Flowers, Swords and France

Along the narrow street of Rivoli Street, horse-drawn carriages passed by, heading towards the center of power in France today.

After arriving at the edge of the Tuileries Gardens, all the carriages stopped, and the passengers got out of the carriages one by one, accepting polite but firm interrogations by the guards.

Among these passengers, the men were all well-dressed, wearing black evening gowns, and some even wore ribbons; while the women were all dressed up, jeweled, and smeared with makeup, for fear of not attracting everyone's attention.

Their gazes did not stay on the guards, but passed through the lush Tuileries Garden and onto the palace, the two-story building with a dome, which was the centerpiece of all dynasties after the 19th century. The residence of the supreme ruler of France.

It was this palace that witnessed the rise and fall of the French monarchy and the history of France throughout the nineteenth century.

"Brother, I'm a little scared..."

Fran held her brother's hand. She had returned to her usual cheerfulness and became even more nervous.

Because this was the first time in her life that she came to the place where the King of France lived, so it would be strange not to be nervous.

"It doesn't matter, don't be afraid, what you are going to see is just a bad old man." Charles replied in a low voice.

If it was a century or two ago, with her background, she would have been in and out of Versailles countless times... The difference in times cannot be measured in miles, Charles couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Hey!" Fran glanced around in horror. After finding that no one was paying attention, she let out a small breath, and then looked at her brother dissatisfied again, "How can you talk like this? Woolen cloth?"

Charles shrugged indifferently, and then, like everyone else, turned his attention to the Tuileries Palace in the distance.

Although he kept muttering in his heart, "It's far from the Forbidden City, but that's it...", but he had the opportunity to come here and take a look, I have to say, he was still a little happy.

When he traveled to France in his previous life, all he could see was the Tuileries Garden, which was crowded with tourists, not even the ruins. When the Paris Commune failed in 1871, all the French emperors had worked hard to manage it for seventy years. The entire palace that rose up was destroyed in the flames, along with the French monarchy. The ensuing Third Republic decided not to restore the Tuileries Palace because the palace had become a symbol of the French monarchy and empire. In 1883, all the ruins of the palace's main buildings were demolished, so the only things Charles could visit in his previous life were the Tuileries Garden and the Louvre and Auxerre next to it. Just a church.

However, in the final analysis, even if he transcended history and saw the actual palace, that was all. Ciel's excitement only lasted for a few seconds and disappeared.

Ciel quickly withdrew his distant gaze and then turned to his sister.

She was rarely dressed up today. Since it was almost winter, she was wearing a white woolen skirt with complex patterns woven on it and silk lace; she was also wearing a Wearing a thin pearl necklace and holding the fan given to her by Charles in her hand, she looked both delicate and delicate as a girl, and also had a hint of the charm of a young girl.

However, what Charles was thinking about at this time was another question.

"Why are you always looking at me..." Fran asked seemingly resentfully.

"Isn't it cold?" Charles asked with concern, "The wind is quite strong today..."

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Fran gave him a quick glare.

What seemed like resentment suddenly turned into real resentment.

She pulled away her hand, turned her head and looked at the palace in front of her.

"It's not cold!"

Although I don’t understand why Fran suddenly became angry again, but...well, as long as it’s not cold.

After a moment, Fran saw her teacher and walked over quickly, "Teacher, good evening!"

She whispered hello.

The dazzling girl who suddenly walked towards him really startled the old painter. He came to his senses after a second or two, and he quickly said hello with a smile.

"Ah, good evening, Miss Treville, we were wondering when you would come." After saying that, he turned to smile at a palace lady next to him.

The female officer nodded solemnly in return. She was one of Ms. Adelaide's personal attendants.

At this time, Charles also followed, and then also said hello to the old painter.

"Good evening, Mr. Durenberg."

To his surprise, after the old painter saw him, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he just nodded coldly in return.

When Charles didn't understand why, he had already turned his face away and walked away with the palace lady.

I don't blame the old man. He had met Charles at an art exhibition, so he couldn't figure it out at all. He didn't understand that this brother wanted to call himself his sister's fiancé. No matter how you looked at it, this was extremely deviant. Therefore, when he saw this young man who had originally made a good impression on him again, his eyes couldn't help but look a little strange.

To put it more simply, it’s the way ordinary people look at women...

Ciel, who still didn't know what happened, followed the three of them with a wry smile and accepted the interrogation by the guards.

Since King Louis Philippe came to power, he had experienced assassinations several times and almost died. He was already in fear. Naturally, he would do some work in the palace where he lived to ensure his life. Therefore, it was not surprising that all guests were checked at the banquet tonight.

The lady-in-waiting who led the way whispered something to the guards, and the guards, who had originally been very peaceful, became more humble. Then they saluted Charles and others, and then

Charles allowed several Swiss guards to search him in moderation, because he didn't bring any dangerous items.

Since hundreds of years ago, it was the Swiss mercenaries who guarded the French court. Unfortunately, they did not guard the life of any king, nor did they protect the survival of any dynasty.

And because Fran and others were ladies, they had special treatment. The court lady took a closer look and confirmed that there was no major problem before they could pass.

It seemed that the lady's instructions had worked. The guards were very quick in checking Charles and the others, and let them go at once. So Charles soon had time to cast his eyes on the people behind him.

He was looking for someone.

Where was she?

He looked around, trying to find the person in the crowd, but it seemed to be more difficult than he thought. Instead of finding Charlotte, Charles first found two familiar faces - the short and fat banker Baron Bovan and his daughter.

The baron was also wearing a black evening dress, with a blue ribbon on his chest, a single-lens clip-frame glasses on his left eye, and his daughter's hand beside him. His daughter was as high-profile and luxurious as ever, and the brilliance reflected by the diamond necklace was almost piercing. Soon, the father and daughter also saw Charles.

After a moment of astonishment, the banker quickly regained his composure, then smiled and nodded to Charles as a greeting.

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Charles nodded absentmindedly, then focused again.

Where is she? !

The question in his heart became louder and louder.

Since it was already night, although the lights were bright, the visibility was not strong, so Charles could only see some people, which made him a little anxious.

Until finally, when the attendant urged them to leave, he found the person.

She was wearing a white Crillon dress with a retro style, her golden hair was tied up in a bun, and there was a sapphire brooch on her chest. The expression on her face was solemn and serious, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

Even on such a day, she was still so radiant.

Charles did not say hello, he just frowned slightly and prepared to leave.

At this moment, as if she felt Charles's sight, Charlotte suddenly turned her body and looked at Charles.

In an instant, Charlotte, who was originally calm, suddenly changed her expression, from the initial astonishment to the later confusion, and finally to anger.

Soon, she frowned, her eyes were bright, and she stared at Charles tightly, her eyes seemed to be burning with endless anger.

Without her speaking, Charles knew what she wanted to say-"Stupid, didn't I tell you before? Don't come over! Why? Why don't you listen to me!"

What can Charles answer?

He just smiled slightly, and then shrugged slightly.

"I just want to come, what's your business?" He also answered with his eyes.

Charles' answer made Charlotte even more angry, and her eyes were so blazing that they seemed to burn through the hateful person in the distance.

"You will regret it!"

Just as Charles was about to answer, he suddenly felt his sleeve being pulled hard by someone.

He turned his head quickly, but found that it was his sister.

"Flan, what's the matter?"

"Brother, hurry up... Others have urged you several times, didn't you hear?" Fran looked impatient, "Before the banquet starts, Ms. Adelaide still wants to see us, you can't delay other people's time at will, it's too rude!"

Charles could only laugh off his sister's accusation.

"Okay, let's go."

That's right, let's go in first and see what she wants to do.

After Charles listened to the advice, Fran's face lit up, and then suddenly reached out and held her brother's hand tightly, and then turned around and gave Charlotte behind her an expressionless look.

Yes, she also saw Charlotte.

In this way, the two brothers and sisters of the Marquis of Treville entered the palace under Charlotte's extremely angry eyes. (To be continued.)