My own war game

Chapter 353 An Elegant Day in London (Part )
In London, at a small inn on the corner called The Grey Sparrow.

In the early morning light, a man and a woman walked down from the second floor side by side.

The waiter thought about it in some surprise. In his impression, the gentleman did not come back through the main door after renting the room, and he also brought a female companion with him.

Could it be that he secretly found a prostitute?
As soon as he had this thought, the waiter shook his head vigorously, because although the young woman's clothes were ordinary, she exuded an indescribable noble temperament, which even made him want to bow.

The waiter even felt ashamed for having had such a thought.

"Maria, you are too nervous, relax." He Chi called the princess by her pseudonym and patted her shoulder gently like a couple.

"I, what should I do?" Elizabeth asked nervously. It was the first time for her to walk in the world in such an identity.

"It's okay, leave it to me, I'll guide you." He Chi took out a small bill and stuffed it into the waiter's hand. "Give us two simple meals and a glass of soda. Please hurry up."

After a while, a breakfast of two breads and fried eggs was served on the table, and He Chi pushed the glass of soda to Elizabeth.

The bread was a bit rough, the fried egg was overcooked on one side, and the taste of the artificial saccharin in the soda produced by a small factory was completely incomparable to the honey water I was used to.

But Elizabeth was still in high spirits.

"Okay, Maria, relax. You are an ordinary little dancer now. Today is your birthday. You are usually exhausted and just want to enjoy this holiday..." He Chi stared into the girl's eyes and said softly. When the other party was relaxed, he used a little hypnosis to give her psychological suggestion.

Sure enough, the next second Elizabeth's stiff shoulders began to relax, and the expression on her face became more relaxed.

"What should we do next?" Her Royal Highness the Princess looked at her former captain of the guard with anticipation.

"Let's go boating on the Thames first. There's a lawn over at Hampstead Park that's perfect for a picnic. How about we go to an art exhibition at the end?" He Chi stretched out his hand as an invitation.

Her Royal Highness the Princess gently placed her hand on it.

On the lawn of Hampstead Park, Elizabeth was excitedly wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief. She had just had an unforgettable experience - rowing on the Thames with her own hands. Originally, He Chi should have done this, but Her Highness, out of curiosity, actually rowed the boat herself.

To the Orientals' surprise, the princess actually did a pretty good job.

"I learned kayaking when I was in school." Elizabeth winked playfully, and then pointed to a corner of the road as if she had discovered a new continent.

"What's there?"

He Chi took a quick look and saw about a dozen blankets spread out on the lawn in the distance. Different goods were displayed on each blanket, so he said, "It's probably a small commodity market. The supplies are still not sufficient now, so the citizens will bring homemade items from home to sell, which can at least make some change."

"Can we try it?" Her Royal Highness the Princess asked excitedly, clasping her hands together.

"I didn't bring anything extra." He Chi said with a smile.

"I don't care. Today is my birthday and you have to help me find a solution." The usually quiet and elegant princess unexpectedly threw a tantrum, like a little girl in love.

He Chi was surprised at first, then he shook his head helplessly as if he was treating a spoiled girlfriend.

He looked around and finally bent down to cut the long grass on the lawn. The green grass in the park was very tough. It was like a straw rope, passing through the index fingers of an Oriental man and finally forming unique shapes.

Grass rabbits, grass grasshoppers, cars, airplanes, and yachts, all these decorations woven from green grass are displayed vividly on the roadside.

Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise.

"That one is so beautiful, I want it!" A little girl pulled her father's hand and acted coquettishly.

"It's a great work. How much is it?" The man who looked very cultured bent down and fiddled with the thing in his hand.

"It's just a homemade gadget, you can give it as you like." The Oriental man didn't care about the price, but just glanced at the man opposite him when he stood up. "Do you think these are okay?" The man directly took out a one-pound note.

"Thank you for your patronage. I'll give you some more small gifts." He Chi smiled and made two more grass rings for the little girl.

Looking at the father and daughter walking away, He Chi realized then that Elizabeth had been hiding behind him and had not spoken a word.

"What's wrong?" He Chi looked at the princess behind him.

"That person just now knew me." Elizabeth whispered.

"Everyone in London knows you."

"That's not the case." Elizabeth pulled He Chi. "That man's name is Mitchell. He's a famous sculptor. He was invited to perform at Buckingham Palace at Christmas. I even received him."

"Trust my skills, he won't be able to see it." He Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, "And we probably won't meet again."

Facts have proved that whether it is the famous 007 or the elusive Kaito K, not every prediction is accurate.

The two of them visited an art exhibition that night, and the man actually sat in the host's seat.

Crystal clear purity - Master Mitchell's ice sculpture art exhibition.

This is a subsidiary exhibition of the gemstone event, mainly displaying pieces of crystal art. In order to create an atmosphere, the organizers paid a large sum of money to invite the famous ice sculpture master Mitchell to perform on site.

There is also a little easter egg on the scene - the organizer will invite the audience to try to carve their own works, and the winner can get the grand prize - a pair of extremely exquisite crystal shoes.

Some guests at the scene could not resist trying to carve ice, but most of the finished products looked as ridiculous as those made by kindergarten kids. Carving on ice is not an easy task.

At this time, the master was already working on completing his work.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my model is the most respected person in England. She is like a saint in my heart." Mitchell introduced her with a slight bow.

A smart person nearby has already realized who it is.

Sure enough, the next second the master solved the puzzle, "She is our princess - Her Royal Highness Elizabeth!"

Oh~~ The audience exclaimed in surprise, and a bust of a woman appeared in sight. Due to time constraints, the thing was a semi-finished product, and the master used an ice skate to give the work a face and soul on the spot.

As people whispered, a bust of Elizabeth appeared before everyone, dignified, elegant, sacred and inviolable.

He Chi suddenly walked up to Elizabeth and whispered softly, "I've thought of a gift for you."

Under the gaze of everyone, the Oriental man walked towards the organizer and asked for the last ice skate.

"My model is the most amazing woman in the world, and she is also the most stunning princess."

He Chi took a deep breath and placed the knife on the ice. Soon, debris kept falling off and soon a charming curve took shape in his hand. A beauty was peeled out bit by bit from the ice crystals under He Chi's hands.

The facial features, height, attire, and even the small accessories on the corners of the clothes were perfectly restored.

A crystal clear Miss Maria appears side by side with the sculpture of the princess.

The same beauty, the same elegance, but the slightly raised corners of the mouth have an extra sense of unrestrained freedom.

(End of this chapter)