Flowers, Swords and France

"Princess?" Upon hearing this word, Charles was stunned for a moment.

It took him a moment to figure out who she was referring to.

I'm afraid it refers to Louis XVI's eldest daughter who barely escaped with her life during the Revolution, one of the last two surviving members of the Bourbon royal family.

Perhaps one of the people Charlotte respects the most?

After the July Revolution of 1830, which overthrew the Restoration dynasty, she was exiled from France and now indeed lives in Austria.

However, during the 20 years of seclusion, most people in the world have forgotten her, even Charles is no exception - I am afraid that only people like Charlotte will never forget her.

However, this is not possible.

Charles gradually became uneasy.

As a favorite of the Bonaparte family, he could not show any attachment to the royal family of the previous dynasty, and the same should be true of his wife, otherwise, there would be a risk of being disliked by the Lord.

"Ah, Charlotte, don't think about the eldest princess. My good impression of the Austrians does not come from her at all. I have not even thought about her existence." With a tired mood, Charles said casually Answer, "No one in Austria has ever mentioned her, not even to test me. Why? Because she is out of date, like her whole family. All we can do is treat it with respect and then Forget it, just like forgetting that lost dynasty.”

"The bygone dynasty made our ancestors a duke, and also made our ancestors serve as high-ranking officials for generations..." Charlotte continued angrily. "Even if you don't mention anything in return, at least you should respect them a little. Don't think that everything will be fine now that you are in power! There was a restoration of Bourbon in 1815. Will it not be possible in the future? According to me, you should be careful... Don’t have to follow the example of your predecessors and run out of the country in despair!”

"What are you and yours? It's us now!" Charles interrupted her with a slight dissatisfaction, "Haven't you turned a corner by now? Charlotte, we are already tied together!"

"Humph." Charlotte snorted coldly and said nothing.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a little stiff, Charles could only force out a smile, turned sideways and gently touched Charlotte's cheek. "Okay, Charlotte. Let's not argue about this kind of thing anymore. What's the point? At this point, it would be too ridiculous to mention Bourbon - even for people who don't know as much as me. Also. Understand that Bourbon is finished, no one cares about them, no one misses them... Yes, their political life is finished. "

The thought of this. Ciel's expression couldn't help but become serious, "So, it's not worth worrying about them anymore, just watch them die from a distance - if you are willing to watch with respect, then stay respectful, but Don't do anything for them, because they don't deserve it. Am I not as important as a person who is actually dead in your heart?"

"This is not a matter of importance. I don't want to force you to do anything," after being touched by her husband on the cheek. Charlotte couldn't help but soften her attitude, "I'm just saying my opinion about the Austrians. Who knew I would make you talk so much!"

Seeing that a quarrel between a couple was finally nipped in the bud, Charles felt relieved.

It seems that the idea of ​​​​completely transforming Charlotte and making her completely abandon her almost infatuated impression of the old dynasty is impossible.

However, it’s not necessary, right? Ciel thought.

"Charlotte, you have your point of view. This is your right. I have no right to interfere..." Charles deliberately made his tone softer, "But, I ask you to do it only between the two of us." time to speak freely without taking your political views too far Exposed, because others will not only regard your opinions as personal opinions, but as mine - this is very dangerous for me, because I cannot be loyal to Bonaparte at one moment and appear to be in cahoots with Bourbon at the same time. Hooking up, especially at a time like this..."

"Okay, I know!" Charlotte frowned and pushed away Charles' hand that was touching her, "Don't keep talking about this kind of thing, I won't cause you any trouble in front of that Corsican master. Yes, I won’t tell anyone this kind of thing! I really don’t understand why you are so loyal to that kind of guy. Does he deserve it?”

"This is not a question of whether he deserves it or not..." Ciel sighed.

In a sense, Charlotte actually loves herself deeply, so she is very unwilling to see herself succumb to—according to her world view—the subordinates of the country guy Louis Bonaparte. I am afraid that in her heart, Just like my ancestors, becoming a powerful minister of the Bourbon King would be the path most worthy of me.

Although the world view is wrong, there is nothing to question this kind of love.

"Don't say that, Charlotte, I'm not telling you to be silent, I'm just asking you to be a little more careful with your words and actions. As long as you don't really cause a big mess, then there won't be any harm." Charles smiled. He smiled and hugged Charlotte again, "Since we are married, I have the obligation to take responsibility for the things you caused, right?"

Seeing what Ciel said, Charlotte finally lost her temper. "You are so talkative..."

The newlyweds' brief differences were finally resolved, and Ciel breathed a sigh of relief.

"If... I really follow your words and say, 'I have to imitate my predecessors and run out of the country in despair,' what will happen to you? Charlotte?" After a moment, Charles suddenly asked Charlotte.

"What else can I do? I'll run out with you, and I'll go wherever you go." Charlotte replied without thinking, "You are my husband, how can I not be by your side?"

"I knew you would say that." Ciel sighed with emotion.

After the quarrel subsided, the newlyweds' lust slowly came back to Charles.

He looked at the half-dressed Charlotte, his eyes becoming more and more aggressive.

.........It's time to get things done...

As if feeling this terrifying sight, Charlotte shrank slightly.

"what you up to?"

Of course she understood what Charles wanted to do, so her face slowly turned red, "Today... I'm a little tired today. Let's take a rest... Don't keep thinking about that kind of thing..."

Hum, if I really said rest, I'm afraid you would still be unhappy. Ciel retorted in his mind.

However, out of consideration as a husband, he certainly would not let his wife make the request.

"Okay, let's stop arguing about this kind of thing, come on... do something interesting..." He called Charlotte in a naughty tone, "Lolot, don't you really want to Want some fun before bed?"

As he spoke, he stroked his hand down Charlotte's open nightgown, over the towering peaks and across the flat valley bottoms. The skin within reach was slightly hot, and it was obvious that Charlotte was also starting to get emotional. .

"Uh... uh... don't be like this... just rest..."

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Although she said she didn't want to, she didn't make any move to resist. Instead, she looked at Ciel more and more tenderly, and her blue eyes seemed to be dripping with water. This attitude of refusing to welcome made Ciel even more impulsive.

"It's still early. It's a pity to go to bed so early." Charles looked at Charlotte with a mischievous smile, "We still have a lot of things to do..."

As he spoke, his hand went deeper and deeper, as if he was electrocuted, and Charlotte finally murmured. "Okay... okay... it's up to you, really..."

"Grandpa is waiting for us. He is almost going crazy waiting for his great-grandson. Shouldn't we try harder?" Charles said as he turned over and pressed Charlotte down, kissing her lips.

Charlotte had blushed with embarrassment and closed her eyes waiting for Ciel to do his 'routine'. Obviously, she really wants to "work harder" and make her own contribution to the continuation of the Treville family.

However, at this time, Ciel, who should be full of energy, suddenly something flashed in his mind.

"Bourbon... Metternich... the old aristocrats... the Austrians..."

In such an excited state, a few words that have been on my mind today linger in my mind for a long time.

Wait...wait...he suddenly had some other ideas.

Maybe Charlotte’s point of view is not unreasonable, and Bourbon can use it too!

Because Charles didn't move for a long time, Charlotte raised her head and looked at her husband with some confusion. "Ciel?"

"Charlotte, I thought about it. I can visit Austria in the future and then take you to meet Her Royal Highness the Princess." Charles, who was already lost in thought, replied, "Although the official cannot show weakness to the Bourbons, the President He is willing to reconcile with the nobles, and making a tolerant gesture will also help the realization of his idea... Besides, we can also be praised at home for promoting reconciliation in France..."

Although the old aristocrats are already in a weak position politically, they are rich and powerful after all. If they can win the favor of these people, it will indeed be conducive to cultivating their own power - so far, he has put the cultivation of his The forces of the Communist Party of China were given a higher priority than assisting the Bonapartes.

Charles fell into silence again.

"This is a good card that you can use. Charlotte, is it actually not bad? I think among our group of people, who else can win the approval of this group of people better than us? They always have to There are times when you need me, and I have to be of use to them, and you...you think there is no one more noble than you who can be respected by them. Well...Charlotte, you are listening to me. ”

It was only then that he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Charlotte's face.

Under his gaze, Charlotte's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Then, she pushed Ciel away violently, and then grabbed his ears hard.

"Uh-huh..." (To be continued...)