With black carriages and vermilion-painted wheels, the sound of rolling carriages was like rain as they passed through the streets of Milan. The handsome horses were carefully taken care of by the coachmen every day. Although the internal combustion engine seemed to have appeared, it had just started, so the nobles traveled.

The carriage is probably the Mercedes-Benz of this era,

Fangran sat on a chair with silk cushions. It was the first time he sat in such an ancient European carriage. He looked at the hanging decorations outside the glass window and the streets of Milan, thinking about this in trance.

Thirty minutes later,

Milan, Via Montenapoleone.

Via Montenapoleone, a name that probably dates back to the 18th century, represents Milan. It is also the most elegant and expensive shopping street in the whole of Italy, where aristocratic ladies often hang out!

You can find high-end boutiques of many of the world's top fashion brands here. Although not everyone can afford it, everyone does want to see the true appearance of these big brands. You don't need to bring anything home.

Even if you come to this street to take a look, you will be infected by the beautiful buildings and strong fashion atmosphere on the street.

Holding the girl's slender hand in her long sleeves, watching her carefully step on the steps with her skirt and cowhide short boots, and walk down the luxurious carriage inside, it felt like a fairy tale.

Looking around, Fangran saw a street that was naturally full of classical beauty. There were also many horse-drawn carriages parked on the roadside. The gentleman in black suit stretched out his hand, and the graceful lady lifted up her complicated skirt. In the early twentieth century,

Time faded behind them, and they walked elegantly into European-style buildings full of Italian style.

Perhaps at this moment, Monte Napoleon Street is not as crowded with people, famous cars, and familiar brand names like Armani, Versace, Fendi, and Hermes as it is in modern times, but it has begun to take shape at this moment.

"Is this Via Napoleon? The most prosperous shopping street in Milan?"

Fangran looked around and felt that it was not as luxurious as he imagined. It just seemed that he had a high style and temperament, and he did not see those figures in ordinary clothes walking on this street.

After hearing what he said, Ling turned to confirm with Sharon who came with them, then nodded to Fangran with her delicate face and said:

"Sharon, she said this is where it is."

"Yeah, it's a little simpler than I thought,"

Fangran smiled, and then blinked his eyes, trying to infect Ling with his liveliness. In his childhood, Ling always had no expression:

"Ling, do you think so?"

But unfortunately it failed.

By the way...My Queen, why were you so introverted when you were a child? You have a face that makes people want to pinch it...

Fangran muttered in his mind and was a little distracted, and then his hands subconsciously reached out to the face of the girl in front of him, and a voice sounded in his mind that he had wanted to do this for a long time...

Hey, I pinch~

"Woo..."

The startled girl suddenly opened her eyes and made a frightened sound like a small animal, which instantly penetrated the heart of her old father Fangran...

Ah Wei is on top, hey hey, so soft...

Feeling like holding a piece of white pudding, Fangran blinked blankly and looked at Ling, who had calmed down from the initial panic and looked at him like a small animal with his wide-open light golden pupils.

Um (cute)... It is said that I will be replaced by the future queen.

You should have been beaten to death if you did this...

"Ahem...Ling, is there anything you want or a place you want to go?"

Looking at the girl who was standing there obediently while her face was being pinched by him, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt. Fangran coughed covertly, then turned around and asked, pretending that he had done nothing:

"Sharon, do you know anything?"

His light golden eyes glanced at the young man who was pretending to cough and even forgot that Sharon couldn't understand what he was saying. Ling, who was wondering why he suddenly pinched her face, turned around and asked Sharon if she knew anything.

"I know that the lady I worked for always mentioned that there was a store selling dresses and jewelry that was very famous in the circle. It seemed to be right in front of her."

After getting the information from the reliable head maid, Fangran looked at Ling and said with a smile:

"Then let's go, Ling, what do you think of bracelets? Well...by the way, are there such things as bracelets in Italy?"

After a short walk, I walked along the streets of European-style buildings hidden in classical beauty. I opened the door with wooden handles inlaid with gold and saw the elegant and luxurious European-style hall. The golden sunlight from the white-rimmed glass windows poured into the room, shining on those

A complicated palace-style dress held up by human hangers,

From the cutting materials of the dress, to the exquisite makeup and hair, to the headgear, earrings, fans and other accessories suitable for different characters, lace, silk, veil, bustle, each product with various elements has a certain personality.

Age-appropriate beauty is displayed in this store.

The moment they entered the door, they saw a female sculpture made of glass placed in front of the door. It was placed in the most conspicuous place in the hall like a work of art. They could feel the owner's desire to show off.

But when the door was opened, everyone in the store subconsciously looked over, and when they saw a very young man, they all frowned in displeasure.

"Sir, sir, please wait a moment!"

The waiter at the door caught up with Fangran and was surprised for a second by his foreign appearance, and then said with slight hesitation:

"I'm sorry, young sir, our place is not open to guests like you, not to mention that Countess Loomis is already here today."

The implication was that young men without noble status were not allowed to enter. Fangran didn't understand it at all, but he could see it from the other party's expression.

It seems that I am not welcome here.

I planned to ask Ling what he said. If there were any normal and reasonable rules, Fangran didn't intend to embarrass the other party, just change it.

But just then!

"Oh, honey, what do I see?!"

A female voice of exclamation came from diagonally above, and everyone in the hall raised their gazes. On the rotating carpeted stairs, Fangran saw a graceful woman with several maids behind her, holding up a beige palace skirt.

He walked down the stairs with a bang, and then locked his eyes on Fangran.

Ling is wearing a black and white gothic dress and long sleeves tied with her hands.

"What a beautiful girl and dress!"

"Mrs. Loomis, aren't you upstairs admiring..."

The waiter didn't even need to say anything. A man with gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a manager had been standing behind the counter and came over with a smile.

"Little girl, you have a beautiful dress. Where does it come from? Who designed it?"

Completely ignoring the man's words, Countess Loomis only stared at Ling's long dress. She felt that the black dress with white lace decoration and the long sleeves with lace on the girl in front of her was simply a work of art!

No one knows what a favorite dress means to a woman like Countess Loomis in this era. She asked directly in a short and hasty manner, which scared Ling and didn't know how to answer. She hid half of her body in the square and then

noodle.

Fangran stretched out his hand to block her, preventing the countess from further contact and asking questions. She frowned slightly, and then she remembered that she shouldn't ask a little girl like this. Mrs. Loomis recognized her guardian and looked at Fangran,

Then he raised his eyebrows in slight surprise and said:

"It seems that I have never seen your face...foreigner? Ha, no wonder you feel so strange."

Opening the feathered fan, the countess spoke with a smile, her eyes already filled with a slight smile.

The circle is so big. At a certain level, you can basically know a few people. In the upper-class aristocratic circle in Milan, no one knows this better than a noble lady like her, so she doesn’t need to take a glance.

Anyone who recognizes Fang Ran's identity as a foreigner knows that the young man in front of him is not a noble.

And this is a shop that only nobles have the confidence to come to.

"But these are not important. Sir from abroad, listen, I have a good suggestion,"

Wearing a beige skirt that almost dragged on the floor, Mrs. Loomis was obviously just talking with a smile, but her condescending tone still came out of her mouth, more like a countess' request than a suggestion.

"Sell me the skirt she is wearing for 100...no, 200 lire silver coins, and I will keep this store open to you forever. How about it? A good deal, isn't it?"

Fangran glanced at her, and then decided to comfort Ling first and tell her not to be afraid. He knelt down and winked at the girl gently, smiled and said in an active tone:

"Don't worry, it's okay, it doesn't matter."

Ling, who was a little uneasy looking at the Countess in a palace dress, looked at Fang Ran and nodded slightly.

It took about a minute for Fangran to understand the general situation from Sharon's sentence-by-sentence narration and Ling's translation.

Then he smiled.

It wasn't that he was angry or insulted, he just looked at the countess with a confident smile in the hall, the supervisor who looked embarrassed but looked at him obviously hoping for a compromise, and many upper-class nobles around him were watching.

The gaze here,

Fangran suddenly felt something ridiculous that he couldn't care less about.

"For 200 lire silver coins, this store will always be open to me?"

Regardless of whether anyone could understand it or not, Fangran repeated the conditions offered by the countess in front of him.

The changed mentality surged with the urge to do something that he had never wanted to do in the simplest and crudest way. The power of confession that came out of the capital that night spoke in his ear, just like Veroni

Ka once seductively whispered to him the words "enough is enough".

'Freedom, money, rights, status, and reputation are already yours, so you can do whatever you want...'

'How about being more honest about your desires, Fangran?'

Then he took out a notebook, and Sharon behind him stared at this incredible scene with wide eyes.

Because compared to the handwritten translation given by Yewang, he suddenly thought of a more convenient method, a method worth a piece of gold.

Mrs. Loomis frowned slightly in displeasure. She was very dissatisfied with Fangran talking in a language she didn't understand. In her opinion, this was a very rude move.

But just when she was about to say something, everyone saw the young man who was not in the aristocratic circle of Milan at all, looking at him with a troubled expression, hoping that he would not cause trouble.
To be continued...