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The sky's sunset glow was burning wantonly, and the gray-blue sky revealed a clear and bright gleam, like ink dripping into the clear water, slowly fainting, layering layer upon layer of slowly blending. The dark green bushes, light gray buildings, dark red wooden houses and dark brown roads are all hidden in a shadow, leaving only a vague outline, outlined and extended in the bright to brilliant light.
In a trance, it was impossible to tell whether it was dawn or just before sunset.
The ambiguity of time makes all the noise in the ear lose its meaning, the moment is magnificent, the moment is small, the surging heartbeat hits the chest one after another, as if playing the movement of life, all words and all thoughts ceased Stationed down, just staring blankly at the grandeur and vastness of this moment, quietly feeling the majesty spreading slowly.
It is hard to imagine that London can still see such a scene. The tranquility and majesty of Jane Austen's works can be re-interpreted in just a few strokes, giving people a glimpse of the beauty of the British Isles.
To be precise, this is not London, but a suburb of Greater London. Or the countryside.
For most people, the countryside seems to be the place where the poor live; but the residents of big cities know that the real rich only settle in the city, but choose to take a vacation in the suburbs, enjoying the space and freedom that money cannot buy. There is still silence that has almost disappeared.
Emma Fielding was looking at the manor in front of her quietly.
The typical British retro style seems to be older than the Victorian period. Every corner of the house can see traces of historical precipitation, leaving an elegant and noble tradition that will last forever, but the specific culture and connotation are lacking. She can't tell why she knows about architecture and antiques.
However, this does not prevent Emma from admiring this manor.
She had heard that going to such a manor for vacation is becoming a new trend in upper class society. Not only can you experience the environment and tranquility of the manor without being disturbed; but you can also enjoy the past aristocratic life, distinguished butlers, professional servants, a full set of experience, and truly reproduce the aristocratic life of centuries ago.
It costs 15,000 pounds a night.
This is only the cost of accommodation and services. If a party is held, the cost will need to be calculated separately.
For those traditional aristocrats who are gradually declining, this is an income that can sustain their wanton squandering; but for those who are rising up and coming to the upper class, it is an experience, as if they can survive after gilding. Straight waist is average.
As the manager of the Almeida Theater, Emma can get in touch with most of the upper-class people and get a first glimpse of the mysterious world, but she is still very far away from such a life. She never thought that one day, she would become such a manor party. The guest.
What's more, this is not a leased venue, but a private party organized by the real owner of the manor, Richard de Ville, Earl of Oxford, with completely different specifications and standards. Even if it's just an invitation letter, this is also a supreme honor for people to rush to.
This is a party specially held to commemorate the anniversary of the "Les Miserables" at the Almeida Theatre, but if only this is the case, as a theatre manager, Emma may not be eligible to attend; a further reason lies in the Earl of Oxford. The relationship with the London Theatre Association, they hope to use the excellent reputation of "Les Miserables" to continue to promote the revival of drama, and at the same time to win more sponsorship and investment.
As the pioneer of innovation in the industry, the Almeida Theater has won a place.
Even if I was really in it now, that incredible feeling still gurgled in my lower abdomen.
Not to lose weight, but still excited.
He picked up the champagne and took a sip. The flustered heartbeat calmed a little, and a familiar voice came from his ear, "It's best to control the weight now, otherwise, you will lose your mind in a while."
Following the voice, I saw the figure of John Cod, with a slight smile on his face, "Pay attention to other people. The drinks in your hands are all decorations. I start drinking now, or it is /addiction/ A gentleman, or an outsider."
Emma realized that her cheeks started to become slightly hot, on the surface, pretending to be calm; in actual action, this was the third glass of champagne. She just felt thirsty and unknowingly brought the glass to her mouth. . If it weren't for John's friendly reminder, she would never have noticed her gaffe, "God, I thought I was covering it up very well."
"Don't worry, they are a group of monsters. We are normal people. Being nervous is not a big deal." As he spoke, the seemingly calm John also picked up the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and noticed Emma's gaze. He explained, "This is brandy. It's more violent, but it also quenches thirst and avoids unknowingly ingesting too much."
Emma suddenly realized.
Feeling Emma’s admiring gaze, John pursed the corners of his mouth and actively explained, “This is the trick that Lanly told me. It’s just that I never knew what it was for, and thought it was college students who were doing it all night. Tips for the party. Until today."
Emma let out a long breath, "I think, I also need a glass of brandy." Because she feels thirsty again, the tension can't be eliminated at all, only alcohol can calm herself down a little, and don't reveal the flaws. You said, will the blue ceremony be there tonight?"
John shrugged, "Who knows." He looked around and lowered his voice slightly, "However, I seemed to have seen Mr. and Mrs. Hall in the garden area just now. So, I'm not sure. This is an accident. , It was arranged in advance, or it was the result of knowing it well. Phew, their lives are too complicated and it is really a headache."
"It's the same for ordinary families." Emma is not surprised, "Those working-class parents don't necessarily agree that their children choose actors as a path. Their opposition is more than that of the nobles. And. Then they also need to face the same situation, but the way to deal with it is different."
John thought about it for a moment and nodded, "It makes sense."
At this moment, two tall men came to face each other. John raised the brandy in his hand to give a slight gesture. Emma also noticed them later, and also raised the champagne glass to give a gesture. They walked over and walked slightly. After making a stop, he exchanged a few simple words, and then chose to leave, and took a step towards not far behind.
"They are both present. Does this mean that Renly will also be on stage?" Emma brought the cup close to her mouth again. Only then did she notice that the cup was emptied again. She really should change a glass of brandy. Up.
John's gaze followed the two men away, and he whispered, "Huh, maybe."
...
"God. It's just a private party, isn't it? Why is the scene spread so big?" After bidding farewell to John and Emma, Eaton-Door stood up silently and moved stiffly. Shoulder, just staying for less than 30 minutes on such an occasion, he felt like he had just finished 30 kilometers.
Andre Hamilton appeared to be comfortable, and chuckled lightly, "Isn't this just what you want? When you are full of energy, you can concentrate on work; when you are tired, you can quietly disappear. It is the most suitable for you to play. Occasion."
Eaton stood beside him with a helpless expression of surrender, his eyes released the meaning of surrender, Andre curled his lips, "Chatting with you is always so boring. Alas, I already miss Lan Li now. Now, even Matthew is here."
In the face of such complaints, Eaton also smiled, neither refuting nor defending. Andre’s attack was like falling on a ball of cotton, so soft that there was no place to stay, it was even more discouraging, but for Andre Speaking of which, I have long been used to it, shaking the whiskey in my hand gently, thinking carefully:
Should you choose to get drunk and unconscious after drinking? Or should we continue to wait boringly to see if Lan Li's arrival will lead to a **** drama?
Stopping and walking, the footsteps of the two finally came to the host of today’s dinner. Richard De Vere was admonishing the waiter. After the matter was over, he took the initiative to smile at the person who came, "Welcome, welcome , The young people came to the party, the atmosphere always became a lot more active."
"But you don't care." Andrei relentlessly complained to ~www.novelhall.com~ You only care about drama, don't you? "
"That can't be said. Young blood is essential to the drama industry. I always value young people very much." Richard said solemnly, showing the importance and concern for the future of drama.
Eaton responded with a smile, "That's why you like Renly so much, right?"
"This is one of the reasons. But in the final analysis, his strength and talent are the most important. It's like Andre is standing on the stage of the drama, but I will never show any concern. This is a truth." Richard Tucao is easy to come by.
Andre also didn’t care, “If you are looking forward to Renly’s attendance, then I think you may have made a wrong decision. First, he doesn’t like such a grand occasion; second, the Hall family won’t Love this kind of encounter. George and Elizabeth are present, is this your handwriting?"
"If I say that all this is an accident, do you believe it?" Richard did not answer directly, but showed his innocence.
Andre chuckled lightly. "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. The important thing is, do Renly and George believe it? Also, do you care?"
"Andre, I am really sad to hear you say this. You should know that I really like Renly." Richard said with a serious expression, but then he smiled. Came out, "What's more, I don't think this matter is so tricky. In the past few months, George and Elizabeth have been very decent, have they not?"
Andre and Eaton exchanged glances calmly, retracted their jaws meaningfully, and said with a prolonged ending, "Yes, that's true."
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The sky's sunset glow was burning wantonly, and the gray-blue sky revealed a clear and bright gleam, like ink dripping into the clear water, slowly fainting, layering layer upon layer of slowly blending. The dark green bushes, light gray buildings, dark red wooden houses and dark brown roads are all hidden in a shadow, leaving only a vague outline, outlined and extended in the bright to brilliant light.
In a trance, it was impossible to tell whether it was dawn or just before sunset.
The ambiguity of time makes all the noise in the ear lose its meaning, the moment is magnificent, the moment is small, the surging heartbeat hits the chest one after another, as if playing the movement of life, all words and all thoughts ceased Stationed down, just staring blankly at the grandeur and vastness of this moment, quietly feeling the majesty spreading slowly.
It is hard to imagine that London can still see such a scene. The tranquility and majesty of Jane Austen's works can be re-interpreted in just a few strokes, giving people a glimpse of the beauty of the British Isles.
To be precise, this is not London, but a suburb of Greater London. Or the countryside.
For most people, the countryside seems to be the place where the poor live; but the residents of big cities know that the real rich only settle in the city, but choose to take a vacation in the suburbs, enjoying the space and freedom that money cannot buy. There is still silence that has almost disappeared.
Emma Fielding was looking at the manor in front of her quietly.
The typical British retro style seems to be older than the Victorian period. Every corner of the house can see traces of historical precipitation, leaving an elegant and noble tradition that will last forever, but the specific culture and connotation are lacking. She can't tell why she knows about architecture and antiques.
However, this does not prevent Emma from admiring this manor.
She had heard that going to such a manor for vacation is becoming a new trend in upper class society. Not only can you experience the environment and tranquility of the manor without being disturbed; but you can also enjoy the past aristocratic life, distinguished butlers, professional servants, a full set of experience, and truly reproduce the aristocratic life of centuries ago.
It costs 15,000 pounds a night.
This is only the cost of accommodation and services. If a party is held, the cost will need to be calculated separately.
For those traditional aristocrats who are gradually declining, this is an income that can sustain their wanton squandering; but for those who are rising up and coming to the upper class, it is an experience, as if they can survive after gilding. Straight waist is average.
As the manager of the Almeida Theater, Emma can get in touch with most of the upper-class people and get a first glimpse of the mysterious world, but she is still very far away from such a life. She never thought that one day, she would become such a manor party. The guest.
What's more, this is not a leased venue, but a private party organized by the real owner of the manor, Richard de Ville, Earl of Oxford, with completely different specifications and standards. Even if it's just an invitation letter, this is also a supreme honor for people to rush to.
This is a party specially held to commemorate the anniversary of the "Les Miserables" at the Almeida Theatre, but if only this is the case, as a theatre manager, Emma may not be eligible to attend; a further reason lies in the Earl of Oxford. The relationship with the London Theatre Association, they hope to use the excellent reputation of "Les Miserables" to continue to promote the revival of drama, and at the same time to win more sponsorship and investment.
As the pioneer of innovation in the industry, the Almeida Theater has won a place.
Even if I was really in it now, that incredible feeling still gurgled in my lower abdomen.
Not to lose weight, but still excited.
He picked up the champagne and took a sip. The flustered heartbeat calmed a little, and a familiar voice came from his ear, "It's best to control the weight now, otherwise, you will lose your mind in a while."
Following the voice, I saw the figure of John Cod, with a slight smile on his face, "Pay attention to other people. The drinks in your hands are all decorations. I start drinking now, or it is /addiction/ A gentleman, or an outsider."
Emma realized that her cheeks started to become slightly hot, on the surface, pretending to be calm; in actual action, this was the third glass of champagne. She just felt thirsty and unknowingly brought the glass to her mouth. . If it weren't for John's friendly reminder, she would never have noticed her gaffe, "God, I thought I was covering it up very well."
"Don't worry, they are a group of monsters. We are normal people. Being nervous is not a big deal." As he spoke, the seemingly calm John also picked up the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and noticed Emma's gaze. He explained, "This is brandy. It's more violent, but it also quenches thirst and avoids unknowingly ingesting too much."
Emma suddenly realized.
Feeling Emma’s admiring gaze, John pursed the corners of his mouth and actively explained, “This is the trick that Lanly told me. It’s just that I never knew what it was for, and thought it was college students who were doing it all night. Tips for the party. Until today."
Emma let out a long breath, "I think, I also need a glass of brandy." Because she feels thirsty again, the tension can't be eliminated at all, only alcohol can calm herself down a little, and don't reveal the flaws. You said, will the blue ceremony be there tonight?"
John shrugged, "Who knows." He looked around and lowered his voice slightly, "However, I seemed to have seen Mr. and Mrs. Hall in the garden area just now. So, I'm not sure. This is an accident. , It was arranged in advance, or it was the result of knowing it well. Phew, their lives are too complicated and it is really a headache."
"It's the same for ordinary families." Emma is not surprised, "Those working-class parents don't necessarily agree that their children choose actors as a path. Their opposition is more than that of the nobles. And. Then they also need to face the same situation, but the way to deal with it is different."
John thought about it for a moment and nodded, "It makes sense."
At this moment, two tall men came to face each other. John raised the brandy in his hand to give a slight gesture. Emma also noticed them later, and also raised the champagne glass to give a gesture. They walked over and walked slightly. After making a stop, he exchanged a few simple words, and then chose to leave, and took a step towards not far behind.
"They are both present. Does this mean that Renly will also be on stage?" Emma brought the cup close to her mouth again. Only then did she notice that the cup was emptied again. She really should change a glass of brandy. Up.
John's gaze followed the two men away, and he whispered, "Huh, maybe."
...
"God. It's just a private party, isn't it? Why is the scene spread so big?" After bidding farewell to John and Emma, Eaton-Door stood up silently and moved stiffly. Shoulder, just staying for less than 30 minutes on such an occasion, he felt like he had just finished 30 kilometers.
Andre Hamilton appeared to be comfortable, and chuckled lightly, "Isn't this just what you want? When you are full of energy, you can concentrate on work; when you are tired, you can quietly disappear. It is the most suitable for you to play. Occasion."
Eaton stood beside him with a helpless expression of surrender, his eyes released the meaning of surrender, Andre curled his lips, "Chatting with you is always so boring. Alas, I already miss Lan Li now. Now, even Matthew is here."
In the face of such complaints, Eaton also smiled, neither refuting nor defending. Andre’s attack was like falling on a ball of cotton, so soft that there was no place to stay, it was even more discouraging, but for Andre Speaking of which, I have long been used to it, shaking the whiskey in my hand gently, thinking carefully:
Should you choose to get drunk and unconscious after drinking? Or should we continue to wait boringly to see if Lan Li's arrival will lead to a **** drama?
Stopping and walking, the footsteps of the two finally came to the host of today’s dinner. Richard De Vere was admonishing the waiter. After the matter was over, he took the initiative to smile at the person who came, "Welcome, welcome , The young people came to the party, the atmosphere always became a lot more active."
"But you don't care." Andrei relentlessly complained to ~www.novelhall.com~ You only care about drama, don't you? "
"That can't be said. Young blood is essential to the drama industry. I always value young people very much." Richard said solemnly, showing the importance and concern for the future of drama.
Eaton responded with a smile, "That's why you like Renly so much, right?"
"This is one of the reasons. But in the final analysis, his strength and talent are the most important. It's like Andre is standing on the stage of the drama, but I will never show any concern. This is a truth." Richard Tucao is easy to come by.
Andre also didn’t care, “If you are looking forward to Renly’s attendance, then I think you may have made a wrong decision. First, he doesn’t like such a grand occasion; second, the Hall family won’t Love this kind of encounter. George and Elizabeth are present, is this your handwriting?"
"If I say that all this is an accident, do you believe it?" Richard did not answer directly, but showed his innocence.
Andre chuckled lightly. "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. The important thing is, do Renly and George believe it? Also, do you care?"
"Andre, I am really sad to hear you say this. You should know that I really like Renly." Richard said with a serious expression, but then he smiled. Came out, "What's more, I don't think this matter is so tricky. In the past few months, George and Elizabeth have been very decent, have they not?"
Andre and Eaton exchanged glances calmly, retracted their jaws meaningfully, and said with a prolonged ending, "Yes, that's true."
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Three heads mobile version read the URL:
The sky's sunset glow was burning wantonly, and the gray-blue sky revealed a clear and bright gleam, like ink dripping into the clear water, slowly fainting, layering layer upon layer of slowly blending. The dark green bushes, light gray buildings, dark red wooden houses and dark brown roads are all hidden in a shadow, leaving only a vague outline, outlined and extended in the bright to brilliant light.In a trance, it was impossible to tell whether it was dawn or just before sunset.The ambiguity of time makes all the noise in the ear lose its meaning, the moment is magnificent, the moment is small, the surging heartbeat hits the chest one after another, as if playing the movement of life, all words and all thoughts ceased Stationed down, just staring blankly at the grandeur and vastness of this moment, quietly feeling the majesty spreading slowly.It is hard to imagine that London can still see such a scene. The tranquility and majesty of Jane Austen's works can be re-interpreted in just a few strokes, giving people a glimpse of the beauty of the British Isles.To be precise, this is not London, but a suburb of Greater London. Or the countryside.For most people, the countryside seems to be the place where the poor live; but the residents of big cities know that the real rich only settle in the city, but choose to take a vacation in the suburbs, enjoying the space and freedom that money cannot buy. There is still silence that has almost disappeared.Emma Fielding was looking at the manor in front of her quietly.The typical British retro style seems to be older than the Victorian period. Every corner of the house can see traces of historical precipitation, leaving an elegant and noble tradition that will last forever, but the specific culture and connotation are lacking. She can't tell why she knows about architecture and antiques.However, this does not prevent Emma from admiring this manor.She had heard that going to such a manor for vacation is becoming a new trend in upper class society. Not only can you experience the environment and tranquility of the manor without being disturbed; but you can also enjoy the past aristocratic life, distinguished butlers, professional servants, a full set of experience, and truly reproduce the aristocratic life of centuries ago.It costs 15,000 pounds a night.This is only the cost of accommodation and services. If a party is held, the cost will need to be calculated separately.For those traditional aristocrats who are gradually declining, this is an income that can sustain their wanton squandering; but for those who are rising up and coming to the upper class, it is an experience, as if they can survive after gilding. Straight waist is average.As the manager of the Almeida Theater, Emma can get in touch with most of the upper-class people and get a first glimpse of the mysterious world, but she is still very far away from such a life. She never thought that one day, she would become such a manor party. The guest.What's more, this is not a leased venue, but a private party organized by the real owner of the manor, Richard de Ville, Earl of Oxford, with completely different specifications and standards. Even if it's just an invitation letter, this is also a supreme honor for people to rush to.This is a party specially held to commemorate the anniversary of the "Les Miserables" at the Almeida Theatre, but if only this is the case, as a theatre manager, Emma may not be eligible to attend; a further reason lies in the Earl of Oxford. The relationship with the London Theatre Association, they hope to use the excellent reputation of "Les Miserables" to continue to promote the revival of drama, and at the same time to win more sponsorship and investment.As the pioneer of innovation in the industry, the Almeida Theater has won a place.Even if I was really in it now, that incredible feeling still gurgled in my lower abdomen.Not to lose weight, but still excited.He picked up the champagne and took a sip. The flustered heartbeat calmed a little, and a familiar voice came from his ear, "It's best to control the weight now, otherwise, you will lose your mind in a while."Following the voice, I saw the figure of John Cod, with a slight smile on his face, "Pay attention to other people. The drinks in your hands are all decorations. I start drinking now, or it is /addiction/ A gentleman, or an outsider."Emma realized that her cheeks started to become slightly hot, on the surface, pretending to be calm; in actual action, this was the third glass of champagne. She just felt thirsty and unknowingly brought the glass to her mouth. . If it weren't for John's friendly reminder, she would never have noticed her gaffe, "God, I thought I was covering it up very well.""Don't worry, they are a group of monsters. We are normal people. Being nervous is not a big deal." As he spoke, the seemingly calm John also picked up the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and noticed Emma's gaze. He explained, "This is brandy. It's more violent, but it also quenches thirst and avoids unknowingly ingesting too much."Emma suddenly realized.Feeling Emma's admiring gaze, John pursed the corners of his mouth and actively explained, This is the trick that Lanly told me. It's just that I never knew what it was for, and thought it was college students who were doing it all night. Tips for the party. Until today."Emma let out a long breath, "I think, I also need a glass of brandy." Because she feels thirsty again, the tension can't be eliminated at all, only alcohol can calm herself down a little, and don't reveal the flaws. You said, will the blue ceremony be there tonight?"John shrugged, "Who knows." He looked around and lowered his voice slightly, "However, I seemed to have seen Mr. and Mrs. Hall in the garden area just now. So, I'm not sure. This is an accident. , It was arranged in advance, or it was the result of knowing it well. Phew, their lives are too complicated and it is really a headache.""It's the same for ordinary families." Emma is not surprised, "Those working-class parents don't necessarily agree that their children choose actors as a path. Their opposition is more than that of the nobles. And. Then they also need to face the same situation, but the way to deal with it is different."John thought about it for a moment and nodded, "It makes sense."At this moment, two tall men came to face each other. John raised the brandy in his hand to give a slight gesture. Emma also noticed them later, and also raised the champagne glass to give a gesture. They walked over and walked slightly. After making a stop, he exchanged a few simple words, and then chose to leave, and took a step towards not far behind."They are both present. Does this mean that Renly will also be on stage?" Emma brought the cup close to her mouth again. Only then did she notice that the cup was emptied again. She really should change a glass of brandy. Up.John's gaze followed the two men away, and he whispered, "Huh, maybe."..."God. It's just a private party, isn't it? Why is the scene spread so big?" After bidding farewell to John and Emma, Eaton-Door stood up silently and moved stiffly. Shoulder, just staying for less than 30 minutes on such an occasion, he felt like he had just finished 30 kilometers.Andre Hamilton appeared to be comfortable, and chuckled lightly, "Isn't this just what you want? When you are full of energy, you can concentrate on work; when you are tired, you can quietly disappear. It is the most suitable for you to play. Occasion."Eaton stood beside him with a helpless expression of surrender, his eyes released the meaning of surrender, Andre curled his lips, "Chatting with you is always so boring. Alas, I already miss Lan Li now. Now, even Matthew is here."In the face of such complaints, Eaton also smiled, neither refuting nor defending. Andre's attack was like falling on a ball of cotton, so soft that there was no place to stay, it was even more discouraging, but for Andre Speaking of which, I have long been used to it, shaking the whiskey in my hand gently, thinking carefully:Should you choose to get drunk and unconscious after drinking? Or should we continue to wait boringly to see if Lan Li's arrival will lead to a **** drama?Stopping and walking, the footsteps of the two finally came to the host of today's dinner. Richard De Vere was admonishing the waiter. After the matter was over, he took the initiative to smile at the person who came, "Welcome, welcome , The young people came to the party, the atmosphere always became a lot more active.""But you don't care." Andrei relentlessly complained to ~www.novelhall.com~ You only care about drama, don't you? ""That can't be said. Young blood is essential to the drama industry. I always value young people very much." Richard said solemnly, showing the importance and concern for the future of drama.Eaton responded with a smile, "That's why you like Renly so much, right?""This is one of the reasons. But in the final analysis, his strength and talent are the most important. It's like Andre is standing on the stage of the drama, but I will never show any concern. This is a truth." Richard Tucao is easy to come by.Andre also didn't care, If you are looking forward to Renly's attendance, then I think you may have made a wrong decision. First, he doesn't like such a grand occasion; second, the Hall family won't Love this kind of encounter. George and Elizabeth are present, is this your handwriting?""If I say that all this is an accident, do you believe it?" Richard did not answer directly, but showed his innocence.Andre chuckled lightly. "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. The important thing is, do Renly and George believe it? Also, do you care?""Andre, I am really sad to hear you say this. You should know that I really like Renly." Richard said with a serious expression, but then he smiled. Came out, "What's more, I don't think this matter is so tricky. In the past few months, George and Elizabeth have been very decent, have they not?"Andre and Eaton exchanged glances calmly, retracted their jaws meaningfully, and said with a prolonged ending, "Yes, that's true."Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Three heads mobile version read the URL:
