Before dinner in the evening, Webster still took Zhang Yuan back to Buckingham Palace, just because it would be a lot more troublesome to go in at night, and besides, there was no restaurant in London that was more delicious than the food at Buckingham Palace.

Looking at Europe alone, British food is probably the most unpalatable, and the food at Buckingham Palace is just not that unpalatable.

This night, there were many more people on the long table. The long table in the banquet hall could accommodate more than sixty people for dinner. Last night, there were only more than ten people, but today it was completely full.

The people sitting at the table are all members of the royal family. Because the Queen has been on the throne for a long time and is relatively old, there are particularly many princes, princesses and princesses below. It is not surprising that there are 60 people from the fourth and fifth generations.

Zhang Yuan is a rather special being on this table.

"Master Zhang Yuan, is the music score you copied for Permenis the piece you will play tomorrow?"

The Queen is still more interested in music.

"Although this piece of music is pleasant to the ears, it is not suitable for a birthday celebration, so I will play other piano music tomorrow."

"Oh, Master Zhang Yuan has such strong creative power at such a young age. I don't know how many years I can live. I'm afraid I won't be able to hear anything in the future."

Zhang Yuan could see that many people at the table seemed a little unusual because of the queen's words.

Hey, if this were the ancient Chinese dynasty, if a prince had been the crown prince for more than sixty years, he would probably be tempted to commit suicide.

"Your Majesty, to be honest, I see your face, it's not a problem to live another hundred years."

"Haha, Master Zhang Yuan looks like a mysterious orientalist at first glance, and he actually knows how to read faces."

‘Violence value +1000...’

Just saying a compliment made some people feel unhappy.

"It doesn't matter how good you are at reading faces. Sir, I see your face is darkened. I'm afraid trouble is coming soon."

"Master Zhang Yuan, how can I translate?"

Webster was confused. He knew what uncle meant, but there were only a few English words that couldn't express the meaning of the word. Could it be that he translated it as grandpa?

"Just translate it how you like. Tell him that disaster is imminent and tell him to be careful. I won't charge him for this fortune telling."

Many people in front of him were waiting to watch the show. The person talking to Zhang Yuan was probably the famous prince who had been waiting for the throne for decades, but no one introduced him to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan pretended that he did not know him.

Grandpa.

"Huh, Chinese people, this is Buckingham Palace."

"Yes, it's not your turn to speak to Buckingham Palace. I was invited by Her Majesty the Queen. If you see that I'm not feeling well, you can ask Her Majesty the Queen to ask me to leave Buckingham Palace."

What is Zhang Yuan afraid of? He was complimenting the queen just now, but her son was the first to be dissatisfied. If he was kicked out, it would be Britain that would be embarrassed, not just a prince.

"That's enough Vincent, Master Zhang Yuan is our guest."

"Mother, I don't mean anything else, I just don't believe in the so-called gods and ghosts."

"Master Zhang Yuan laughed at me. Vincent is as old as me. There may be a generation gap between him and the young people."

"Your Highness the Queen, I will not argue with an old man. One of China's traditional virtues is to respect the old and love the young. And I was not talking nonsense just now. Prince Vincent may really be in trouble in the near future."

"Do you really know how to read faces?"

The Queen may really believe it. She is a figure from the beginning of the last century. Although Europe has always talked about science, it is not without myths and stories. Otherwise, why would they believe in religion?

Of course Zhang Yuan doesn't understand facial expressions. He simply thinks that small-minded people are more likely to get sick as they get older.

"I understand a little bit, but maybe I saw it wrong."

"Oh, let's not talk about this topic then.

After dinner, Master Zhang Yuan will take a look at how Pei'er and Menice are playing."

Since Zhang Yuan came to the table, the two princesses have not spoken to each other, looking aggrieved, and they don't know what happened.

"OK."

Zhang Yuan nodded and began to eat meat. In order to take care of his eating habits, the chef specially prepared spicy sauce and rice from China.

Although British barbecue doesn't taste very good, it can still be eaten with hot sauce.

After eating, Zhang Yuan took the three followers to the music room.

"sorry."

Zhang Yuan looked back and saw Pei'er and Menis standing still, rubbing the corners of their clothes.

"You two are not the same person, are you?"

Isn't there a joke in China? As long as you have done something wrong or said something rude, you can turn around and say that it was not you, but my cousin or cousin who took the mobile phone or did something else.

"Ah, grandma asked us to apologize to you, so don't overthink it."

It seems that everything in Buckingham Palace is under the eyes of Her Royal Highness the Queen.

"Let's play the piano. This piece is the theme song of a movie. It's a very romantic movie."

"Well, my grandma said the same thing, saying that there is a story in the song that she wants to tell.

Master Zhang Yuan, let’s stop playing the piano and tell you the story in the piano music.”

The two princesses have now taken off their unruly coats and look a little too cute. They blink their big eyes and have no makeup. The freckles on Menis's cheeks are not a flaw, but make her even cuter.

"Webster, how come they still like to listen to stories when they are so old?"

"Princess Pei'er is sixteen years old and Princess Menis is fifteen years old."

When I was sixteen, I loved reading novels about domineering CEOs. It was so addictive.

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a while and stayed in the corridor without saying anything. He looked at the oil paintings and the colorful glazed windows, feeling a little too melancholy.

"Is it possible that Master Zhang Yuan remembered that story and touched his heart?"

"Sister, I think it's Master Zhang Yuan's own story, that's why he hesitates."

"Oh, I think I heard his love story. He's not handsome either. What kind of girl can fall in love with him?"

"I'm curious too."

Webster was listening to this incomprehensible conversation and looked at Zhang Yuan. Why did he feel that the two little princesses were being trapped?

Sure enough, Webster was right. Zhang Yuan was acting. If he agreed too easily, he would always feel that he was at a disadvantage. But if he didn't agree and the bed would be torn down tomorrow, it would be really wonderful.

"Well, originally I didn't plan to tell anyone this story. I thought I would write it into a novel when I get old and then make it into a movie. Now I can only satisfy the two of you."

Zhang Yuan turned around suddenly, and there were still two tears shining in the corners of his eyes.

Once you have acted in a movie, you are considered an actor. After brewing for more than ten minutes and holding back two tears, Zhang Yuan's eyes were really sore.

"This story must be very touching!"

It’s over!
Chapter completed!