The door opened, and the guests and hosts met their eyes for a moment. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Welcome, friend from the East. Your saint once said that it is a pleasure to have friends from afar, and tonight is the most surprising moment of my journey. Seeing Ye Fan for the first time, this young man with a very good temperament and extremely handsome appearance stroked his chest and greeted him, this kind of etiquette is an aristocratic etiquette that has been prevalent in the Middle Ages, and today, it is extremely rare to be like the rivers and lakes hugging fists and Taoist heads.

In any modern European royal family, it is difficult to see this kind of etiquette again.

This is the most orthodox, gentlemanly, and friendly aristocratic demeanor.

"Friend?" Ye Fan looked around at this luxurious and luxurious suite, and smiled: "When has the Chinese language been popularized to this extent?"

The furnishings in the room were very elegant, and on the wall above a gold imperial chair hung a gold-framed portrait of an ancient court nobleman, on which the man combed his big wavy blonde hair, and his facial features were handsome, seven or eight points similar to the young man of European descent in front of him.

The young man smiled: "Half an hour ago. ”

Half an hour ago, it was the time when Jiang Yuan massacred the police.

"Interesting. Ye Fan looked him up and down, the young man's figure was very well-proportioned, the neckline to the cuffs of the well-cut black court shirt were embroidered with intricate gold and silver threads, and the white shirt stretched out from the neck and wrists, and there were still layers of lace.

His golden hair is tied back in his head, and his gestures have the demeanor of the ancient court nobles, and if he appears in the salons and balls of high society, he will definitely attract countless ladies and ladies around him.

This is a man who turns all beings upside down, his demeanor, his elegance, must have been influenced by that environment since he was a child, and his identity must be extraordinary.

"You may be seated, leaf. The young man smiled and grabbed the bottle of ancient red wine on the table, pulled out the cork, and a rich aroma of aged brew filled the room.

Ye Fan sat down on the court chair opposite the round table and waited for his next step.

"In the ancient East, there are long legends and legends, fortunately, in my lifetime, I can make friends like Ye You. He poured his wine and opened the subject: "Don't worry about my sincerity, you can call me Edward, or Gawain." ”

When he said this, Ye Fan kept his eyes on the two pale women-like hands, and there was a slight discoloration in the depths of his eyes.

"Edward, what is your relationship with the British royal family?" Ye Fan asked seemingly casually, but he stopped pouring wine.

Edward smiled, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes, that kind of look, which made Ye Fan seem to capture something for a moment, but he was not sure.

"Haven't you heard the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, my friend?" said Edward, turning back to pour his wine, two goblets, each filled with a third of the bright red liquid.

"I'm sorry, but I don't dabble in European culture. Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, took the wine glass handed by Edward, glanced at the red temptation, and sniffed lightly: "This wine is old, right?"

"A product of the sixth century AD. Edward smiled calmly.

His eyes changed slightly, Ye Fan

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