Flowers, Swords and France

"What? He was actually kept there, saying that he wanted to help them with their work??" Charlotte's tone became serious after hearing that her maid conveyed the news that Kong Ze had tried his best to convey. Quite a few, "This useless guy... I have known for a long time that he is of no use at the critical moment! I really don't understand why Ciel values ​​him so much!"

As she spoke, she planned to stand up. When she realized that she was still combing her hair, severe pain had already spread from the roots of her hair.

"Ah!" She couldn't help crying out in pain.

The maid was helping her put her hair up. According to her preference today, her blond hair was put up into two buns, and then hung gently from the side. This relatively youthful hair accessory seemed to have regained some youthful vitality.

Not only does her appearance still retain the charm she had before her marriage, but her character is as proud and arrogant as before.

"Are you okay, madam?" The maid quickly put down the comb in her hand and looked at Charlotte with concern.

"It hurts so much, how could it be okay..." Charlotte frowned, it seemed that the pain was indeed severe.

This pain intensified her anger towards Kong Ze, "It's all that guy's fault. He caused such a thing and caused so much trouble to us! What kind of help? He was arrested over there and changed. Became a hostage... so incompetent, incompetent!"

Although it was actually a very difficult feat to find Agnes in a short period of time, in Charlotte's view, completing his orders without compromise and quickly was the obligation and responsibility that Kong Ze had to fulfill, so for Kong Ze's hard work was not appreciated, and all her attention was focused on the trouble caused to her by Kong Ze's mistake and capture.

The maid moved her mouth, but seeing how angry Charlotte looked, she didn't dare to interrupt and had to let the lady vent.

After a while, the pain and anger gradually dissipated, and Charlotte regained her composure.

"Where are they now?"

The maid quickly whispered in Charlotte's ear and told Charlotte where they were now.

"Besides this news. Did they tell you anything else?"

"He also told that lady about you, so it is your decision to know that now." The maid who has been with her for many years knows the madam's temper best, so she doesn't know anything about it. Don't dare to be muddled. The answer is very simple. "So, that young lady wants to find out from you exactly how you arranged it...and she also wants to meet you."

"Arrangement? How can I arrange it now?" Charlotte asked in displeasure, "Also, I am staying here now. How can I run around? She doesn't consider the actual situation? Also, she took me What do you mean by holding someone back? Can’t you trust me? Huh...is this your attitude when asking people to do things?”

Although Agnes is nominally Charlotte's elder, Charlotte doesn't have much respect for her - of course, there is still the necessary respect, so she finally softens her tone. It was already a very rare privilege for her.

In addition, she knew in her heart that it was quite normal for Agnes to have doubts about her - after all, she was that person's daughter-in-law, and her surname was Treville. Who would completely believe that she would decide to kill her father-in-law after meeting him for the first time?

"Forget it, it's not surprising that she is wary. If conditions permit, it would be good to find a way to meet her..." Under the influence of this mentality, after a while, Charlotte changed the subject, " Can you find a way to arrange it?"

"If you really want to meet, it's not completely impossible. After all, the British don't monitor you very closely..." the maid replied immediately, obviously having considered this issue before. "However, I think you'd better not do this now... because that person may be monitoring you all the time, and there's no guarantee that he won't find out if you do any other unusual behavior now. If you really let him discover that you are If we meet her, it will be difficult for us to deal with him. "

"What you said makes sense." Charlotte nodded and accepted the other person's suggestion. "Yes, at least for now, I have to pretend that nothing happened."

Then she made a gesture. She fell into deep thought again, and the maid also understood and quickly picked up the comb to comb her hair again.

After being silent for a while, Charlotte's hair was finally combed. The slightly curved golden hair was coiled on both sides, and then hung down along the temples. The golden hair swayed slightly, as if she was showing off her beauty again. It's like the youthful charm of youth.

"Sure enough, you can't be brave anymore when you get old. If you go out like this later, they will laugh to death. Those British people can hurt people no worse than the French!" However, Charlotte, who looked in the mirror carefully, seemed a little depressed. He sighed, "Forget it, let's change our hairstyle, just follow the trend. We are all going to be mothers, so stop dressing up like this..."

"Why doesn't it look good? It's obviously very good-looking! I don't think any of the ladies in England are as beautiful as you!" The maid said, half out of flattery and half sincerely, "Really, this hairstyle is really very beautiful." It’s suitable for you. If your husband sees it, he won’t be able to move away!”

"Humph, how could he? He's too busy with so many things." Charlotte lowered her brows slightly, as if she was a bit resentful. "As long as I work hard for him, how can he have time to talk to me."

The maid said nothing more, just raised her eyebrows slightly. Years of experience told her that although Madam said so on the surface, she must be very happy in her heart, which could be seen in her eyes.

As long as the lady is made happy, she will be spared the trouble of changing her hairstyle again.

"I've already thought of an idea." Just as the maid was still secretly congratulating herself on her wit, Charlotte suddenly spoke again.

"Huh?" The maid was a little confused.

"I'm going to write a letter to Charles later, telling him that life here is too boring. I miss him very much now, so I want to go back to him as soon as possible." Charlotte said calmly, "Then, I asked him to pretend to be in a hurry and write me a letter asking me to come back to him. After taking this letter, I have an excuse to say goodbye to Her Majesty and I want to leave here."

"Leave here?" The maid was still a little confused. "Are you going to leave this alone?"

"How come you don't care?" Charlotte asked, "On the contrary, I want this matter to be resolved in my hands."

Looking at the maid who was still confused, Charlotte continued to explain. "I will tell that gentleman that I have prepared an opportunity for him to escape, if he follows me out of Windsor, and I will cover him to London, and give him a sum of money there. Let him go wherever he pleases. Since he is so anxious now, I gave him a lifeline, and he should be eager to grab it..."

A slight sneer appeared on the corner of Charlotte's mouth, and it was this sneer that quickly made the maid realize what she was thinking. "You mean, he left Windsor with you, and then you could find a way for the lady to kill him on the way?"

Charlotte just sneered and did not answer the question directly, but the answer was obviously obvious.

After putting aside the initial palpitations. The maid lowered her gaze and thought hard.

"This is a good idea. As long as you don't do anything here, it won't cause any commotion. Although the British will send people to escort you, you should still be able to find opportunities along the way."

Then, she quickly thought of a difficulty, "But... you are here to shoulder the mission of pleasing the queen. Will sir let you leave midway? Let alone leave midway with a fake excuse..."

"I'm pregnant with his child now. Could it be that he refuses to agree to this request? How dare he!" Charlotte's brows rose. He suddenly became vicious, "I will write it in the letter. If he dares not to obey my request, I will make him look good."

As soon as I heard this. The maid hurriedly lowered her head, wanting to but not daring to laugh.

"As for the Queen's favor, I think the Queen likes us quite a lot. Even if I leave midway, as long as the reason is decent, it won't cause her dissatisfaction." Charlotte herself couldn't help laughing, and started talking again after a moment. . "Besides, is the Queen's favor really that important? I can see clearly. When we are needed, even if she hates us, Her Majesty the Queen will treat us kindly; if we lose power, even if she sees us What’s the point if we are pleasing to the eye? No one will care about us then, so my husband and I must not lose our status, and we can do anything as long as we don’t lose our status.”

Charlotte is willing to do anything as long as it keeps her husband from losing power.

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"If it can be done this way, it should be possible." After thinking for a while, the maid could no longer find anything to criticize in this method, so she nodded, "Okay, I'll wait a moment. You will find a way to contact the people bought by Mr. Kong Ze and convey your wishes to them..."

"Well, not only must it be done, but it must be done quickly." Charlotte clenched her fists slightly, looking full of energy. "I will write to Charles today. I hope he will reply to me as soon as possible."

Her ability to act has always been amazing. As long as she is determined, she will do it to the end - in her short life so far, the only thing she has done but gave up midway is to protect the king.

"What if the British open and read your letter?" The maid suddenly thought of another question. "That's when they'll know you're lying to Her Majesty."

Charlotte froze suddenly, then burst into laughter.

"Although the British are cunning, they are not so shameless, right? I believe Her Majesty the Queen would not be interested in reading the private messages between the couple. However... you are right. It is not a bad thing to be cautious in everything. I might as well write nothing in the letter except trivial matters, and then ask the messenger to take the message to him. Then there won’t be any problems, right?”

"Well, this is best." The maid also nodded, admitting that the solution Charlotte came up with in a short time was feasible. "Then I'll go prepare it here, and I'll hurry up and get it done for you."

Then she stood up and prepared to leave Charlotte's room.

"Wait!" At this moment, Charlotte suddenly stopped her.

"Huh? Is there anything else? Madam?"

"There's still plenty of time, don't rush." ​​Charlotte waved her hand gently, signaling the other party to calm down. "The more it's a time like this, the more we need to pretend that nothing has happened. If you run around frequently, it's strange that people don't get suspicious! Okay, talk to me first. We're going to have a meal together at lunch, and then you can talk to anyone you want."

"Madam... you're right." The maid bowed down, expressing her admiration for the lady's resourcefulness, "I really can't show that I'm in a hurry now."

Then she walked back to Charlotte's side.

Charlotte stood up from the dressing table, walked to the window sill, and looked out at the vast green fields of England.

"What do you think, is it better for the first child to be a boy or a girl?"

"As far as tradition is concerned, people generally hope that the first child is a son... After all, to avoid the worries of succession to the title, Marshal Treville should have been looking forward to a great-grandson for a long time. I guess they will prefer boys..." After pondering for a moment, the maid replied in a low voice, "But it depends on your personal preference."

"I am a daughter, doesn't my father love me anymore? Whether it is a son or a daughter, I don't think Charles dare to treat it differently." Charlotte habitually refuted her first, and then lowered her eyes again, "But what you said makes sense. It is always more convenient for the first son, and the old man is happy."

Then, she gently stroked her belly, the movement was so gentle, as if she was caressing her own child. At this moment, her fair and beautiful face seemed to emit a holy glow.

"In this case, it must be a son. After all, God always favors me."

Yes, it is indeed favored to an incredible degree. Born in such a family, with outstanding beauty, such a good surname, being spoiled since childhood, and marrying such a young and promising husband... I always feel that all the luck I can have is taken away.

Even after following her for many years, the maid's heart still flashed a trace of bitterness and jealousy. However, she quickly put aside this meaningless emotion and bowed slightly, "God really favors you, madam, and will definitely favor you in the future." (~^~)

PS: I'm back... I'm finally a little free in November, sorry everyone...