luck on thursday

Obviously, Lin Qingyang and Louis' concerns are not the same.

He nodded absent-mindedly, and the scene of the king falling grimly after being stabbed out of the heart by the knight's sword was still replaying in his mind.He touched his chest and always felt that he had been stabbed by a sword once.

"The king is too bloated," he couldn't help saying, "he didn't realize that the knight was not someone he could control, and he didn't have a heart of gratitude. You listen to his lines and say that if God didn't take half of his life His lifespan, the merits and fame that the knight gained belonged to him."

"How is it possible? If there were no knights, wouldn't he have almost perished before?"

Louis was half a step behind him as usual, raised his hand to cover the back of the young master's head, and gently turned Lin Qingyang's soft hair.Lin Qingyang was tickled by her fingertips, and rubbed unconsciously.

The steward said softly: "The king gave the knight a lot of temptations, but the knights were not moved... That's why the king thought he couldn't control it, and he had to kill him to be at ease. Of course, there is also the temptation of divine power in it."

"He's just inflated—he wants to fly into the sky like a balloon." Lin Qingyang concluded.

The black car of Fitz Manor was parked at the entrance of the Grand Theater. Louis opened the car and asked the young master to get on. Lin Qingyang got into the car and sat on the back seat, looking out through the window glass with film. Louis sat next to him, and the driver started the car. The car slowly drove away from the parking space.

It may be because of the performances during this period, the commercial street on the side of the Grand Theater is more lively than before, the shops are full, and people are shaking.

Lin Qingyang leaned on the car window, looking curiously at the restaurants and hotels he had never eaten before, even the smoke from the street stalls that bought butter pancakes was more interesting.

At this time, the vehicle passed by the crowd in twos and threes. Lin Qingyang blinked and saw a steak restaurant with a loud sign not far away. It was an extraordinarily large and luxurious restaurant. Knife and fork in hand, steak and a stream of steaming baguettes on the table.

Fitz Manor does not have high-end food, or it is too high-end. Lin Qingyang, a fool who has never seen the world, suddenly becomes a goose who eats top-level food. He is still a little curious about the mid-range food that he has never tried.

Lin Qingyang clicked on the car window without looking back, and called his housekeeper naturally and trustingly, because he knew that Louis would definitely fulfill his wish: "I'm a little hungry, Louis, it's time for lunch, let's go eat this home……"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Lin Qingyang paused for a moment.

Louis was always paying attention to the young master at home, seeing Lin Qingyang suddenly stopped, he thought something happened: "What's wrong?"

The boy lying on the car window in the most comfortable position slowly withdrew his hand, paused for a moment, and shook his head.

"It's nothing," he smiled again, "it's just that I don't want to eat steak all of a sudden."

……

The whole Fitz Manor felt that something was wrong, from Philip and Louis down to the servants who dewormed the lawn in the front garden, they all found that the young master who was already familiar with life now was different, specifically what was different——

Philip sat at the head seat in the reception room, with his elbows resting on the table, his palms folded, and his chin resting on his chin. His expression was unprecedentedly serious, as if Fitzgerald's economic crisis 30 years ago hadn't allowed him to show such an expression.

The old butler poured him a glass of water, Philip picked it up and took a sip, but still felt something was wrong.

"Qiao Mingming has adapted very well," he said incredulously, his eyes slowly shifting to Louis's face, "Why did he suddenly return to his original appearance these days? Father is very sad to see it."

He really couldn't imagine why Mr. Lun, who had shown his temper as a young master, turned into that Joe who worked and stayed up all year round and studied all year round. Obviously nothing had changed. When he ran down the stairs, he still smiled and waved livelyly to acquaintances. The busy servants would greet each other, and they would also sit in the same position he was accustomed to while eating, eating his favorite food.

But somewhere, it has become different.

These changes all started on the day Louis took him to the opera. As soon as he returned to the manor, Philip felt that something was wrong, and it became more and more obvious in the next few days.

The young Mr. Wilfred sat on the other side of the reception room, with his back straight, gray-green brows and eyes darkened, his elbows resting on the armrest, and his fingertips crossed elegantly. He was obviously clueless and secretly annoyed.

Philip said slowly: "Is there something wrong with the opera you took him to watch?"

Louis raised his head to meet Mr. Fitzgerald's gaze, and shook his head slowly: "I don't think there is a problem with the opera. You have seen this opera, so you should know what it is about."

No, Lin Qingyang thought, he couldn't be like the king, too greedy, indulging in power that didn't belong to him, so that he swelled to death.

He was sitting upright in front of the desk in the room. The long solid wood table that had just been scrubbed by a servant two hours ago was as clean as new, and his roll paper, ink bottle and pen were neatly placed on it.

Lin Qingyang carefully looked at the annotations on the roll paper. The black and white words, fancy but clear handwriting, were Louis's suggestion for solving the problem, and they were specially written on the side for him to consult repeatedly.

Lin Qingyang read it down word by word: "The neutralization of both sides applies this formula..."

At this time the door knocked, and when it opened, Louis was leaning against the door, holding hot black tea and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in his hand, which was one of the young master's favorite desserts, and it was the best choice for afternoon tea. nice treat.

Lin Qingyang, who has never eaten desserts, is particularly fond of sweets in this respect, and would go to the kitchen to coquettishly tell the cook at home that he needs to sprinkle a lot of raisins. So Philip, who ate the cookies that day, had a toothache on his face, thinking that the cook who paid a high salary suddenly suffered from Parkinson's.

Normally, Lin Qingyang would not refuse the snacks that could make her mood better, so Louis took the desserts to explore, and deliberately brought the tray in front of him, so that Lin Qingyang could easily see today's snacks.

As expected, Lin Qingyang's eyes lit up when he saw the little biscuit, he pressed the pen on the table, and reached out to grab the biscuit on the tray.

"I just feel a little light in my mouth, and I want to eat something sweet!"

Lin Qingyang's hand hadn't touched the small snacks in Louis's tray, when he suddenly turned a corner halfway, placed it firmly under the tray, directly picked up the tray for Louis, put it on the table, and rolled up a piece of cookie, happy gnawed up.

Louis lowered his eyes and asked casually, "Why did the young master suddenly do it himself?"

"Because I have hands and feet, and I always let you do what I do. It doesn't look like I'm a cripple,"

Lin Qingyang winked at him playfully, held the cup with both hands, and when the mellow black tea entered her throat, she squinted her eyes contentedly, "In order not to degenerate my limbs, let me do it myself."

Louis felt that he seemed to have grasped a key point, and before he could continue to think, Lin Qingyang immediately interrupted him: "Louis, come and help me see, is the intention of this article the one I wrote? Starting from this angle?"

The timing of Lin Qingyang interrupting him was too obvious, Louis sighed helplessly, walked over and bent down: "Let me see."

In the reception room after dinner, several gentlemen from Fitz Manor reunited again. Louis closed his eyes and remembered, while Philip frowned and looked at the list of Lin Qingyang's life records that Louis returned, and suddenly said: "Is he Keep studying and bore yourself?"

"Huh?" Louis suddenly opened his eyes.

Philip felt that his guess was reasonable. He tapped the table with his index finger and made a dull sound: "Look, what do you do with so many test papers for him? Young people are only happy when they go out to play. Of course they are not happy when they study every day. .”

The young butler was speechless for a while, thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the problem.

"So, if there is any interesting place you can take out recently, Louis, you can take him there," Philip said calmly, and he could already imagine the little prince at home happily jumping over to hug his arm, squinting at the blue sky. Eye pupil smiled, "After the banquet tomorrow night, Louis, will you take him to the 'Obsidian Hall'?"

Louis rolled his eyelids and thought it was a good idea: "Take it to the auction?"

"I remember, isn't there a lot of weird gadgets in the Obsidian Hall?"

"Alright." Louis thought for a while and agreed.

The steward told Lin Qingyang the news of his participation in the auction, just as he thought, the young master became visibly happy, even his eyes shone brightly, seeing a lot of liveliness: "Auction! I have never seen an auction like this in my life. thing!"

Louis was persuasive, trying to draw Lin Qingyang's attention: "There will be a lot of interesting little things at the auction, or advanced technologies that are not yet in circulation on the market. You can go and have a look, young master. If you are interested, you can buy a few more. play."

Lin Qingyang smiled and said: "It's good to go and have a look, but you don't need to buy it. Some things are bought to occupy space and are not needed at all. I don't like being a collector. Then Louis, is the auction held at night?"

"tomorrow."

Louis suddenly pushed him onto the soft armchair, and Lin Qingyang sat down on the chair with a dazed expression on his face. Suddenly, there was a lot of voices and crowds outside, and a series of people came in from the outside in an orderly line - the clothing customization team!

That's the one--

Lin Qingyang was extremely panicked, he just wanted to close his eyes and brag but he didn't want to choose anything, a terrifying team that could come up with fifteen matching plans in one afternoon!

He had completely forgotten about the banquet to be held tonight!

Seriously, how did no one remind him of this before writing this afternoon's math problem? !

Lin Qingyang almost jumped up from the chair, he didn't want to pick out a set of clothes that he liked out of these clothes!

The head is too big to pick!Oh, God!God knows where those girls who like to shop for clothes and shoes come from!

Lin Qingyang saw their busy figures in the reflection of the full-length mirror in a daze, and the one, two, three, four, five boxes that were pulled in and filled with newly customized clothes for him, and just wanted to turn his eyes and let go.

Louis stood in front of him, hugging his shoulders in satisfaction, and glanced at the new clothes pulled in: "It looks good, but there are a few things missing."

Lin Qingyang froze, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. Holding her breath, she kicked the butler's calf, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "Louis, choose clothes for me."

Louis also smiled: "Of course, when did the young master choose clothes by himself?"

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