At the end of the dinner and the send-off of all the guests, the old horse has time to savor this historic castle in Provence. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He walked up the luxurious tulip staircase he had walked through during the day, carefully studying the oil paintings depicting the owners of the castle.

Although these owners were different in size, clothing, and expressions, they all had the same striking feature in front of the old horse: they all had soft, shiny blonde hair and eyes as bright as emeralds.

Lao Ma wondered if this was a family trait?

The old horse slowly paced to the second floor, a long corridor full of Renaissance romance, and the walls on both sides were still scattered with portraits of generations of leaders of Ninevie Manor.

Truth be told, the old horses love their warm hair and spring-like eyes.

Towards the end of the brightly lit corridor, the old horse was attracted by something, and he walked briskly over it, and then slowly stopped.

"My king, what are you studying?" Wan Ying walked up to Lao Ma's side and asked a little teasingly.

The old horse didn't seem to hear, and stared intently at the end of the corridor.

There are two paintings hanging side by side, one of a man and one of a woman, and the woman's painting is unique in this castle, because it is the only woman among all the portraits of the people in Ninevi Castle.

This woman is noble, glamorous, plump, with layers of silky luster long skirt slightly mopping the floor, golden hair pulled up high, snow-white skin reflecting the beautiful turquoise eyes, sexy ruddy lips with a mysterious smile.

The man next to her was slightly furnished, with a solemn expression, and the same blonde hair and blue eyes found in this castle.

"This is Mr. and Mrs. Bran, they are cousins, because after Mr. Bran died, the castle was in the hands of Mrs. Bran, so Mrs. Bran's portrait is also in it. Of course she also lets. The only woman in the history of the Ninivi family! ”

Although Lao Ma didn't ask, Wan Ying, who was next to Lao Ma, guessed his mind too well.

The old horse who got the answer said "oh", he seemed to be thinking about something? He turned his head to look in both directions again, and the doubts in his heart increased.

He heard Wan Ying beside him continue: "The one on the left wall is the son of the Brans, and on the right wall is the grandson of the Brans. That is, the one on the left is Mr. Theo's father, Mr. Wesley's grandfather, and the one on the right is Mr. Theo's brother, Mr. Wesley's father. ”

Although he got a clear and clear answer, this did not solve the mystery in the old horse's heart, because the two gentlemen on the left and right sides of the wall had the same light brown hair and a pair of shrewd gray-blue eyes as Dio and Wesley, which was too strange and unusual in this ancient castle!

The old horse habitually waited quietly for an answer, but Wanying did not speak again for a long time.

The cool night breeze of Provence is like a mischievous elf passing through the doors and windows of the castle and over the long corridors, where the various crystal chandeliers are blown to the east and west, and the bright lights become flickering.

Wan Ying, who was wearing an evening dress, shivered slightly, Lao Ma took off his suit jacket and put it on Wan Ying, he will always be the senior brother who is very good at hurting people in front of Wan Ying.

The old horse, who couldn't wait for an answer, spoke: "Wanying, since I came here, I have been thinking about a question, why do the descendants of the Ninivi family want to sell such a good ancestral property?" I don't think they look like people who are short of money! ”

The old horse continued to admire the oil painting in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this Madame Bran was a little familiar, and he tried to recall, but he still could not connect anything in his memory with the painting of the lady, who had been dead for many years.

Mrs. Bran's smile became a little strange in the flickering light.

"Maybe it's just a façade, nobles, emaciated camels are bigger than horses! Besides, before I came here, I had heard that Ninevi Manor was the most underrun of all their family's estates, and it was no surprise that negative equity was stripped of in modern management! Wan Ying answered Lao Ma's question again.

In fact, Feng Wanying didn't tell Lao Ma the truth completely, and the truth was that she pinched the other party's seven inches when she was negotiating with Mr. Theo.

When she came to Provence, after personally inspecting the Ninevi estate, she had the same questions as the old horse.

She hadn't seen Mr. Dio's previous helms, and she didn't dare to comment on it, but Mr. Dio was also well-known in the European business world, so why couldn't he run Ninivi Manor?

Even if the competition in the wine market is fierce, with the brand that Ninevi was once the emperor and the incomparable taste of Ninevi wines, the Nineville estate will not collapse on these two points alone.

Neither Gao Jianmin nor Gao Jianmin's project book answered her, but the answer she came to Provence after she came to Provence!

More than 50 kilometers away from Ninivi Manor, there is an ancient town of Leibo, and in the interval of the project inspection, Feng Wanying left Gao Jianmin to come here alone to relax.

Feng Wanying is very nostalgic and nostalgic wherever she goes, which is similar to Lao Ma.

Originally, Gao Jianmin was at the right and left at any time, but Wanying felt that going out for a walk was in the way with him, so what was he nodding beside him? This will attract strange glances from others.

So simply let him deal with the current operation team of Ninivi Manor, maybe there will be unexpected gains.

Wan Ying traveled lightly to Labo Town.

It was once the castle and domain of the Vulture in the Middle Ages, but their growing strength and disobedience to Louis XIII led to a military attack, and the brave and powerful Vulture were eventually defeated by the Knights Templar, who were supposedly loyal to Louis XIII, and the Templars had disappeared from history for more than 300 years.

From afar, this historic and legendary ancient town is perched on a hill made of grey rocks, surrounded by layers of green and purple fields spread out by a flat river.

Walking into the town, the eyes are full of sturdy and mottled huts made of this gray rock, such a gray tone is not dull, how can the romantic Provençal people endure the loneliness of this color?

Like innocent children, they painted the old wooden doors and windows with colorful and bright paint.

At this moment, the whole ancient town comes alive, and tourists of different skin colors and costumes are contrasting with each other.

Wanying wandered around with great interest, today's Labtest has long been free of the smoke of the past, and some are just full of tranquility, warmth and leisure.