Flowers, Swords and France

As the sky gradually became brighter, the morning light filtered through the window and entered the room, slowly waking up the young man lying on his back. .

The moment he just opened his eyes, Charles was so blinded by the sunlight that he subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, and his mind was filled with nothingness. It wasn't until a moment later that he slowly remembered where he was.

Gradually, he gradually recalled everything that happened last night, but as if it was just an incident, a sense of absurdity suddenly arose in his heart that "this is not true!"

However, things went against his wishes, and he soon discovered that his wish was too naive, because the constant touches around him told him that all this was true - Charlotte had also woken up, and then hugged her gently Shire.

"Good morning, Charles." She looked at Charles nervously, "You seem to be in good spirits?"

Charles didn't know how to answer, so he could only continue to look at the rising sun outside the window without saying a word.

His attitude made Charlotte a little dissatisfied, and she pressed her face closer to him.

"What do you mean? Why? Not happy?"

Of course he would not dare to say such words.

"No, no, no, how could it be?" Charles replied repeatedly, "I was just thinking, aren't we here to do business? Why did it suddenly..."

"But, that's not what you said last night..." Charlotte glanced at Charles, "It seems like you have been struggling for a long time? In the middle of the night, I clearly said to forget about going to bed, but you..."

This sentence made Ciel instantly speechless, his throat was a little dry, and he just felt extremely embarrassed.

When did Charlotte become so powerful? Can you say this?

However, when he glanced over with the corner of his eye, he found that Charlotte's face was also slightly flushed - obviously she was also very shy.

In order to win a round of bickering, she was really willing to go out of her way... Ciel couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Out of a boyish malice, Charles decided to strike at Charlotte.

"One more question comes to mind, dear Miss Treville."

"What's up?"

"It seems that we haven't eaten since noon yesterday." Charles said deliberately and seriously, "We only drank a bottle of wine."

"That's right!" Charlotte frowned, "When you say that, I'm a little hungry too. Let's go eat?"

"No, that's not the problem," Ciel shook his head slightly, and then looked at Charlotte with a slightly amused look.

"I mean, someone was definitely going to ask us to have dinner last night, right? So..." He trailed off.

Without him having to say anything, Charlotte could guess it - I'm afraid at this moment, the scandal between the two young people has spread throughout the villa...

As he expected, after thinking of this, Charlotte's face turned bright red at that moment, matching the morning glow on the horizon.

However, soon, the red clouds completely dispersed.

Charlotte's eyes were full of anger, and she looked at Ciel hatefully. This sharp look made him unable to laugh anymore.

Oops, you went too far!

Before Ciel could apologize, Charlotte suddenly reached out her hand again and pinched his ear hard.

"You...you are so disgusting, disgusting!"

Ciel did not resist, but endured the pain and whispered, "What does this have to do with me?"

Charlotte ignored his excuse and pushed him hard again, causing him to almost fall off the bed.

"Hurry up and get me some clothes!" Charlotte ordered loudly, and then she added as if unwilling to do so, "Go to hell, you bastard!"

I'm a victim too, okay! Charles swallowed these words deep in his heart and did not dare to say another word.

He carefully dug out his clothes from under the bed, then slowly put them on and walked out.

Soon, he walked along the stairs to the hall on the first floor, and met the manor's steward there.

After seeing Charles, this middle-aged man immediately saluted. However, although his expression was very serious and respectful, he could always feel the faint smile... It seemed that it was just as he expected. Almost everyone knew .

"Give me the key to the lady's bedroom, and...prepare some food. I will take it to my room later." Charles suppressed the embarrassment in his heart and gave the order in a calm tone that he pretended to have.

"Yes." The other party bowed and responded.

Then, Charles took the key and walked into Charlotte's bedroom, rummaged through the pile of luggage she brought and picked out a set of dresses, and then returned to the first floor, ready to take it from there. Meals already prepared.

"Sir..." Suddenly, the butler bowed down again and asked Charles in a calm tone that he didn't know whether it was true or not, "Do I need to prepare some more wine for you? The lady was here last night. The kind you pick from the wine cellar...?"

After hearing this question, Ciel's hand suddenly shook as if he was electrocuted, and he almost dropped the food box to the ground.

"No, no! Thank you..." He smiled reluctantly and declined the butler's proposal.

Then he immediately took these things and ran back to his room in despair.

Charlotte was still lying on the bed at this time. After seeing Charles come in, she still looked at Charles angrily and took the clothes he handed over.

Charles turned around considerately and put all the meals on the desk. Listening to the constant chatter from behind, he couldn't help but feel a little agitated in his heart. He quickly sat down and calmed down carefully. own mood.

After a while, Charlotte finally got dressed again, then sat next to Charles and opened the food box he brought. Both of them were already hungry, so they started eating directly.

"It's getting late, we should go there later..." While eating, Charlotte suddenly said something.

"Where are you going?" Charles asked in confusion for a moment, and then he immediately realized, "You mean you want to go over there to clear the place?"

"Yes," Charlotte nodded, "yesterday I gave the people over there an ultimatum, requiring them to reply to us today on whether to move or not. If they still refuse to move, then we will have to Went to clear the place..."

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Turn back the clock to yesterday afternoon.

After riding back with Charles and having lunch, Charlotte took the housekeeper and a large group of people on horseback to the farmhouse in the valley. Then, someone notified several household heads here to come out quickly and accept the summons of the manor owner.

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Several uneasy farmers came over and discovered that the so-called "owner of the manor" turned out to be a timid-looking aristocratic lady. After a moment of astonishment, they realized that this young lady was really the eldest lady of the Duke of Treville's family.

In the initial shock, the peasants hurriedly took off their hats and saluted the princess - for the "Princess Princess", this kind of person can only be seen in rural life at all, and can only be seen in legends and imaginations. Farmers will always be in awe of people they hear about.

Moreover, this princess is indeed as beautiful as various legends.

Charlotte asked them to salute impatiently, and then made a gesture to ask the butler to tell them the purpose of their visit.

The steward, who had already hated these farmers, understood his master's intention. He looked at the farmers and shouted loudly.

"Listen, you thieves! Our master doesn't want you to stay here anymore! Pack your things and get out!"

After hearing these words, panic and anger instantly climbed onto the faces of the farmers.

After they looked at each other for a while, a middle-aged farmer who looked older and seemed to be very prestigious among the farmers finally spoke. He looked at the housekeeper. "Are you saying that the Trevilles want to drive us away now?"

On his face was the kind of flattering smile that common people in past eras showed towards their lords, but deep down there was a hint of unyieldingness and unyielding that had been cultivated in recent decades.

"Yes." The butler nodded arrogantly, "We have let you stay here long enough. You should thank the Duke for his kindness, and then pack your bags and leave here as soon as possible!"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale instantly. He looked at Charlotte, who was silent next to him, with some pleading in his eyes. “Miss, is this really Duke Treville’s decision?

Charlotte remained silent and paid him no attention at all.

After swallowing, the farmer spoke again, "Miss, will your family still be short of our land? Without us, you are still the nobles of the world, but if you take away our land, you are claiming it from us. Life!" The pleading on his face became more intense, "I believe that you must be kind enough to not damage your beauty, and you will definitely not want us to..."

"Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

Charlotte finally spoke, her voice still as soft and melodious as before.

And the smile on her face gave the farmers too much luck.

"You definitely don't want us to leave our hometown, miss..." The middle-aged man immediately continued to plead, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper. "This will definitely damage the kindness of you and your family..."

"Be kind? We are never kind to thieves." Charlotte replied with a smile, "This is our land. I just want to take it back. Why do you want to use the safety of your life and that of your family to persuade me? This is not the same as What does it matter to me?"

The words she said with a smile made these farmers stunned.

In the midst of the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, the words spoken by this aristocratic lady who was so beautiful, as if she had stepped out of a painting, could freeze their whole beings.

"These lands belong to the people who work on them!" After seeing that his pleas had no effect, the farmer withdrew the flattering smile on his face and angrily refuted Charlotte's words. "We take care of the land here, and we take good care of our wheat. Why should we be driven away by you?"

"What qualifications do you have to talk to a nobleman like this?" Anger slowly filled Charlotte's heart.

"When Adam farmed and Eve weaved, who was the noble at that time?" another farmer shouted.

After hearing this, Charlotte frowned slightly.

It was this kind of evil talk that brought countless disasters to France, changed the country beyond recognition, caused the order prescribed by God to almost disappear, and made a few farmers dare to speak loudly in front of her like this!

Her smile had completely frozen, and she glanced at the group of farmers. The sharp look in her eyes made them speechless.

"I don't want to waste any more time with you," she said one word at a time. "We have long expected that you thieves are stubborn and will definitely not give in! Let me tell you, I have brought people here. , can burn your nest to the ground at any time! You can either promise me now and get out of my farm right away, so that I can be merciful and let you take some of your belongings with you; or you can wait for people to drive you all away and get nothing but ashes. Come! Choose for yourself!”

"It's a republic now, we are equal! We also have votes now!" The middle-aged farmer shouted back at her, "If you dare to come, then come! We will make you look good!"

"Ballots? Do you think you have a talisman with that thing? Let me tell you, no one can save you now!" After hearing this word, Charlotte sneered, then raised her riding crop and pointed at the people in front of her. Peasants, "Listen to me, you mobs, you thieves! The time when France allowed you scoundrels to do whatever they want is over! If I see you here tomorrow, just wait." Looks good!”

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In this way, after issuing the ultimatum, Charlotte returned to the villa in a comfortable mood, and then lovingly continued to dream about her and her lover's future country life. (To be continued.)