It takes a whole day to drive and it takes just an hour to fly.
Even though the distance between Oslo and Tromso is only a few hundred kilometers, the temperature difference is still huge. Han Qi took off a coat in the taxi and wiped a little sweat on his forehead. He couldn't tell.
The tension comes from the heat.
First time in life.
Han Qi hopes that such a tense session will never happen again in the future.
The driver didn't chat much. He glanced at Han Qi in the rearview mirror from time to time.
He was considering whether to call the police.
A foreigner is going to the palace, and you can tell from his expression that he is very nervous. This makes him wonder if he has attracted a terrorist who is going to die, or if a spy from another country has discovered his identity and is going to the palace to kidnap the king?
The uncle who likes watching movies had countless thoughts flashing through his mind, but in the end he just pulled Han Qi to the palace smoothly.
There was still a big gap between reality and movies, and he didn't see any danger in Han Qi.
After getting off the car, Han Qi walked through the tree-lined path that he had watched Ingrid walk through countless times, and walked out to the square outside the palace. There are many people here every day, both tourists and local residents.
, they all really enjoy coming here.
As long as you come here, it means that people living in the palace can see you at any time.
And the palace in front of him, which he originally thought was too simple to be true, suddenly became majestic, and he felt a sense of shock that was not inferior to that of the White House.
"How to get in."
He actually didn't want to see the king, or even Ingrid's parents. But when he thought about Ingrid's current situation, he felt heartbroken. So this time, Han Qi came here mainly because he wanted to see Ingrid.
Lovers should face difficulties together, right?
He looked around and saw two guards in red clothes standing upright at the main entrance of the palace, holding long spears on their shoulders.
To be honest, such decorations can be seen in front of royal palaces in various European countries, but long-barreled rifles do not feel as safe as pistols, and are more used as a decoration, or as a ritual to maintain the dignity of the nobility.
Walking into them, Han Qi asked cautiously: "Hello, my name is Han Qi. I am, um, a painter. I would like to ask if Princess Ingrid is in the palace?"
"Painter?" the guard on the left muttered.
The one on the right said directly: "No, no, if you want to attend Princess Ingrid's banquet, then please apply to the city hall. If you are lucky, we will welcome you here next month."
Apply?
How long did it take for him to finish his application, and he already had an invitation to the birthday party, so there was no need to go through any other procedures.
Thinking of the invitation, he took out the invitation he received in the morning from his pocket, handed it to the guard who spoke, and said: "I already have the invitation, but I need to meet the princess or Prince Haakon now.
"
The two guards looked at each other, and one of them moved and reached out to take it.
This was indeed an invitation, and they would not admit it wrong, but they did not expect that a foreigner from Asia would actually receive the invitation.
Positive, it's normal.
The man who checked the invitation nodded slightly and said, "Please wait a moment, and I will ask you."
Since he can get the invitation now, he must be a friend of the royal family, so there is no problem in doing a small favor and informing him.
He walked back to the palace with standard steps. Even with his wide movements, he didn't make too much noise on the floor. This surprised Han Qi. These people were really good at hanging chains.
But Han Qi immediately saw him stagger and almost fall.
It seems like you can’t train well.
Han Qi couldn't see what the person who turned his back was doing.
Actually it's nothing.
He just turned the invitation over out of curiosity. He had seen it from a distance before it was sent out, but had not actually held it in his hand to see it, so he wanted to see what was on the back.
The pattern of the look.
But the sight almost scared the living daylights out of him.
Princess Ingrid...is dating this man?
It was also discovered.
The princess wants to come to the palace to chat with him?
Could this still have a good ending?
Thinking of Princess Ingrid's angelic appearance, the guard suddenly felt a little dissatisfied with Han Qi... This is the princess of our country. She is almost a little angel that I watched grow up. She was so inexplicably favored by you.
?
The sound of leather boots on the ground became louder, and every step was filled with sorrow and anger.
He handed the invitation to the housekeeper. The housekeeper turned it over and looked at the back. He did not dare to underestimate this matter and quickly found Princess Margaery who was still in the palace.
The housekeeper knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The princess got off the yoga mat and asked the housekeeper who came in, "What's the matter?"
"You take a look at this first."
The butler stepped forward and handed the invitation to the princess.
But the princess knew what was going on as soon as she saw this invitation. Not many invitations have been sent out so far, and many of them were sent to other nobles abroad. The ones in China were just some big entrepreneurs and patriots, but
None of them would meet themselves in this way.
"Is it Mr. Han Qi?" she asked, and then took it over before the housekeeper came home.
Sure enough it was him.
There are also words written by myself on the back.
Shouldn't Han Qi be building a house in Tromso at this time? Did he come to Oslo from Tromso in such a short time?
She had a headache. In fact, he hadn't figured out what attitude to use to face this...artist?
"Take him to the living room."
"OK."
The housekeeper stepped back.
A few minutes later, Han Qi was brought into a hall of about a hundred square meters by the guard. There were several chairs opposite the window, and an unknown oil painting hung on the wall.
The guard stared at Han Qi for a while as he left, making him confused.
A nanny brought Han Qi a cup of coffee. It was not the mocha that Han Qi liked, but just by smelling it, you could tell how strong the fragrance was. It seems that the taste of this coffee is not... bad?
puff!!
Han Qi squirted out as soon as he took a sip, stood up and put the cup back on the plate brought by the nanny.
"Excuse me, what kind of coffee is this?"
The nanny didn't expect Han Qi's reaction to be so big. She took two steps back and said with a worried look on her face: "This is ground coffee beans from Blue Mountain Anniversary. If you don't like it, I'll give you another cup."
Already."
What happened in the past few days could not be hidden from them, who lived and worked in the palace, and had already spread throughout the world.
Han Qi's face was not a popular one. As soon as he was brought in, he was noticed by many nannies, bodyguards and so on. The nanny thought that this scumbag actually dared to deceive the seventeen-year-old little princess, so he took out the
A coffee bean for practicing latte art.
Of course, it was indeed the anniversary souvenir of a certain coffee, and Han Qi didn’t lie to him.
They thought it was just a little kid playing tricks, but they didn't expect Han Qi to spit it out after taking a sip... Now they had to worry about whether Han Qi would tell the story. After all, no matter what he said, he would be criticized.
The guest invited in is also a well-known artist.
Han Qi didn't think too much, smiled kindly and nodded.
Alas, if a person is unlucky, his teeth will be blocked even if he drinks cold water.
Even coffee comes to bully me.
It smells okay, but it tastes sour, astringent, and bitter. Even Nestlé tastes better than this.
Before the new drinks were served, the door was pushed open again, and Han Qi saw a woman with luxurious makeup walking in from outside the house. Her steps and posture seemed to be specially trained, and the carpet under her feet seemed to set off her temperament.
.
It seems that this is the princess.
Han Qi stood up and smiled awkwardly.
"Hello."
What else should I say...
Han Qi sat there awkwardly, and Princess Margery didn't say anything. She just looked at Han Qi, as if she wanted to see his heart through Han Qi's appearance.
This look made Han Qi restless, and he could only think about miscellaneous things in his mind to divert his attention.
If Ingrid talks to Han Qi about family affairs, about his father and mother, Han Qi will know that Princess Margery's greatest weapon is gentleness, a gentle person, and gentle eyes.
But sometimes, gentleness is also the sharpest knife.
No one else would be so miserable, but this is Ingrid's mother. Doesn't it mean that the mother-in-law likes her son-in-law more and more? Come on, say something, auntie.
Hey, Ingrid and Margery, the names of the mother and daughter are quite similar.
Just as she was thinking about it, Princess Margaery finally spoke.
"Hello, I thought I would see you here, but I never thought I would see you today. You are very brave. You know, even if you are ready to leave Norway, we will not stop you.
It is very important to you and to Ingrid."
"I know, thank you, Princess."
The eloquence I learned through traveling for more than two years is completely useless, and I can’t even speak a word in the several languages I learned.
"Relax, Han Qi, I know you are a good boy, you don't need to be so nervous in front of me."
"Okay, Princess, I want to ask where Ingrid is."
"Ingrid, she should be learning etiquette in Sweden at the moment. You know, her most important day will be in a few days. We all hope that she can appear in front of all the guests with the most beautiful and dazzling image."
Sweden?
Why did she go to Sweden? Is she happy now?
Does this mean that we don’t agree to meet?
Han Qi didn’t know whether the princess was telling the truth or a lie. You can also learn etiquette in Norway, so why do you have to go to Sweden to learn it? Are you just trying to separate Ingrid and I using distance?
Li forgot me?
"Let's talk about you. I heard that you were born in an ordinary family in China."
"Yes, my parents are both ordinary workers."
"Then the paintings and music you learned were all learned by yourself?"
Princess Margery was also born in a commoner family, and was the most beloved commoner princess in Norway. She knew how difficult it was to get ahead in an ordinary family. Even if a child had such intelligence, he could only become a migrant worker.
Only wealthy families will provide countless careers for their children during their early years, allowing them to find the one they like best.
For example, painting, or music.
If the difficulty of self-study is graded, this type of art is actually the highest. You can learn to program, learn to be an architectural designer, learn to ride horses, and race cars through self-study, but it is very difficult to become an excellent painter.
I started learning painting at the age of twenty, and within a few years I was as good at painting as the masters. I had never heard of such a thing.
"I taught myself. I have loved these things since I was a child, such as painting, calligraphy, music, etc..."
"Does your family support you?"
"Fortunately, my parents are relatively open-minded."
Han Qi gradually came to his senses, this was the right rhythm.
Have you officially entered the duel stage with your mother-in-law?
Princess Margery asked Han Qi many questions, and Han Qi answered them one by one. Han Qi quickly calmed down and became less nervous.
The princess is really a good psychological teacher. At least Han Qi developed a good impression of the princess in just half an hour... This kind of affection is a feeling between people, not a special relationship between a man and a woman.
emotion.
Then Han Qi wouldn't dare either.
He thought to himself: "It might not be bad if her future mother-in-law is her?"
Then he saw the door of the living room open, and an old man with a messy beard, gray hair, and sharp eyes walked in, followed by a grandma with the same gray hair and slightly curly hair, and an uncle with a black beard.
Gan!
Han Qi was nervous again.
The whole family is here.
Ingrid, where are you!! I miss you so much!
In fact, the king didn't look like a king when he walked in. He didn't feel as aristocratic as when Han Qi saw the princess just now. He just thought she was an old man with a tall figure and a high position. It was Ingrid's father.
The look in his eyes made Han Qi a little uncomfortable.
"Are you Han Qi?" the king asked, adding in passing, "Don't be nervous."
Why does anyone have to say this to me? Do I seem nervous?
"I-I'm not nervous!"
"Hahaha." The king laughed, and then he stood up and said, "You kid, you are so brave. How dare you come directly to my palace?"
He is in a good mood.
If Han Qi hesitated for a few days and came over later, he would be very angry.
Because he knew what Ingrid was in these days.
But Han Qi ran over as soon as he saw the invitation, which shows that this boy still has Ingrid in his heart. At least as a man, he has his own responsibilities.
And his status is indeed good, he is an internationally famous painter and musician.
In the past few days, the queen often recommended Han Qi's various works to the king, such as travel and music. Only then did he realize what an excellent person Han Qi is, but her granddaughter...not to mention, she has nothing but looks.
.
A painting costs tens of millions of euros.
If this guy is really that good, then there's nothing wrong with trying to get Ingrid to get in touch with him.
Anyway, according to the rules, Ingrid can accept love from other people at the coming-of-age ceremony. Dancing the first dance with the person she likes is a very important thing at the coming-of-age ceremony.
If not, I can only dance with my dad.
King Harald thought of this and looked at his son.
Prince Haakon stared at Han Qi with a serious expression. Although he did not say a word, his meaning was very clear.
No matter what you think, don't even think about it!
