Flowers, Swords and France

"Charles, grandpa also said that the farmland will be my dowry from now on..."

When Charlotte said this, she herself, like Charles, fell down half-lying. .Then, the two of them lay on the bed together and looked at the garden outside the window.

"No wonder you are so anxious to solve it." Charles felt a little relieved.

"Am I the only one who should be worried about this?" Charlotte glanced at Charles with some displeasure.

The meaning is self-evident.

After hearing her words, Charles frowned and wanted to say something more, but he was afraid of making Charlotte angry, so he could only continue to stare out the window and remain silent.

"It's rare to give such a large piece of land to me as a dowry, isn't it? Grandpa still dotes on me after all." Charlotte continued, with some unconcealable joy on her face, "Charle, Let’s get it sorted out quickly… Then we’ll have a secure future!”

Charles listened quietly without saying a word.

With such a beautiful girl lying next to you, seriously considering her future life with you, how can she not let people get intoxicated with her?

"When these things are resolved, I, no, we will be able to have a large piece of real estate, which will bring us a large amount of stable income every year, so that we don't have to worry about our family. Then, when the king regains control of what was supposed to be Belonging to his country, we can truly live the life we ​​want..." Charlotte's eyes seemed to be covered with mist, It seems that he has already fallen into a reverie about the future life of the two of them, "Char, I will definitely make you a famous person in the court at that time. His Majesty will definitely take a special look at your talents. If you have talents, I will Let everyone know this! You will definitely be a minister and maybe prime minister by then, and I will help you make your name in history!"

However, as Charlotte narrated, Charles was slowly awakened from his intoxication.

Yes, she and I are basically on opposite sides now? !

"I don't particularly agree with this." After listening quietly for a long time, Charles finally spoke calmly, "I think that the His Majesty you are talking about will never be able to become a king again, so now you are just Just daydreaming."

Perhaps because Ciel's words were too sharp, Charlotte's face fell instantly.

"You are daydreaming! You and your grandfather are daydreaming! That Corsican ogre is dead, his nephew is worthless, and everyone in Europe knows that he is worthless. not worth!"

"Really?" Charles smiled coldly, "Even if he is worthless, we can still put him on the throne. Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it!"

"That was your mistake."

"Well...soon you will see that His Majesty the King will return to the country to rule the kingdom that God destined him to rule." Charlotte looked at Charles angrily, with a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. , and also some 'Why don't you just listen to me? ’ The helplessness and sadness. "When the time comes, no one can stop our happiness, not even you!"

"I will make your daydreams become empty." Charles was also a little annoyed by her and responded in the same way.

The two young men lying face to face were arguing with each other, their eyes facing each other, neither of them willing to step back from each other.

Suddenly, Charlotte straightened up, knelt down on the bed, and continued to glare at Charles. "Always like this, always like this..."

Then, what Charles never expected was that she suddenly rushed forward. Like a female cat that had discovered its prey, it pounced on Ciel.

"I hate you! I hate you!"

Accompanied by these murmurs of love and hate, she hugged Charles suddenly. Then, she closed her eyes and put her cheek against Ciel's.

Her warm lips pressed against Ciel's lips, and soon, her smooth tongue slowly stretched out, and then it was inserted into Ciel's mouth.

Although he didn't know what she was thinking at this time, and how the two people suddenly changed from arguing to kissing, Charles no longer wanted to delve into it, or in other words - he no longer had the extra thought to delve into it.

How many people can stay sane in this situation? He couldn't do it anyway.

The faint scent of laurel slowly penetrated his heart, he also closed his eyes, and then hugged Charlotte.

The two of them were in Charlotte's bedroom, on the bed where she usually slept, rolling over and kissing passionately, completely forgetting everything.

Years of bondage and years of discord were all melted into this short period of time. There have been countless quarrels, and they even parted ways, but they can never be forgotten. Even if you don't calculate the depth of love, even the hatred is strong enough that you can't tell them apart.

Is it more love or hate?

There is already an answer.

I don't know how long it took before the two of them stopped their deep kiss and then gently broke away from the hug.

With a lingering blush, Charlotte walked out of bed, walked to the dressing table, and then carefully arranged her clothes that had been messed up just now.

Charles was still lying on the bed, continuing to look at the garden outside the window.

In his heart, a sense of absurdity suddenly arose, "What the hell have I done!", as if he was very dissatisfied with the fact that he had just been "attacked calmly" without any resistance.

After tidying up her dress, Charlotte turned around and still looked at Charles with hatred. Her golden hair fluttered in the air, adding to her momentum at the moment.

"I hate you! I hate you!" She repeated this sentence several times, as if she wanted to shout out all the anger in her heart.

"I will win, and then drag you down that road. I really don't understand why someone would look down on such a good future? You are so stupid! Only we can be together!"

But history has proved that your failure is certain, and your path is also a daydream.

Charles kept this sentence in his heart, and then changed the subject softly.

"When are you going to leave?"

"Tomorrow," Charlotte replied unhappily, "So don't go back tonight, just stay here for one night, and we'll go together tomorrow..."

Seeing that Charles' eyes were a little strange, she immediately blushed and added loudly, "Of course not staying here! Is there a room missing in our house!"

"Even if you say that, I have to go home to deal with things, right? Besides, I have to tell Fran and the others..."

"If there is anything, can't you just write a note and send it over? Can't you handle it later?" Charlotte disagreed, "Are you still worried about something going to happen? What's the matter?"

"But it's better to tell her, right?"

"Charles, you spoil her too much. This is not good. I've said it so many times. Don't you understand?" Charlotte suddenly sighed softly, "After all, she is your sister. You can't spoil her all your life, right? One day she will have to get married. If you spoil her so much that she doesn't know anything and can't stand anything, how can she live in the future?" Charlotte took advantage of this rare opportunity to constantly instill some terrible ideas into Charles, "Charles, let Fran grow up well."

Charles was silent, partly because he couldn't think of how to refute.

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

He had to admit that every word she said made sense.

However, Charlotte's correct words aroused his anger for no reason.

"Fran is right. You seem to really dislike her."

His gaze made Charlotte speechless for a moment.

After a moment, she answered.

"Even if that's the case, so what? I have the right to dislike anyone!"

"That's not okay. You can dislike her, but I won't allow you to say bad things about her in front of me." Charles' voice became a little stern, "She's my sister, my only sister! I just want to spoil her, so what?"

As if to strengthen his tone, he said a sentence that suddenly popped up in his mind, "If she can't be happy because of this, then I will take care of her for the rest of her life, how simple it is!"

After saying this, Charlotte stared at Charles blankly, as if she had been stunned by shock.

To be honest, even Charles was a little surprised by his sudden words.

After a moment of silence, Charlotte spread her hands and made a helpless gesture.

"Okay, then you can guard your own angel, even if it's man-made...see how long you can guard it? And do you really think your sister doesn't know anything? It's ridiculous. People always like to deceive themselves, I'm used to it."

Just when Charles wanted to continue the argument, there was a clear sound at the door.

"What's the matter?" Charlotte asked in a low voice.

"Miss, the master wants you to come over for dinner." The person who spoke was Charlotte's maid, "And..."

When she was about to mention Charles, Charlotte interrupted her loudly. "Okay, I know, we'll be there right away!"

"Yes." The maid retreated quickly.

"It's already this time." Charles sighed, then got off the bed and planned to leave the room.

"Wait!" Charlotte stopped him quickly.

Then, she walked forward and re-arranged Charles's previously wrinkled bow tie.

"Do you really want people to know?"

"I thought you wouldn't be shy?" Charles looked at her in surprise.

Charlotte immediately pulled Charles' bow tie hard, and then glanced at him sideways.

"Hurry up, do you want my grandfather to wait for you?!"

………………

During the meal, the Duke of Treville and his son, the Duke of Philippe-Treville, and Charlotte's brother Eugene were all there. Except for her brother, the Duke of Treville's family gathered at the table today.

However, out of a necessary aristocratic courtesy, apart from the polite greetings at the beginning, no one asked about what happened just now, but considerately avoided embarrassment for the two.

The Duke of Treville just wanted to know the next arrangements for the two and wished them all the best.

"Don't worry, Grandpa, we will take care of everything over there!" Charlotte replied softly with a full smile. (To be continued.)