The computer was always on, Nan Sichen let go of her hand and connected his mobile phone.

Then, he used the mouse to manipulate the computer screen a few times, and suddenly, a beautiful picture filled the entire screen.

The picture is an oil painting of a young woman.

The woman stood in the middle of a vast vineyard, her long curly hair hanging down behind her.

She wore a velvet dress, the skirt was wide and fluffy, her waist was extremely slender and slender, her face was white and shiny, and her black eyes were covered with a layer of hazy mist.

Her facial features are beautiful, her eyebrows are clear, and she is holding a parasol in her hand, with an elegant posture.

This young woman, Lan Nianyun is not the first time she has seen her.

But when she saw it again, her heart was fluctuating again.

It seems that this woman can always affect her emotions.

Unconsciously, she had been pulled into his arms by Nan Sichen, his slender arms wrapped around her, and whispered in her ear, "Baby, do you remember what I told you last time in my study?" ”

Lan Nianyun nodded slightly, "I remember, last time in the castle of Qiandao Lake, you introduced me to this woman, this woman is the girl Lester liked, the third earl of the Garome family. ”

"Well," Nan Sichen bowed, "her name is Diane Liane, she was born in Louis XIV, and because of her outstanding beauty and intelligence, she was appreciated by the king, and she inherited her father's title. Moreover, the king also decreed at that time that the title of Duchess Dianaline de France should be passed down from generation to generation from generation to generation. ”

Speaking of this, Nan Sichen paused, raised his hand and pulled the hair on the side of Lan Nianyun's ear behind her ear, and his movements were extremely gentle.

Lan Nianyun turned his head at this time, stared at him, chewed on the meaning of his words just now, and said softly, "Lawrence, therefore, the descendants of Duchess Dianalian, every generation, are the princesses that the Garome family wants to protect?" ”

Nan Sichen smiled softly, his little princess was really smart, and immediately understood the focus of his words, he couldn't help but turn his head sideways and touch her delicate cheek.

Then, he stretched out his hand and clicked the mouse, and another picture appeared on the screen, which also painted an extremely pure and beautiful woman, who was seven or eight points like Diane Lianzu.

Nan Sichen said slowly, "Back then, Diana Lian couldn't be with my ancestor Lester for some reasons, and finally left for a foreign country, went to Sweden in Northern Europe, and married someone else, this one is Diane Lian's daughter, the second princess of the Garome family. ”

After the words fell, he clicked the mouse again, and the third picture of the beauty was displayed, and Nan Sichen explained slowly, "The next few generations of princesses have been living in Northern Europe and have never been able to return to France. And my ancestors, from a long distance, silently cared for and guarded their princesses, wishing them happiness and peace in their lives. ”

Hearing this, Lan Nianyun had a bit of melancholy on his face, and sighed, "I didn't expect that the ancestors of the Garome family and their princess would have such twists and turns. ”

As she spoke, she raised her arms and hugged Nan Sichen's neck, her eyes were like water, "Then did your ancestors have been separated from their princesses since then?" ”

Nan Sichen's left hand behind her slid down and landed on her waist, and her right hand kept tapping the screen.

The pictures of beautiful women standing, sitting, walking, or lying turn over, which are the princesses of the later generations of the Garome family.

In the seventh sheet, Nan Sichen stopped, her voice was soft, and she continued: "In the nineteenth century, the seventh duchess followed her husband to Asia to trade, and since then, she has settled in Hong Kong City. Later, her daughter married off to a local. ”

As he spoke, he turned two more pages in a row, and Lan Nianyun saw that the ninth-generation duchess had already shown a mixed appearance of white and yellow races, and her facial features were even more beautiful and soft.

Then, Nan Sichen turned another page, and it was an old yellowed black and white photo.

The woman in the photo is very young, she looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, she is dressed quite modernly, she wears a simple white shirt, with an ankle-length black pleated skirt, her black hair is flowing to a waist-length length, and she has a bright smile on her face, romantic and charming.

Behind her, in the background, is a towering tower, none other than the Eiffel Tower, Pali's landmark.

Lan Nianyun looked at it, her eyes widened, "Is this the tenth generation duchess?" This picture was taken in Pali, so to speak, the princess of the Garome family has finally returned to France! ”

"That's right," Nan Sichen smiled at her lightly, and tightened the hand on her waist, "This princess, when she was eighteen years old, went from Hong Kong City to France to study at the Pali School of Design. At this point, the heir of the princess's line finally returned to her hometown. This photo was taken shortly after she arrived in Pali. ”

"Hmm." Lan Nianyun nodded and responded.

She stared at the photo on the screen, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it felt.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she remembered something, "Lawrence, isn't it your grandfather, Charles, the twelfth count of the Garome family, who guards the tenth duchess?" ”

"Hehe......"

Nan Sichen laughed loudly, he raised his hand and scratched the tip of Lan Nianyun's nose affectionately, "Baby, you're only reacting now!" ”

Lan Nianyun made a playful grimace at him, and her voice was thick, "I think these princess photos are so good-looking, each one is so beautiful, and I didn't calculate the age for a while." ”

She paused, and then asked curiously: "Lawrence, how many years was this photo taken?" ”

Nan Sichen's eyes flowed, looked at her, his voice was low, and replied to her, "This photo was taken fifty years ago, that is, in 1968, baby," he said softly: "The person in this photo, you know!" ”

"Huh?" Lan Nianyun was dumbfounded.

She glanced at the computer screen again, and mentally calculated the age of the princess in the photo, which was sixty-eight years old......

Suddenly, a face came to her mind.

It was the most beautiful, elegant, fashionable, grandmother-level person she had ever seen, and she suddenly realized and exclaimed, "I know, the person in the photo is Sophie!" ”