Flowers, Swords and France

In the midsummer of July, this ancient city once again welcomed a sunny summer day.

This is the hottest and longest time of the year. The scorching light penetrates the halls and rooms without any mercy, illuminating the whole place.

The Marquis de Treville's mansion was not spared from this. The sun penetrated through the gaps between the windows mercilessly, casting mottled shadows of virtual and real on the walls, and also brought in the summer heat.

This is a small room, which is used by the owner as a bedroom and study. On the deepest wall of the room is a walnut bed with thick sheets on it. It doesn't look luxurious but it should be comfortable. The wall is covered with gray gold-painted paper that is not too dazzling. The closets and bookshelves are placed along the wall. There are many books on the bookshelves, and many books are clipped with bookmarks, silently revealing the owner's studious side. .

Next to the bookshelf, near the door, there is a desk. There were many drawers in the heavy desk, and on the desk there was a white porcelain vase with gold decoration and a royal blue dessert bowl with a few apples. A young man sat at his desk, reading a book while writing and drawing on it with a pen, making annotations.

The summer weather was hot and humid. Although the windows were wide open and the wind kept blowing in, he still had to unbutton all the buttons on the collar and cuffs of his shirt, so that he felt much better.

The silence was broken only after the sound of stones falling on the window.

Alas... Is it over?

The young man who had been sitting at the desk couldn't help but sigh.

He put down the book in his hand helplessly, and then walked to the window. On the street below, there stood a girl wearing a wide-brimmed hat decorated with velvet flowers. The girl was wearing a fluffy silk skirt, revealing a large area of ​​skin on her chest, which was almost dazzling in the sun.

Indeed... it's so dazzling...

"What do you want to do? Why do you always do this! If you want to find me, just come to my house!" Although the boy seemed unhappy, he still subconsciously turned his eyes to the large piece of white greasy.

The harsh words did not touch the girl at all. She still looked at the boy in front of the window with a smile.

"Visiting is so troublesome. I don't want to say so many polite words to your grandfather! Come on, come down! I have something important to tell you!"

"What is it?" Seeing the girl's happy smile, the boy couldn't help but have a bad premonition in his heart.

"You will know when you come over. How to say it here!" The girl stretched out her hand and gestured, "Hurry up!"

"I... I have something else to do!" The boy hesitated. He had not completed the reading plan he had set for himself, and past experience told him that if he really played with her. Don't think about finding time today.

"What is it!?" After hearing the boy's refusal, the girl lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was a little unhappy. "Is there anything more important than being with your beloved? Why, did you lie to me that day..."

Looking at her gloomy face, the boy couldn't help but shudder secretly.

Oh, bad... I'd better listen.

Since Valentine's Day at the beginning of this year, Charlotte half-forced the relationship between the two from cousins ​​and playmates to "lovers", or in other words, she unilaterally announced it. The two were only allowed to love each other and stay together forever.

Under Charlotte's almost crazy coercion on the galloping carriage, Charles had to nod and acquiesce to the reality that the two became lovers for the sake of their lives, and in his heart he hoped that his cousin would get rid of this almost joking relationship as soon as possible.

However, although Charlotte's behavior has not changed much since then, Charles always feels that his cousin treats this "relationship" not just as a first practice of playing in the social world, but wants to date him seriously.

Charles weighed the pros and cons of "the terrible consequences of making her angry" and "the pleasure of continuing to read". In the end, he had to reluctantly abandon the latter.

"Okay, okay... I'll come down, you wait for me!" He sighed helplessly and surrendered to his cousin again.

"That's right, hurry up!" Charlotte laughed even more happily. She even took off her hat and waved to Charles, with an indescribable style.

I wonder what she is going crazy about today...

Charles put away his books with helplessness and a little expectation, and then walked downstairs quickly.

However, when he just walked down the stairs, he ran into his sister.

The eleven-year-old girl, her golden hair was tied by two red silks on her head. Divided on both sides, her blue eyes were wide open and looking at him, with a little bit of ignorant sophistication in her childishness, looking so cute.

"Look, I drew a beautiful picture!" Fran was very happy when she saw him, and showed the canvas in her hand to her brother as if she was showing him a treasure, "I was just looking for you to see it!"

"It's not okay to say that your painting is beautiful." Charles smiled and wiped her hair, then took her painting and glanced at it carefully.

His sister was very talented in painting, which he had noticed very early - he had taught her his superficial painting skills a few years ago, and was quickly surpassed by her. , however, Ciel could only appreciate her works.

"Well, it's indeed very beautiful!" Charles quickly gave his judgment, "But don't be too proud. I think you can draw ten times better than this in the future, as long as you work hard enough."

"Really?" Fran's face flashed with unconcealable joy.

"Of course it's true." Charles wiped her golden hair encouragingly, and then handed the painting back to her, "Okay, you can keep this painting for now. I have something to do now. You can play whatever you want."

"Are you going out? Where are you going?" Although Fran's tone was very calm, her eyes were fixed on her brother.

Just when Charles was about to blurt out his answer, he suddenly changed his answer unexpectedly. "Uh...I'm going to go to one of my classmates. A group of us have made an appointment to meet there and then run out to play together."

"Really?" Fran continued to look at him.

"Of course it's true." Charles smiled while holding his sister in his arms, and then let go after a moment. "Okay. I'm leaving now. Goodbye."

Because he was worried about Charlotte being furious, he ran very fast and ran out of the living room in a few seconds. Fran could only quietly look at her brother's retreating back.

"Just tell some lies." She lowered her head dejectedly and looked at her painting.

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"Why are you so slow?" When Ciel ran up to her, Charlotte frowned in displeasure.

"I'm already very fast!" Ciel replied loudly, "I ran all the way out!"

"Forget it, just come." Charlotte laughed. Then he reached out and took his hand. "Let's go to my house first!"

"But I still don't know what you want to see me for!" After being pulled violently, Charles finally regained his balance.

"Why are you still like this!" Charlotte glanced at him angrily, "We are lovers! Lovers! Don't lovers always want to meet each other? What reason do you want? I just want to see you. ,What's wrong?!"

"Even lovers have their own things to do..." Ciel was still protesting, but his tone was much softer.

That's right, isn't it just because lovers spend all day making love to each other?

"Don't worry about it so much," Charlotte pulled Charles directly into the carriage, and then the carriage started driving rapidly, "We'll talk about it on the way."

The carriage was very fast. The wind kept blowing on Charles' face, taking away his original heat.

However, this coolness did not eliminate Ciel's uneasiness. On the contrary, this uneasiness became more and more intense, because this scene reminded Ciel of the psychological shadow at that time.

Now I follow her wishes in everything. She shouldn't do such a fatal thing this time...

At this moment, Charlotte tilted her head and put it on his shoulder.

"Thank me! I helped you a lot!"

"Thank you for what?" Because he had gradually adapted to the relationship between the two of them as lovers, Charles did not push Charlotte away and allowed the other party to lean against him.

"Didn't you ask me to help your sister find a good painter last time?" Charlotte said as if she had offended him. "I begged my father. He happens to know a painter named Durenberg. He is quite famous. He can let your sister go and learn painting from him."

"This is great!" After hearing the news. Charles was indeed very happy. "Charlotte, thank you!"

As his sister grew older, in order not to waste her talent, he had already been thinking about this matter, and rarely asked Charlotte to help him. I didn't expect Charlotte to be so interested in it and get it done so quickly.

"Of course you should thank me. But..." Charlotte became a little hesitant, "I heard that the painter's tuition is quite expensive... and it seems to be expensive to learn painting... Charles, how about I'll let dad pay the fee..."

"Thank you, Charlotte, I really appreciate you helping me, but there is no need to pay the tuition in advance. Grandpa and I can think of a way, I don't think it will be difficult for us." Charles immediately rejected Charlotte Te's proposal, and then looked at Charlotte sincerely, "We are poor relatives, so we especially cannot ask for your family's money."

"What are you saying about relatives or not..." Seeing Charles's determined look, Charlotte sighed first, then laughed, and suddenly raised her hand to hook his neck, and then kissed him. His cheek said, "Okay, whatever you want, it's not me who wants to learn anyway."

"Fran will also be very grateful to you." Under this unspeakable stimulation, Charles forgot his shyness and embarrassment and hugged Charlotte's slender waist, "You should really come directly to my house, so that we can be happy together How nice..."

"Forget it, she doesn't like me, why should I go out of my way to find her?" Charlotte replied seemingly matter-of-factly. "Making myself unhappy for no reason? No, I'm not that stupid. I'm just helping you to make you happy. What does it have to do with her?"

This reason was so unreasonable but so reasonable that Ciel was suddenly at a loss for words.

"You may have misunderstood her. She is much younger than us. We can't always argue with her." After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Besides, she respects you very much and has never quarreled with you." ?”

"Hmph, it's not like she needs to quarrel to show her dissatisfaction. When has she not looked at me with a frown?" Charlotte replied mockingly. "Okay, let's not talk about this. You just said you were very grateful to me, right? So how do you plan to thank me?"

"Well... what do you say?" Charles was in a dilemma.

"This is not a big deal... You just have to agree to one condition of mine." Charlotte smiled and looked up at him.

"Okay, I promise you! No matter how difficult it is for you to do, I will agree to it." Charles stood up straight with the unique attitude of a teenager. "Even if you ask me to duel with someone I don't like now, I will do it without saying a word."

"Bah, what nonsense are you talking about! You are already in school and you still talk about duels all day long. What are you boys thinking about all day long? Do you want me to be a widow at my age?!" Charlotte knocked his head in dissatisfaction. "What I want you to do is much easier... You'll know when the time comes!"

Charles didn't notice that her eyes were flashing with mischief.

Soon, they came to Charlotte's house together. In the servants' indifferent expressions, Charlotte led him all the way to her room as if no one was around.

Although it was not the first time to come here, Charles still felt a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at the complicated decorations.

"Wait for me!" As soon as she came here, Charlotte asked Charles to wait, and then went directly to a small room next to it.

While Charles was still confused, Charlotte came back again. Holding a pink satin dress with lace in her hand.

Then, she looked at Charles with a look that Charles was quite scared of, until the boy felt a little hairy in his heart, she spoke leisurely.

"What I want you to do is very simple..." She deliberately dragged the sound, and then sneered, "That is to put it on! And then put on the wig!"

Uh...Charles was completely frozen, not understanding why Charlotte was crazy.

It was not until Charlotte approached him that he came back to his senses. "Charlotte, are you kidding me? How can this be possible!" He shouted. Then he stepped back subconsciously.

"Why not? Didn't you just say that you were very grateful to me and would do this and that for me? Now I ask you to do nothing?" Charlotte still sneered and approached him step by step, "Are you not keeping your word? Are you deliberately deceiving me?"

The original text can be read at Six # 9 @Books/Bar!

"This..." Charles' forehead was covered with cold sweat, "This is totally untrue! Why are you doing this? What's the point?"

"Point? What point do I need?" Charlotte's smile became more and more intense, "This is a punishment! Do you understand? This is a punishment!"

"Punishment?" Charles frowned, "I...what did I do again?"

"Who told you not to remember today!" Charlotte walked to Charles' side in a blink of an eye, "You don't even remember such an important day. What qualifications do you have to be my lover?"

Uh... Charles pondered for a moment, his mind turning rapidly.

Then, he finally had a flash of enlightenment in his mind.

Today is probably Charlotte's birthday.

Why didn't I remember it all this time! It's too late to regret! He secretly complained in his heart.

"Who would remember several people's birthdays for a normal boy..." He forced a bitter smile, "Charlotte, forgive me, I know I was wrong! I won't make the same mistake again!"

"That won't do. If you keep talking about the future every time you make a mistake, how much trouble will it cause me?" Charlotte shook her head and stared at Charles, "Okay, if you don't keep your word, I won't force you, but don't be a hero in front of me anymore!"

Charles' face suddenly became hot.

Although he knew that Charlotte was provoking him, he still couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Yes, someone just helped you a lot, and you promised to do it, but you didn't do it... This is too unclassy, ​​not to mention in front of such a beautiful girl?

And he understood that Charlotte had a fiery and unyielding heart hidden in her arrogance. If he really refused to give in at all, more trouble would definitely happen.

But... that's what he said, but this is... too shameful...

Charles was still hesitating.

"Can...can you change one? Charlotte, please..." He looked at Charlotte nervously.

"No." Charlotte shook her head without hesitation.

Then she handed over the clothes and wig in her hand. "Put it on quickly!"

Charles' face flushed.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally reached out and took the women's dress.

"At least...at least don't let me wear it in front of you..."

"Hahaha..." Charlotte looked at his embarrassed and tangled look and couldn't help laughing, "But can you wear it alone?"

Charles was speechless again.

He had realized it. This must be one of the most shameful days in his two lives.

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I don't know what kind of mentality it was, but Charlotte took her own skirt, and Charles wore it a little tight.

Girls develop earlier, so when they are thirteen or fourteen years old. Charlotte's height and build are about the same as Ciel, but now, Ciel is slightly taller than her, and I'm afraid it will be taller in the future.

Fortunately, Ciel has a relatively thin body shape. And because I often exercise and practice swordsmanship, I don’t have any fat on my body, so I reluctantly put on the skirt - but it still felt very tight.

Amidst the chattering sounds, Charlotte led Ciel to her dressing table, then looked at Ciel's face, taking her whim as a real career.

"Well, the eyebrows are a bit thick and need to be drawn thinner," Charlotte looked carefully at the cousin in front of her who had a face that had become paralyzed. "The skin on the hands is a little dark and rough, so I need to wear a pair of gloves... Adam's apple It's also a problem. I have to find a scarf to cover it up..."

After finalizing the entire plan, she started her own construction without saying a word, while Charles could only let the other party do whatever he wanted without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, his painful suffering finally came to a temporary halt.

"Okay... let's take a look!" Charlotte pulled him in front of her big mirror.

Although he knew he was ashamed, a very subtle psychology still drove Charles to raise his eyes and look at the person in the mirror.

This is a very beautiful "beauty". "She" is wearing a luxurious pink dress. The fluffy skirt has beautiful patterns woven into the silk threads, and the cuffs are very wide. Also embellished with exaggerated lace. Her long golden hair hangs down from her temples and falls on her chest. She wears a gauze scarf around her neck with floral decorations... "Her" eyes are evasive. Shy and reserved.

Is this because her dressing skills are too good? Or is it because of the handsome blood of the Treville family?

"This..." Charles was stunned for a moment.

"How was it?" Charlotte asked as if to show her merit.

"It does look good...wait a minute, this is so ridiculous!" Ciel blushed and shouted, "Are you...are you satisfied now?"

"Charle, don't be so formal..." Perhaps because she thought Charles's reaction was funny, Charlotte smiled, "Isn't this pretty? As long as it looks good, it's fine. King Louis or Louis XV would wear it. What's wrong with wearing women's clothing once? I heard that my beloved was so beautiful when I was a teenager!"

"Both of them only wore women's clothing when they were children!" Charles protested to her in a tone that was almost like a roar, "And...are the customs of that era the same as this era?"

Although it has been so many years since he came to this world and got along with Charlotte, sometimes Charles still has the urge to "crack open her head to see if the brain inside is different from ordinary people." .

[Louis XV was nicknamed "The Beloved" because he was greedy for beauty, had many mistresses in his life, and left behind many romantic affairs]

"It's not too late for us to remember that great era." Charlotte shrugged.

Then, she looked at Ciel again, looking at the "beautiful girl" she had suddenly created.

"It's really beautiful..."

Then, she stretched out her hands and hugged Ciel's waist. "Now, don't you dare forget my birthday again."

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..." Charles replied in a sad tone.

He meant it. This experience was scary enough.

"Then hold me tight..." Charlotte said, burying herself in Ciel's arms.

Ciel obeyed her words and hugged her.

The two people hugged each other tightly. (~^~)

PS: I have been writing too seriously recently, now I am going to write a cheerful spoof to adjust it...

The idea for this article has been thought up before, and it was originally intended to explain the first time between two people.

That's right, their first time was when Sister Xia and "Mei Xia" got together...

It's a pity that the starting point is too strict now, so I don't dare to write about it. I'll stop here and leave the rest to your own imagination.

Also, thank you all for your tips, I really appreciate it.

Thanks to everyone's support, I can continue to write this article, not because of how much money I get, but because I find that my efforts are recognized and supported by others, and I know that I am not alone in the cold wind. …

Forget it, I won’t say much more, I really, really thank you all...