Wear It with Space

Dawn gradually appeared in the sky, and a light red morning glow slowly spread over a manor in England. The sun rose slowly, and under the warm breeze in May, the rose scented bursts of fragrance and sent it to Diana Browning's bedroom.

Sleeping Zhengxiang on the bed, with a light red book on the pillow. A ray of sunlight hit the line of gold letters on the cover, emitting a dazzling light and reflecting on her eyelids.

Shen Ling in his sleep turned over and continued to sleep until the sun rose above the laurel tree in the manor, when the gentle footsteps of the attendants came from outside the bedroom, she opened her eyes reluctantly. Yawned and rang the room bell.

Barbara, the close-fitting maid, walked in. In Barbara's eyes, Miss Diana was a child, eight or nine years old, slender, with a cute face, delicate skin, and thick brown hair.

"Barbara." Shen Ling said to the attending maid, "Catherine is going to teach me painting today, so I need to see my brushes and paint box after breakfast."

"Yes, miss."

With the help of Barbara, Shen Ling put on a satin coat, fastened a long belt, combed her long brown hair, and walked to the breakfast room lightly.

At the long table in the breakfast room, Mr. Browning and Mrs. Browning, who were in their thirties, had already been seated. Shen Ling bowed to them and sat in his seat.

"Dai, can you tell me if there is a problem with my eyes, the hardcover "Confession" has disappeared from the bookshelf." Mr. Browning smiled gently.

Shen Ling opened those beautiful black eyes and laughed: "Dad, I think he might be tired on the bookshelf, so he went out for a walk. When he finishes his walk, he will come back." After the memory of the original owner, Shen Ling opened his mouth on these European languages.

Mr. Browning shrugged and smiled fascinatingly: "Then I hope it will end the journey as soon as possible and return to the bookshelf before tonight."

Shen Ling blinked mischievously: "It will, Dad." Eight or nine-year-olds are not so good, and they have to be lively and innocent all the time.

Mrs. Browning cut the toasted bread into slices with a knife and fork, then handed it to Mr. Browning and Shen Ling, and finally said to Shen Ling: "My sweetheart, Mrs. Rivers will take her with her this afternoon. Two little daughters from here, I’ll inform you that you must entertain them warmly."

Shen Ling shrugged helplessly and said, "Okay, Mom."

After breakfast, Shen Ling went down to the table, kissed Mr. Browning, and said, "Dad, be careful on the way. Say hello to Uncle Henry for me."

Mr. Browning gave a crooked smile: "I will convey your greetings."

Mrs. Browning looked at the two of them. "It's late, sweetheart, you should go to Catherine's class."

Shen Ling stuck out his tongue, and led Barbara out of the breakfast room to the classroom on the second floor. Katherine, the tutor, was already waiting inside and was painting a watercolor.

"Catherine, good morning."

Catherine turned her head and stood up and said politely: "Miss Diana, today we are here to learn painting. I hope I can give you a vivid lesson."

Catherine was born in a priest's family. She was taught by her father who graduated from Oxford since she was a child. She has outstanding attainments in painting, French, and music. Therefore, Shen Ling has always been learning with gusto without feeling any boring.

Catherine drew a few pictures before class to show her. Catherine inherited the classical style of painting, emphasizing the realism of the characters, the clear and recognizable pictures, and the delicate techniques.

She first taught Shen Ling how to make the colors of the painting uniform and harmonious, and slowly made her interested in these colorful colors, and then taught her some basic painting techniques, which passed by Shen Ling's investment in the morning. .

When the maid Barbara reminded her that it was time for lunch, Shen Ling reluctantly said goodbye to these colors, nodded to Catherine, and went to lunch.

Only she and Mrs. Browning had lunch. Shen Ling cut off a goose wing and asked while eating, "Mom, is there anything important for Mrs. Rivers to come over this afternoon?"

Mrs. Browning blinked and said: "Dai, you should know that your father will hold a dance party at home next month. I guess Mrs. Rivers is here to know who is coming! Then she knows what to do. How many daughters to bring to the dance party."

Shen Ling smiled softly. Mrs. Rivers has seven daughters, the oldest is sixteen years old, and the youngest is one year younger than her.

Now that he knew the purpose of their coming, Shen Ling no longer bothered to study, and concentrated on dealing with the goose wings in front of him.

After lunch, Shen Ling did not choose to take a lunch break. She has not finished reading the "Confessions". According to the agreement, she will put the book on Mr. Browning's bookshelf before tonight. This is really sad. Thing.

In the living room, Shen Ling sat on a low chair in the corner and devoted himself to Rousseau's emotional world.

When Barbara walked into the room, Shen Ling looked up from the book: "Oh, Barbara, have I forgotten something?"

Barbara blinked: "If I remember correctly, the lady is going to receive Mrs. Rivers and her daughters this afternoon."

A mocking smile appeared on Shen Ling's face: "Maybe two daughters, maybe three daughters, no less than one. Oh, I hope I won't see Katie, she really shouldn't touch me last time. book."

Mrs. Rivers still looked very young, her face was as delicate as a May rose, and her daughters naturally inherited the beauty of their mothers.

The eldest daughter Elizabeth is the most beautiful, her skin is as smooth as marble, her big blue eyes are like two transparent blue crystals, she looks at Shen Ling a little shyly.

Shen Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs. Rivers took only one daughter with Elizabeth this time, and it was precisely that Shen Ling only had a good opinion of Elizabeth, because she never touched her book, nor would she disturb her reading.

You must know that the system sent her to Europe this time, not for her to enjoy the noble life, but for giving her the task of becoming a talented woman. Because of this task, Shen Ling would not want to read books all the time to improve his literary literacy. Fortunately, she herself likes these classics. In the past, because she didn't learn English well, she couldn't read the originals. Now that he has inherited the memory of the original owner, reading these masterpieces is effortless, and Shen Ling is naturally willing to be with the books from time to time.

Mrs. Browning let Mrs. Rivers into a beautiful reception room, and at the same time instructed Shen Ling to entertain Elizabeth well.

Shen Ling took Elizabeth into his living room and ordered Barbara to serve two cups of tea, and the two began a short conversation.

"What do you want to do, Elizabeth?" Shen Ling asked expectantly. Every time she asks this, Elizabeth usually answers that she can stay alone, so Shen Ling can continue to hold her favorite book. .

But this time, Elizabeth did not answer Shen Ling's wishes, but asked a little shyly: "Diana, can you accompany me to the garden?"

Shen Ling was a little surprised, but nodded quickly: "Of course."

There was a burst of rose fragrance in the garden. Shen Ling picked one and played with it in her own hand. She was very curious about what Elizabeth would say to her next.

"Dai, did Mr. Browning invite Mr. Malfoy?" Elizabeth lowered her head slightly, lowering her head like a delicate rose.

"I'm sorry, Dad never told me about the dance party." Shen Ling shook his head regretfully.

Elizabeth was a little disappointed, but her courage was exhausted, and she was not enough to ask her other words.

After Mrs. Rivers took Elizabeth away, Shen Ling finally found the opportunity to ask Mrs. Browning: "Mom, who will attend this dance party?"

Mrs. Browning looked at her in surprise: "When does our little sweetheart care about such a problem?"

Shen Ling couldn't answer Mrs. Browning's jokes, and asked persistently: "Mom, is there any Mr. Malfoy's name in the prom list?"

Mrs. Browning said casually: "It was Elizabeth who asked you about it? But unfortunately, Mr. Malfoy will not attend our banquet. He is going to Paris, France this week. Your friend Elizabeth is obsessed with that playboy. Is not a good thing."

Playboy, Shen Ling thought about Eliza's innocent appearance during the day, and couldn't help frowning: "I don't want Playboy to come to our house!"

Mrs. Browning glanced at her: "Don't worry, sweetheart, your father has saved you this trouble. He won't invite Mr. Malfoy."

On the day of the manor's banquet, Mr. Malfoy, who was well-dressed and well-dressed, got down from the horse neatly and threw the whip to the servant.

The fellow Mr. Smith gave a few words to the footman, and turned to Mr. Malfoy: "Mr. Browning’s manor is very beautiful. Later you will know how correct it is to follow my advice and go to the prom. select."

Mr. Malfoy replied lazily: "I hope so!"

Mr. Smith patted him on the shoulder: "Man, cheer up. Mr. Browning's daughter is very beautiful, you can see it later."

Malfoy was suddenly energetic: "His daughter is very beautiful?"

Mr. Smith smiled mysteriously: "Very beautiful!"

"Excellent!" Malfoy's boredom was wiped off by a rag in an instant, and what was left was a heart of expectation.

After walking through a large lawn, we arrived at the place where the dance party was held. This is a very large living room, and it is very tall, with marble floors, four wall hangings full of oil paintings, amethyst vases on the table full of flowers, and bright candles everywhere. The guests seem to wear them as soon as they enter. Putting on a warm fragrant coat, I fully feel the heat and fragrance of the room.

When Mr. Browning saw Mr. Smith coming with Malfoy, the expression on his face looked like he had a cold, and his tone of voice to Mr. Malfoy was enough to scare away any visiting guests. But with the support of that beautiful Miss Browning, Mr. Malfoy persisted bravely.

Mr. Browning glanced at Mr. Smith: "Well, you will really surprise me. I hope you have fun today!"

Mr. Smith smiled indifferently: "If Miss Claire is on your list."

Mr. Browning did not speak any more, and walked over to the next group of arriving guests.

Shen Ling was nestled in a corner, yawning boredly. Mrs. Rivers took two daughters today. It was her least favorite Katie and Mary, so she hid here alone, preparing to take advantage of Mrs. Browning. If you don’t pay attention, you can sneak into the room.

While she was yawning, a young man came over, but because of the sofa, the young man did not notice Shen Ling sitting behind the sofa.

"Damn it!" the young man said to himself: "Why is Edmund here too?"

After the young man said this, he walked a few steps tightly, turned to the back of the sofa, and stepped on the satin skirt that Shen Ling was wearing without paying attention.

"This gentleman..." Shen Ling said in an unhappy voice. This is a new dress she just made, but it was trampled on by the youth in front of her.

The youth immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, my dear lady."

Just as Shen Ling was about to say something, the young man said again: "I would take the liberty to ask, I am Miss Browning's friend, can you tell me where she is now?"

Shen Ling looked at him like an idiot: "Sir, this is the first time we have met. I don't think this is enough to make you my friend!"

The young man, Malfoy’s eyes changed a little: "Excellent, if you have heard my name, you will know that I often make jokes like this."

Shen Ling raised her eyebrows: "Your name?"

Malfoy: "Edward Malfoy." Bowed: "Goodbye!"

When Shen Ling remembered that he was the playboy, Malfoy had disappeared before his eyes.

When Mr. Smith was about to walk towards the glamorous Miss Claire, Malfoy strode towards him: "Thank you very much for your kindness, for making me fortunate to meet Miss Browning. Now I have been fascinated by her. It’s upside down, so I have to run away from here as soon as possible."

Mr. Smith brought some smiles: "Isn't Miss Claire's smile enough to cover the clouds on Mr. Edmund's face?"

"If you were talking about the very beautiful Miss Browning, it might be able to cover the clouds on his face, but now I should go!" After Malfoy said this, he suddenly found that Mr. Edmund's eyes were looking towards him. Here, too late to say anything, he hurriedly left the living room.

After Malfoy left, Shen Ling saw that Mrs. Browning was graciously entertaining several noble ladies. He didn't notice her at all, so he slipped into the room with confidence.

While returning the "Confessions" to Mr. Browning's bookshelf last night, Shen Ling secretly extracted a comedy by Shakespeare. Mr. Browning has a complete set of Shakespeare, and one less will not let him find out too early.

Shen Ling secretly picked up from Mr. Browning's bookshelf for a long time, and he also had some experience in stealing books.

Of course, this Shakespeare's comedy is not as attractive to Shen Ling as "Confessions", but compared to the boring ladies in the hall, Shakespeare's comedy is still attractive.

Just after reading a few pages, a familiar voice interrupted her: "Dear Miss Browning, Madam asked me to inform you to go downstairs as soon as possible, and a distinguished lady wants to see you."

The visitor was Mrs. Browning's close-fitting maid. Shen Ling shrugged. After wearing here for a few months, she was quickly infected by the people around her. Whenever she was very helpless, she would have this action in her body.

Mrs. Browning is talking to a very fashionable lady with a diamond necklace on her neck. Shen Ling recognizes her. She is the Baroness Dubuvelle, and she is about the same age as Mrs. Browning. At this time, she is using that pair of amber. Lu's big eyes looked at Shen Ling who was walking.

Shen Ling bowed his knees and bowed: "The Baroness!"

The Baroness Doberville smiled brightly: "Hello, my dear Miss Browning."

Shen Ling smiled lively: "It's very nice to meet you!"

"I am also very happy to see you." Baroness Doberville blinked, "I hope I didn't interrupt our cute little sweetheart talking with her beloved book."

Mrs. Browning frowned slightly at her daughter, and Shen Ling immediately said: "Dear Baroness, I can assure you that I did not hold a beloved book before." What about that Shakespearean comedy? Can it be called her beloved book?

The smile on the baroness's face deepened: "That's great." She suddenly raised her right arm, "I want to introduce a friend to you."

"William," as the baroness called, a blond boy came over from the other side of the room.

This blond boy was two or three years older than Shen Ling. His features were very delicate, and he had clear blue eyes. When he approached Shen Ling, his eyes showed a little shyness.

"This is my son who has been studying in boarding school." The baroness introduced the blond boy to Shen Ling, "I hope you can get along well in the future."

When she said this, the baroness's gaze and Madame Browning's gaze met, revealing a comprehensive look.

"It's nice to meet you." Shen Ling bowed his knees and bowed.

William smiled embarrassedly: "I'm glad to see you too, Miss Browning."

After a simple greeting, the two fell silent.

Shen Ling's mind was still on the plot of the comedy, while William was shy and didn't know what to say.

Their mothers talked happily, and the baroness whispered: "I am really surprised about Mr. Browning's invitation to Mr. Malfoy."

Mrs. Browning explained: "Charlie did not invite him, it was Mr. Smith who brought him."

"I think Mr. Smith is probably afraid that the banquet will be too boring. It's a shame that I didn't see Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Edmund meeting. It must be very funny." The baroness's eyes flashed with curiosity. Mr. Demon will propose a duel!"

"Oh, that won't be true. I heard that Mr. Edmund planned to prepare a dowry of £20,000 to marry his sister to Mr. Malfoy. This matter will definitely be settled satisfactorily." Mrs. Browning said flatly. After these words, his tone meant to end the topic.

The baroness changed the subject when she saw this. It made the eavesdropping Shen Ling disappointed. This was the first time she heard anecdotes from the upper class since she wore it through.

The author has something to say: This is the first time I try this European style, and I feel so nervous!