As the last rays of the sun faded, Paris was enveloped in night, and the bustling crowd was relieved from their busy work and returned to their homes for a moment of rest. Yet, contrary to the vast majority of workers, for the social community of this country, the night does not mean the end of the day, but the beginning of the day.

At the Paris Opera House on Avenue d'Italia, a large number of elaborate carriages with various ornaments are parked early in the door, which is a rare spectacle on weekdays, which obviously indicates that tonight's performance is definitely not ordinary.

With the melodious music guiding the way, tonight's performance has reached its most exciting stage.

The summer night would have made people feel depressed and uneasy, but the originally noisy audience was silent at this time, staring with bated breath on the stage, and even the well-dressed ladies and ladies in the box forgot to show off their amorous style in front of the audience, and just looked at the singers on the stage intently.

The singer's face was coated with a thick layer of powder, so that he looked even paler, almost as if he had put on a delicate mask, so that he could not tell his age, but judging from the contours of his face, he was still handsome.

However, all the audience at this time did not pay attention to his face, but his incomparable voice.

In the center of the stage, in the focus of all eyes, he seemed to be unaware of it, and continued to sing selflessly. His voice is pure and crisp, and it is difficult to find such a pure voice even among female voices.

At first, his singing is very low, and then his music gradually increases little by little, slowly rising to the high notes. After a long aria in the high notes, the notes slowly fade down in the same way, descending to the low notes.

He kept raising and lowering the pitch repeatedly, showing everyone his impressive control over the music, the original operatic chant. Under his control, it seems to have turned into a gorgeous and exaggerated performance of singers on the stage.

Everyone watched his performance, listened to his singing, and immersed themselves in the highest level of audio-visual enjoyment of this era.

As the song ended, the singing stopped. The singer raised his head and looked at each audience member. It was as if he was waiting for the cheers and applause he deserved.

Immediately, applause rang out like thunder, and almost everyone cheered, even the originally proud ladies couldn't help but shout, asking him to continue his current performance. The cheers lasted for several minutes.

After the applause of the audience subsided, he continued to sing, this time in a very light voice, both pleasant and light. The rhythm is so light that it seems that even the violin accompanying it has a hard time keeping up.

At this time, the emotions of the audience have been mobilized to the highest point, and they involuntarily applaud and cheer while listening. The audience, the actors. In this music, the sound of cheers and cheers are intertwined, becoming the accompaniment of this glitzy era.

It was a rather perfect show, and almost every audience member was already impressed by the singer's talent. Marvel at his almost flawless singing voice.

"What a perfect show!"

In the box of his house, Fran, who was looking at the stage with a small telescope in his hand, couldn't help but sigh softly.

Although she was not completely selfless like most people, she was also a little amazed by such a superb performance. She looked at the singer who was immersed in her singing, and suddenly felt an indescribable emotion.

What a price did he have to pay to get such a singing voice like a work of art! Is it worth paying such a price for the eternity of this moment?

She felt she couldn't answer the question.

Because. The singer is a eunuch, a manipulative product created in order to pursue a perfect voice.

[In the Renaissance era.] After the rise of opera in Italy, chant works were adapted to the singing of complex counterpoint techniques. At the same time, in order to solve the problem of male singers' adolescent voice change, eunuch singers came into being.

Castrations are usually performed at the age of boys, so that in adulthood, they have both the man's physique and lung capacity, and can maintain the vocal cords and larynx of childhood. Eunuch singers who have undergone strict vocal training have the height of a female voice in their vocal range, and the intensity of a male voice in their breath, with a pure, soft, delicate voice like a woman and a deep energy of a man, and their lung capacity and diaphragm support are amazing, and a high note can even last for a minute. 】

"Some things are destined to be incomplete in order to pursue perfection!" To the accompaniment of the singer's chant, as if thinking of something, Fran suddenly sighed.

Isn't my brother and I destined to be ununited?

"Beautiful Miss Treville, we big men don't understand what you call art criticism." At this moment, the Marquis of Treville, who was standing next to her, suddenly opened his mouth with great interest, "But I can responsibly say that although today's performance is already very good, it is not the best. Don't think grandpa is bragging, I went to Italy in 18o8, and the Duke of Roichtenberg was very hospitable, and he entertained me to listen to Machercy sing a few times, heh! That's a big deal! It's too good to describe! You can't imagine the crowd going crazy, throwing a lot of coins and some rings on the stage after the concert! Today's one, although he is good, can't reach the realm of Ma Caixi, so I pity these happy people, they haven't seen the real good goods! ”

[Duke of Roistenberg refers to Napoleon's stepson Eugène de Beauharne (1781-1824), who was highly regarded by Napoleon and served as the governor of Italy during the imperial era, ruling northern Italy.

Ma Kaisi (-1829), a famous eunuch singer, had a very beautiful singing voice and was extremely sought after at the time. 】

"Maybe, grandpa......"

This veteran general of the pre-imperial era is particularly fond of reminiscing about the past. No matter what you talk about, you can't help but mention the past. As a granddaughter, Fran was used to this hobby of her grandfather, so she just smiled and stopped arguing.

"But if you like it, good boy." It seems that he is talking about his hobbies back then, and he has a little frustration with his granddaughter. The old marquis couldn't help but quickly change the subject. "In short, in my heart, although the performance tonight is very good, it is not as good as my granddaughter."

His words were not entirely flattering, because Fran at this time could indeed be called a glamorous person.

Fran wears a white gauze dress. Through the flower-like lace, the skin under the exposed neck seems to be dazzlingly white, and the golden hair is combed into the British style that is now popular, so it is more distinctively reflected. In order to add another weapon to her flirtatious career, she also holds a fan in her hand. Appeared in the high-profile box in full gear.

Because it is his granddaughter, the old marquis can't help but have a biased position in his evaluation, but Fran is indeed as beautiful as she imagined, at least tonight, she is qualified to be the most eye-catching star in the opera house.

Although everyone's attention was drawn to the eunuch on the stage, at the end of the performance, those eyes began to focus on Fran, as if they were starting to talk about who she really was.

Those are either admiration or jealousy. There were even some malicious glances mixed with them, which made Fran feel a little uncomfortable, but still had to pretend that she didn't feel anything. Attentively watching the performance on stage. It's rare for grandpa to go out to play with him, he just wants to make himself happy, how can he spoil his fun?

However, I wonder how Charlotte would be so happy with such a thing? What an empty-headed guy who only understands vanity. In order to vent the accumulated discomfort in her heart, Fran kept taunting Charlotte in her mind to distract her.

"See? Miss, everybody's looking at you right now. "Her grandfather didn't have the real feelings in her heart at this moment. He whispered in Fran's ear with gusto, "I'm sure they're asking who you are." There are also many people who must be wondering how to get close to you...... Just like we did back then. ”

"Grandpa, you're right. It's like I'm a doll that has been carefully put on the shelf," Fran's face flushed slightly, "Should I be happy about it?" ”

"Of course, what's not to be happy about?" The old marquis's expression was very relaxed, "I would only feel sad if my granddaughter was unattended." ”

"Do you want me to marry off so much?" Fran couldn't help frowning slightly, "Grandpa, I said, I know what to do about this kind of thing...... I want to stay by your side. ”

"Silly boy, can't you stay by my side when you get married? Do you think your brother and I will abandon you? How is that possible. The old marquis couldn't help but laugh, "Besides, grandpa is not forcing you to marry someone soon, he just wants you to know more people and have a few more choices for the future, is there anything bad about this?" Since you don't like Philip's kid, let's meet more people in the social world, there is always a ...... you think is appropriate."

"But I just don't think there's anyone who is suitable, and there won't be." Fran's cheeks bulged slightly, and there seemed to be some girlish childishness between her eyebrows, so that no one could reveal the meaning hidden in the depths of her words.

-- There was no more than that person.

"It's hard to say, maybe you'll be more active than I am." The old marquis shrugged his shoulders, obviously unimpressed by his granddaughter's resistance, "Anyway, don't blame grandpa for taking too much care of it, grandson." Your grandmother died young, and she died not long after we returned to France—a young lady like her, who escaped from the riots of France with all the great difficulty, fled with her family to Germany, and then lived with me for so many years of hard life, I don't know how much she suffered in the process? Before she dies, I can swear at the bedside that I will never remarry, and I will never let our children and grandchildren suffer the hardships we suffered back then, and I must let you live a life that everyone envies...... Now that our family is finally back in power, I have to make some arrangements for you......"

Fran listened quietly to her grandfather's chatter, although she had already said this many times, but Fran was not at all bored with his clichés, because the truth contained in them made her unable to resent them.

Even for my grandfather, I had to brace myself to deal with it.

"Grandpa, I know, I'll communicate with people well." Fran nodded at the old marquis, and her face showed a smile that was intertwined with innocence and coquettishness, enough to impress anyone.

"Haha, that's fine!" The old marquis was obviously very happy, "Then I'll go out for a while, find a few friends to catch up, and you can have a good look at the opera here alone." ”

Then he squeezed his eyes, "If there is a guest visiting, you must treat it well!" ”

After speaking, he left the box directly, as if to create a space for his granddaughter to socialize with friends.

Fran watched her grandfather's departing back, and after the door to the box was closed again, she suddenly felt a tightness in her heart.

What should I do if someone does visit? Her mind was a little messy, and she didn't have much education in this area, nor did she have much preparation in her mind for it.

Although there may be some suspicion of arrogance, Fran thinks that she may be very likely to be pursued objectively.

Aside from appearances, her surname is de Treville, and although it is no longer so valuable in this era, it is still a famous family after all.

Moreover, she had a grandfather who had held important military positions and was rumored to be about to receive the title of marshal; There is also an older brother who also wields great power and is also an important confidant of the president, yes, brother......

If you look at it this way, even if some people are interested in getting close to themselves, it is not impossible to imagine pursuing themselves, right?

But...... It's still hard to accept.

After thinking about it for a moment, Fran decided that if there was such a person, she would reject them in a polite but not misleading way, using the methods she had learned from others—women in the social world were never short of words for this.

Just as Fran was just getting out of this tumultuous state of thought, there was a soft knock on the door.

Is it so fast?

Fran was shocked.

After a moment she regained her composure, and then she held the fan tightly in her hand—the most valuable gift ever given to her since she was a child.

The warm fan bone seemed to transmit a burst of energy, which made her unconsciously have an indescribable courage.

"Come in." She whispered.

However, moments later, Fran's original guard vanished.

The woman in front of her was looking at her with an elegant smile.

"Your Highness?" (To be continued)

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