Flowers, Swords and France

Just when Charles took people to visit Dr. Marx's residence, he also received a visitor at his home. Miss Laura de Beauvin, the daughter of the great banker Baron Beauvin, finally came to visit the Marquis de Treville in accordance with her previous promise. This was also the first time she came to this small mansion. visit.

Unlike Charles who likes to keep a low profile, Laura's visit is much more grand. Four carefully selected white horses drove a large carriage slowly along. The materials used in the carriage were also exquisite, with fine carvings and the emblem of the Bowang family engraved on it. This kind of ostentatious trip seems to be a deliberate use of money to declare one's social status.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the Marquis Palace, even the well-informed concierge couldn't help being startled by the grandeur. After being stunned for a moment, he quickly put the carriage in.

After driving to the vestibule, the carriage stopped, and then Laura slowly walked out of the carriage, then stood under the steps, waiting for the owner to greet her.

Today she was wearing a long silk dress embroidered with gold thread, looking as elegant as ever, as if she was ignoring the weather. Although her bun was down and her brown hair was hanging down, her face was still as delicate and indifferent as a doll, and she was so domineering that she didn't look like a visitor, but like the owner of the place.

She had never been used to waiting for people, and fortunately the people she visited didn't make her wait any longer.

"Ms. de Beauvin! You are really here!" A cheerful greeting came from the opposite side, as well as the sound of rapid footsteps. "Thank you for your visit..."

Fran came to the door. Then he quickly walked down the steps and walked to Laura’s side. She was still wearing a white short-sleeved dress, obviously not changing her usual simple habits due to her family's sudden wealth. Her demeanor. He looked very happy, with a smile on his face and words of welcome in his mouth.

But if one observes carefully, one can also find traces of anxiety and melancholy in the depths of her eyes. These things make her smile lose its past sincerity and become the most common polite smile in upper class society. .

Her hidden melancholy. Of course it wasn't due to Laura's visit.

"I planned to come here a few days ago, but I just found Sora today." Compared to Fran's enthusiasm, Laura was still calm and almost indifferent. But his expression was finally much gentler than before.

"That's it, that's great." Fran smiled again. She was used to this person's indifference and alienation, so she was able to treat him calmly. "By the way. I haven't said thank you yet. I have already received the bouquet you asked my brother to send. It's very beautiful. I like it very much. I didn't expect you to be so good at it..."

"You're welcome, it's just a small gift." Laura replied calmly.

As the two of them talked, Fran led them into the Marquis's residence.

The newly renovated living room, those carpets, tassels, brocades and hanging famous paintings. Everything was displayed in detail before the eyes of the daughter of a big banker.

Ah, how shabby it is. This family probably just recently learned what it means to be rich.

She said it in her mind without any emotion.

If she had seen the Marquis Palace before renovation, God knows what her evaluation would be? Fortunately, there is no need to delve into this issue anymore.

"Are you alone here today?" After a moment of silence, Laura asked in a low voice, "I remember, isn't Miss de Leoland living with you now?"

"Oh, her?" Fran still smiled and shook her head slightly, "She is not at home now. My brother seems to have arranged for her to do something. She is now my brother's assistant... As for me As you know, brother, he has a job, so of course he won’t be at home very often.”

"Oh, that's right." Laura nodded slightly, but there was still nothing strange on her face.

For a moment, the two people suddenly fell into a slightly awkward silence.

"What do you want to play?" Fran was obviously a little embarrassed, and she was obviously at a loss as to how to entertain Laura, "How about I take you to my bedroom to see? Although the teacher is no longer in class, but I’ve been painting lately.”

"You are really hardworking, no wonder you were able to achieve such results." Laura glanced at Fran, as if she didn't know the trouble she had caused her master, "I rarely draw recently, it seems , it’s not without reason that you are better than me in painting..."

"What the hell!" Fran laughed awkwardly, "I only draw a little when I have nothing to do. How can I still work as hard as before?"

After a pause, some strange thoughts suddenly passed through her eyes, and her voice became much lower, "Besides, how can I still be in the mood to paint now..."

"After all, you are always more free than me? I have been so busy lately. Dad has arranged a lot of things for me. It seems that he has never worried about my age." Although it seems that She was comforting, but Laura’s tone couldn’t help but reveal a hint of showing off. "That's why I didn't have time to come over and see you until today."

Soon, they arrived at Fran's bedroom together.

Fran took out some of her recent paintings from her drawer and handed them to the other party. She didn't want to get the other person's appreciation, she just wanted to kill some time for her. After the necessary social time was over, she could quickly send this difficult guest away.

Now Fran likes to be alone more than ever before, because only when she is alone, she doesn't have to force a smile.

However, Laura didn't seem to feel the master's mood at all, and just looked through the paintings quietly without saying a word. Moreover, as time passed, her flipping speed became slower and slower, which made Fran feel a little anxious.

Laura initially just looked at it casually out of politeness, but. Soon, she found that she was gradually addicted to these paintings.

It wasn't because of how good the painting was, but because she suddenly felt the mood of the painter at that time. Then I was immersed in the resonance of this state of mind.

I see it, I see it, what a wonderful painting! The wind and sunshine are beautiful but the stormy sea is hidden, the children are smiling but their eyes are full of anger, the sailboat is about to hit the rocks after returning with a full load, the leafy but weird and twisted jungle...

How beautiful! How beautiful!

This suppressed rage, this hidden hatred. Such a calm storm! Isn't this exactly the painting I want to see?

So that’s it, that’s it… This person’s heart is the same as mine. Full of anger and hatred. Laura told herself in her heart.

From a young age, she had been full of longing and longing for those old prestigious families, but later on, she found that she might be rejected by these pretentious people forever. In the midst of loss. This longing was slowly transformed into incomprehensible anger and hatred - she hated not only Matilda and Charlotte. But all the old nobles who refused to open their doors to her and refused to acknowledge the new era.

And she hates her brother, at least to the same extent. Because his existence makes all his efforts turn into a sad joke. No matter how much he pleases his father, he can inherit everything from his father as long as he lies still. This is something Laura can never forgive. thing.

As time went by, this hatred grew deeper and deeper. It has become increasingly difficult to resolve, and has even become a part of her life. However. Despite this, she still hid her hatred under indifference, taking care not to be discovered.

Although I don’t know why, the girl who was carefree a year ago suddenly became so full of resentment, but it is obvious that she is now the same type of person as him.

This trip was indeed not in vain.

A sneer escaped from the corner of her mouth, and then she suddenly raised her head and looked at Fran.

Fran was stunned by this look. After a moment, she asked cautiously, "Ms. de Beauvin, what's wrong with you? Is it because I'm not good at painting? Well, that's right..." She smiled bitterly. , "I've been worrying a lot lately, and I haven't practiced seriously enough. As expected, I've regressed a lot."

After hearing the other party's bitter smile, Laura finally understood that the rage and hatred contained in the painting were her true feelings from the bottom of her heart. Although she didn't even feel it when she was painting, she thought it was just random. Just graffiti.

Where does this hatred come from? Laura couldn't help but feel a little curious in her heart.

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Generally speaking, such a girl who has no worries about food and clothing and no material desires would not have such strong hatred? Plus her brother loves and protects her so much...wait...wait...

Maybe that's the problem?

She recalled the conversation she had with the girl that night at the Elysee Palace, and her furious glance that was no longer concealed.

The glance was certainly not directed at her.

I see.

But, is this really the case?

Won't? This is so... so unimaginable, how could it be... how could it be...

She felt that she had grasped something, something very important to her, but she didn't dare to believe it, because after all, it was a bit appalling.

You can try this out.

"When your brother came to my house a few days ago, he seemed to say that he was going to formally propose to Miss de Treville. He will probably get married soon. I want to congratulate you in advance..." She mentioned it intentionally and 'accidentally'.

Fran's pupils suddenly shrank and her face became paler, but she quickly covered it up.

"Really? I've heard about it." She replied reluctantly, and then immediately changed the subject, "What do you think of these paintings? Although I didn't pay much attention when I painted them, but... but... I might be better than Maybe my paintings were better in the past, after all...after all...the last few shots have made a lot of progress compared to the past...and..."

She rambled on for a long time, but Laura could tell that she was just talking nonsense, and she probably didn’t even know what she was talking about.

The situation is already obvious, but I didn't expect it to be really like this.

horrible……

Laura's heart suddenly twitched, and then she looked at Fran again in disbelief.

Is this the girl who I thought didn’t know anything at that time and had no intention except painting? Unimaginable.

A family as illustrious as the de Treville family, would actually look like this under brocade and flowers? It is equally hard to imagine.

However, this all looks real.

She couldn't help but glance at Fran again, which made her feel puzzled again.

Well, that's right, the brother is handsome, well-spoken, and talented; the sister is beautiful, lovely, gentle, and has artistic talent. It doesn't seem to be completely incompatible, and it's no wonder that they have secret feelings for each other, hehe. As if she was mocking something, she sneered in her heart.

It's a pity that they are just brother and sister.

"Your paintings are very beautiful, so beautiful." After a long silence, she complimented, "Ms. Treville, these are some of the best paintings of yours I have ever seen. I am very shocked and like them very much. Thank you..."

Yes, no matter how powerful and beautiful the king and queen are, they are just chess pieces. (To be continued...)