Flowers, Swords and France

Perhaps because this time the spoiling behavior was too extreme, so after a while, Charlotte still turned her eyes away angrily and refused to look at Charles. .

This silence made Charles feel a little embarrassed.

Although his ears still hurt after being pinched hard by Charlotte, the responsibility this time was indeed on him...

"Charlotte, okay, don't be angry, I just said it casually..." Charles walked to Charlotte's side and smiled flatteringly.

However, Charlotte still looked into the distance and ignored him. It was obvious that she was really angry just now.

As a last resort, Charles had to smile and continue to comfort her in a gentle voice.

However, although he kept apologizing, Charles didn't think he said anything wrong in his heart.

Since the 19th century, the importance of the steel industry to the country cannot be exaggerated. Especially in modern times, a country's steel production can almost be used as a comparative indicator of national strength. In any case, after seizing the national power, it is imperative to vigorously develop and support the steel industry.

Moreover, after Charles became the Secretary of State of the Ministry of Railways according to the predetermined plan, he could completely get his own factory into the supplier list - that is, to fill his home with gold and silver! His idea is very good both in public and private.

This place is also very good, not only rich in resources, but also in a good location.

What does steel need? It needs coke.

To refine coke, high-quality bituminous coal is needed, which is exactly the weakness of France.

France has a small coal reserve and a small output, which cannot be compared with Britain and Germany at all. Moreover, the mining conditions of coal mines are relatively poor, the quality is not good, and it lacks competitiveness. Therefore, in the era of the new round of industrial revolution in the mid-to-late 19th century, French steel companies at that time originally relied on imported coal (coke) for steel production... Germany in the northwest and Britain in the northeast.

And Giverny is near Normandy, close to the port and Paris. High-quality bituminous coal can be imported from the UK, transported here by rail, and then steel can be refined here, and then the steel products can be transported to all parts of the country by rail... Although the production cost is higher than that of British and German companies, as long as we can find a way to use national policies to protect and support them, the prospects will definitely be quite promising, at least there will be no big problem in expanding the domestic market.

In this era, heavy industries such as steel are indeed very profitable businesses, and they are also beneficial to the cultivation of national strength, and Charles has a way to ensure sales and markets for a period of time-all these factors add up, and Charles can't see any reason not to do this.

Moreover, after this round of craze is over, Charles will be able to make a fortune, enough to cope with the high initial investment.

Therefore, the only obstacle to this plan of making a fortune now seems to be the pastoral and poetic idyll in Charlotte's mind...

Humph, insignificant obstacles can definitely be easily solved.

After thinking of this, Charles kept all these thoughts in his heart, and prepared to talk to Charlotte about it when the time comes, anyway, there is still time now.

And now, the main task is to... coax Charlotte.

"Okay, don't be angry," Charles grabbed Charlotte's hand, "Didn't I apologize to you?"

Charlotte wanted to pull back her hand, but she was too weak to do it, so she had to let Charles hold her. With Charles's efforts, she finally turned her eyes away and looked at Charles hatefully. The usual smile on her face had disappeared without a trace, and she was completely out of control.

"I'm not angry!"

That means "I'm very angry", and Charles certainly understood what this meant.

"Okay, you're not angry, it's just that I was dizzy and said a lot of nonsense." Charles answered seriously, "Then, can I have the honor to continue to see this rural spring scenery with you?"

Charlotte continued to stare at Charles sternly, and Charles still smiled in response, as if he was sincerely apologizing to her.

In an instant, Charlotte suddenly flashed through her mind a series of pictures of her past interactions with this guy. In the past, they were always like this. Every time they quarreled over some inexplicable little thing, this guy would always comfort himself with such a smile, expecting his forgiveness, until the last time, she never waited for his apology.

"You have been like this since you were a child... every time... you always like to say some weird things to deliberately anger me..." She scolded Charles bitterly, but she didn't realize that her tone had softened a lot, "How could I be blind to like a guy like you? Was it because I was too stupid at that time?"

"I haven't figured this out either." Charles was still smiling, not angry at her words at all. "But do we really need an answer?"

Charlotte was amused by his jokes, but she still kept that angry look on her face.

"Okay, okay, now I don't want to say anything more. Anyway, you have always been like this... Who told me to be blind? But don't forget, if you are always like this in social situations, how many people will you offend? How much trouble will it bring to yourself?" She sighed softly, and then cast her eyes back to the fields in the distance. "I will thank God if you can just learn to restrain yourself a little."

"I won't always speak my mind in front of others." Charles replied with a smile, "There is only one Miss Charlotte de Treville in the world who can hear so many of my inner thoughts."

As Charles expected, after hearing this, Charlotte's hand suddenly froze, and then softened again.

In dealing with women, girls always like to hear flattering and intimate words, no matter how worthless they are. This is indeed the truth that Charles has learned from his many years of social experience. Now he can apply it in practice.

Why have girls all over the world always been powerless to such sweet words that have become clichés for thousands of years? This is indeed an unsolved mystery.

Maybe this is the effect of love?

Love is really terrible!

"Okay, okay, I can't do anything about you." Charlotte frowned, gently pulled out her hand, and then waved it, as if she was impatient.

However, her slightly frowned brows could not hide her joy. Charles knew that his mission had been completed.

"It's getting late. Let's go back?" Charles looked up at the sky and answered.

Charlotte did not answer, but nodded gently.

Then, the two walked back to the horses. The two horses were tied to a tree not far away with reins. When they saw the two people coming, they kept snorting, as if they were already waiting impatiently.

Charles stretched out his right hand and bowed.

Charlotte stretched out her hand and put it on his hand, then she turned her face away, with an expression of "you begged me for this".

He took Charlotte's hand, but Charles put his other hand around Charlotte's waist with a dance step, then picked her up and put her on the saddle, and then he also got on the saddle. The two of them rode on one horse and returned all the way they came.

Along the way, Charles was very careful to control the horse, fearing that it would affect the balance. However, until the end, he couldn't help but speak.

"Can you stop twisting my legs? I think this will greatly affect our safety..."

"Why? Aren't you very good at showing off? Aren't you very conceited that you are different?" Charlotte, who was leaning on Charles' arms, answered with a sneer.

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After returning to the villa, Charles was not idle. After lunch, he went straight back to his room. After a short nap, he continued to deal with some of his affairs and wrote some letters, preparing to send them to Paris later.

And Charlotte followed the housekeeper out of the villa, seemingly to deal with her farm affairs.

After an unknown amount of time, Charles finally finished writing the last letter, and then he looked up and looked out the window. He found that it was almost dusk, and he couldn't help stretching and yawning.

Alas, even in such a place, I can't calm down... He sighed with a bitter smile in his heart.

Just as he was about to lie down and rest for a while, the door suddenly rang.

"Charles, are you there?"

Charles casually tidied up the documents on the table and replied.

"Yes, come in."

The door was immediately opened, and Charlotte walked in slowly, and then she closed the door with her heel. To Charles's surprise, she was holding a bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands.

"It's rare to come out for a trip, but you haven't forgotten your job at all..." Charlotte looked at the pile of documents on the table, complained softly, and then put the bottle and glasses on the desk. .

"Anyway, there's nothing else to do..."

"Why not? You can take a look at this villa. If you don't like it, we can change it as soon as possible! Don't forget, we will come here often in the future... Will you stay in the room all the time at that time?" Charlotte glanced at Charles with some displeasure, "Do you think I brought you here just to see the scenery and fight?"

Uh... How to answer this? Charles suddenly felt a rare embarrassment in his heart.

Fortunately, Charlotte didn't dwell on this issue.

She picked up the opened bottle and poured wine into two glasses.

"I just asked someone to check the wine cellar. I didn't expect there were some good things here!" She picked up one of the glasses, "Come on, let's have a drink!"

Charles also picked up the glass. "Cheers!"

Then, he suddenly realized that Charlotte's clothes were different from the hunting clothes she wore in the morning. She was now wearing a thin silk skirt, which exuded a faint fragrance.

"I took a bath after I came back..." After feeling Charles's gaze, Charlotte answered in a low voice, and the blush on her face seemed to be heavier. "The servants here found me some flowers and bran... and the bathroom here is also very good... I like it more and more, Charles!"

[In the mid-19th century, it was popular among noble women to take baths with bran or ice water to maintain their beauty. So "French people don't take baths" was already a historical event at that time... This is also a major reason why this book chose this era=. =】

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Charlotte's originally rosy face suddenly flushed, and her blue eyes were watery, as if water was about to drip out of her eyes.

"This wine is really good... much better than I thought." After tasting it carefully, Charles also gave the same answer.

"Then let's continue..." Charlotte poured another glass of wine, and then the two of them started drinking.

While the two were drinking, they talked about interesting things from their childhood. Due to the unfortunate incident in the morning, Charles deliberately curry favor with Charlotte and made her laugh non-stop.

"Hahahaha, Charles, do you still remember...remember the time we rowed together, right? Two of us rowed on one side, but the boat capsized. Fortunately, the water was not deep, and both of us got wet in the end. "..." It seems that she is already a little drunk. Charlotte has rolled her tongue a little when speaking, and her words are not clear. "At that time... at that time you always blamed me for not rowing hard, and followed me." I’ve been talking about it for a long time, hahahaha...it’s so fun!”

When he thought about that incident, Ciel couldn't help but laugh.

"It's indeed your responsibility! You insisted on going boating, but you didn't work hard, and the rhythm was completely messed up. You accidentally capsized the boat..."

"How can you blame me? I am a girl and of course I am weak. Who told you that you like to use force? You blame me..." Charlotte glanced at Charles dissatisfied, "Do you still have any sense of responsibility as a man? ?”

"Okay, okay, my fault, my fault..." Charles didn't want to argue about this kind of thing again. He accepted Charlotte's counter-examination calmly, and then continued to take a sip of wine.

In this way, a bottle of wine was quickly consumed by two people, one glass at a time and one glass at a time.

Then, Charlotte, who was already a little sloppy, walked to the window crookedly, looked at the scenery of the manor under the sunset, and then she closed her eyes slightly, as if her whole body was intoxicated by it.

"Char, this manor...will be ours from now on...Are you happy? We must work hard, we...we will definitely make this place as beautiful as in a fairy tale! Also, our children... … They… will definitely have a lot of fun here… just as happy as we did back then… They can run freely, ride horses, and row boats…”

At this moment, all the messy things like politics, positions, and parties that had troubled the two of them for many years disappeared in the girl's mind. There is only the girl's longing and reverie for the future, and love.

However, the man next to her was not like that, or in other words, he was not that drunk.

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After hearing Charlotte's words, Charles wanted to refute, but after thinking for a moment, he finally shook his head slightly and gave up the plan. After all, who can bear to say something disgraceful at a time like this?

So, he just chose to remain silent and let Charlotte continue her reverie.

However, Charlotte, who was leaning against the window sill, seemed to be really drunk and kept asking embarrassing questions.

"Charles, if we have a child, what should we call him? I don't want him to be called Charles... How about calling him Philip? No, it's not good. Grandpa, father and brother all have this name. I'd rather I'm tired of hearing it... Charles, what do you think it should be called?"

Can I call you Lelouch? Ciel complained in his mind, and then hurriedly interrupted these words that made him a little embarrassed.

"Okay, Charlotte, you are already drunk, take a good rest."

"Who's drunk? I'm very good... I'm... I'm not drunk!" Charlotte, like every drunk person, seriously refuted Ciel's words, then turned to look at Xia you.

Your face is so red it feels like it's burning, and you still say you're not drunk?

"Okay, you're not drunk. Now take a rest."

"Why... why do you need to rest..." Charlotte still refuted his words, and then suddenly sneezed.

Ciel felt a chill in his heart.

It's still early spring, and although the temperature is quite warm during the day, it can still feel a bit chilly at night. Because of the effect of alcohol, Charlotte is feeling hot all over now, and she may not feel anything yet, but if it continues like this, she might catch a cold at night.

Hey, it’s really disturbing.

He sighed softly, then walked forward, gently took her arm, and led her into the room.

"Stop standing at the window, be careful of catching a cold!"

Because Charlotte's footsteps were already very frivolous, Ciel dragged her inside. He planned to let Charlotte lie on the bed to rest for a while to regain her energy, and then go out for a walk first.

However, to his surprise, just after Charlotte was sent to prison, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled Ciel heavily.

"Char...don't leave, don't leave! Stay with me!"

Without waiting for his reaction, she jumped on Ciel who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and then kissed Ciel on the lips.

Caught off guard, he was kissed by Charlotte, and her slender tongue stuck out again without any hindrance.

Ciel suddenly felt dizzy.

This wine is indeed a bit strong...

Okay, it’s not just once or twice anymore, just kiss if you kiss.

However, he was too naive.

After retracting her lips, Charlotte put one of her hands on his chest, and her delicate fingers were gently untying his tie.

Charlotte's breathing and speaking made waves of hot air blow onto Ciel's face, which was both fragrant and scalding.

"Char, don't leave today..."

The bow tie was untied, and then the hand reached the button of the shirt.

This! Danger!

Charles, who was tightly pressed by Charlotte, fell into a bad state of mind in an instant. The touch from his face, neck, chest... and the alcohol remaining in his brain made his usually calm thinking no longer clear.

"Charlotte..." He shouted hoarsely, summoning up his last bit of reason.

However, the last courage and persistence were immediately dispelled by Charlotte's eyes.

Charlotte looked at Charles, her eyes full of blurred waves. Her face was red as if it was about to drip water, and her originally beautiful face was set off to be even more beautiful.

This smoke wave was both an invitation and a accusation - what are you waiting for? I want...

In this intoxicating fog, Charles's reason gradually fell.

The hot and beautiful body was pressed against him, burning his reason and igniting his desire.

This is the person who grew up with me, this is the person I loved!

"Charles, have you forgotten? I still owe you a debt, now is the time to pay the balance..." Charlotte's voice at this moment was so strong that it seemed to melt everything in it.

This was the last sentence that overwhelmed everything.

I... I can't stand it anymore! At this moment, all the blood in the body seemed to rush to the head, making Charles lose the last bit of reason.

I can't bear it anymore, and there is no need to continue to endure it.

"You will know the price!" He roared softly, then stretched out his hand and put it behind Charlotte.

The skirt was unbuttoned, and Charlotte also unbuttoned his clothes.

The lips of the two people stuck together again, and then the tongues stirred violently, and the passion was stirred more intensely every second. After a long time, the lips of the two people separated again...

However, this short separation was just the prelude to a bigger scene.

The two people have met each other frankly.

Charles looked at Charlotte quietly, taking in the brilliant golden hair, the towering white snow-capped mountains, and the orchids in the valley.

Under this gaze that seemed to be able to choose who to devour, Charlotte's eyes suddenly flashed with shyness, and then were quickly filled with confusion.

"Charles, I love you..."

As if hearing an order, Charles rushed directly towards Charlotte and pressed her under him.

Then, he entered the orchid that had long been moistened by rain and dew, and then kept going in and out, rolling, and fluttering in the clouds and mist... looking for the most beautiful pleasure in life...

Charlotte continued to endure the invasion of her beloved. She closed her eyes slightly, and hummed unconsciously from her mouth. She hugged her lover tightly with her hands, unwilling to let the two hearts have a little distance.

This is the end of love, this is the peak of desire, this is the most beautiful game of mankind!

I don't know how long it took, a pair of young men and women hummed at the same time, and walked to the moment when the clouds and mist dissipated at the same time.

"Charles, I love you!" Charlotte forgot everything and uttered a cry that sounded like crying and joy.

Then, she summoned up her last bit of strength and sealed her lips against the other's.

The surging passion burst out from the hearts of the two people.

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The afterglow of the setting sun quietly walked into the room, covering everything with golden splendor.

Charles and Charlotte still hugged each other tightly, enjoying the last afterglow together. At this time, anyone who left the girl and went to sleep alone was guilty of a heinous crime!

With a satisfied smile, Charlotte's eyes kept wandering between her lover and the setting sun.

"Charles, I love you..." Another soft murmur. (To be continued.)