British 1986

Allen now finally saw the true face of Princess Christina.

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There is something noble about his temperament.

but.

It’s really not very pretty!

Allen is just a layman who judges people by their appearance and is not interested in this kind of princess!

This guy does have a good figure, but he's on the strong side, with such a figure.

Quite like a maid at home.

Although he had just gotten off the plane, Mr. Allen already wanted to go home!

"It's okay, Mr. Allen, I can take you to Madrid for a walk."

Allen looked at Princess Christina who lowered her head next to her but did not affect her speech at all.

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Shyness is a shame, but people can actually be shy and talk at the same time!

"Okay. I'd like to trouble you, Your Highness, Princess."

Under Diana's teasing gaze, Allen coughed dryly and stretched out his hand to straighten his tie slightly, and looked at Charles in the distance who was inspecting the guard of honor accompanied by the eldest princess.

It’s still fun to watch this, man, who wouldn’t want to take a walk like this?

Although the Spanish honor guard looks weird in what they wear, it is much more exciting than watching the princess.

Watching Charles slowly inspecting the guard of honor, a strange picture always appeared in Allen's mind.

It would be interesting if Charles, while walking, suddenly waved his right hand and said "Hello, comrades" to the guard of honor next to him.

While Charles was inspecting the guard of honor, the remaining staff on the special plane quietly disembarked one after another. After these people got off with their belongings, Diana whispered and signaled Allen to wait here. She and Christie Princess Na had to meet Charles in front, and then she had to take a group photo. For this group photo, Allen had nothing to do with it.

After Diana left, Allen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced around and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a secretary carrying a small bag next to him.

"You! Come here, give me the bag, I'll get it."

Shaking his hands at the logistics worker whose name he couldn't name, Allen snatched his small bag and carried it in his hand.

There are so many people present, but now he is empty-handed, like a second-rate man, which looks a bit irritating. Now

I finally got a package, something like that.

For visits between royal families like Charles, unlike other dignitaries who have to go to the conference room after getting off the plane, they just go to the hotel where they are staying. This is quite humane.

Even though Allen wanted to hide, he was eventually picked up and accompanied Charles in a car to the hotel.

Diana traveled with the two princesses, and Alan accompanied Charles.

The main car of the Spanish royal family is a Rolls-Royce, but the passenger car used to receive foreign guests is a Jaguar.

As for Mercedes-Benz

Various royal families throughout Europe rarely use Mercedes-Benz. There are historical reasons and other reasons.

"How do you feel? Talk to Christina more in these two days!"

Charles crossed his legs and rested against the back pillow with his eyes closed.

Allen looked at the scenery outside the window and replied absently: "Not very good, Your Highness, this is not my type."

After saying this, the car was extremely quiet, with only the slight muffled sound of the engine remaining.

Allen quietly turned his head, only to find that Charles had opened his eyes and was staring at him expressionlessly.

This look made Allen extremely uncomfortable. He swallowed, twisted his body, and leaned a little closer to the car window.

"Alan! Someone came to me to complain about something within the Principality of Wales two days ago. Do you know what happened?"

"Well"

Looking at Charles's eyes, Allen felt that this matter might have something to do with him, but

He has so many things on his mind, how can he know which one they are?

"I don't know, Your Highness."

"Some time ago, were you issued a subsidy for the first two quarters of national park protection work?"

"Well, it seems there is, right?"

Allen thought about it, and it seemed that Sylvie Guillian called him that night. He seemed to have seen such an income on the report.

The national park is right next to his estate, and he must be the first protector. Every year, the official will give him a quarterly subsidy as an auxiliary protection fee.

"The state pays you to protect the national parks! Even if you hunt, you can just secretly kill a few! What did you do?! Is there anyone who goes hunting with a machine gun like you? Huh?! People come to me to complain. , said that a small-scale conflict was suspected to have occurred in the national park! Large areas of forest land were destroyed! You are stealing!"

Seeing that Allen finally remembered, Charles shouted loudly as if he hated iron.

Allen shrank his neck and whispered, "William was beaten too."

"William?! What does William know at such a young age? If you don't take him to play, how can he play with a machine gun? I heard that the ground is full of bullet casings and a large area of ​​woodland has been destroyed. Should I find you a bomber and fly it for hunting?" interesting!"

"That's not necessary."

Charles was breathing heavily. Diana was on the plane, so he was embarrassed to get angry. Now, apart from the driver and secretary, only he and Allen were left in the car, so he couldn't help but scold him.

It’s so embarrassing!

As soon as the subsidy was released, I rushed into the national park.

It is said that the person in charge of the national orchard was frightened. A prince or an earl went in with a machine gun. Dozens of bodyguards rode off-road motorcycles to assist them in committing the crime. The machine gun fired everywhere, and wild animals ran wild. Hutu, a large area of ​​forest land was destroyed, that scene.

Allen's behavior is beyond description. If Charles hadn't stopped him, this year's House of Lords issues would have been fun again.

After taking another breath, Charles closed his eyes again and said, "You don't have to go to the banquet tonight, just go shopping with the princess."

"ah?"

Allen was a little anxious when he heard it. He came all the way here, couldn't he even attend a Spanish palace banquet?

I heard that the paella eaten at the Spanish Palace is made from king squid.

The Royal Palace of Zarzuela is so fun, but he hasn’t been there yet.

He hasn't had a meal at the Spanish Royal Palace yet, so this sentence excludes him.

"Your Highness. I also admire His Majesty Carlos. I haven't met him yet."

"You admire me so much, do you want to imitate him in cultivating your love?"

Charles almost blurted out a sentence, but he stopped urgently, remembering that he was in Spain now and could not slander the king casually, so he had to hold back.

"Do what you have to do and don't cause me any more trouble!"

Seeing that Charles was in a bad mood at the moment, Allen curled his lips and said, "I won't go if I don't go. Are you missing that meal?"

I'm not even curious about it.

The hotel where he stayed at night was empty. Most of the entourage had accompanied Charles to the Royal Palace of Zarzuela to meet King Carlos of Spain.

Allen stayed in the hotel and chatted with his blind date, Princess Christina.

In the restaurant, Princess Christina changed into a light blue short skirt, leaned her chin on the table, and watched Allen eat.

I saw Allen holding the fork in his left hand, swiping and turning in a small circle on the sliced ​​ham platter. He forked a whole plate of thinly sliced ​​ham together and pressed it into the soup bowl.

A good bowl of chickpea stew, stuffed with a pile of ham slices.

Allen picked up the spoon and tasted the saltiness again. He felt that it was not too salty, so he picked up the spoon again, and under the surprised gaze of Princess Christina, he filled a spoonful of stew into a small pot that seemed to be called Madrid stew. Pour into a bowl.

"Um"

This time the taste was more to his liking.

"Uh, Your Highness, don't you want to eat?"

Seeing the princess in front of him just not eating, Allen felt a little uncomfortable again. It was a little uncomfortable to be stared at by others while eating.

"Sir Allen, your way of eating is very special. Is Spanish food still to your taste?"

Christina looked at Allen's way of eating. Not only did she not think he was rude, but she felt that he was sincere and very down-to-earth.

She rarely sees nobles who are so open-minded in front of her.

"It's okay, it's okay. This lamb chop is grilled well. You can try it."

Allen has never been to Spain before, but he didn’t expect this gringo with thick eyebrows and big eyes in Spain to actually like to eat fried dough sticks!

Damn it, if I had known he would have found a Spanish cook.

Although their fried dough sticks have a sweet taste and are called Jina sticks, Allen thinks these are fried dough sticks!

It's just this dipping sauce. Dipping it in chocolate sauce is too dark for cooking. It's better to dip it in broth.

"Sir Allen."

"Okay Christina, don't be so polite, just call me Allen."

He is drinking soup with his right hand and eating fried dough sticks with his left hand dipping in sauce. Allen is now a bit broken. He is not interested in the princess in front of him and does not want to play any emotional pull with her. After all, the identity of the other party is here, and Allen is ready to make do with it. After chatting for a few days and then returning home, this mission is considered completed.

"Haha, okay, Allen. You shouldn't be short of friends of the opposite sex, right?"

Although she is a high-end blind date introduced by her family, Christina is not stupid. With Alan's appearance, she is the first one not to believe that he can't find a marriage partner.

"Well, there is no shortage. When I was a student, I would receive many love letters from classmates of the opposite sex."

Allen felt much more relaxed after letting go of his psychological baggage. If Charles told the other party about his information, then the other party would most likely know about these small details, and there would be nothing to hide.

Seeing Allen admit it openly, Christina was even more satisfied. She felt that the count in front of her was very real, honest and not pretentious.

"Ellen, where do you want to go tomorrow? How about we go to Parma? I have contacted my father's private jet. The scenery there is very good and the snacks are famous. When we come back in the evening, we can go to the Royal Opera House to watch the ballet. "

Christina rattled off her plans for tomorrow and asked Alan for his opinion.

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Allen seemed to have some impression of where Parma was. He remembered that there seemed to be a football club in Italy called Parma.

but.

The Parma that Christina is talking about is definitely not the one in Italy. It is most likely the Parma in their Balearic province.

This place.

But it’s a holy place for honeymooners!

This is not a casual visit, the implication is too obvious, plus I have to come back to watch the ballet in the evening.

Tsk tsk tsk.

This is the same process as going to shopping malls and parks during the day and going to the movies in the evening.

It's just a little bit more high-end than this one.

He had to find a way to reject her without making the princess feel ugly.

Allen couldn't help but have a headache, the beauty trick didn't work well.

"Ballet? Which company will perform?"

Allen could only change the topic. He was familiar with ballet and had just played it some time ago.

"Oh? Ellen, do you also like ballet? Tomorrow is your Royal Ballet's tour, didn't you know? I heard that we can also see Principal Sylvia Guillen this time!"

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Damn it.

Allen suddenly felt that ballet was not good either.

It just so happened that his current blind date wanted to take him to see Sylvia Guillian.

If that little girl Sylvie Guillian saw me, would she come up and say hello?

Think about that scene, wouldn't it be a little embarrassing?

Seeing Allen's unnatural expression, Christina clapped her hands and called the person in charge of the hotel and the person in charge of the restaurant.

These two people have been waiting at the door of the restaurant since Christina and Allen ate here. It is not good for the two distinguished guests inside to neglect anyone.

"It's okay, it's okay. I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. I want to take a rest tomorrow."

Allen waved his hand and told Christina not to embarrass the two people in charge, who looked innocent.

"Then shall I take you back to your room, Allen?"

"No, no, Your Highness, I can't take you back. It's already very rude. How can I bother you to take me back to my room?"

Alan slightly feigned discomfort.

"Then wait until you feel better and call me tomorrow?"

"good!"

The short three-day trip to Spain ended somewhat anticlimactically.

On the special plane back, Allen sat obediently in the private room belonging to Charles.

Next to her, Diana waited for the plane to stabilize, then unbuckled her seatbelt, took out a magazine, and while reading, she pricked up her ears and turned her attention to Allen.

She is ready to eat melon on the spot.

"Very good! Very good! Have a private meeting with your little lover in the hotel arranged by others, Allen! You are very good!"

As soon as Charles stretched out his hand, the servant next to him offered a cigarette with both hands, handed it between his two fingers and lit it for him.

Whenever Charles smokes, it means he is in a bad mood and is angry.

"Your Highness, please listen to my explanation. I wasn't feeling well that day, uh, so she came to visit me. I was wronged."

"Well, the visit was great. We visited all night, huh?!"

Charles blew a puff of cigarette smoke into Alan's face.

"There wasn't a night when she left early in the morning."

"I've been completely embarrassed by you! Christina is still pleading for you, but she doesn't blame you! You!"

Charles was so angry that this kind of thing could happen during a good blind date!

Although the final outcome was not a big problem, Allen was very angry because he was like a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

"Your Highness, I really have no feelings for her. Please don't embarrass me. We are good friends now, yes. Good friends."

"Hahaha!"

Diana couldn't help looking at the magazine. It was the first time she had seen the ending of such a blind date and becoming good friends.

Either it's not suitable, or we just try to get along with each other. What are good friends?

He also had a private meeting with his young lover in a hotel arranged by others.