Flowers, Swords and France

"Is this probably a graduation exam?"

In the busy streets, a well-dressed young man looked up at the tall building of the hotel in front of him and thought to himself.

It may be troublesome, but I will definitely pass it.

The young man took a deep breath, and the fierce spring breeze in England made his face hurt. In a trance, he seemed to recall the bullet-carrying wind in the vast desert of Texas.

Yes, I will not disappoint my grandmother's expectations!

Then, he clenched his fist with confidence and shook it like a cheer. Although he was wearing a double-breasted coat, he looked like a military uniform because of his strong physique and full of energy.

Then, he strode up the steps with a high-spirited military spirit and walked into the door of the hotel.

Yes, this hotel is the temporary residence of Miss de Treville, whom he has admired for a long time, but he is not here to visit this lady today, but to be received by another lady with the same surname Treville.

That lady is Mr. Treville's wife, his cousin, Charlotte, the granddaughter of the Duke of Treville.

Since she heard her husband's introduction, she has been very interested in Jerome, so she wants to meet him. Considering that it is too inconvenient to meet him in the palace, she simply chose the hotel where her sister-in-law stayed as the meeting place. Jerome was naturally happy to have an opportunity to get closer to the Treville family, so he agreed without hesitation.

How can I please this lady? Since learning that he would be received by her, young Jerome has been thinking about this problem.

Out of a common mentality of exiles, Americans have always pretended to be indifferent to the nobles of the Old World on the surface, but they are envious and jealous in their hearts, and Jerome-Bonaparte's mind is much more complicated.

He was born and raised in the United States, but he was a member of the Bonaparte royal family. He lived for twenty years without the respect and recognition of his family. At the same time, the Bonaparte family itself was a nouveau riche among the European princes, so he himself did not know how to see the nobles of the Old World, but he had a strange longing in his heart.

After being brought to this island country by his grandmother. He more or less got involved in the British social circle, and then this longing seemed to be extinguished.

The British were too indifferent. They usually only interacted within their own circle and were always very indifferent to people outside the circle. They were not polite, and dealing with them reminded people of Texas bullets, which really made people feel very uncomfortable.

The young man who originally thought that the French nobles were almost the same, so he backed off a little, but later received an unexpected encouragement-he met Mr. Treville's sister. The extremely beautiful Miss Treville.

Although the two of them had hardly said anything, after the first meeting, this young lady made him feel unforgettable, and he could hardly wait to get closer to the young lady.

And if he wanted to get to know her further, returning to France was obviously necessary.

The original plan to return home was more to make his grandmother happy, but now there was a more motivating reason, and the young man was several times more concerned than before.

In order to achieve this goal, the originally arrogant and simple young man wanted to do everything he could to please Mrs. Treville - as long as he could.

Under the guidance of the waiter, he quickly came to the suite that the lady had specially booked. He sat down in the reception room and waited.

He originally thought that everything would be quick, but it was not until a long time later that the door of the reception room was reopened.

Then, a lady with long golden curly hair and luxurious clothes walked in from the door with her head held high.

Her face was very beautiful, and her skin was very healthy because she was well maintained. Her blue eyes were very bright, and she was looking at him quietly, but although she had a smile on her face. But it always gives people a feeling of being looked down upon by arrogance, as if she is carefully weighing this young man.

"I'm sorry, sir, I am Mrs. de Treville who asked you to come here today." After looking at him. The lady smiled and nodded to Jerome, "I wanted to come earlier, but I was delayed on the way because of something... I ask you to forgive my mistake."

Alas, how many women in the world are willing to be punctual? Jerome sighed in his heart.

"Madam, it is an honor to meet you." He bowed deeply to Charlotte. "This honor is enough to dispel the uneasiness in my heart."

"Oh! That's great!" Charlotte clapped her hands, "Then please sit down, don't feel restrained, otherwise I will feel guilty."

According to her arrangement, Jerome sat down respectfully.

He is now very serious and careful, even more careful than when he met her husband.

Whether it was his grandmother's advice or the common impression of the world, they all told him a fact - the French always listen to women, especially beautiful women.

It is said that Mr. Treville listens to his wife very much, and he does everything he can to comply with his wife's requests. So if he can please this lady and let her help him with all her strength, everything will surely be done smoothly.

"You want to return to France and reclaim the family status and title you deserve, right?" Charlotte asked directly after he sat down, "And, you asked my husband to help you achieve this goal?"

Yes, madam, I ask your husband to help me for this purpose. Moreover, I am very grateful that he can show his chivalrous spirit of helping those in need and helping us who are in trouble..." The young man immediately replied, "I will never forget the help that the Treville family has given me..."

"Pfft..." After hearing his words, Charlotte couldn't help laughing, "Sir, if you can return to China, I really have to advise you to have more experience and study in social circles. Look, you You don’t know how to compliment anyone!”

Charlotte's teasing made Jerome Bonaparte's face turn slightly red, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

"Hey, it's nothing. I just said it casually. You don't need to take it to heart." Seeing his embarrassment, Charlotte quickly waved her hand to signal him not to be nervous, "You are right, we do like to help people who are trapped in When you are in trouble, I will persuade my husband to help you, and he is also ready to fulfill his promise..."

Charlotte's expression was very sincere, just as sincere as people usually are in social circles. Young people who are new to social circles will always take such words seriously, and Jerome Bonaparte is naturally no exception, so his My heart suddenly felt hot...

"However, there are some things that we cannot guarantee. Even if we try our best, we may not be able to accomplish it. Come to think of it... you can understand this, right? After all, this is not a trivial matter. In order to help you, my husband It must be involved in the internal affairs of the royal family." Charlotte suddenly changed the subject.

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What does this mean? Does the wife feel that her husband is too promiscuous, so she wants to blame it herself and regret it? ? Jérôme's heart trembled.

"Of course... I know how difficult the environment I am facing now is, madam." He immediately lowered his head and replied sincerely, "I am very grateful that your husband can agree to me. I will not force him to do anything." Get it done...Only God can judge what is to come.”

"Grateful? If it's just for gratitude, why do we take such a big risk?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

"Madam... I... I will do my best to serve your husband and you." Jérôme lowered his head even more, trying his best to show his humility, "I know it is difficult to convince people with this alone, but ...Please believe that I am a man of honor and I can do what I say.”

"You said you wanted to serve me, and there is no doubt that I believe it at this moment." Charlotte still smiled, showing no emotion, "But let me tell you something big...in France now, there are many people who want to We don’t have to take such big risks to get other people’s services.”

This implicit contempt made Jerome's young blood slowly boil.

He didn't want to be despised like this, even when he wanted to ask for help.

"But they are not Bonaparte, but I am!" He suddenly raised his head and looked at the lady with his head held high.

Indeed, Mrs. Treville was very beautiful, and he even felt that Mrs. Treville was not inferior to her sister-in-law in terms of beauty. However, this lady did not give him the same shock and excitement as when he just saw the young lady. Excited.

Because, in terms of personality, that young lady is much more lovable. This lady is relatively strong - even a bit domineering. Although it's not that she is annoying, she is still not as amiable as that young lady.

After making a comparison, he realized that the lady's character was so valuable among the nobles of the old continent.

Charlotte was slightly startled by his sudden behavior, but quickly started laughing again.

"Oh! That's it! After all, he is still a Bonaparte... Is this how it should be!" She suddenly clapped her hands gently, "Sir, to be honest, your behavior makes me feel relieved. ! His Majesty Emperor Napoleon must have had the same expression as you when he first came to Paris..."

"I'm glad you can compare me to him." Jerome smiled knowingly.

Yes, who can forget Napoleon's deeds?

I came to Paris alone and had nothing, but in the end I became a blockbuster and won everything...

God, if only I could have more contact with her... He couldn't help but fall into reverie again.

"Since you said you want to serve me, please give me a proof." (~^~)