Flowers, Swords and France

"She gently reached her hand into the flowers and pinched a bright red rose, which was a gift from the Duke of Choiseul after he returned from the Netherlands.

The tiny thorns on the rose stem pierced her hand, but she didn't feel it.

She broke the stem and picked up the bright red rose. The thin drops of blood seemed to seep out of the flower, falling from the stem drop by drop, giving the earth bright red moisture.

The rose was gently sent to the fresh red lips, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether the flower or the lips were redder. Carefully savoring the fragrance with morning dew, she recalled those blurred but intoxicating scenes in vain.

An unhappy childhood, entering the palace at the age of nineteen, the king's favor, the palace banquet, the glorious ceremony, one scene after another flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern, and then disappeared in the endless void. What she wanted to forget and what she wanted to remember, all disappeared in the endless In the void. What is the end of that void? Is it the almighty Father waiting for her there?

The memories gradually faded away, and she looked at the rising sun, the red clouds and the bright red roses intertwined in front of her eyes, gradually becoming inseparable.

Is it almost the end? She thought to herself.

The end is coming, yes, no one can escape this end, everything will return to nothingness here.

A smile gradually appeared on this face that was slightly withered due to illness, but the last rays of light made the pale face float with red clouds.

She picked up her last thoughts, looked up at the blue sky, and then...

Everything, returned to nothingness. ”

【The Duke of Choiseul was a famous minister in the Louis XV era. With the help of Louis XV's favorite concubine, the Marquise de Pompadour, he entered politics and was finally canonized as a duke for his merits. He also served as Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister of the Navy, and Minister of the Army. He was powerful in the Louis XV era. 】

Charles was writing furiously, preparing to finish the ending of the book tonight. Blue Stockings had urged him several times. If he didn't hand in the manuscript, she would probably come to his door to urge him to finish it.

In order to give this book a beautiful ending, Charles had thought hard several times recently, but he still couldn't come up with a good enough ending. He was still not satisfied with the one he wrote today.

Readers' tastes have become more and more picky recently. If he just ended the book with a tricky plot, it would be difficult to make money from them in the future, so he had to end it with a beautiful ending.

Should he be more literary or more sensational? The more Charles thought about it, the more headache he felt.

Charles looked up at the wall clock in the study. It was almost twelve o'clock.

Forget it, let's think about it tomorrow. It's so late... He yawned softly.

Just as he stood up and prepared to turn off the lights and leave, there was a soft knock at the door of the study.

"Who is it?" Charles asked softly, then got up and opened the door.

Fran came in wearing pajamas and holding a cup of coffee.

"Fran, why aren't you asleep yet?" Charles asked softly.

"I see you're still here at this time, you must be a little tired, right?" The sister looked at her brother, "So I made you a cup of coffee to refresh yourself."

"Oh, thank you so much!" Charles took the hot coffee cup and put it next to the desk.

His nose suddenly felt sour.

How long has it been since this girl was so considerate?

Was it two years ago or a year ago? I can't remember.

"Thank you, but you should go to bed quickly." Charles looked at his sister affectionately.

Fran's reaction was a little unusual. Her eyes were a little floating, wandering over her brother, with some rare hesitation and shyness on her face.

"Thank you..." the blushing girl suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Charles was a little surprised, and relieved after a moment. "Miss Leoran is back today?"

"Yes." Fran nodded gently. "She came back to class today, but she kept thanking me. I told her that you helped her..."

"I think she knows." Charles replied lightly. "Well, it's all in the past. There's nothing to mention. How is she now?"

Charles didn't tell Fran about the 300,000 transaction.

"She is now renting a house outside and living alone. After all, she doesn't want to live with her family anymore after something like this happened..." Fran's eyes were still a little wandering. "Hey, how could family members become like this? It's all the fault of money!"

"My dear, how could money be wrong?" Charles straightened his face, "It's people who make mistakes, it's people's greed. After people do despicable things, they blame the sin on money. Isn't that even more despicable?"

"Okay," Fran lowered her head.

"But since there is a chance today, I just happen to have something to tell you." Charles remembered something.

"What?"

"Your friend is not as pure as you think." Charles stared at his sister closely, "On the contrary, she is an extremely smart lady. I knew it from the first glance at the letter. She wrote that way to stimulate your sympathy and induce you to help her."

Fran continued to lower her head.

"You are kind-hearted, which is a good thing. I am not blaming you. However, if you think that everyone is kind-hearted, it is a great folly and will cause you great harm." Charles gently warned his sister, then took a sip of coffee. "But fortunately, you still have a brother. He will try his best to help you avoid those reefs."

Flan still lowered her head.

Charles felt a little regretful. Why did he tell her all this? Wouldn't it be enough to just watch secretly and take action when there was a problem?

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not..."

"I know." Fran, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly whispered. "I've always known it."

"Huh?"

"I know..." Fran raised her head and smiled at her brother, "Mary wrote this letter and described herself so pitifully, hoping to arouse my sympathy and let me save her..."

"From the actual situation, it seems that her purpose has been achieved." Charles replied calmly.

"Yes, maybe I was moved and used by her words, and I achieved her goal without hesitation..." Fran's smile added an unknown meaning, "But, but what would have happened if I ignored it at that time... She was in such an environment at that time, and she still thought of me, she believed that I would help her... Sir, how could I ignore it at that time?"

"That's true," Charles nodded, "This lady didn't bring much money, and the number of times she could bribe people was quite limited, so choosing the recipient was very important. She was able to think of you at the first time... It can be regarded as a bit of vision."

"You said she was scheming, but at that point, what's the sin of scheming! Fate played such a trick on her, what can she do? If her brother could help her, why should she work so hard?" Fran raised her head and argued for her friend, "It is fate that makes us have to do this."

Charles looked at his slightly excited sister and suddenly found that what she said made sense. He nodded, "You are right, not every girl has a responsible brother." Then, he took another sip of coffee.

His boasting made Fran a little angry.

"Not every brother tells his sister boring truths every day." She puffed up her cheeks.

"Haha... okay..." Charles laughed, "Well, let's not talk about such boring things. Your brother is really confused now..."

"Ah yawn..." Fran sneezed suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Charles was surprised, and then looked carefully at his sister who was only wearing thin cashmere pajamas. "Don't stay outside for a long time if you are wearing such thin clothes. Go back to sleep quickly!"

"Okay." Fran agreed to her brother's request and turned away.

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After his sister left, Charles continued to sit at the desk and continue to think. After a while, he still felt that his mind was in a mess and he couldn't come up with any inspiration.

Oh, it's better to go to bed early. In the end, Charles, who was exhausted, chose to give up.

He finished the last of the coffee, then turned off the light and walked back to his bedroom.

Perhaps it was because he had overworked his brain today, or perhaps it was because of the coffee, but after lying on the bed, Charles still had trouble falling asleep, and he kept thinking about the ending.

Words rolled in his mind, constantly combining and breaking, and one line after another flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and a few lines that were finally combined flashed before his eyes. If this is the case...

Yes! Yes! That's it!

Regardless of his physical fatigue, Charles quickly got up and went to the study to record his newly conceived ending.

In order not to disturb others, he picked up the candlestick, then gently walked down the stairs and walked towards the study.

However, when Charles gently opened the door of the study, he saw a scene that he might never forget in his life.

His sister, Fran, was sitting in her chair, concentrating on reading the manuscript she had just written. Her face was red and seemed to be bleeding. Her blue eyes were covered with a mist, and there seemed to be traces of tears in the corners of her eyes.

This! How could this happen!

Charles was roaring in his heart.

As a great and glorious time traveler, he ended up writing such female-oriented palace fighting articles to sell for money. This has always been a matter of shame for Charles, so he has always been very secretive about his sister and others, and never mentioned it. Moreover, his sister didn't seem to care about what he was writing. No, she never asked once.

He never thought that he would see such a scene today.

"Uh..." The huge shock made Charles exclaim.

After a moment, his consciousness returned, and then he stopped exclaiming.

But it was too late.

Hearing the noise, Fran looked up and found that her brother was looking at her with his eyes wide open and an unbelievable look on his face.

She was stunned, and the red clouds on her face faded instantly, leaving only the paleness of fat jade.

"Uh..." Charles didn't know what to say, looking at his sister awkwardly.

After a moment, he said one word. "Good evening..."

At a speed hundreds of times faster than it disappeared, the red cloud covered his sister's face again, and tears seemed to gather in her eyes again.

"Sorry... sorry... I didn't know you were here... Actually, I..." Charles didn't know what he was saying, but just kept saying, "If... If I... But..."

"Are you satisfied now?" His sister stood up, and her tone was so fierce and harsh that Charles felt like he had never heard it before.

"This..." Charles still didn't know what to say, but in the end he finally thought of it, "Go to bed early, don't get cold... Okay..."

"Are you satisfied now?" The look of looking at a dirty canvas returned to Fran's eyes. The blue flame seemed to be able to burn everything.

Suddenly, she rushed out of the door at a very fast speed, and even Charles couldn't avoid it and was hit on the shoulder. "I'm going to sleep! Don't bother me!"

Charles stared at the messy desk in a daze, his mind blank.

After a while, he suddenly remembered the purpose of coming to the study again.

Damn, I forgot what I was thinking before!

His head hurt again.

Forget it, let's go back to sleep.

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