The melodious violin sound echoes, and the tone is elegant and a little relaxed, but it matches the atmosphere of this hall very well. In the center of the circular hall, the cumbersome tables have been removed, but scattered with soft and comfortable sofas and chairs for people to rest and chat.

The careful owner also arranged exquisite fragrant wood bookshelves around the hall, the faint fragrance of pen and ink was mixed with the elegant aroma of fragrant wood, and then the bookshelf was deliberately old, like the bronze color of historical precipitation, which added a lot of connotation and elegance to the whole hall.

However, the most indicative of the master's painstaking efforts are the several giant electric lamps placed in front of the window to provide bright light. It's the middle of winter, and the sun seems to want to hide and seek with people, always hiding and refusing to appear. At this time, these electric lamps emitted a soft and bright light, which seemed to be like the bright sunshine in spring, illuminating and warming the gentlemen and ladies in the hall, and people couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

Since Al Edward was exiled to the North by the Holy Cult, the Westside Merchant House is still open in the Holy Radiance City, but it is clear that it has weakened a lot. However, the most important thing is the severance of the electric light business, not only is there no new electric light for sale, but which one of the electric lights is broken and needs to be repaired urgently, and when it is sent to the Western Border Trading Bank, it can only get a reply of "only the young master will, and I can't help".

Therefore, in this hall, these huge electric lamps are even more precious, and if they circulate to the market, they can even be exchanged for thousands of gold.

Next to a few electric lights, there are dozens of pots of delicate and colorful beautiful flowers, the shadow of the flower shakes the window, its fragrance is fragrant and fragrant, refreshing, making the air in the hall seem to become sweet.

In the hall, most of the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies sat leisurely on the sofas and chairs and chatted. From time to time, there will be a crisp laughter, like the intermittent "ding dong" piano sound, adding a bit of beauty to the whole hall.

Obviously, this is not a party of exactty, but a tea party of a slightly grander scale. Therefore, when musicians play music, they also focus on cheerful and casual tunes. In the social arena of the aristocracy, the central topic is always in the hands of the lovely and beautiful ladies and young ladies, while the gentlemen seem to be more willing to be a listener, or occasionally show off like a peacock opening the screen, rather than actively looking for topics.

And the eternal topic of women is always related to those beautiful things, such as those beautiful flowers placed in the hall at this time.

Sitting on the sofa, dressed in lilac and looking young and fashionable despite being middle-aged, Countess Suel said in an exaggerated, singer-like tone: "Oh my God, I couldn't believe my eyes at first. In such a cold winter, those flowers are still delicate, I wonder how His Excellency the Duke of Mortier did it?"

Then she said in a playful tone like a little girl: "It is said that Your Excellency has great powers, and I have finally seen it today." ”

Her witty remark caused a low laugh, and a young man sitting in a chair not far away laughed and said, "Countess, you are wrong this time. It is not His Excellency the Duke who is truly powerful, but our Great Majesty. ”

He went on to say in an exaggerated tone: "I don't know if you have ever heard of the conservatory in the palace? Since Your Majesty suddenly became interested in gardening, he ordered a new room in the palace to be built for the cultivation of flowers. ”

The Countess nodded and said with a smile: "Your father, Your Excellency Winster is in an important position in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he must often be able to see His Majesty, which is really enviable. The young man's face was flushed, and it was evident that he was flattered by the countess's praise.

"It's just that what is the connection between the flower pots placed in this hall now and His Majesty's greenhouse? ”

"Because the secret of growing flowers in this greenhouse is exactly what the Duke has obtained from His Majesty. My father was fortunate enough to be there that day. The young man became more and more pretentious: "This greenhouse planting flowers, first of all, is to isolate the cold wind, you all know this truth, just like the frail and sick daughter, that is the slightest cold wind can not blow, as long as a little touch, these delicate flowers will die immediately." ”

"But the most important point is the soil where the flowers are grown. If you want the flowers to bloom in winter, you have to trick them into it, what should you do? You have to keep the soil warm, you need to warm the soil with charcoal fire from time to time, and then let the skilled craftsmen transplant the precious flowers into the warm soil, and you must do it three times a day, from morning to night. ”

"And the soil should be warm at all times, in case the flowers can't adapt to it for a while. As for the charcoal fire used for warm roasting, it should not be sloppy, if you use ordinary charcoal, it will make the flowers stained with a little charcoal fire, and there is no spirituality, which is absolutely impossible, and you need to use high-quality silver charcoal. ”

The young man said a lot of things, and the gentlemen and ladies present were fascinated, and they never thought that there was so much effort hidden in the small flowers. As for the Countess of Nasul, her eyes lit up even more.

She shook Count Suel, who was sitting beside her, and begged in a coquettish voice, "My dear, it would be good to build a greenhouse like this in our house." ”

The Duke was a little nervous on his face, and did not reply to his wife's request immediately. His wife was accustomed to being rich and prosperous, and had no concept of money at all, and she did not know how much fine silver dust charcoal would cost. But the Duke knew that if it was really like what Winster's little bastard said, if he had to use it all the time from morning to night, it would really cost money like water, and he couldn't stop it.

But the problem is that Grievous the Great can afford it, Duke Mortier can afford it, but he Count Suel may not be able to afford it.

Just as he was hesitating and embarrassed, a voice interjected in time to save the Count. The Duke of Mortier, the master of this room, came out of nowhere, and he nodded to the gentlemen and ladies present, and then saluted the countess: "Dear lady, I don't know if I can borrow the Count's Count for a moment." ”

Although he was a little annoyed, the Duke of Mortier had come at an inopportune time, and the Countess did not dare to give the red face in front of His Majesty. She glanced at the Duke with a charming look: "If this is the case, you are really too out-of-the-box." As she spoke, she gracefully made a gesture of please.

The pardoned Count quickly stood up and followed the Duke of Mortier to a room in the hall.