Flowers, Swords and France

The sunshine in winter is weak, but it can still restore light to the world. .The thrilling and complicated night is finally over, but the impact of this night is far from disappearing.

As time went by, groups of guests were sent home, and the major news of "the king was attacked" instantly spread throughout the city with the return and vivid descriptions of these people, attracting countless people. Or comments of horror or regret.

However, Ciel didn't have time to think about so much at this time.

He is now sitting in the same carriage with Fran and Charlotte, preparing to rush back to his home first - Charlotte was forced to go with him.

Charles and Charlotte sat on both sides, while Fran sat between them. Along the way, the three people in the carriage were silent. The atmosphere was depressing and cold, and everyone looked worried.

Finally, Ciel decided to find something to say to lighten the mood.

"Flan, do you have a cold?"

Yes, Fran seemed to have caught a cold and huddled up on Charles' side, so although the carriage was relatively narrow, her clothes rarely touched Charlotte.

"No, I'm fine," Fran shook her head slightly.

There is still some redness and swelling on her face, and the marks from last night are so deep that the girl has not yet recovered.

"Oh, it's fine." Charles nodded slightly, and these questions and answers finally made the atmosphere less tense.

He glanced at Charlotte next to him calmly - she was still sitting blankly, with a very cold face. She didn't seem to be listening to the conversation between Charles and his sister next to him. In addition, Charlotte also leaned very close to the side, and also tried her best not to touch Fran.

Charles thought for a while and finally decided not to provoke her by talking to her.

What he didn't expect was that it was Charlotte who spoke to him first.

"Mr. Treville, you must be very proud now, right? You acted like a hero in front of your sister for a while, and you proudly ruined my good deeds..." She looked straight ahead, not looking at the person next to her at all. Brother and sister, "But don't be too happy too soon..."

"Actually, I'm not very happy." Charles interrupted her warmly.

"That's even worse. You work so hard, but in the end you can't even get a little happiness..." Charlotte's tone was more teasing and sarcastic. It was obvious that she didn't intend to hide herself anymore, "From now on As a result, you have become the lackey of the person I hate most, and you are a lackey who does not ask for any compensation. Do you think you have anything else to defend?"

Fran was still looking up out of the car window as if Charlotte didn't exist at all, but Ciel couldn't do that anymore.

"It seems that your current mental state is still very good, I don't need to worry?" Charles also brought a little sarcasm.

"Worried? Are you really worried that you will do this to me?" Charlotte sneered again, "But don't worry, I can bear it. I thought about what I should do if it doesn't succeed. Now It's just that misfortune really happened. Although failure is uncomfortable, it doesn't make people despair. How can such a small setback break me? I'm just sorry."

It seemed that Charlotte's previous despair was just to save her own life after the operation failed. Once it was confirmed that she was safe again, she no longer planned to hide her feelings.

Okay, great, that's not bad.

"I'm not going to explain anything more to you, and I won't be boring enough to apologize to you. In short, you did a stupid thing, and I saved you and myself before everything was irreversible. I That's all I want to say, you can accept it or not." Charles replied calmly, subconsciously pulling on Loveland again.

He was afraid that Fran would hear too much, so he was no longer willing to say more. However, it was already too late. After hearing this, Fran basically understood what happened last night. I couldn't help but feel a little funny and a little scared about my previous overreaction and the crime I almost committed.

Fortunately...fortunately it didn't come to that in the end, thank God! She sighed happily in her heart, but even now, she still has no regrets.

Even though her heart was so volatile, Fran still didn't say anything, but continued to lean against her brother, pretending not to understand anything. However, out of a habitual hatred, she secretly gave Charlotte a look of disgust, complaining fiercely that she had dragged her brother and sister into such a dangerous situation - obviously, everything was Xia Xia's fault. It's Lot's fault. If they hadn't caused these troubles, wouldn't everything be fine? !

As a result, let alone playing, I didn’t even have a chance to draw. Thinking of this, Fran could no longer suppress her hatred for Charlotte.

Although Ciel couldn't see this look due to the angle of view, Charlotte didn't miss it at all. She was in a very bad mood, so she sneered and gave Fran a vicious glare. The two of them looked at each other for a second, then pretended that nothing happened, and turned their heads away in unison.

"I told you, don't get too proud too soon," Charlotte sneered again, "Even if we don't succeed this time, we won't face the end of the world. At most, we will have to start over again. Tomorrow, the sun will be as it was today. The same will rise as usual, and our career will naturally succeed in the setbacks, and God's judgment will eventually be repaid on earth..."

"Really?" Charles did not comment, "Then we'll see."

Charles has a lot on his mind now, and he doesn't want to argue with Charlotte anymore. Charlotte seems to have recovered from the blow, so there is no need to worry about her doing anything stupid for a while, but he still has a lot of troubles to deal with.

At this time, the carriage finally stopped and arrived at the Marquis of Treville's house.

When Charles and others got off the car, they were surprised to find that the old marquis actually greeted them at the door of the mansion for the first time. When he saw his grandchildren coming back, he was obviously relieved, and then glanced at Charlotte quite sternly-obviously, as an elder, he was very dissatisfied with Charlotte's arbitrary behavior.

Charlotte wanted to say goodbye several times, but seeing the old man's expression, she didn't dare to say it in the end.

Soon, the old marquis suppressed his emotions, then nodded coldly to the three juniors, and then spoke.

"Flan, Charlotte, you are already very tired, go and rest first, Charles, come with me, I have something to ask you."

Although his words seemed to be a negotiation, no one would misunderstand the meaning of the order. Charlotte moved her mouth to say something else, but in the end she didn't say it, and had to follow the servant in.

"The lady needs to rest well, don't let anyone disturb her." Before leaving, the old marquis specifically reminded the servant again, obviously ordering him to keep a good lookout for Charlotte and not let her run away again.

After watching them go in, Charles followed the old marquis into the reception room.

Then the old marquis carefully closed the door, and then sat back opposite Charles with a serious expression.

"Charles, what happened in the palace last night has spread everywhere, and there are all kinds of sensational news. Tell me carefully, what happened? How is our poor king now?" Then he shook his head again, "Well... he should not be dead, otherwise you wouldn't come back so soon."

"Yes, he is not dead." Charles answered concisely, "He was just injured. I heard that he needs to rest for a while."

"As expected..." The old marquis nodded gently, "Then you have achieved your goal."

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

There are still some thorns in his words, and it is obvious that he is still dissatisfied with Charles for preventing King Louis-Philippe from being killed.

"Grandpa..."

Charles was about to explain something, but the Marquis of Treville raised his hand to stop him. "You don't need to explain so much to me. I've already said it. Just do it. You've grown up and have your own ideas. And the facts have proved that you do have your own way. I should and must trust you completely. Otherwise, how can I hand over this family to you? No need to explain..."

Charles looked at the old man's calm expression, and all his words were finally swallowed. He only said one word.

"Thank you."

The old man didn't say anything more about this issue. "Now that this matter has been resolved, it may be beneficial to us from other aspects."

"Other aspects?"

"Yes, I just heard that the government has preliminarily determined that the assassination was committed by the remnants of the royal party, so they will definitely make great efforts to retaliate against the royal party next, and will correspondingly reduce their attention to us." The old marquis analyzed calmly, "Moreover, I heard that in order to retaliate for this despicable action, the government intends to execute some of the royal party members who were arrested before..."

Charles was not particularly surprised when he heard the news. In the summer, they did catch some royalists, some of whom were exiled to serve hard labor, so of course there is plenty of material to vent their revenge now, which is not surprising.

He nodded indifferently.

"In addition, there is one more thing I want to tell you." After a moment of silence, the old marquis spoke again.

"What?"

"What do you think we should do with Charlotte?" The old marquis asked softly.

"Should we just send her back later?" Charles asked tentatively.

To be honest, Charles had not thought of a better way before. He couldn't just keep her under house arrest like this, right?

The old marquis's expression was still very serious.

"Philip has a suggestion that I think is very interesting."

"What suggestion?" Charles asked hurriedly.

"Why don't you just get married now, and then you work harder to tie her up at home..." There was no trace of joking on the old marquis' face, "This way he won't have to worry about how to explain to Charlotte."

"Uh... um..." Charles was completely surprised.

"What do you think? I think this is a good idea."

"Uh..." After hesitating for a while, Charles finally answered, "Let His Excellency the Duke worry about it first... It's too early to talk about this now." (To be continued.)