Flowers, Swords and France

In a quiet street, in a dark corner, a man has been carefully observing the gate of a mansion.

He knew that the family was hosting a dinner party today, and carriages were arriving on time.

The carriages were either plain or gorgeous, but there was no doubt that the people inside were important people - since they were qualified to participate in this dinner party.

"The seventh one." He silently said in his heart, while carefully avoiding the servants' vigilant eyes.

After a long time, no new guests arrived. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. It seemed that everyone had arrived.

His task was to find out who these people were and what they were going to do.

This had a great relationship with his future and would even determine his future.

He implemented the instructions given to him by the Prime Minister, and did not mention a word about this task to his superiors. He did not even dare to fully explain it to his subordinates, so he had to go into battle alone.

With the cover of the sycamore tree, he slowly approached the mansion, but he couldn't get any closer. If he got any closer, he would be easily discovered. Maybe the Prime Minister could afford this price, but he couldn't.

He gritted his teeth and climbed up the tree gently.

His movements were so light that almost no one could hear any movement. He did not live up to the training he had received from his previous ten years of grassroots career.

Then he took out a small telescope from his arms and looked into the wall. And now the doors and windows of the mansion were closed, so he couldn't see anything.

But it didn't matter, he was not impatient.

Time passed by minute by minute, and finally, the door opened, and the guests greeted the host one by one and said goodbye. Kong Ze opened his eyes wide, fearing that he would miss any information.

The guests walked to the stable through the walkway in front of the mansion, intending to leave in a carriage, without realizing that a pair of hidden eyes were watching them.

Kong Ze tried to identify these faces. Some of them he knew, and some he had never seen before, but he memorized them one by one in his heart. This was a powerful ability that he had developed from years of work. After he returned home, he would draw all these faces with ink pen, and then identify the faces one by one. However, due to the dim light and the distance, he could not see too clearly even with the help of moonlight, so he could only try his best to identify them.

No, it's too dark!

He was a little annoyed, and suddenly he had an urge to get closer, but reason quickly suppressed this idea.

It doesn't matter, there will be many opportunities in the future. This is just the beginning. If he is impulsive, it will ruin everything.

At this time, he saw a strange scene, which surprised him so much that he almost forgot his anxiety.

It wasn't that there were any monsters there, nor that something happened, but that he saw two people.

A man and a woman, two young people, the woman hugged the man's right hand, and walked side by side towards the stable step by step. This was not a strange sight. It was not unusual in other occasions, but it was strange tonight.

Who are they? Why are they here?

Kong Ze thought about it, but he couldn't find any impression of these two people in his mind. He quickly focused his attention on these two people.

The two young people, the man was handsome and gentle, dressed in ordinary clothes; and the woman was beautiful and charming, with luxurious clothes. This couple almost looked like they had just walked off the stage. Moreover, they looked very close, sticking together all the time, and they kept talking softly.

Maybe they are lovers?

But for some reason, Kong Ze's sense of smell, which was trained by years of work experience, made him intuitively feel from the young man's expression and actions that there was a sense of alienation between the two people, and even the young lady's seemingly simple smile had a complex meaning.

In any case, it was too strange for this couple to appear here, and people couldn't help but pay attention.

Soon, the two young men got on a carriage and left with the other guests.

Kongze's sight followed the carriage until it disappeared from the fork in the street. Kongze just stayed quietly in the leafy branches and watched the guests leave. He couldn't follow them in a big way.

But it doesn't matter. He will have time and opportunity to get to know these new faces today. He is convinced of this.

Although the prime minister's explanation to him was not entirely true, with Kongze's intelligence, he fully understood what happened and what was happening - the current number one and number two figures in the government were fighting desperately, and he himself was a pawn of one of them.

He continued to stay where he was until all the lights in the mansion in front of him were turned off and people fell asleep. He then gently came down from the branches.

Today's mission has been completed. He now needs to go back and ruminate on the intelligence he just got.

=========================================

The brother and sister returned to the carriage and sat quietly on the cushions, speechless for a moment.

It was late at night, the streets were quiet and deserted, and the sound of horse hooves and the streets roamed back and forth in the carriage.

Charlotte still held her brother's hand, slightly closed her eyes as if she was thinking about something, or just resting with her eyes closed. Charles didn't want to disturb her rest, so he just looked up at the moonlight outside the car window, motionless.

"Charles," after a long while, Charlotte finally spoke, "We seem to have done well today?"

"It's smoother than expected." The brother replied in a low voice. "It seems that there is hope to achieve the goal."

"Grandpa will be very happy." Charlotte smiled again.

"Maybe." Charles responded indifferently.

"You are too cruel to my grandfather!" Charlotte complained in a low voice. "After all, he is your elder, isn't he?"

"He seems to have never cared about me." Charles retorted.

"You're wrong. You are the heir of his brother. How could he not care?" Charlotte defended her grandfather. "Although the concepts and positions are different, your grandfather is his brother after all. And... and when we were young, how could I associate with you without his approval?"

"How could you become my enemy without his approval?" Charles hit back.

Charlotte stood up instantly and laughed. "I understand. It turns out that you have always been annoyed that grandpa brought me to this path...Charlotte, you are really dishonest..."

Charlotte's smile was a little bit mischievous, but also very happy. For a while, the carriage was like a blooming flower.

"You think too much!" Charles answered flatly, "I just don't like his expressionless face."

Charlotte didn't continue to tease her brother, but sighed softly, "In fact, I told my grandfather that I wanted to take this path. My grandfather didn't force me. He even advised me that girls shouldn't take such risks."

The original text can be read in Liu # 9 @shu/bar!

Charlotte wanted to ignore it, but in the end he couldn't help asking.

"Why?"

"Why?" Charlotte tilted her head slightly, "For many things. To help Grandpa, to restore our era, to restore our status... There are too many reasons. Don't you want to restore the glory our ancestors once had? Even a century ago, we still had the power of life and death over those mobs, but now... But now look at what France has become? We still have to bow to the mobs and the descendants of the mobs... Can you bear it?"

"Our era?" Charles couldn't help but sneer, "We no longer have an era, no matter how hard you try, you can't turn back time by a century."

Charles's hand was suddenly clenched.

He found that Charlotte's smile had completely disappeared, and there seemed to be some anxiety and anger in her eyes.

"That's it, you are always like this, since childhood! You treat everything as a stage play that has nothing to do with you. You don't hate us, but you deliberately alienate us, as if we are just characters that should exist in the painting..."

"So what?" Charles also raised his voice. "Should I follow your example and be buried with that bygone era? No, never."

"How can I know the result without trying?!"

"I know the result without trying!"

"I will try it no matter what!"

"I will stop you no matter what!" Charles stared at his sister, "I will carry forward the Treville family name, even more dazzling than you can imagine, but definitely not in your way. All you can get with this way is a tragedy, not even a tragedy!"

"Then I will show you no matter what!" Charlotte also stared at her brother, "Since childhood, you seem to be looking down on me and my brothers, and you can't tell who is the sister and who is the brother. Do you think you are transcendent? You are wrong! I want to prove that your ideals and your theories are ridiculously wrong. You are just a mortal living among us, living within my reach, living beside me, not living above our heads. You will understand!"

The two looked at each other fiercely, and neither of them was willing to retract their sight.

Until the end, Charles sighed.

How many times have we quarreled? The 50th or the 100th? I can't remember.

"Well, time will tell who is right and who is wrong." He retracted his gaze and looked at the moon outside the window again.

Charlotte also retracted her gaze, and the quarrel between the two siblings ended in a pause again.

"Do you know why I hate Baron de Bovan so much?" Charlotte suddenly spoke again.

"Why?" Charles asked casually to make the atmosphere less stiff.

"His son, the only son, is pursuing me." Charlotte's face bloomed with a smile again, but the smile was both mocking and hateful, "You see, France has come to this point, a former commoner's son dares to pursue a duke's daughter..."

Charles opened his eyes wide and looked at Charlotte with a creepy look. He almost didn't hear what Charlotte said next.

"Don't worry, I would rather live in a monastery for the rest of my life than marry a son of a former commoner, no matter how rich he is. However, due to some needs, I can't refuse directly for the time being, so I can only deal with it this way for now. Oh, it's disgusting... So disgusting... I said that sooner or later, that family will pay the price for their offense..."

I will kill his whole family! He was screaming, roaring, and roaring in his heart.

Finally, he recovered and his breathing became smooth again. "I know."

However, Charlotte had already seen Charles' anger just now, but her heart was full of joy. "It's good that you know."

The carriage finally stopped, and Charles slowly got off the carriage and prepared to go back to his home.

"Goodbye." His voice was very low.

;