Flowers, Swords and France

"Princess?!"

When Fran heard that the lady called herself Madame de Cadien, she was shocked.

Her surprise was certainly not without reason. Although she had not studied it seriously, Fran had a little understanding of the French noble families of all sizes and even the entire feudal system of the old times because of her family background. That was why she could not have not known the de Cadien family.

The de Cadien family was a famous local lord in ancient times. They were crowned princes in the Bourbon Dynasty. There were many famous people in the family. Compared with them, the de Treville family had nothing to boast about in history.

Moreover, according to the habits of the nobles, although they did not know where this lady's family was from, she must not have come from an ordinary family to become a prince's wife.

Thinking of this, Fran could not help but be more respectful.

"Haha," seeing Fran's slightly nervous look, Madame de Cadien could not help but laugh again. "I never thought that in this era, there are still people who can remember us..."

"A famous family like De-Cadie, even if they live in seclusion in the countryside, others will remember them, right?" Fran hurriedly complimented.

How could she know that after hearing this, the lady looked indifferent, as if she was a little unhappy.

"Thank you for your compliment." She replied softly, and then added thoughtfully, "Won't the de-Trevilles also be remembered for a long time?"

"Thank you for your compliment too!" Fran smiled and thanked again, but she was a little confused about her sudden change of attitude.

Just at this time, the lady's maid had already delivered the painting tools.

Because the sun was about to set, Fran didn't care to say more, took the brush, dipped it in paint, and started painting on the canvas. Fran, who had just experienced a great panic, suddenly ignited a long-lost strong desire to create in her heart.

Soon, she finished the painting.

Because it was about to get dark. The sky was painted by Fran as dark blue, and only next to the setting sun, there were patches of red clouds burning like fire. There was a small forest in the distance, and the reflections were reflected in the water, but they were burning ochre yellow. Because of the clouds, the water was light red. The hills behind the trees were blocked by the trees, so only a touch of indigo was drawn in the reflection of the pool.

"Ah... finally finished!" After completing this creation. Fran breathed a sigh of relief, and then wiped the sweat from her forehead. Although her face was a little tired, it was more of the excitement that artists have after creation.

"It's a good painting." When she was painting, the princess had been sitting quietly beside her without saying a word until then. "You are really talented in painting."

"Thank you for your compliment!" Fran was of course very happy to hear this. "If you like it, I'll give you this painting. I hope I can express my gratitude to you in this way."

"What a good child." The princess nodded with a smile and accepted Fran's gift.

The sun finally set, and the night dominated the earth. The whole surroundings fell into a nearly silent silence, with only the occasional cicada chirping.

"What a quiet place." Fran couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, sometimes it's even too quiet. It's scary quiet." The princess replied. "I have lived here alone with my maid for more than ten years, and sometimes I really want to talk to someone."

"You alone?" Fran blurted out subconsciously, and then quickly stopped talking.

Living here alone, isn't it too lonely?

"Well, yes, my husband has passed away a long time ago." The lady replied indifferently,

"Ah. I'm so sorry!" Fran apologized quickly.

"It doesn't matter. It happened a long time ago." The princess smiled calmly. "Besides, he never came here to accompany me. He accompanied His Majesty the King twice, and he never came back from England the second time." Then, she sighed softly, "He went to England. But I didn't want to go there, so I went to the countryside, and ended up living there for so many years, almost isolated from the world. Looking back on my previous life, it was like a dream. After all, it's not our time now."

Is that so? That's really pitiful. Fran thought.

In 1815, because Napoleon returned to the country to restore the Hundred Days, Louis XVIII, who had just returned from exile, fled from Paris again with a group of exiled nobles, all the way to Ghent, Belgium.

In 1830, Charles X was driven out of power by the July Revolution, the July Monarchy was established, and the Bourbon Dynasty officially ended. He also ran to England with a group of nobles, and finally went to Austria.

"There's nothing to be sad about. After so many years, I can hardly remember what he looked like." As if she saw Fran's sympathy, the princess continued, "When I married him, I was only seventeen, and he was already in his thirties. At that time, we didn't have much to talk about. After we got married, he was always busy with his own affairs, and we didn't have much time to meet. So, to be honest, I don't feel any regrets about his departure."

Is marriage like this for people like us? It's terrible. Fran's heart suddenly chilled.

In order to change the subject from this atmosphere, Fran asked quickly. "Can you draw too?"

"No, I can't." Madam shook her head, "But I can appreciate it, so I also prepared painting tools here, because there are always people who can..."

Then, she looked at Fran again and smiled, "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you that time?"

"A gift?" Fran was a little confused, "Have you given me a gift before?"

"Didn't you receive it? The gift I asked your brother to give you before," Madam said a little strangely, "is a picture album. That day, he came over with the granddaughter of your cousin, Duke Treville, Then I heard from him that you were good at painting, so I asked him to give you the album. Didn’t you receive it? "

When the princess mentioned "picture album", Fran knew what was going on. Then she immediately understood why her brother did not accurately explain the origin when he gave this picture album to her - he was with Xia at that time. Come here with Lotto to relax, and then come to visit the princess together. The thought of this. Fran felt a little upset. He had been lying to me since then, and perhaps long before that.

What a fool I am, she sighed inwardly.

but. All these annoyances were quickly suppressed by her, and she tried hard to look the same as usual.

"So this is what you are talking about. I remembered it. A year ago, my brother did send me a picture album. It was drawn by my father, but he didn't tell me clearly where he got it. So I didn't know before. , I'm so sorry..." Then she immediately changed the topic, "Thank you for the gift! Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome. Since you like it, that's great." The princess shook her head gently, "Besides, shouldn't this be your thing in the first place? It won't be of much use if you keep it here. Instead, it will always be People lament the ruthlessness of time.”

"Can you tell me more about my father?" Fran looked at the princess nervously, "You must have had a lot of contact with him back then, that's why he painted so many paintings for you..."

Her question actually made the princess stunned, and it wasn't until a moment later that she seemed to come back to her senses.

"Your father is a lovely man," she said softly at last, as if joking. She winked at Fran. "In both senses."

King Louis XV of France was nicknamed "The Lovely Man" because of his romantic nature.

This answer made Fran stunned.

Because she understood the hint and what it meant, her face turned a little red.

No matter how much she wanted to know about her father, she felt that she couldn't ask questions about her father's old "qingren".

That's right too. If there wasn't some personal relationship, how could they be so close...but...but...

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Under impulse, Fran suddenly asked again.

"Were any of those paintings painted after he got married...?"

Of course the princess understood what Fran really wanted to ask. She looked at Fran quietly, her eyes seeming to inquire whether she really wanted to know. After confirming Fran's determination, she smiled bitterly and nodded.

"have."

Oh my God, this is so!

Fran's heart was stabbed severely again.

In the eyes of young girls, being passionate before marriage and hanging out with "qingren" after marriage are two different things. The image of a talented and infatuated father that she had longed for suddenly turned into this inexplicable shadow, which made Fran feel a little at a loss for a while.

Is it just this one, or are there others?

She suddenly realized that she didn't really want to know what happened to her parents back then, so she decided to remain silent.

As if she had seen what Fran was thinking, the princess stopped talking. She looked carefully at the painting Fran had just painted, "It is indeed very good. It is not much different from your father's level back then." Yes, I'm afraid..." She stopped suddenly, "Huh?"

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the painting?" Fran asked quickly.

"Strange, strange..." The princess frowned slightly, "I used all warm colors and painted beautiful scenery. Why... why does it feel a little... strange..." Then she raised her head and looked at Fu seriously. Lan, "Have you been unhappy recently? Miss Treville?"

"Um?"

"It's not that you don't paint well, you paint very well." The princess looked at Fran and replied solemnly, "But you want to show the beauty of the scenery, but I can't see a trace of joy. Instead, I feel It's a bit depressing, what's going on? "

Fran quickly looked at it carefully herself, and then she also felt the depression that the lady just said.

The paintings I drew unconsciously actually fit my mood so well.

"No, no... it was just drawn unintentionally." However, she naturally did not dare to admit it. She looked back at the princess with a smile, "I am not unhappy..."

"It is because of the carelessness that it is more real." The princess whispered to herself, and then she looked at Fran again, "It seems that you have nothing to worry about, right? Is your brother not good to you? When I came last time, I didn't think he was that kind of person?"

This question made Fran stunned.

Although she was very dissatisfied with Charles' decision to be with Charlotte, Fran couldn't say "he was not good to me".

No one in the world is better to me than him, the girl thought.

"He is not bad to me." The girl lowered her head.

"Then why are you still so unhappy?" The princess was a little strange.

This question, like a sharp knife, pierced Fran's heart. And the princess's eyes made her want to talk.

Well, it doesn't matter if I tell her here, Fran thought.

"My brother is getting married."

PS: I have a lot of troubles recently, and I can't update quickly. I wonder what will happen next week? Hope it gets better...

Anyway, Shuiyue, thank you for your reward...