Flowers, Swords and France

After the minister assigned the task, Kong Ze soon followed Mr. Dilion to the palace. .Before the actual work was carried out, at his request, Mr. Dillion gave him a list that had been compiled.

After Kong Ze took it, he browsed it carefully and found that the records above were very detailed. Not only were the names and family origins of the guests, but they were also arranged in order of important surnames according to the status of the guests. Some of the names even had the words " The detailed notes clearly put a lot of thought into.

"Thank you very much," Kong Ze quickly thanked the other party, "you will save me a lot of time."

"No, hurry up and do your job well, sir." Mr. Dillion replied warmly, "We, like you, hope this matter can be resolved as soon as possible."

Although he was polite on the surface, Kong Ze could still feel the courtier's hidden contempt for him in his heart. They are cautious when talking to those they fear, polite when talking to their equals, and cold and vicious when talking to those below them. The courtiers of the French court have always been like this, or it can be said that the courtiers all over the world are like this. .

And he could only endure this silent contempt in his heart. Because his status is obviously lower than this gentleman - even when he is suddenly entrusted with important tasks.

"Okay, let me screen them first and let the gentlemen with the highest priority go home as soon as possible." He nodded lightly.

"That's best." Mr. Dillion also nodded, and then glanced at Kong Ze worriedly, "Because of these things, you also understand that His Majesty the King will have some...some distrust of us, Therefore, it is probably the best choice for you to come to deal with the aftermath. I sincerely hope that you can help His Majesty to solve his problems."

After hearing his words, Kong Ze was stunned again.

He was depressingly aware that everyone in the palace and government was very evasive about the king's assassination, and had little interest in the truth, let alone shared the same hatred and indignation. They just wanted to calm down the incident as soon as possible. And this Mr. Dilion also kept hinting to himself that he should be careful not to cause trouble again.

I am afraid that if His Majesty the King is really unfortunately killed in this assassination, not many people in this palace will really shed a few tears. He sighed again in his heart.

In order to free himself from this meaningless thinking, he picked up the list and read it carefully.

At this moment, a palace attendant walked up to Mr. Dillion and whispered something in his ear. After Mr. Dilion heard this, his expression immediately became more solemn.

Next, he turned to look at Kongze and sighed heavily.

"Sir, another unfortunate thing has happened."

"What?" Kong Ze asked quickly.

"Although the doctors tried their best to save the captured assassin," he sighed softly, "he still died. He only had time to ask a few more questions before he died."

Regardless of sighing, Kong Ze immediately asked again eagerly. "What was asked? What did he say? Does he have any other accomplices?"

"He said that he was a martyr of the Bourbon royal family. He dedicated his life for the legitimate monarch and died without regrets. It's a pity that he didn't..." Mr. Dillion frowned and swallowed the word 'usurper' warily. , "Kill our King. Bah, these royalists are really heinous villains, they actually committed such a despicable crime! They are still so stubborn in the end!"

Although he was cursing, Kong Ze did not feel any excitement from the other party. Maybe the courtiers had already forgotten what anger was.

After a few scoldings, Mr. Dillion quickly regained his composure.

"However, it's good to be like this now. It makes your and my work a lot easier." He forced a smile to Kong Ze again, "Just follow the policy just now and let the gentlemen with the highest priority go home first. , you can make arrangements for the rest, and remember not to cause any more trouble."

Kong Ze, who had thoroughly understood the meaning above, naturally had no other ideas. He picked up the list again in a perfunctory manner, and felt a little uninterested in his heart.

This was not the opportunity to stand out that he wanted at all, he was just following orders.

However, amidst this lack of interest, he suddenly found an interesting bright spot.

"Treville?" he said silently.

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Dillion.

"Three people from the Treville family are here? And they are all young people?" Kongze asked casually.

"Well, the two ladies and one gentleman are both young people." The courtier nodded slightly, "The Treville family is a famous family, so it's not surprising."

"One is the granddaughter of the Duke of Treville, and the two are the grandson and granddaughter of the Marquis of Treville..." As if he didn't hear Dillion's words, Kongze whispered to himself, but he couldn't say it. Why, "Marquis de Treville..."

"So what?" The Dillion family reacted a little strangely to him, "They were invited in by Ms. Adelaide. Is there any problem?"

"If I remember correctly, the Marquis de Treville was a general in the Napoleonic era, right?" Conze recalled the information he knew, because he had devoted himself to studying those important people with potential problems for a while. "The Marquis often made some remarks that missed the old empire era, and even said disrespectful remarks to His Majesty many times, although there is no concrete evidence that he is a rebel..."

"So what?" Mr. Dillion continued, "We can't arrest people just because they said some disrespectful remarks, otherwise half of the French people will have to go to jail. Besides, that person's last name is Treville..."

"That person's last name is Treville..."

When Dillion said this, his expression was very natural, as if he was talking about something that was natural. Obviously, in his mind, he firmly believed in the idea that "people should be treated differently according to their surnames and family backgrounds."

Here it comes again, here it comes again! This tone again!

Is there a natural difference between the last name Treville and the last name Conze? Are you nobles destined to be superior? Am I born inferior to you?

Unexplained anger slowly filled Kongze's heart, no, never!

He suddenly decided that he had to give the other party a face no matter what, although he didn't particularly believe in his heart that a real rebel would bring his sister to assassinate His Majesty the King.

"I want to ask him, I always feel a little suspicious." He said in a deep voice.

Anyway, we have to do something to show the superiors and His Majesty the King. It's better to pick a few young people to do it than to pick those powerful big men.

The smile on Diliyon's face disappeared, and he looked at Kongze quietly, as if he wanted to confirm that he was not joking.

Kongze looked back at the other party expressionlessly.

After a moment, Mr. Diliyon laughed again, and that smile made people feel like spring breeze.

"If you insist on this view, of course you can. You are the main person in charge now, of course you can." He calmly cleared his responsibility.

It was a long time before Kong Ze truly understood the meaning of this smile.

This was an exclamation, but also a mockery.

“You are too serious…”

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Led by the lady-in-waiting, Fran returned to the hall.

The original text is available at 6 # 9 @shu/bar!

Ms. Adelaide had returned to her bedroom with the help of her and the lady-in-waiting. She was very tired, but after His Majesty the King was out of danger, she ran to the King to visit him regardless of anything. It was not until she confirmed that her brother was no longer in danger that she relaxed and almost fainted, and was finally helped back.

After experiencing these unforgettable scenes, Fran found that she had a lot more thoughts. Along the way, she felt heavy in her heart, as if there was something she couldn't let go of.

What was it? Obviously His Majesty the King had been saved, and everything had returned to normal, why was she still so uneasy... She thought carefully.

Brother... Wait, brother!

Suddenly, she thought of a very serious problem, a problem she had not thought about before.

Brother... Could my brother be related to this matter? Why did he suddenly change his direction and ask her to help him enter the palace? Could it be...

No way... Her steps were a little staggering. No way!

It must not be, it must not be!

The girl said to herself secretly in her heart.

However, when she followed the lady-in-waiting back to the hall, the thing that scared her the most happened.

She saw a palace attendant with several guards, just walked to a corner of the hall, and then took a person away.

And that person... was her brother.

He looked very calm now, and smiled gently. The person sitting next to him was Charlotte, but Fran could no longer see her at this time. In Fran's eyes, there was only the brother who followed the palace attendant out quietly.

Could it be true?

How could this be!

France felt dizzy and her knees were weak. It was hard for her to prevent herself from fainting on the ground.

My brother, how could you do such a stupid thing! She cried in her heart.

What to do? What to do?

There is a type of people who think faster the more panicked they are. Fran quickly thought of the only way.

She turned to look at the lady next to her and tried to pretend to be calm.

"I suddenly remembered something important and I need to see the lady."

The lady was stunned.

She didn't want to offend this girl who seemed to be very popular with the lady, but Lady Adelaide was resting now, and no one could afford to offend her if she disturbed her.

"The lady is resting, please go and see her later." She said perfunctorily with a flattering smile, hoping that this seemingly docile girl would give up.

Then, she was pushed away. God knows how this girl has so much strength.

"Ms. Treville!"

No one can catch up with Fran, she is just flying. God knows how she can find such abundant energy. Fran remembered the way from the ladies' room to the hall, so without any hesitation or pause, she ran from the corridor to the side door, passing through one corridor after another. Her speed was so fast that even the servants and guards were stunned. The lady-in-waiting who followed her could not even see her figure anymore.

Finally, she arrived at her destination. She didn't care about her exhausted body. She rushed to the door of the dormitory like a feather swept by the wind, knocking on the thick door of the folding fan frantically. The sound was so loud that even she couldn't believe it.

Brother, wait for me! (To be continued.)