In an old mansion, more than a dozen servants are cleaning and tidying up in and out. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The old and cracked furniture and carpets were cleaned up, the broken and deformed floors and stairs were repaired and rebuilt, baskets of rotten leaves and dead branches were loaded and sent away, and brand new furniture items were moved in.

The old mansion is beginning to rejuvenate itself under the impetus of money.

And Zhang Ang was waiting at the door of the mansion with Miss Sophie, waiting for the arrival of Count Marceau and his party.

Since the death of the young master, old Ivan has lost everything.

His hair was whiter, his wrinkles were more wrinkled, his back was clumsy, and overnight he was an old man on the verge of death.

Enduring his grief, he held a grand funeral for the young master and buried the young master next to the old lady.

Then, he completely became a puppet, whatever is called in the Earl's Palace, he will do anything, sell the hotel if he sells the hotel, sell the house if he sells the house, and if he can't go out, he won't go out.

Only the small bun shop at the beginning was left, and he said that he was not willing to sell anything.

He didn't want to move to the Earl's Court, so he liked to stay alone in this long-closed bun shop, muttering something to himself.

He never said anything more about his favorite phrases, such as "Doki" and "Jesus" and so on.

He muttered to himself, all about the young master: "The young master has a weak body, he was very small when he was born, and he didn't have the strength to cry...... The young master didn't like to practice martial arts since he was a child, he liked to stay at home and read...... The steamed bun he invented, young master, is the softest and most delicious in the city......"

He just sat there dumbfounded, nagging alone, and sat like this for a day.

Only Arnold, who was tall and athletic, would often accompany him, bring him food, and take care of him to rest.

In the dead of night, I secretly comforted him: "I always feel that the young master should not be dead, although I can't say why." ”

On this day, the Count's Court sent someone to take the two of them to Paris.

"I'm so old, what are you going to Paris for, young master, he has never been to Paris, I know that Paris is very prosperous and lively, but I'm really old and don't want to move, you just take Arnold there." Alas, let me keep this old bone and sweep the tomb of the old master and the young master. Old Ivan pleaded in a hoarse voice.

However, the guards ignored his plea, but politely invited him into the carriage and galloped away with the two men.

A long convoy of vehicles arrived, the motorcade of the Marceau family's moves.

Chests and miscellaneous items were placed on the carriages, and the carriages carrying people were guarded by knights on horses.

As the knight leading the way raised the stop flag, the convoy stopped at the door of the mansion.

The first carriage to come down was of course the Count Marceau.

He couldn't wait to get out of the carriage and hugged Miss Sophie standing at the door with open arms: "Oh, my little Sophie, my little darling, Daddy really wants to kill you." ”

Only this time Miss Sophie did not hide from it, and let Count Marceau carry it out, crying profusely.

In Zhang Ang's expectation, a big one-armed man also helped an old man to slowly get out of the carriage.

Zhang Ang hurriedly greeted them and appeared in front of them.

The strong man Arnold grinned, a bright smile appeared on his face, and his voice was full of excitement: "Young master, young master, I knew that you were not dead, they all said that you were dead, but I have always been sure that young master, you are not dead, and they still don't let me say it." ”

Old Ivan was already in tears, he trembled, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and stretched out his hand to the figure close in front of him, wanting to touch it, wanting to confirm whether the young master in front of him was real or just a dream.

Zhang Ang hurried over and squatted down, and put Old Ivan's calloused big hand into his hand: "Yes, I'm not dead, I'm not right in front of you, I don't have anything to do, I just faked my death and got out, and I'll tell you more about it when I get in." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Old Ivan repeated repeatedly, but his hand was tightly gripping Zhang Ang's hand, as if as soon as he let go, the young master in front of him would disappear.

Zhang Ang didn't care, took old Ivan, supported him, and walked into the house.

If you want to say that in this world, Zhang Ang's most trusted person is old Ivan, although Miss Sophie has always been very reliable, Zhang Ang always feels that she can't see through her, and doesn't know what she has been thinking about.

Only old Ivan was unconditionally good to himself from the beginning, did his best to do anything for Zhang Ang, and would think for him from Zhang Ang's perspective when he encountered anything, without any scheming means, and was a true loyal servant.

Although his allegiance may only be to the original Baron Leon Leonardo, who died of illness, and not to the current guy who occupies the magpie's nest, this sincerity is real and cannot be questioned.

Sitting down in the house, Zhang Ang told the whole story of the series of things that Miss Sophie had designed to fake her death and get out of by the church.

Old Ivan, who slowly calmed down, also agreed: "Yes, of course this can't be revealed to me, in case someone finds out about the horse's feet, don't you hurt the young master." I'm not aggrieved at all, it's okay with all this, as long as you're okay, young master, as long as you're okay. ”

Arnold was also very happy: "That is, the young master is blessed with a great life, and there will definitely be no trouble, if something happens to the young master, won't everyone be able to eat so many delicious foods." ”

"You, you know how to eat, okay, I'll make you your favorite boiled pork slice in the evening. Zhang Ang slapped Arnold's strong muscles and promised.

In an intimate study of the mansion.

Count Marceau was worried: "Sophie, have you really decided to revive the family in Paris?"

"Yes, I have a full set of plans ready, and if it goes well, it should restore the family to its glory. Miss Sophie looked serious.

"But our family is different from other families, the one in the Grand Palace does not forgive us for a day, we will be suppressed for a day, how can it be so easy to revive. Count Marceau was still a little unconvinced.

"The original plan was to start slowly from a small city and grow the family slowly, so that it would take at least a few generations to do it, and I can't wait. So we had to take a shortcut, but I was able to grasp a great opportunity to complete the family revival in my lifetime. "Miss Sophie is confident in her plans.

"What the hell is the plan? Count Marceau asked his question.

"I can't tell you just yet, I'm afraid you'll object. Miss Sophie looked hesitant.

"Could it be that it has something to do with that lord? This is not going to work, Sophie, give up this plan, this wrong step is an abyss!" Count Marceau looked very excited, and his tone was hurried.

"Well, father, you still think so much, but don't worry, this plan has nothing to do with that side, although it is a little bit borrowed. But it will definitely not be implicated. Miss Sophie assured.

"And what exactly are you going to do that?" said Count Marceau, worried.

"As a first step, I'm going to make a name for myself in the House Qualifying. Miss Sophie said slowly.