This can be regarded as a small episode in the ceremony.
Fanning leaned down and let King Louis put the Order of the Thistle on his chest.
Then the old man and Speaker Frances and Cardinal Mill on the left and right looked at each other and smiled, and then said with a smile under the flashlight:
"Master Fan Ning, the question I am going to ask may be a bit presumptuous, but from the perspective of the 'highest person in charge of the royal family' or the 'empire monarch', it is definitely in line with the traditional scene or etiquette, haha."
"I wonder if our Master Fan Ning is currently engaged?"
Well?
What unexpected topic is this?
Feeling the glares on his back, Fan Ning clearly realized that his appearance in the cloak tonight had been included in at least hundreds of shots.
Moreover, the various contents exchanged in front of the throne will quickly be written into the headlines of various media.
He thought with a smile and said: "After I give my answer, what I will receive next will not be the courtesy of a fantasy adventure hero such as His Majesty the King's 'marriage' or 'betrothal', right?"
"You made a joke that is both humorous and contemporary." King Louis' expression was very gentle, "But tonight, I am just asking a friendly question, and I am not responsible for the subsequent series of topics derived from the question, haha."
"Not yet." Fan Ning said truthfully.
"Oh, not yet." King Louis paused after getting the answer, "Actually, I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration to use 'world-famous' to describe this question. The people all want to know that we are young, handsome, and radiant.
The great Master Fan Ning, have you ever started to think about your love life, and which girl will you eventually get married to, who brings together all the beauty in the world?"
"." Fan Ning kept an elegant smile and did not choose to answer the other party's non-hard request.
For a moment, he really couldn't figure out whether or not the other party had any other intentions in this kind of public occasion under the spotlight, where all the forces were paying attention.
Asked questions but did not follow up, nor gave any suggestions such as "multiple choice questions"?
Perhaps it was just the casual development of a ceremonial conversation.
Bishop Mill smiled at this time and said: "It seems that our Master Fan Ning has not thought about it carefully. Oh, in fact, if time goes by, he will also be considered to be of marriageable age."
"Perhaps we will start thinking about this issue after the Harvest Art Festival ends." Fan Ning said "hmm".
"Speaking of the Harvest Art Festival," King Louis said with a warm smile, "Master Fanning, as a 'Boethius' artist, can directly qualify for the election, but I still paid attention to your voting situation in the first stage. The current ranking is also based on
Before, even if you have just returned, even if there is no operation or deliberate effort.”
Although the masters are directly invited to enter the second selection stage, the situation in the first voting stage still has a heavy influence on the evaluation of the final result.
After all, this is the choice made by other "Crescent Moon" and "Forged Lion", and it is the most authoritative peer evaluation result.
"But there is an unexpected episode here." King Louis smiled and looked into the distance again, "After comparing the voting progress of the 'Harvest Art Festival' and the 'Parliamentary Observer', I was surprised to find that Master Fan Ning has made great contributions to the public.
His level of trust in matters of business is not inferior to his level of popularity in art."
"Speaking of which, this is an important political reform enacted by the Congress last year and officially came into effect this year. I wonder if our Master Fan Ning is interested in complying with public opinion and becoming the first parliamentary observer in the history of the empire?"
Why did a second unexpected topic naturally arise? Fan Ning was filled with doubts.
This one involves a personal matter, and the other has strong political overtones. These are extremely difficult questions to answer well on such occasions.
Thinking quickly, Fan Ning suddenly raised his head and smiled:
"Isn't it possible that someone asked His Majesty to ask me these two questions?"
Under King Louis' elegant smile, a look of surprise and admiration suddenly appeared:
"It's true, the master's vision is as bright as a torch."
"Your hint is not too subtle, so which friend is it?" Fan Ning asked.
He really wanted to find out which force had what thoughts.
"Two people. Two questions, naturally it's two people. Haha. Of course this needs to be kept secret."
King Louis, however, held his scepter and walked down the steps on the side of the throne.
At the same moment, the bell rang in the palace for the start of the dinner party.
The guests came in twos and threes, making "please" gestures to each other, and gradually walked towards the long corridor leading to the banquet hall.
"Master Fan Ning, please."
"You're welcome, please."
Prince Louis, Bishop Mill and others were also around to greet Fan Ning. Fan Ning promised, but his footsteps stopped at the steps of the throne for a few seconds.
Who is asking questions?
He looked down thoughtfully, stretched out his hand and slowly touched the statue of "Saint James the Light" on his chest.
Is there a special patrol office?
It shouldn't be quite right.
However, speaking of this, I'm afraid today.
"Master Fan Ning, to be honest, I was impressed by your demeanor just now." While walking side by side, Walter praised him sincerely. He didn't understand so many twists and turns. He only felt the popularity of his boss and the spotlight.
His performance was completely impeccable, "Huh, the main event is over. I should be able to relax and enjoy the next dinner party."
"It's over for you, but for me, the main event probably hasn't even begun yet." Fan Ning suddenly laughed inexplicably.
"Oh, you are the center of attention, so you should say so." Walter felt that he should understand.
It seems that my boss is still a little impatient with too secular social interactions.
Not long after the banquet started, the three distinguished people on the throne just now began to toast to the guests in order as the host.
When it was the turn of Speaker Frances to arrive, Fan Ning clinked glasses with her and said, "Thank you to the Bologna School, especially Miss Roy."
Although the two of them were on the stage before, they had no chance to speak.
Although Fan Ning's words are very "same", in terms of the development of Turner Art Hall to the present day, I am afraid it is the most sincere sentence so far.
"I have been thinking about the person who kept our Miss Roy from doing her job for several years. After meeting today and learning about this series of achievements, I think it is reasonable."
The female speaker's smile was wider at this moment. If Roy, who had experienced the dream conversation at that time, had seen this scene, or conversely, if Fan Ning had seen the dream conversation at that time, they might have been shocked by the huge contrast in attitudes.
Drop your eyes!
"I'm really sorry. It may still be a few months before I can't do my job properly. You know, the Harvest Art Festival."
But the actual situation was that Fan Ning didn't know it. He smiled sheepishly after clinking glasses and took a slightly larger sip than usual.
"Continue until you start thinking about personal matters?" Frances somehow managed to connect the context, which made Fan Ning a little confused.
However, the expression of the female speaker quickly returned to the usual seriousness: "Then please listen to the thoughts of our professors first, courtesy, status, autonomy and de-administration. Master Fan Ning, a healthy cooperation
Businesses need to put themselves in the shoes of all stakeholders and consider the voices of all stakeholders.”
"I will."
This is one of the problems Fanning is going to tackle next.
Frances took a sip and signaled, took a deep look at Fan Ning and walked away.
Fan Ning sat down to eat, during which he reminded Walter several times not to clink glasses with him all the time and to honor other guests.
While he was eating, he was thinking carefully, and about a quarter of an hour passed like this——
A young man dressed differently from the banquet waiter trotted up to Fan Ning's seat.
Fan Ning could tell at a glance that these were the work clothes of the civil service organization in the palace.
The man leaned down and reminded in a low voice:
"Master Fanning, someone from Turner Hall has called you."
"Take me there." Fan Ning raised his eyebrows and put down his knife and fork.
Walk quickly along the corridor until you reach the dark brown quiet cubicle.
The staff closed the door and left.
Sheeran's somewhat urgent voice came from the other end of the phone receiver:
"Caron, just two minutes ago, there was a newspaper and a call from the Special Inspection Department at the same time, inviting you to visit the headquarters of Fort Santalan!"