually only appear when Max does some ridiculous things again, but in general, Ludovica still hopes that his daughters will get to know more good guys.

"What about you? Dear Helen." Ludovica asked her eldest daughter.

Helene shook her head: "Mom, I'm right here."

"Okay, honey, I'll take you there later."

Seeing that Helene didn't want to go together, Song Yi got up and prepared to go alone. Just as she got up and straightened the folds on the skirt, a small arm in a dress was raised.

"Come on, ma'am, how can I let you go deep into the 'wolf's den' alone." Karl Theodore said in a drawn-out tone.

"So now you're a cute little gentleman again?" Song Yi looked at her younger brother and smiled.

The 12-year-old boy is already five feet tall, only a little shorter than Song Yi, with deep eyelids and slender eyes. If it wasn't for him still remaining a teenager, I'm afraid that at this ball, this little boy would Babies will also be hot objects.

"Don't use the word 'cute' to a gentleman, ma'am, I'm handsome in your compliment." Karl Theodore pouted.

"Well, my little gentleman, will you take me there now?"

"Of course Sissy, take my arm, like this."

Carl Theodore straightened his body, and followed step by step the etiquette teacher taught him, completely fulfilling the duties of a gentleman.

Songyi took her younger brother's arm and came to the only son of the master of the ball——Wagner Oswellk.

Little Oswerk was wearing a straight dress. He was thin, tall, and fair-skinned like a girl. At this moment, his plump lips were slightly raised, and he was talking to another young nobleman with champagne in his hand. And just when Song Yi stood still, she heard the other party say a word.

"I dare say Chinese tea is as bad as horse urine!"

Those young aristocrats fit Oswilk Jr., and several of them had the honor to taste the tea brought from the far east. The taste is really indescribable.

Mr. Oswilk Jr. was encouraged, and expressed his remarks again with some enthusiasm.

"That's why I often tell my father that Chinese culture is nothing special. How can we worry about a country that doesn't even have good drinks? Their tea is really terrible!"

"Did Mr. Oswilk drink horse urine?"

When the young people were still talking about the bad taste of Chinese tea, a female voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked over, and outside the crowd, a young girl wearing a fragrant orange tutu skirt with a wide edge was slowly walking in, and the second son of the Duke's family stood beside her.

Song Yi had a smile on her face, and her brown eyes kept looking at Mr. Oswilk's face without moving.

"Isn't it? Otherwise, how did little Mr. Oswellk know that Chinese tea is worse than horse urine?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the young lady of Duke Max's family, aren't you?" Mr. Oswilk raised his eyebrows and said.

"Yes, it seems that your eye for discerning people is much better than tasting tea." Song Yi teased.

She just wanted to come to see Longjing tea, but she didn't expect to hear someone talking about China in that tone.

It is true that she respects everyone's preferences, but she also has the right to defend the dignity of her own country.

"I don't think I have offended you in any way, Princess Max." Mr. Oswilk said with a frown.

"I think today is the first time we've met, Mr. Oswilk."

"But you're targeting me!" said Mr. Oswilk Jr., raising his voice a little.

"Target?" Song Yi put on a surprised expression.

"No, no, Mr. Oswilk, I just have a different idea about Chinese tea than you do."

Mr. Oswilk Jr. did not put down the champagne glass in his hand, but turned his head to glance at the things on the table, then turned his gaze, and said to Songyi with some contempt: "Princess Max knows what kind of tea this is." ?”

I can't blame Mr. Oswilk Jr. for showing such an expression. After all, in that era, women's talents were not shown in these things, and a devout Catholic would not care too much about things that had nothing to do with faith.

Song Yi knew that the expression and tone of the man in front of her actually represented the thoughts of many men present. There are ignorant and arrogant men in any era, and she has found a place where this era and that era can be connected.

Thinking of this, Song Yi blinked.

She is like a little hedgehog, she was still a soft mass from a distance just now, now she is armed with armor, uses the sweetest smile to dispel the enemy's sense of vigilance, and then teaches them a lesson by surprise a meal.

"I am the least willing to study and the least intelligent in our family, and my father often has a headache for this."

Little Oswilk showed a puzzled look.

What Song Yi wanted was this effect, and then the smile on her cheeks widened, and she said: "But I can recognize all the things in front of me. Chinese Longjing tea is a kind of green tea."

"Honestly, it's no big deal to know about it," said Mr. Oswellk Jr. slowly.

"Indeed." Song Yi also nodded in agreement, she took a step forward, touched the teacup with her fingers, and then showed a regretful expression.

"You use this kind of tea set to toss them, it's really a waste."

Song Yi withdrew her hand, looked at the man in front of her, and smiled slightly: "It's no wonder you drank horse urine. After all, no matter how good a thing is, if you don't meet someone who understands it, it's just a waste."

A thin layer of anger appeared on the man's fair cheeks.

Mr. Oswilk Jr. has always regarded himself as the most tasteful nobleman. He is almost demanding on good things, but the lady in front of him accused him of ruining precious good things.

"Then, I think Princess Max must have a way to make the best tea? Since you are so eloquent." Mr. Oswilk Jr. calmed down and asked back.

"Naturally." Song Yi said calmly.

Mr. Oswell Jr. thinks that Song Yi is just trying to save face. He has always regarded himself as a gentleman, so even though he is facing a sharp-tongued lady, he still decides to be more magnanimous.

"Then next time, I would like to taste the tea made by Princess Max."

Oops, did the flower peacock return to me under the steps?Song Yi clicked her tongue twice in her heart, but she just said with a smile on her face:

"Since everything is available today, wouldn't it be better to let you taste it today?"

"What a woman who doesn't know what to do." Little Mr. Oswilk thought a little angrily, and then said, "Of course it's good."

9. chapter 9

Song Yi looked at her younger brother, then stretched out her hands, everyone was a little puzzled.

Kartheodo tilted his head, then his eyes lit up, and he took out two ropes from his trouser pocket, which he was going to use to make a slingshot.

"How do you know?" Karl Theodore asked in a low voice.

Song Yi slightly bent down and smiled, "Because I've been watching you."

"This is a bit scary." Karl Theodore made a face.

Song Yi combed his hair for him, this little boy doesn't like hairspray so much, his brown hair will become messy if he is not careful.

The wide sleeves with lace folds were tied up with ropes, revealing the girl's slender wrists. Because of her thinness, her hand bones protruded a bit, and her fingertips were as slender as onion tubes.

Song Yi walked to the table, and on the luxurious table were the same