Flowers, Swords and France

It must be said that although it was their first meeting, Ms. Adelaide left a very good impression on Charles: gentle, kind, and able to pay attention to the emotions of others. . Sure enough, the reason why she gained such a good reputation among the people was not just for fame and reputation.

But, even so, Charles continued to plan to destroy his brother and the throne of the House of Orleans without any guilt. Feelings are feelings, career is a career, and he can completely distinguish the difference.

However, there are more important things to do now.

Under the leadership of the female attendant, Charles returned to the banquet hall, while his sister was left with Ms. Adelaide, who seemed to want to chat with her. Ciel was also happy about this - if something unexpected happened later, it would be more convenient for him if Fran stayed with this lady.

It's a pity that this is the banquet hall of the palace after all, and there are too many people that can be accommodated. He was not able to find Charlotte at once, so he had to pretend to stroll in the hall casually, hoping to achieve his goal as soon as possible.

The host of the banquet, Prince Jourville, was standing in the center of the hall with his wife (Francesca, the fourth daughter of Brazilian Emperor Pedro I), smiling and greeting some important guests, and his The son, who had just turned two years old, was taken back to the room to rest by his wet nurse after making an appearance. Not many people paid attention to him - after all, he was only the protagonist in name.

The eldest male in the second generation of the Orleans royal family, the Duke of Nemours, the elder brother of Prince Jourville, also came with his wife just now, but he just exchanged a few polite greetings with his brother and left, causing a stir. The onlookers were whispering. It seems that the two princes are not in harmony with each other and are fighting each other openly and secretly. It is not just a rumor.

The old King Louis Philippe was seventy-five years old and was not in good health. Everyone knew that his time was running out. No wonder the two princes were so eager.

While Charles was still wandering around, she discovered that Baron Beauvain and his daughter walked up to the prince and were chatting happily with the prince and his wife. An important financier like Baron Beauvain would naturally be able to receive such preferential treatment, but Charles, who is currently in a humble position and has a low reputation, would certainly not receive such treatment. His Highness the Prince might not even be able to see it from the corner of his eye. to him.

However, this also happened to be convenient for him. He is not talking to anyone now, but is concentrating, his eyes wandering around, trying to find Charlotte.

However, despite this, Ciel never found Charlotte. As time passed, Charles became more and more anxious. Where had she gone? Are you still doing something secretly? Charles was very suspicious.

In his anxiety, his eyes became sharper, as if he wanted to use his eyes to pick out that person in the crowd.

Finally, he found it.

She was standing in a corner, chatting with a young man standing next to her. Her expression had returned to its usual calmness, and her face was filled with a formulaic smile. The sapphire in the rose-shaped brooch on the front shone softly, making her even more feminine.

This is Charlotte! Finally found her!

In this situation, who would have imagined or believed that she was here to do that kind of thing?

The young man next to her looked familiar, and then he quickly thought about it. This was the son of the Baron de Beauvain whom he had met once, Maurice de Beauvain, an officer in the palace.

how? Is this also a member of the Royal Party?

No, it's impossible. Charles immediately denied his thoughts. How could this playboy have the guts to do such a thing, and people like Baron Beauvain would definitely not do such a thing. Charlotte just took it. He was just using it as a cover.

With no time to think about anything else, Charles immediately walked towards her quickly pretending to be unintentional.

Charlotte also immediately noticed the young man walking towards her, and her eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

"Miss Treville, what's wrong?" The young man who was chatting with her keenly noticed Charlotte's emotional changes.

The moment of resentment was quickly suppressed, and Charlotte quickly put on a smile again.

"nothing."

Following her line of sight, Morris immediately spotted Charles. After a moment of surprise, he also remembered that he had seen this person, but it seemed that his "intelligence" had not been updated yet.

"Your brother is here too?" he asked carefully, "Why, you don't seem happy to see him?"

After hearing Morris' question, Charlotte couldn't help laughing again.

She suddenly recalled in her mind the visit she and Charles had made to the Baron Beauvain's house not long ago. There had been thrills and panics, but in the end, what she got was a surprise.

But soon, she remembered why she came today, and her expression returned to seriousness.

"Well, I'm very unhappy." She nodded slightly, "We have had a few quarrels recently, and I don't want to talk to him, but... you see, he always comes to me."

"Then, at least tonight, you don't have to worry about it." Maurice replied immediately, and then stood in front of Charlotte with his tall body, looking at Charles coldly. In my heart, I was secretly happy that I finally found an opportunity to please my sweetheart.

Just when he was standing up, Ciel had already walked over.

"Your sister doesn't want to see you right now." Maurice made a gesture to stop Charles, "Mr. Treville, although I don't understand what happened, I think she has the right to avoid you..."

However, to his surprise, this gentle-looking young man walked directly in front of him without any regard for etiquette, and then looked at him face to face.

"Since you don't know the situation, please get out of the way?" Charles said to him unceremoniously, "I have something important to say to her!"

Maurice was stunned for a moment, and then immediately hit back.

"Your behavior makes me doubt your upbringing."

"This has nothing to do with you!" Charles raised his voice, "Get out of the way!"

In the face of such a rude attack, Maurice only felt the blood rushing to his face. He opened his eyes wide in anger and glared at Charles.

"What if I don't get out of the way? I don't think you have any right or qualification to order me around!"

And Charles stared back without showing any weakness.

"Are you ready to bear the consequences, Mr. Bowen?!"

The two young men confronted each other, and they were about to fight if they disagreed.

Charles' voice had already made the people around him look over here in confusion, and several people even pointed and talked about this side in a low voice.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

In their opinion, two young people and a beautiful woman, the situation seemed clear at a glance... Seeing this scene, some people laughed, obviously accustomed to such a popular scene, no one came out to persuade, obviously they all had the mentality of watching the joke.

Charlotte, who was standing behind Morris, was different. She knew Charles, she knew that Charles was not an impulsive person, and would not be so rude, unless... it was intentional. Yes, it was intentional!

At this moment, she understood Charles' idea-he just wanted to make a little trouble, and then entangled herself, at least to attract some other people's attention and make it inconvenient for her to move.

Hateful! Her anger increased a bit.

But now, just being angry is useless. It must be resolved as soon as possible. Someone nearby has already noticed this. If it is not resolved as soon as possible, it will be troublesome later!

"Consequences?!" Morris laughed, "I really want to see what the consequences are, how..."

"Mr. Bowan, forget it." Charlotte's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting him, "Let him talk to me, okay, I think about it, there are indeed some misunderstandings between us that need to be resolved..."

Morris was confused by Charlotte's words. He looked back at Charlotte in a daze, then turned back to look at Charles, obviously at a loss.

"Morris," Charlotte emphasized again, "I want to talk to him, you go somewhere else to play first, okay?"

Although it was an inquiring tone, it was obviously an ordering tone.

"But..." The poor young man obviously wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it for a moment, "I mean... okay..."

"If you need anything later, don't forget to call me." He finally succumbed to Charlotte's firm eyes and decided to leave for the time being. He just glared at Charles hatefully, then nodded to Charlotte, "I'll wait for you."

Charles smiled and watched the other's back gradually going away.

"Are you satisfied now, Mr. Treville?" Charlotte looked at Charles coldly, with both questioning and some pain in her eyes. "I told you not to come, but you didn't listen to me at all. Have you really forgotten who you are?"

"I didn't forget." Charles' expression was very calm, "On the contrary, you forgot who you are."

"Nonsense!" Charlotte interrupted him angrily, "Even if you don't remember that you are a descendant of the Treville family, you should at least remember what you are."

"On the contrary, just because I remember that we both have the last name Treville, I can conclude that you have forgotten who you are," Charles retorted, "You regard other people's casual declarations as unchangeable creeds, and regard other people's worthless promises as obligations that must be fulfilled. This is really stupid!"

"You know everything?!" Charlotte was shocked.

"Am I that stupid?" Charles answered sarcastically.

Slowly, Charlotte's expression changed from panic to anger, and finally returned to calm.

"So, you came to stop me today?" She asked coldly, and the coldness in her eyes could almost freeze people.

"So what?"

"Don't even think about it!" (To be continued.)