Flowers, Swords and France

After discussing with Andrei Bezukhov, Charles did not let him stay overnight. He left Charles's mansion in the middle of the night while taking advantage of the darkness. Then, Charles returned to the bedroom and told his wife about the arrangements he had just made.

Sure enough, as he expected, Charlotte also felt that in order to avoid too much trouble, she should not go there in person. Moreover, she was obsessed with the prosperity of Paris and was not willing to go to places like Russia.

However, when Ciel said that he planned to send his sister there, Charlotte was a little skeptical.

"Can your sister take on such a heavy responsibility? She is so young!"

"At this time, I can only believe it once. She has a good mind, and her character is not as innocent as she seems - you should know this, right?" Charles said helplessly, "I and others The private matters of Count Zukhov should be kept a secret and no one should know about it, not even people in our country should know too much. "

"Shouldn't even the emperor know too much?" Charlotte asked.

"...Yes." After pondering for a moment, Charles nodded, "I just told Your Majesty that an influential anti-tsarist organization in Russia has contacted us, and I did not mention Count Bezukhov's Tell him the details."

At that time, he felt that someone like Count Bezukhov could be his friend or aid, so he deliberately concealed his identity when reporting to His Majesty the Emperor. Now it seems that this is really a correct choice.

"Hmph, I do know this. She is very scheming..." Charlotte sneered, "But it's still a bit too difficult for her to deal with such a situation, isn't it? Don't think too beautifully."

"I think it's just a messenger delivering some messages, and she doesn't need to do anything important. I think there should be no problem, right?" Charles smiled. "Besides, Miss de Leolan can also go with her. She is very reliable. With her help... I think there will be no problem."

Is that lady going too? Upon hearing what Ciel said, Charlotte felt a little moved. In her opinion, her grandfather's secretary was not a serious person at first glance, and he had always been extremely disrespectful to her. What was even more worrying was... Although she didn't show it usually, Charlotte always felt that she looked pretty good. She has undue thoughts about her husband.

It would be a good idea to send both of them abroad for two or three months. At least his eyes would be clean for a long time and he would no longer have to be angered by them.

"Well, if you say so, let them pass." Charlotte finally agreed with her husband, "But you'd better tell them to be careful. This kind of thing is no joke!"

"Of course I know this." Ciel shrugged. "But I think that Count Bezukhov is so rich and powerful, and very influential in Russia, that he should be able to control the situation - besides, since he has been able to survive in Russia for so many years, there must be something secretly there Skilled.”

"I hope so." Charlotte buried her head in the quilt.

She hoped that things would get worse and that both of them would be caught and imprisoned by those vicious Russian Cossacks.

The next morning, Ciel left his house and headed to his grandfather's house. Because Marshal Treville had recently inspected the army in other places, he did not live in Paris, so the usual steady stream of people who came to visit him had disappeared now, which made it easier for him to come unnoticed.

Because she started running her own collection business, Miss Treville now has more things in her hands. However, she doesn't like to go out in the morning, but is used to doing things in the afternoon and evening, so she stayed at home today. . And Mary has been staying here recently, so the house is not bleak.

Upon hearing the news of her brother's rare arrival, Fran, who was overjoyed, immediately came out to greet her brother.

While looking at the familiar plants and trees around him, Charles said hello to his sister. From her attitude, he guessed that Mary had not told her what happened before. When he thought of this, he felt relieved. He took a breath, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to face his sister.

After exchanging a few words, the two of them came to the reception room together, and Mary was already here as well.

As soon as she saw Charles, Mary smiled brightly, while Charles glanced at her uneasily, reminding her that some things were best kept secret.

"I came here today because I have something to ask you." After sitting down, Charles said to Fran solemnly.

"What's the matter?" Fran was a little surprised, "Just say whatever you want me to do, there's no need to be so serious..."

"This is a very tricky thing, so I need to ask for your personal opinion. If you don't want to go, I won't force you." Charles replied immediately.

"What's going on?" Fran became even more curious.

"If possible, I want you to go to Russia..." Charles smiled, and then told her some of the things between Count Bezukhov and him.

Fran kept listening patiently, looking more and more surprised.

"Is that so? There is such a thing! It's so exciting! It's also very interesting." After listening, she immediately sighed. It was obvious that some young people were excited when they heard the legendary story, "So... you are planning to You want me to go to Russia and meet the count?"

"If you think it's dangerous, it doesn't matter if you don't go. I'll find someone else." Charles answered.

"No, don't do that! I'm happy to go... I want to go." Fran immediately took over the conversation, "You can trust me and give me the important task. I'm more than happy. How can I refuse? Please leave it to me. I will definitely do it for you."

Seeing his sister so excited, Charles hesitated. "Why don't you think about it?"

"No, don't think about it." Fran raised her voice, "Since you have made a decision, why do you want to take it back? I can pack my luggage today and leave at any time."

Perhaps seeing that her brother was still a little worried, Fran continued, "I have been to London with someone before, and I am not unfamiliar with long journeys. Isn't this essentially a long journey? It's just that I want to bring some things for you."

"Okay... okay." Seeing that she agreed so smoothly, although he was a little worried, he achieved his goal after all. Charles turned his head to look at Mary, "Mary, for the time being, you should push away all the things in your hands or hand them over to others, and go to Petersburg with her - please take good care of her."

"Okay, sir, I will take good care of her." Mary replied with a smile, "Besides, we have people protecting us, you don't have to worry about anything."

Charles suddenly hesitated and spoke hesitantly.

"If...if something really happened, I hope...I hope you can muster up the courage to take responsibility. Fran was just invited to travel to Russia...It's you who is responsible for the secret mission, she doesn't know anything...anything, understand?"

Mary certainly understood what he meant. Her face suddenly became solemn.

As Charles said, Miss Treville should not be involved in such a conspiracy. If it was her, it would be just an ordinary diplomatic conspiracy. If it was the lady herself, it would probably make big news.

"Okay, I understand, sir."

"Hey, this won't do!" Fran couldn't agree with what Charles said, "Since we're going together, we should bear the same risks. Why should she be the only one to bear the consequences if something goes wrong?"

"Don't question my decision!" Charles looked at his sister seriously and interrupted her. "With your brain, you certainly know why, so don't ask. If you really feel bad, then do it for me properly and don't let others suffer because of you, understand?"

After being said so seriously by her brother, Fran was speechless and could only nod.

Then Charles looked at Mary again. "Mary, I'm sorry... but I think you can understand me."

"Of course I can understand what you mean, sir, and I think your arrangement is right." Mary suddenly laughed again, "In addition, I think your worry is unnecessary. Please don't underestimate the two of us. We are difficult enough when we fight alone, let alone together?"

"Okay, that's good, I believe you." Charles couldn't help laughing, and then gave her a small hug.

"Stay here for lunch today?" Perhaps feeling that the matter had been discussed, Fran said immediately.

"No, I have something to do in the afternoon." Charles declined politely, "After all, I am also a minister now, and it is rare for me to take the time to see you today."

The original text is available at Liu # 9 @Book/Bar!

"I know you are busy, but no matter what, come to see us often, Grandpa and I miss you very much." Fran was still reluctant to leave.

"I know, I will." Charles smiled apologetically, and then wanted to leave.

Suddenly, he found that he couldn't move his feet at all, because Marie hugged him tightly.

He lowered his head, and then found that Marie was looking at him with a smile that was a mixture of ridicule, excitement, teasing, joy, and happiness.

A bad feeling came over him, could it be...

"Sir, isn't it the best time to confess everything now?" Marie said word by word.

"No... don't do this..." Charles' face suddenly turned pale. "Don't do this!"

"That's what I want." Marie interrupted her and turned to look at her friend. "Fran, I have something to tell you. It's very important and has a lot to do with each of us."

"What is it?" Fran looked at her in astonishment. "Are you hiding something important from me?"

"Yes, I hid it from you for a while, but now I don't plan to hide it anymore." Mary still had a strange smile on her face. "Lola is pregnant, and the child is his."

Fran opened her mouth in astonishment and stared at the two of them in amazement, while Charles had to close his eyes slightly.

"Do you know why there is a crazy rumor about Lola getting married recently?" As if she felt that she hadn't said it clearly enough, Mary continued to tell her, "That's because she got pregnant because of her pleasure with her husband, so now her father is frantically trying to find a son-in-law to cover up this scandal..."

"Bang!" A loud noise interrupted her words.

"Is this true?" Fran shouted at Charles.

Charles opened his eyes, looked at Mary helplessly, and shrank his neck with difficulty. "It's true, but it's not what you think... It's an accident..."

"What the hell is an accident!" Fran roared again, interrupting him. Her face flushed with anger. Obviously, she was unprepared for this news and hated it very much.

"He told me a while ago, and I was very angry!" Mary also added fuel to her fire at this time, "So you see, he is like this, we are humble and obedient, he doesn't take us seriously, but those who are not so obedient to him, he still cares about them..."

"Yes... Yes... I knew it was like this!" Fran was really angry.

She suddenly panted violently, and the skin on her face, neck and chest was flushed.

"Shame! Shame! This is simply shameful!" She suddenly raised her head and yelled at her brother, "Is this how you treat us! Do you just ignore me?"

She didn't know where she got the strength from, she picked up the wooden chair next to her and threw it at Charles. Charles was caught off guard and could hardly escape, but in the end Fran couldn't bear it and smashed it heavily on the table.

"Too much! Too much!" she shouted.

The servants had already rushed over because they heard the noise inside, but everyone was stunned when they saw the lady's almost unprecedented behavior.

"Get out, get out!" Fran shouted at them again.

Seeing the lady so angry, the others didn't dare to say anything and disappeared immediately.

Franc threw the chair aside, then stumbled to Charles, grabbed his shirt on his chest, and shook it violently.

"Why! Why did you do this? Am I... Am I not as good as Laura? Why did you reject me but still associate with her, and... have a child?!" She shook her head and cried, obviously she was extremely sad. "I am willing to go through fire and water for you... I would rather remain unknown for you, and I am even willing to give up everything for you! Why can't I feel this heart! Why! Are you... Are you really so cruel? I... I hate you so much!" (~^~)