The chattering were the ladies who covered their faces with fans.

It doesn't even take a boost for the rumors to spread faster than the plague. The ancients said: "Rumors stop at the wise", and the minds of the nobles, soaked in the sound and light of the festival for several days, became light and drunk, and they were more inclined to irresponsible hearsay and false rumors than to deliberate. Madame and Mademoiselle are more adept at this than their husbands and brothers, and perhaps it is romance novels that fuel their imaginations, and those beginningless and unfinished places are supplemented with noses and eyes, and when they are spoken, there is an irresistible convincing force.

In the salon and tea party, there are two gossips that are in the limelight, one is that the Black Emperor intends to marry his daughter to the Hidden Sage, and the other is that the Hidden Sage has a beautiful elf lover. When the news of the former came out, almost all the angel families were shocked, and when the latter came out, the ladies were even more excited - they were more interested in the competition of feelings than the division of interests.

"I bumped into the adult when I came back from my tryst." An Einhorn girl described to her best friend in a vivid way: "Even though it was dark, his purple eyes were so eye-catching, and just as I was hesitating to go up and salute, I noticed a man standing beside him—"

"It was an exotic woman." Abraham, who was playing the role of a recorder, wrote: "Her skin was like snow, and her hair and eyes were all black, like a sketch of charcoal, but she was far from a sketch, for she moved lightly and spun like a white bird dancing on the waves, like a traveler succumbing to the beauty of nature, and I was struck by her flower-like vitality." ”

She admired her elegant handwriting for a moment, changed "shocking" to "stunning", and closed her diary.

"Tsk, I'll just say that the sage is not interested in facelings and witches, it turns out that he has already hidden a beauty." A girl from the Sauron family was sharing ham slices on a silver plate with her friends, and suddenly saw the princess with a frosty face, and although there was an opportunity to digest the "provocateur" potion at the moment, she still pressed the more explicit words back to the tip of her tongue considering the gap in the sequence.

Ding Ding Dong is a gentle stroke of the slowly twisted strings.

The music is sometimes poignant, sometimes terrifying, and exciting, even those who know nothing about music theory will be impressed. It's a pity that during the founding day of the whole school, the royal academy that used to be bustling with people is now lonely and cold, and the teachers and students are busy participating in all kinds of social activities under the lights, so naturally they have no chance to appreciate this natural sound, but they have cheapened a few servants left behind - although they have long been accustomed to doing their daily work like machines, but no matter how peaceful life is, it needs some unexpected joy, otherwise it will be no different from stagnant water.

After watering, pruning, and removing insects, a young gardener listened to the sound of a piano flowing like a stream, and could not help but have the idea of finding out its source. Strangely enough, he climbed the observatory where astrologers and astrologers observed the orbits of the stars, walked past the playground where hunters practiced fighting, and even dared to enter the classrooms that lawyers and arbitrators called "moot courts", and ran up and down buildings several times without finding anything—the music still echoed unhurriedly, and incense was as refreshing as no trace of it.

Looking at his panting appearance, the elderly gardener smiled and took a sip of tea.

"If he doesn't want to, no one can find him."

"He?!" The gardener, whose tongue had been burned by the tea, knew that the great man who could be called "Him" should live in a magnificent palace—and although they did not slack off to maintain the dignity and cleanliness of the Royal Academy, they did not dare to say that the lords lived comfortably in their own palaces.

As if to see through the gardener's thoughts, the old man explained: "The more magnificent and conspicuous the hall, the easier it is to send the invitation, and the more upset the one is. ”

"The one who likes to be clean?" The gardener vaguely guessed the name of "that one", but he did not dare to call it out.

The old man rubbed the silver-plated peeping eye ornament around his neck and smiled faintly: "We just have to enjoy His gift at this moment." ”

Before the words had fallen, a piercing chirp suddenly destroyed the original harmonious and beautiful music, and the birds flew out of the forest with a scream, and fled away, and the atmosphere of leisure and comfort was shattered in an instant.