Damn! What the hell is going on, why has Anna always been in a daze since she saw this oriental man! The tall foreign man beside him was eager to make Masaki disappear from his eyes.

Masaki already felt that the eyes around him seemed to be able to kill, and he was a little embarrassed, and reminded Oriana softly, "Your hand."

"Ha!" Hearing Masaki's voice, Oriana seemed to wake up, and hurriedly let go of her hand, and the whole person was red from her neck to her face, dyed her white neck, like a beautiful white swan.

Seeing this scene, the sound of swallowing saliva seemed to sound around him.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted," Oriona's explanation, which did not satisfy people's curiosity in the slightest.

Pollini watched this scene meaningfully from the side, he seemed to understand something after a long time, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, he didn't see that the charm of his new disciple seemed to be not shallow!

"It's okay, it's nice to get to know you officially", Masaki said with a smile and shaking his head.

After a brief greeting, Masaki and Pollini stepped aside and watched as Oriana was "worshipped" in the crowd like a peacock.

"Anna, that Oriental, what's the matter?" asked the man beside Oriana, as if jealous.

"It's nothing, I've had a relationship before", Orianna replied absentmindedly with a wine glass, her eyes wandering in the crowd, looking at the political discipline in the corner of the city, and a flash of brilliance.

"I think you have to be careful, that person doesn't look at you plainly, I've heard that Orientals are very scheming," the man pouted, catching Oriana's expression.

"That's enough, Zorn, I'm going to be alone, you go about your business," she said with a frown, as if touching Oriana's sensitivity.

The man stopped talking, looking at Oriana's resolute and beautiful face, and Oriana had been with him for a long time, he understood what kind of character this girl was, firm and persistent, and said nothing.

He looked in the direction of Masaki in the distance, and the jealousy and dissatisfaction in his eyes flashed, and he stepped aside.

"Hi"! A female voice as sweet as brocade sounded in his ears, and Masaki, who was drinking, raised his head, and Orianna stood in front of him with a smile.

"Hi", Masaki Haruka nodded in response.

"I didn't expect you to become a disciple of Mr. Pollini on such an occasion when we met again," Oriana sat down beside Masaki in the midst of the others' eyes.

"Indeed, I didn't expect you to be a princess," Masaki said with a smile.

"What about the princess, she's just an ordinary person, but you still say you can't play the piano?" said Orianna, looking directly at Masaki.

"When did I say that?" Masaki took a sip of wine and shook his head.

"Last time...."Oriana said halfway through before remembering that Masaki hadn't said he couldn't play the piano when we first met.

"It's my birthday," Oriana said, looking at Masaki with sparkling eyes.

"Happy birthday," Masaki raised his glass.

"The last time we met, it was also my birthday, wasn't it?" said Olina.

Masaki was slightly stunned and nodded: "It's indeed a coincidence, it seems that I owe you a birthday wish."

"Maybe it's a magical fate, but you don't owe me a blessing, I received the best birthday present last time", Olympian smiled sweetly in front of Masaki's eyes.

While Masaki and Oriana were chatting, a pair of jealous eyes looked in his direction, it was none other than the man who had been reprimanded by Oriana, who was drinking glass after glass from the waiter, and the more he looked at Masaki, the more unpleasant it became.

In terms of status, he is the son of a count, his status is noble, in terms of wealth, his family controls 30% of the jewelry trade in Europe, his father is called the king of jewelry, where can he compare with himself, but at the moment he won the favor of Oriana.

There is another point he didn't say, his family has always been to win a princess home as the goal, for this goal, they have tried countless times, Oriana is the most suitable and noble, if he can marry Orianna as a wife, there is no doubt that his family will be more noble, do everything possible, the family has sought for him to become a knight next to the princess, but at this moment he is watching her so close to another Oriental man!

"Find out what the man is all about," Zorn said to his men, gulping down the wine.

Get up and walk in the direction of Masaki, he can't and won't be willing to admit defeat!

"Anna, can we dance together?" Zorn walked up to Oriana, looked at Masaki defiantly, and held out his hand to Anna.

"Mr. Zheng, can you dance with me?" However, Oriana seemed to ignore Zorn at all, looking at Masaki with a pair of beautiful eyes, and asked expectantly.

Zorn on the side almost had a seizure on the spot when he saw this scene, but fortunately, the aristocratic cultivation allowed him to have enough self-cultivation.

The princess took the initiative to invite, how did Masaki refuse, although he felt the threat and dissatisfaction in Zorn's eyes, but would he care?

"It's an honor," Masaki nodded, gently holding the other party's hand.

"Did you see it? The princess danced with the oriental!"

"Tsk, this political discipline is not simple, and it can actually invite the princess's heart!"

Accompanied by soft music, the two danced slowly on the dance floor in the hall, leaving Zorn with a grim face to listen to the whispers of the people around him.

The dance ended, and Orianna blushed, when the lights dimmed around her, and then Zorn's voice sounded again.

"Anna, today is your birthday, I have prepared a gift for you", Zorn in a white suit slowly walked out of the light, holding a gift box in his hand, and said to Orianna with a smile, without the slightest dissatisfaction from before.

Orianna was in a daze, obviously not expecting that Zorn would choose this time to give her a gift.

People's attention was focused, and it was clear that the message of Oriana's birthday was equally important to them.

Zorn walked up to Oriana and slowly opened the delicate gift box, a pale blue light reflected from the box, and suddenly there was a gasp around him.

A string of blue, about twenty diamonds composed of graceful and luxurious necklace, lying quietly in the box, reflecting the dim light of the orchid, seems to be waiting for the owner's presence.

Orianna was clearly fascinated by the beauty of the jewel, and perhaps no woman could resist such a temptation.

A smug smile tugged at the corner of Zorne's mouth, he was sure that this gift was unique, it was a treasure he had chosen from his family's jewelry vault to surprise her on Oriona's birthday.

"The name of this necklace is "La Mer Heart", and there is a beautiful fairy tale about it, which is a story that takes place near Denmark. It was a small country that had long been forgotten and ignored by historians, there was no trace of it in textbooks, its existence had no impact on the course of human history, and no one would even notice whether it really existed, it was so inconspicuous.

Yet a long time ago, in such a small and inconspicuous country. There was an elderly king who was about to abdicate and decided to cede imperial power to his most charismatic son to inherit. And threatened that "whoever can get more love from the people will become the next king." So the princes embarked on a journey around the country, praising throughout the country to sympathize with the toil of the peasants and to listen to their voices in order to gain valuable experience.

And when one of the young princes came to a small coastal town on the border of the country, he heard about such a strange thing. There was a young girl in the village, and her appearance was as clear and beautiful as a daffodil blooming in the morning. But everyone has never seen her smile, let alone heard her speak.

"Maybe she's sick and can't talk to us. "There are simple villagers who tell the prince. "She doesn't speak, but she's a very kind person. ”

So the prince decided to go and see the beautiful and quiet girl.

When the prince knocked on the maiden's door and stood before her, he was stunned. In his travels all over the country, he had never seen such a smooth and flowing long golden hair in the breeze, silky delicate skin, eyes as blue as the clear sky of the Alps, warm fingers like jade, and cheeks as faint as a rose. Just like the porcelain doll of the ancient Orient, it makes people unbearable to touch and feel pity.

The prince decided on the spot to take the young girl back to the palace with him. While his elder brother summoned the marquis throughout the country to buy hearts and minds and win over the masses, the young prince accompanied the young girl in the palace. He called in the best doctors in the country to see the girl, and all the doctors came to the same conclusion, the girl was healthy, but she had a heart disease.

Something must have been a heavy burden on her heart. The prince could not forget the doctor's advice. "As long as she finds comfort in her heart, the illness will be resolved. ”

Later, the prince took her on a trip around the country, taking her to see the most beautiful scenery, the largest churches, and the most delicious food specialties in the country. Whenever she went to the sea, she would stare at the sea for a long time, and for other things, she would always respond to the prince with a smile.

Back at the palace, the prince could do nothing about it, but his heart told him that he was deeply in love with the girl. Although she could not speak, although she was sick, she could not stop the smile on her lips, the kind heart in her talking eyes. Finally, one day, the prince proposed to her. In this way, the whole country celebrated, and the story of the prince and the maiden spread ten, hundred, touching countless toiling people across the country, touching the cold-hearted merchants, and shaking the noble marquis who enjoyed power. As a result, the young prince was elected by the people as the new king of the country, and the girl who had been silent became the new queen of the country.