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Zhang Ang saw that several nobles were eating with their eyes scattered, lying straight on the ground, unable to get up with a big belly.

Zhang Ang hurriedly instructed his male servants to help them to the corner of the hall.

Because now comes the highlight of the banquet - the ball.

The dining table in the middle of the hall was removed, the colorful glass lamps were hung up, and a group of musicians who had already been prepared, dressed in uniform and holding various musical instruments, entered the hall.

Count Marceau also stood in the middle of the stage, his face was full of oil, and he said with drunkenness: "Ah, I haven't eaten so much in a long time. Baron Leonardo is truly the most talented foodie I have ever had in Luntu, let's thank him for his cuisine!"

The crowd applauded and cheered, and Count Marceau then announced: "All right, taste the perfect meal, now is the long-awaited ball, all dance, all the boys and girls of Luntu, all dance!"

The melodious dance music sounded, and a pair of young aristocratic men and women who had long been looking at each other held each other's bulging bellies, held each other's hands, walked to the center of the hall, and danced to the beat of the music.

The older nobles held wine glasses, sat or stood, and several people gathered together to talk to each other.

Of course, Zhang Ang became the focus of their conversation, and everyone was envious of Zhang Ang's good luck: he was able to get the favor of the city lord's daughter.

Everyone was secretly looking at Zhang Ang openly and secretly. There were several young and handsome aristocratic children, all staring at Zhang Ang with a vicious look, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

Zhang Ang was uncomfortable being stared at by them, but for the sake of future business, he had to stay at the venue, so he had to hide in the corner as much as possible.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in front of him, and Zhang Ang looked over curiously.

I saw Miss Sophie reclining on a velvet chair, holding a glass of fruit wine in her hand, her white cheeks were seductively flushed by the wine, and her hair slid down her slender waist, which was really indescribably lazy and moving.

And the musketeer, whom he had seen in the afternoon, was slowly walking towards Miss Sophie, and he had changed into a gorgeous dress of sky blue, adorned with precious stones and feathers, and his angular face and long golden hair, which were also indescribably handsome and stylish.

He walked up to Sophie and made a standard invitation gesture, his deep blue eyes were full of tenderness, and his voice was extremely gentle, like the warm sunshine in spring: "Beautiful young lady, can I ask you to do a dance?"

Many of the noble ladies present were touched by this tender invitation, and one by one they held their hearts, their eyes sparkled, and they longed to pounce on Miss Sophie's place, and dance a never-ending dance with this handsome young and powerful musketeer.

But Miss Sophie's words were like a winter blizzard, completely extinguishing the burning love of the musketeers: "I'm sorry, Lord d'Artagnan, I am engaged, and besides, I will only dance with my fiancé. ”

With that, she stood up and walked over to Zhang Ang. Ignoring the poor man behind him, who had been reduced to stone.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Ang's heart couldn't help but fly by with 10,000 '': You two talented men and women are so compatible, why do you have to pull me in, I also have a marriage contract!

He looked around, and almost everyone looked at him with burning eyes, making him unavoidable, unavoidable.

Finally, the kaolin flower of the Rose Sword Academy, the most delicate rose in Luntu City, the earl's beloved daughter, and the dream lover of all the unmarried or married men in the audience, Miss Sophie, walked in front of Zhang Ang.

Her lips opened lightly, and she exhaled Ruolan, and every word she said seemed to hit her heart: "Mr. Leonardo, can I ask you to dance?"

Zhang Ang only felt dizzy, his mouth was dry, and his heart was beating very hard: "I... I... I ......, "I couldn't say a word for a long time."

At this moment, a white arm reached out in front of him, as if to let him hold it. What a perfect arm it was, with a white and healthy complexion, soft and smooth curves, slender five fingers, exuding a faint fragrance of roses, like the arms of Venus, the god of beauty.

The soft wattle was close to him, and countless voices shouted in his head: "Hold it!

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Ang closed his eyes again, and the desires rushing in his mind, the noisy voices around him, and the lovely people in front of him all disappeared. A figure appeared in his heart, it was an ordinary-looking girl with a little baby fat, smiling sweetly at him.

Opening his eyes again, Zhang Ang was no longer panicked and confused, he ignored the perfect arm stretched out, and said calmly: "I'm sorry, Miss Sophie, I don't know how to dance." ”

It's an excuse and it's the truth.

Miss Sophie was surprised, but still insisted: "If not, I can ......"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhang Ang: "I'm sorry, there are some things in the future, so I'm one step ahead." ”

After that, Zhang Ang didn't look back, and left the venue directly.

Walking out of the venue, Zhang Ang sat on the stone steps at the door, blown by the cold evening breeze, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful: dancing a dance actually doesn't matter much, he did such a play, not only offended Miss Sophie, but also definitely offended Count Marceau, and also lost a big face in front of the nobles of the city, which is really worth the loss.

Alas, who calls themselves so innocent, although this Miss Sophie is a foreign girl, but the charm is really big, a dance, I may not be shaken, once shaken, there is a possibility of making mistakes, just in case, or stay away, in the future, just take a step to see a step.

Just thinking about his thoughts, Zhang Ang suddenly felt that there was an extra person next to him.

When he turned his head, it was the musketeer d'Artagnan.

He looked at Zhang Ang condescendingly, with infinite anger in his tone: "Why do you refuse to dance with Sophie?"

"I don't know. I just felt a little scared. Of course, Zhang Ang would not tell him the truth.

"What are you afraid of, Sophie is such a good girl, you can't jump, didn't she say she would teach you, are you afraid that it will be embarrassing to jump in public?"

"Maybe. I do not know. ”

"You don't know anything, I've never seen a weak and incompetent man like you, if you're good enough, strong enough, I don't mind giving up, but the way you are, I don't think you can give Sophie happiness. ”

"And what do you want?

"No, I will not use force to bring you to your knees, I will not give up Sophie, I will prove that I am her destined husband, and you are only suitable to be a chef. ”

Good, good, very good, I beg you to prove it quickly. Zhang Ang let out a silent cry in his heart.

But what he said was: "Okay, then I'll wait and see!"