Flowers, Swords and France

According to Charlotte's instructions, the convoy and the escorting soldiers slowly marched on the road, and the time soon reached late at night.

The motorcade stopped at the predetermined place, and then Charlotte, accompanied by the maid, slowly stepped out of the carriage, looking extremely sleepy.

At this time, London was already a crowded metropolis, so even the suburbs were already very prosperous, all roads were well maintained, and there was still an endless stream of people traveling in the evening.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir." After the maid arranged everything, Charlotte nodded to the officer escorting her, and then walked up the stairs of the hotel.

After the officer saluted her respectfully, he also went to arrange accommodation for his soldiers.

To be honest, arranging for him to escort was just a courtesy gesture, and he was not worried about any accidents. He had no interest in spying on what Mrs. Treville wanted to do. Anyway, French people's ideas were always very strange - especially when the lady brought another guest.

Instead, he was worried that by following the lady too diligently, he would see something he shouldn't have seen...

After Charlotte returned to the room, she seemed to be exhausted and breathed a sigh of relief. Although there was a disguise factor, she was indeed a little tired - of course, this tiredness was not enough to affect her next actions.

Perhaps because of the preparations made in advance, the room was relatively clean, but the air inside was a bit dull, with a cold and cold smell unique to Britain. Charlotte felt slightly suffocated, so she walked to the window and opened it.

Then, she took out her handkerchief, waved it at the window, and made the previously agreed code.

Then, she fell down on the bed, closed her eyes and fell into deep thought.

The bed didn't smell very good, and it looked like it was made from worn materials. Although it has been arranged to the highest standards, it is still just a small suburban hotel.

Charlotte grew up well-fed and well-fed. He couldn't help but frown slightly, and made another account for his cousin in his mind.

She didn't wait long before a gentle knock came from the door.

She didn't answer because the door wasn't closed at all.

Then. Light footsteps came from the door, then stopped again.

Charlotte opened her eyes again and found her cousin looking at her with a smile on his face.

Although he had gone through a lot of hard work just now, this middle-aged man looked very energetic and not affected at all. Her blond hair was still neatly combed.

In terms of appearance alone, this middle-aged man is worthy of being her husband's father and a member of her great family. The Marquis de Treville's handsomeness was filled with a soft and unrestrained style.

It would be great if his personality could be a little like his father! Charlotte couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Thank you, my good niece..." Before Charlotte could wake up from her thoughts, Edgar de Treville smiled and nodded to her, then stretched out his hand, "I I really didn’t expect everything to go so smoothly, thanks to your help...Thank you so much!”

Although he kept thanking her, Charlotte's face was still tense. Just stared at him coldly.

Seeing that his daughter-in-law didn't want to get close to him at all, Edgar had no choice but to smile bitterly and shake his head, "Okay, Charlotte, I know you are not happy, but I think you will understand me. Who can survive when their lives are at stake?" What can I do? Forget it, I won’t bother you anymore. Even if you are unhappy, you don’t have to endure it for too long... Girl, I promise you that as long as I can escape this time, I will disappear forever. , I won’t trouble you again, I will do what I say!”

snort. You do what you say, even if you don't care about your own children and grandchildren. Do you still have any credibility? God knows how you will blackmail us in the future! After hearing his words, Charlotte sneered in her heart,

"What are your plans now?" Although she sneered in her heart, she became warmer on the surface. "Are you leaving here, or are you going to London with us?"

"I'd better leave here tonight. Tomorrow I'll go to Portsmouth or other southern ports alone and leave the UK from there." Edgar's expression became serious. "It's not late enough now. I'll arrive later." I'll leave at midnight."

"What?" Charlotte couldn't help but exclaimed because she was a little surprised. "Are you leaving later?"

Although she was surprised, she was not worried about the other party's sudden change of schedule - anyway, the place was already being watched, and even if he sneaked away in the middle of the night, he would only be caught by Agnes and the others.

"Yeah, I thought about it for a while, and finally I decided that I shouldn't go to London." Edgar sighed, "London is such a big city, maybe someone will discover my whereabouts - before I I was found by Agnes because I was a few days late in London with the Duchess of Marlborough... Oh, what a huge mistake, who would have thought that girl would catch up so quickly!"

After a pause, his expression became even more ugly, and a rare flash of deep pain flashed through his face. "Besides, my son and daughter are in London now. Wouldn't it be more sad if I go there?"

"I feel like they really won't welcome you." Charlotte stabbed the other person calmly.

"More than being unwelcome! They treat me as an enemy!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but raise his voice, "Charles told me before that he would only save me this time and would never save me again in the future. , I can see that he can do it! If I really run over and fall into his hands, God knows what will happen... Also, my daughter, my daughter..."

"What happened to your daughter?" Upon hearing his words, Charlotte suddenly became interested.

"My daughter, she insisted on forcing me to leave proof that she was not my biological daughter! I also met her when I was in London. She recognized me, but immediately pretended not to see me, without even a glance. You won’t even signal to me!” The middle-aged man let out a long sigh. It was obvious that his children had dealt a huge blow to him. “So, now all my children disown me and even rush to break away from me. What’s the point?”

"She wants to break away from you?" Charlotte was shocked, and her blood almost flowed back in an instant. "And I forced you to leave supporting documents?!"

"Yes, she insisted on forcing me to do this. At that time, I was injured again and had to do it... I don't know what she thought. Are you still dissatisfied with our last name?" Edgar said with a smile on his face. Confuse.

Elsewhere, illegitimate children are desperately trying to squeeze into the ranks of legal children, but her daughter is desperately trying to push out the blood relationship. To be honest, she hasn't figured this out yet.

But Charlotte completely understood the reason.

Therefore, she became even more angry. My chest kept rising and falling.

There is no doubt that as soon as she gets such a certificate, she will hand it to her brother directly to prove that there is no blood relationship between the brothers and sisters.

This bastard is so cunning! How dare you do such an appalling thing for the sake of your own evil desires.

Evil... so evil... I deserved to be thrown to death in the first place. She should go and keep company with the devil!

"What's wrong with you, Charlotte? Are you feeling unwell?" Edgar soon discovered something was wrong with Charlotte.

Charlotte did not answer, but stared at her cousin coldly.

She has now turned her anger on her cousin, so she hates this middle-aged man even more.

If you hadn't gone crazy and insisted on having another daughter, there wouldn't be so many troubles in the world! You deserve to die one more time just because of this.

"You brought all this on yourself, and you can't blame anyone." It wasn't until a long time later that Charlotte spoke again, "You said your children don't respect you, but why should they respect you? That's right. You You are their father, but have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a father? ? Have you done anything useful in their lives? No... you have done nothing, but you have left them alone and are still sighing. You, you asked for it!"

Under Charlotte's sharp scolding, Edgar's expression became more and more ugly, almost turning pale.

"Okay, you're right, I brought all this on myself." Finally, he closed his eyes. He murmured to himself, "But, who doesn't want to be a good father, and I didn't expect that everything would turn out like this! Okay. Okay, it's too late to say this now, what's the point? I I plan to leave here for the first time, find a rural place to live in seclusion in the New World, and live my life like this without bothering you again. I think this will be good for everyone, but in the end, can you agree to my request? "

"What's the request?" Charlotte looked at the other party warily.

She didn't quite believe what her father-in-law said, because she had seen too many promiscuous young men in the social world, and they would never be able to change their old habits. Even if you occasionally feel conscience and want to leave that kind of life, in the end you can't change your habitual depravity - that's how people are.

Now that she has made up her mind, she will never change her mind easily and place her hopes on the discovery of the other party's conscience.

"Nothing, just a small request," Edgar waved his hand, telling her not to think too much, "I want to paint you a painting, just think of it as my last work before leaving Europe."

"Huh?" Because it was a bit unexpected, Charlotte was startled again.

"Can you grant my wish?" Edgar looked at the other person hopefully. "I've prepared the painting supplies, so I won't take you much time. I should leave as soon as I finish painting, and then I'll give those things to you! Well, just think of this as my farewell gift to you. ”

Charlotte bit her lip gently.

This farewell gift is somewhat novel.

She knew that her cousin was famous in social circles for his superb painting skills. Under such circumstances, it may not be easy to refuse easily.

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"Okay, thank you." After hesitating for a moment, she agreed.

Anyway, there is still time now, so there is nothing wrong with procrastinating.

"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Treville." The middle-aged man bowed to Charlotte humorously, then walked to the door of the room again, and took out the things he had prepared long ago.

When he faced Charlotte again, his movements were much lighter. Compared to the sadness just now, he seemed to be a completely different person.

"Because I left in a hurry, I didn't prepare enough paint this time." He looked at Charlotte with a sharp look, his eyes full of the confidence of an artist, "But for a good painter, this is not a difficult problem, I can solve it. Charlotte, believe me!"

"What should I do?" Charlotte asked in a low voice.

"You don't need to pose deliberately, just lie half on the bed, it's better for me to be relaxed and natural." Edgar waved his hand, indicating that she should relax. "Leave it to me, I will leave a good gift for you!"

Then, he gently moved his position, walked to the window, and put the canvas on the table.

He looked at Charlotte.

In the dim moonlight, the blonde woman leaned against the back of the bed, half lying and looking forward. The luxurious and gorgeous fluffy dress, with complicated laces at every section, and the fluffy cuffs, decorated her graceful body. This beautiful body did not show any signs of pregnancy, but made her look charming and lovely. Her expression was a little blurred in the shadows, and she looked like she was smiling, as if she was mocking something.

This is beauty... The artist admired it quietly for a while, and finally sighed sincerely.

He has been out there for so many years, but even now, he can still be moved by true beauty and bring that kind of irrepressible creative desire - this may be the talent of an artist.

"The women of our Treville family are so beautiful!" He shouted half flatteringly and half sincerely.

Then, before Charlotte responded, he began to paint on the canvas.

At this age, his hands are still very well maintained, white and slender, and it looks like he is playing the piano on the canvas.

Soon, the painting slowly took shape in his hands, and his keen sense of art was condensed bit by bit... The so-called art is the talent hidden deep in the soul, and it flashes after being touched by something.

"How is your painting?" Charlotte asked in a low voice after a long time. "My posture is a bit stiff, I want to relax."

"Just a few strokes left, I feel good!" Edgar whispered. "You can take a rest, anyway, that look is already in my mind."

After getting his permission, Charlotte lowered her shoulders slightly and stretched her waist.

Then, he lowered his head and planned to draw the final shape and spirit.

At this moment...

"Time is up, that's enough!" Charlotte muttered to herself, then jumped to the bed at a speed that she could not imagine, picked up the chair next to it, and swung it heavily at his head.

"Bang!" A dull sound echoed leisurely in the room.

The middle-aged man who was hit hard raised his head and looked at his cousin daughter and daughter-in-law in disbelief.

He was dizzy, but then he could see the other party's calm and almost indifferent expression.

I should have known it a long time ago...I should have known it a long time ago. How could the people of the Treville family not do this? Only a heretic like me would not think of this.

His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

A dizziness attacked his brain, and his eyes gradually blurred, and he could not see anything clearly.

In the blur, the face of the woman in front of him changed slightly into another person, and her expression slowly changed, from indifference to anger, and finally to hideous, as if she was a mortal enemy who was about to pounce on him.

"Bang!"

Another ruthless blow.

"Bang!"

The blood in his body solidified, and his brain was blank.

Is it you...are you seeking revenge on me?

No, this is impossible, how could this be possible? You are obviously dead, already dead...

With the last doubt, Edgar de Treville closed his eyes in a daze and collapsed to the ground.

"I gave you a chance." Charlotte put down the chair and looked at her cousin coldly. (~^~)