The days of eating soft rice in London

Baron Morris was startled by this sudden move, he looked at his wife in disbelief, "Joanna?"

The delicately lace-trimmed dress was spattered with blood, and Mrs. Morris backed away in horror, realizing what she had just done.

The fruit knife in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and she immediately covered her face and burst into tears, with a painful cry: "Oh!"

"What did I... do!" She was terrified, with a hideous face, trying to justify herself: "I'm just... I'm just too sad, Howard, I'm really too sad."

The baron, who was in a complicated mood, approached his wife and helped her, who was close to madness, onto the sofa, "Camille! What are you doing here!" The baron looked at his disgraced daughter and shouted, "Go back to your room and put on your clothing!"

Camille wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, gave Louis a vicious look, and ran back upstairs without looking back.The housekeeper at the side also ordered quietly, and dragged out the servant who had no signs of life at all.

There was silence in the hall, no one spoke, and a cloud was cast over everyone's heart.

Louis was unmoved, he just wanted to know what Oscar was doing now, did he obediently read the book?Or fall out of bed again?

He looked down at his watch, it had been an hour since he left the house.

He recalled that short and lingering kiss in the morning again in his mind, as if possessed by a demon, he actually relived the touch and temperature countless times in this hour.

After a while, a maid came out of the room quickly. "Master, the doctor is calling for you."

Baron Morris let Flora continue to comfort his wife on the sofa, while he hurried in.

After being poured a basin full of blood, Joseph felt dizzy.If he was panting badly before, now everyone can only see the violent ups and downs of his chest, but can't hear the uncomfortable, strange wheezing sound.

"How do you feel?" asked the baron to the doctor.

"Come and listen, the effect is not bad." The old doctor touched the two mustaches on his lips, and raised his eyebrows at the baron: "But we need to observe for another two days."

"Let the young master rest for two more days. Remember to close the curtains. This will affect his condition. How about this? I'll bring my colleagues over tomorrow to see what they think." After finishing speaking, he was about to ask for farewell leave.

"What about Joseph? Should he just lie down like this?"

"What else do you want, my lord? You can ask all the doctors in London. There is no other way for this sickness."

Baron Morris glanced at his gray-faced youngest son on the bed, sighed sadly, and called Flora in, asking her to nurse Joseph to sleep.

He glanced at Louis who was standing by the sofa, and the worry and anxiety in his heart became a little heavier. Once Joseph lost the legally recognized ability to inherit the inheritance, wouldn't their land and manor...wouldn't it be cheaper? kid?

Louis kept checking the time on his watch, just wanting to go back early, turning a blind eye to his uncle's look.

Not only that,

Louis put down his left hand wearing the watch, put it back into the windbreaker pocket, and narrowed his sharp eyes slightly.

—Who would care less about his meager fortune?

***

"Oscar?" Louis pushed open the door of the study.

The flame in the fireplace was about to go out, and Oscar fell asleep on a blanket with a book of rococo paintings covering his face.

Louis gently took the picture book, but Oscar would wake up soon.

"Sorry to bother you," he said.

"It's okay, Louis, what time is it?"

"It's only a quarter past ten. You can continue to sleep for a while." He had a smile on his face. The series of things that happened in the baron's mansion just now put him in a good mood.

"I'm not going to sleep anymore, I'm just a little bored." Oscar sat up, looked at a puff of black smoke burning in the fireplace after the fire was completely extinguished, and lowered his eyes: "I think it's time for me to go home."

"Going home? To your aunt?" Louis looked at him.

"Yes, it may be Simon's house. You can find me there in the future."

to his house?Louis frowned and suggested, "If you're bored, we can go to the dance together tonight, what do you think?"

Noticing the slight change in Oscar's expression, the gentleman continued to induce, "Didn't you ask me what the upper-floor dance was like?"

But Oscar firmly refused. "Thank you for your invitation, I am very happy, but in fact I made up my mind last night that I must go back today. I just waited for you to come back and say goodbye."

The gentleman suddenly showed a somewhat sad expression, and said in a low voice: "I have never been to such a ball, and I am afraid of making a fool of myself and being laughed at by others."

"Are you going to make a fool of yourself?" Oscar laughed, "You only make people laugh when you say this."

"I'm serious," Louis looked into Oscar's eyes, "I'll feel better if you come with me."

Oscar stopped laughing, Mr. Louis acted like a child to him, he couldn't believe it, he would rather poke his eyes blind immediately.

"Trust me, it's going to be fun."

Oscar was once ridiculed by Simon for not rejecting others, which was true, he always easily agreed to requests made by others.

This time is no exception——

"Okay, I'll go home after that."

"it is good."

But as soon as he got off the carriage, after seeing those gentlemen in black pipe suits and top hats, Oscar immediately felt a strong sense of inferiority because of his humble status. "Louis, is this okay?"

"Of course, no one will know exactly who everyone belongs to." Louis said, helping him comb the golden hair falling from his ears.

"Be confident," he comforted Oscar.

Oscar let out a "hmm" and didn't make another sound.In the afternoon, Louis forced him to hold him in front of the mirror and brushed his hair back.But now, the stylist in front of him is complimenting him without hesitation: "You are extremely handsome."

Oscar was in a better mood, and praised him back: "You too."

The banquet faces a large inner garden surrounded by an arcade, and the scented ornamental plants in the garden are deftly carved into various shapes.

There are several peacocks walking among the plants, and there are several bronze musical fountains that shoot water into several small marble pools.

Oscar looked at the rose bushes that had been pruned into unicorns, and suddenly thought of a sentence: "A rose is not called a rose, but it still smells the same fragrance, what a luxury."

"It fits the occasion," Mr. Louis twitched his lips, imitating Oscar and answering in Shakespeare's classic language: "I think you are going to turn your eyes green with jealousy?"

Oscar smiled, showing his white teeth. "It should have been like this, keep your head low." (Still from Shakespeare)

Seeing that Mr. Lewis didn't answer immediately, he laughed even more. "You lost, so you don't have to pick it up?"

But the other party suddenly grabbed his shoulder with one hand and pushed him into the golden elm forest where the crowd could not see.

Oscar's back stuck to the tree trunk, startled.But the perpetrator quickly kissed him on the lips and said in a low voice, "Life is like a dream, why are you Romeo?"

Louis finally kissed the person in front of him again who he had missed all morning.

Oscar's thoughtful and full of dramatic lines were all choked in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

Mr. Lewis didn't know what was going on today. He had been unbearably gentle with him since he entered the door, and he was also tempting him now.

The guests all went in, Oscar pushed him away and kept a certain distance.

"Louis, this is a rude offense, not a way to show friendship." He tried to move the subject and break the ambiguous atmosphere, "We're going to be late."

"It's okay, Italians have never had a strong sense of time." The other party completely ignored it.

After speaking, she embraced him again and asked for a kiss.

"Sir, if you do this again, I'm leaving here!" Oscar couldn't express his mood, he clearly felt that things were getting worse and worse.

Louis was not angry either, and immediately let go of him, leading him towards the living room.

The white living room is decorated with white and gold. There are exquisite furniture and luxurious carpets, most of which are works of art by British and French craftsmen.

There are crystal chandeliers hanging in the throne room, and the Gothic Revival movement on the top of the surrounding walls is painted on the building.

Several maids carried silver trays containing all kinds of delicacies, from precious diced ostrich to moray eel in spicy sauce, from roast lamb mixed with honey to seasonal fruits, from dried figs, walnuts to North African sea cucumbers. Jujubes were brought up together.

Surrounded by Roman-style wall murals and delicacies from all over the world, everyone is smiling and talking happily in twos and threes.

Sauron was among them, lying on the ochre-coloured Trinio dining table, his left elbow propped on a soft cushion, listening intently to the man who was speaking to him, who was also lying nearby, and When Sauron spoke, lines of laughter formed around his eyes and mouth.

"That vulgar Indian nouveau riche dares to discuss American football with an Italian. How dare he? It's too funny!" The man laughed mercilessly while talking about Winston's scandals he had heard, and tried hard to beg The lady's favor.

Sauron also laughed out loud, his bright lipstick looked extraordinarily frivolous.The man felt that the time was right, and touched his calf along the hem of the skirt.

But I heard a sentence in my ear: "Go away!"

The man was stunned by his sudden change of face, and the other's delicate face instantly became gloomy, "I hate it when people touch my legs."

"And I forgot to tell you," he showed a look of disgust, "the nouveau riche you mentioned is my father."

"Impossible!" The man stood up from the collapse, "He only has one son."

"Who says no?" Sauron looked at him with provocative and mocking eyes.

The man's pupils dilated, as if realizing something, he turned around and ran away immediately.

Sauron straightened his skirt and walked in front of his father.Winston was chatting with the bosses of several other industries, and he took his father's arm affectionately.

"Louis Morris will come?" Winston looked in the direction of the door in surprise.

Soran saw the tall man in the crowd at a glance.

"Oh." He let out a strange cry, "I like him."

The author has something to say: Oscar: "You are so flirtatious today."

The dark cooking, healing methods and torture of the Victorian era can be said to be the three famous wonders... If you are interested, you can go and find out.

Thank you Kang Haha, the nutrient solution of the little angel opened the backstage, I was completely dumbfounded :D Laughing until I twitched.jpg

Thank you all for your lovely support. Today I also asked my friend how Wenwen was written. The friend said she said she didn’t understand π_π and at the beginning I felt that there was some drama. I was completely panicked. Rising up one by one, although the speed is very slow, but really, really motivated

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