Flowers, Swords and France

The drooping weeds, the feeble chirping of insects, and the clear summer sky make everything lose its sparkle. It was already noon, and the sun was getting stronger and stronger, making the entire road surface seem to be solidified. There was a kind of debilitating dullness in the air.

Only the sound of carriages speeding along the road slightly broke the dullness.

These carriages set out from Paris and arrived here after several hours of driving. In the middle of these carriages was a four-wheel carriage, which was much larger than the other carriages. Clearly the dominant one in the group.

But at this moment, the leader was not in a particularly good mood.

The reason for his bad mood is very easy to understand - how can a person feel better when the girl next to him keeps looking at him with displeasure? What's more, this person is still his fiancée.

When Charlotte glanced at the poor man again, Charles finally couldn't help it. He sighed softly, "Okay, Charlotte, this is a rare time to come out. Don't show off." Does this look good make everyone feel bad?"

"Can you still blame me, sir?" Charlotte replied angrily.

Well, maybe she really can't be blamed for that.

The person who really caused all this was...the person right next to him.

His sister Fran was lying on Charles' lap at the moment, her chest rising and falling slightly, and she seemed to be sleeping comfortably and sweetly, as if she was having a good dream.

That's right. Just as she had requested at that time, when Charles took Charlotte with him to inspect Giverny today, she came with him.

Field scenery along the way. It was fashionable and interested her at first, but after watching it for a long time, she felt it was very boring, so she slowly fell asleep, first leaning on Charles's shoulder, then slowly sliding down, and finally This sleeping posture now.

"Okay, Charlotte. Things have become like this now, what's the point of being unhappy anymore?" Yu was afraid of waking up Fran. So Ciel lowered his voice very low, "Relax a little bit, and when we get there, let's go have some fun together."

"You won't be pestered when you get there?" Charlotte still looked a little aggrieved. He muttered something under his breath. "You are a hopeless fool, Mr. Treville."

Charles lowered his head and said nothing more. At this moment, he sincerely hoped that this journey would be completed quickly. Even though his fiancée was right next to him and his sister was sleeping on his lap, all this still made him feel extremely tortured.

This is completely different from the original plan! He smiled bitterly in his mind.

In the original, he wanted to take the opportunity of inspection to go to his manor to see the construction progress of the factory. What's even better is spending the summer in the manor. All expenses for this trip were borne by the government.

For a government official, is there anything more comfortable in the world than traveling at public expense?

Of course there is, that is traveling with others at public expense.

As a result, after Charles brought people with him, he discovered that this was not the case at all.

As soon as they got into the car, Fran, who was sitting between Charles and Charlotte, blocked almost all space for the two of them to talk intimately. Charles and Charlotte could only talk about interesting news in the social circle. As a result, As they talked, the two of them were no longer interested in talking, and in the end everyone had to stay silent.

Charlotte was obviously very unhappy with this situation, so she became depressed and kept looking at Charles coldly, as if asking him why he should agree to his sister's request. In the end, everything can only become like this.

"Anyway, wouldn't it be nice to let her go out and relax?" Charles shook his head, "She will get bored if she stays at home all the time."

"Then you can't accommodate her in everything?" Charlotte answered directly, as if she didn't care that Fran might hear it, "You seem to have forgotten that the manor is mine, can't I choose who can come? Who can’t come?”

"Don't be like this, don't be like this. You are already an adult, how can you still be angry with a child? Be tolerant." Charles sighed softly, "Okay, okay, why don't you take a nap too? Come on. , Lolot, come here, please? You are tired too, you should have a good sleep..."

Charlotte glared at Ciel again, but in front of Ciel's tired smile, after a while, she finally sighed.

"Why did I find such a fool!"

But after all, she couldn't resist Ciel's call. After a moment, she came over with a straight face, sat on the other side of Fran, leaned on Ciel's shoulder, and looked at the scenery outside.

"Are we almost there?" she asked in a low voice.

"Yes, judging from the time, it should be soon." Ciel replied.

"It's hard to imagine what it would be like there?" Charlotte looked out the window steadily, but her thoughts had already drifted to the manor. As if she thought of something, she suddenly sighed, "That was a beautiful place. What a beautiful place!”

"She will become equally beautiful in the future." Charles smiled and stroked Charlotte's hair with his right hand, "Don't you think? Tall chimneys, grand factories, roaring machines, neat factory buildings... …These are also beautiful.”

"I don't think so. It's dirty and ugly. What's so interesting about it?" Charlotte interrupted Ciel's sigh with just one sentence.

"Uh..." Charles was speechless for a while. To be honest, he really didn't know how to make a noble woman like Charlotte appreciate the magnificence of industrial civilization.

"However, since this is the case now, what difference does it make if you like it or not? No matter what, as long as you like it, that's fine." Charlotte sighed softly again, "Who told me to choose you? What? Since you want to make it look like that, then go ahead.”

Charlotte's rare and tender confession made Charles suddenly moved. No matter how she treats others, no matter what her personality is, Charlotte has never felt sorry for herself. She never has. She has been deeply in love with herself since she was a child.

But what about me? But I felt sorry for her in many ways. Ciel thought. For a moment, he felt a sense of guilt towards Charlotte. This kind of guilt made him hold Charlotte tighter when he looked at her beautiful face. Unexpectedly, his lips slowly moved towards Charlotte's fair and translucent face.

"What are you doing!" Charlotte immediately protested dissatisfied, but her body did not show any signs of evasion. This body language more or less exposed her true thoughts, "Someone It’s next to me!”

"Didn't you originally want us to get together this time? Why, Miss Treville, are you still shy now?" Charles smiled narrowly, "Besides, isn't Fran already asleep? Shall we just... uh... um... ah..."

His voice suddenly changed pitch and then broke off abruptly.

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"What's the matter with you, Charles?" Charlotte asked strangely.

"Uh...it's nothing...haha, I'm fine." Charles smiled reluctantly and answered slowly.

He spent a lot of effort to be able to endure the sudden pain, so that his voice did not change the tone and his expression was as natural as possible.

This sudden sharp pain came from between the thighs, and the bite of sharp teeth made the pain increase by one point every moment.

Fran, who was lying on Ciel's lap, used this sudden blow to tell Ciel that he had guessed wrong.

But this method is too rough, you can really bite, this girl! No matter what you say, you are going too far, right? ... Charles smiled bitterly in his heart, and then gently patted Fran on the back, signaling her to stop.

However, the pain continued to come from there, and Fran seemed to have no intention of stopping. It was obvious that the anger accumulated in her heart was not inferior to Charlotte's.

"Charle, what's wrong?" Charlotte seemed to notice something unusual about Charles's expression, and asked again, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Yes, it’s extremely uncomfortable! Of course Ciel couldn't answer like this.

"Ah, it's nothing really. I'm just a little tired. After sitting like this for a long time, I almost want to sleep, haha." Charles answered Charlotte with a smile, while letting his hand slowly slide, Then slowly moved from Fran's back to her neck. He stroked the slender and smooth-skinned neck, and then squeezed it gently, signaling Fran to stop, uh, stop talking.

"Oh, is that so? I'm a little tired talking about it." Due to the angle of view, Charlotte couldn't see the movement of Charles and Fran. She looked slightly depressed, as if she was disappointed that the two people didn't kiss just now. As if feeling sorry. "Okay, let's take a nap first? When the carriage arrives, someone will naturally come to call us."

"Well, sleep well." Charles said to Charlotte in a warm voice, resisting the pain that he had been feeling.

Then, he also increased the force on Fran's neck, as if he wanted to teach her to respect her brother in this way.

Perhaps it was because Charles's counterattack had an effect, or perhaps because she saw that the "good thing" between the two of them had been successfully destroyed, Fran finally stopped biting Charles' legs, which also made Charles finally relax. Take a breath.

Charlotte leaned on his shoulder and slowly fell asleep; Fran was still lying on his lap. However, at this time, Charles was more eager to reach his destination than before.

As if sensing Ciel's thoughts, the carriage that was already speeding suddenly began to accelerate again, running forward wildly.

If Charles at this time could know everything that happened after arriving here, maybe he would hope that this carriage would continue to gallop like this forever.

if. (To be continued...)