Flowers, Swords and France

After returning to the room, Fran gave a small cheer. Because of the excitement, there was a hint of blush on her pale face.

"It's really nice of you to come and see me."

"Originally I planned to come see you after school in the afternoon." Matilda replied gently, "However, after hearing that you were sick, Mary was very nervous and kept wanting to see you, so she had to ask for leave and come together. …”

Fran looked at Mary happily, then reached out and took the other person's hand. "Mary, you are so kind!"

The girl with a melancholy face forced a smile. "It's good to see you're okay."

Seeing the other party's behavior, Fran wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to say it, so she had to pretend to be fine and change the topic. "It's rare that you come to my house today, why don't you just visit? Have a good time at my house..."

"Yes, but it can't be too late. My carriage is here, and there is a gate at home. Coming home too late will make dad crazy." Matilda answered.

Then, she glanced around Fran's bedroom.

Fran's bedroom was decorated much more pink and pink than the old Marquis and Charles's rooms: pink carpet, pink sheets, and a few puppets on them. There are several large wardrobes and a mirror hanging above the gold-painted teak dressing table, but there are not many cosmetics placed on it. But what's different is that there are some paintings on the walls that the owner is satisfied with.

Attracted by the paintings, Matilda walked to the wall and admired a painting left by her owner over the years.

"The technique of this painting is a bit unfamiliar, but the artistic conception is quite good. The sunset dyes the farmland golden, which makes people feel comfortable."

"This was painted three years ago. Of course my technique was very unfamiliar at that time." Fran happily explained beside her.

Matilda seemed to really appreciate these paintings and read them one by one under Fran's explanation. But Mary still didn't say much, just followed silently and admired the paintings, occasionally interjecting a few words.

After a while, Mary suddenly said: "I have something to do, let's go out for a while."

Fran was a little surprised, then nodded in relief after a moment.

After Mary walked out of the room and closed the door, Fran sighed. "Poor Mary!"

"Her mood is easy to understand. It's good that she can still hold on." Matilda replied calmly, "What we can do is try our best to relieve her mood and help her recover as soon as possible."

"She should be looking for her brother to thank her now." Fran speculated with a smile, "My brother should be able to enlighten her."

It’s my brother again! Matilda smiled bitterly, is her brother God? However, judging from what has happened, he does have some ability and is not an ordinary person.

"I hope so." She replied calmly.

Then she changed her eyes to a cautious one. "Fran, I came to see you today, and there is another important thing."

"What?" Fran was surprised.

"Where is that letter?" Matilda's expression changed from calm to solemn. "Since it is of no use, let's destroy it."

Fran, who suddenly understood, smiled apologetically.

"Oh, look at how I remember my last name! I forget everything when I'm sick! I'll return it to you right away."

Previously, just in case, Fran had approached Matilda and asked her to persuade her grandfather or simply forge a letter, but Count Dillion did not want to get involved in this matter at all because of his relationship with Duke Treville. It's not because he's afraid of Duke Treville, but because they already have a relationship, and the count doesn't want to ruin the relationship because of something that has nothing to do with him.

In desperation, Matilda really did something appalling - she forged a letter from her grandfather and prepared to send it to the relevant legal professionals, using her grandfather's voice to hint at their suspicion of the Marquis Leolan's family. Request for a negative judgment.

Technically speaking, there is no problem - due to old age and busy schedules, His Excellency the Lord Privy Seal does not have much energy to read each letter one by one, let alone reply. Therefore, his favorite granddaughter played the role of secretary to a certain extent, often helping to read letters in front of his grandfather and making formatted replies to unimportant letters.

I'm afraid that the earl's arrangement also has the intention of cultivating the family's children.

Therefore, it was quite easy for Matilda to forge a "Grandpa's Letter" and stamp it with the earl's personal seal.

Moreover, she had also carefully considered that her grandfather held a high position and those in the legal profession would not easily see him. Even if they did, who would mention such a thing out of curiosity? Generally speaking, they won’t wear gangs.

Even if she cheats on her, she thinks that her grandfather will not punish her too much because this kind of thing is not a big deal in his eyes. At most, he could scold her and be grounded for a few days. He always loved him very much.

To be able to think of doing such a thing, the determination and courage hidden under the delicate appearance of the two girls are really impressive!

After she forged the letter, she asked the servant to give it to Fran, ready to send it to key people in case Charles failed to do things well or was a little behind.

Looking at it now, the incident has been resolved quite satisfactorily, and this letter is no longer useful—it even seems a bit risky. So she came here today. Visiting Fran was her main purpose, and taking back this letter was also an important purpose.

Fran walked towards her dressing table, her steps were a little unsteady because she was still sick.

She picked up a small box, then rummaged through it and finally pulled out a letter. However, just as she took out the letter, her hand accidentally swept over a box next to it, and the box fell on the carpet, and all the letters inside were scattered on the floor.

"Oops!" Fran screamed, then turned around and smiled apologetically at Matilda, then waved her to come over to take the letter.

Matilda walked over, stretched out her hand to take the letter, she opened it and saw that it was indeed the one she forged.

"It's great to not have to use it." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, it's great!" Fran echoed, then leaned over to pick up the letters scattered on the floor.

Matilda followed her movements and shifted her gaze to the carpet.

"Ah!" She exclaimed in shock.

Because she saw a letter, a letter sent from the Earl of Dillion's house.

There are two types of envelopes in the Count Dillion family. One is used for official letters or more important formal letters. The back of the envelope is printed with the Count's coat of arms - a mermaid wearing a laurel wreath wrapped with bauhinia flowers; the other is a more personal letter, used on certain occasions, with only a small bauhinia emblem on the back.

And she found a letter from her family among the pile of envelopes on the ground at a glance.

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

What happened? She clearly remembered that she only sent that one letter to the Treville family. Who wrote it? And it was written to the young lady of the Treville family?

Although shocked, Matilda's usual experience still kept her calm. She asked lightly. "Where did these letters come from? Love letters?"

"Of course not!" Fran blushed and immediately refuted, then she looked at Matilda carefully and lowered her voice. "You have to keep it a secret, okay?"

"Hmm?"

"These are letters that the publisher forwarded to my brother." Fran whispered, "I've said this before. My brother has written some novels, so he's a bit famous. Readers often send letters, and then the publisher forwards them all to me. I took them and opened them first. If they were supportive or reasonable suggestions for improvement, I would leave them to my brother; if they needed a reply but were not important, I would reply myself; if they were unreasonable attacks and insults, I would burn them directly to avoid affecting his mood..."

"Oh..." Matilda understood.

"Don't tell my brother, I did it secretly..." Fran carefully warned Matilda, "I also begged the servants, but they kept it a secret from my brother. My brother still thinks that the publisher reviewed the readers' letters..."

Matilda understood, completely understood.

That letter was also written by herself.

I have been reading novels by a new writer since a few years ago. From the initial newspaper serialization to the later publication of the full book, I have witnessed the whole process of the writer's popularity.

Strangely, although it is about the court, the author does not focus entirely on depicting the flashy court life and boring etiquette and courtesy, but focuses more on the characterization and fate of the characters. Moreover, the characters in the novel are not brainless vases, but more like smart people with flesh and blood and wisdom - that is why Matilda likes these works.

The author's calm and passionate writing style is extremely in line with her taste. And the poetic sighs in the ordinary make her admire it even more.

However, although it is considered popular, the writer seems to never appear in public. No reader has seen him (her). For several years, there has been no unified result in their small circle's speculation about the author's identity.

In addition, in order to encourage the author, exchange plots and give her own suggestions, Matilda had sent letters to the publisher many times, and through the publisher, she communicated with the mysterious author several times - as for whether it was the author's reply, God knows.

Unexpectedly... Unexpectedly...

Under the huge shock, even a calm person like Matilda could not help but be moved.

"Matilda, what's wrong with you?" Fran was a little strange.

"Oh, nothing." Matilda immediately came back to her senses and covered it up with a smile. "I just thought that you have done so much for your brother silently, which is really admirable."

This is also the truth.

There must be a lot of letters forwarded by the publisher. She has to read them one by one and make sorting choices. It's really amazing that she has the patience! Matilda sighed secretly.

"It's not that hard..." Fran smiled shyly, "It was a bit troublesome at first, but after I got familiar with it, I could decide how to deal with a letter in just a dozen seconds. Even if I need to reply, I can write some familiar clichés in a few seconds... By the way, didn't I recommend it to you before? Although my brother is not a good person, the book is still interesting? You can take a look... But, for some reason, my brother doesn't like others discussing his book with him in front of him, so don't tell him in person..."

Will I tell you that I have read it a long time ago?

Matilda smiled lightly, her eyes flickered behind the glasses, with a strange color.

"I'll go see Mary first, she and your brother should have finished talking, right?"

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