Flowers, Swords and France

Ms. Adelaide's appearance had already shocked everyone secretly, and the affectionate address she gave to the old painter later surprised everyone in the gallery. After a short silence, people whispered to each other. He kept glancing at the two protagonists.

However, the lady didn't seem to notice the chaos she had brought to the place. She made a gentle gesture to signal her entourage not to follow too closely. Then she walked straight to the old painter and chatted with him with a smile. What are you wearing?

This sudden arrival of a dignitary made Charles feel a little uneasy. Of course Charles knew her. Portraits of her and the king and his wife had been hung all over France for more than ten years.

I didn’t expect that even such a big shot would come today, which I didn’t expect!

There were also whispers from the side.

"No wonder Durenberg has been so famous for so many years. It turns out that it has found such a protector for itself!" One person exclaimed in a low voice, "Oh my God, look at this scene today, how many people are here!"

“Since ancient times, artists have been the favorites of the powerful. In other words, only artists who are favored by the powerful can gain a foothold in the art world. Many people think that as long as they are talented in the art world, they can become famous. In fact, they are ridiculously naive... ..." The other person seemed to be a little jealous and joked in a sarcastic tone unique to Parisians.

"Like Watteau and Boucher back then?"

"Of course."

[Watteau and Boucher were both famous painters and artists in the Louis XV era, founders and founders of the Rococo style. They were both protected by Madame Pompadour, who was the most favored by the king in the court at that time. The prosperity and popularity of Rococo art in the Louis XV era was inseparable from the strong support of this noble lady. 】

The whispers all around did not affect the old painter and his protector at all. They strolled along the wall, admired the paintings on the wall, and chatted quietly. But mainly the lady was talking, and the painter was just smiling and nodding in agreement.

Charles really didn't expect that he just came to support his sister and visit an art exhibition, but he would meet so many unexpected people - does this mean he laments his own bad luck, or does he lament the fact that the Marquis and his family have given so much to Fran? The extra tuition is not in vain, is it worth it?

Forget it, it's already here, it's useless to think about it so much, just deal with it carefully, there shouldn't be any big problems. He secretly made up his mind.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Fran once again keenly noticed that Charles was a little distracted, so she asked again, "Is there something wrong again?"

The worried look in his sister's eyes made Ciel feel a little stirred in his heart.

"It's nothing," he smiled and shook his head, "I just saw that the lady was a little strange. It turns out that your teacher is so famous..."

"I didn't expect it. I didn't expect the teacher to even call Ms. Adelaide!" Fran was also a little surprised. "No wonder he was so mysterious before. He kept telling me that a big shot was coming..."

"Then you're in luck today." Charles suddenly laughed, "Looking at your teacher's arrangement, he will definitely introduce you to that lady later. If she says a few nice words to you …”

Fran's eyes widened when he heard his words. It was obvious that she had also thought of this.

"Ah...haha...this..." A little blush reappeared on her face. She now looked like she wanted to laugh but was holding back her laughter. She looked very interesting, "If...if that happens, I What should I say...Brother, should I be more polite, or should I show my personality? Brother...I...I'm so nervous...what should I...what should I do?"

Fran, who was overwhelmed with great joy, grabbed Ciel's hand tightly and kept pulling it, like a drowning person.

"Hahahaha..." Seeing Fran who was so anxious about gains and losses, Charles couldn't help but patted her head again, "Just behave the way you usually do. Don't do anything extra. You are already cute enough." Now, believe in yourself, Fran.”

Fran seemed to be infused with strength by her brother's words, and Fran slowly regained her composure.

"Okay, brother, I understand. I won't let you and the teacher down." Fran clenched her fists slightly.

"Absolutely," Charles said firmly.

The absolute support and affection between brother and sister are unspoken at this moment.

"Miss Treville?"

A sudden greeting quietly broke the harmonious atmosphere between the brother and sister.

Fran looked at the sound and found that the banker lady was greeting her not far away.

She wore her hair in a high bun as usual today, wearing a expensive gray dress, with an arrogant and indifferent attitude.

"Miss Bowen?" Fran was a little surprised, "What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

"The teacher called me here," Miss Banker's voice was calm and cold as usual, "He asked me to come and take you to his place. There is an important guest who wants to meet you."

Sure enough!

"Okay, I won't be too pretentious," Laura continued, "The important guest is Ms. Adelaide you just met. The teacher just introduced your paintings to her, and she appreciates it. So I wanted to ask you to come over and meet..."

Fran, who was full of surprises, couldn't help but look back at Ciel, and Ciel smiled again to show encouragement.

"Great!" Fran forgot her usual self-control and almost jumped up.

"You can cheer, you deserve it." A smile appeared on Laura's face, "You deserve this honor."

Fran was ecstatic and looked around subconsciously.

"It's a pity that there are so few classmates here today..." she said unintentionally.

"Have you forgotten? There are also my paintings on display today." Laura seemed to have a bit of sarcasm in her mouth, "How could Matilda's gang come? How could they be willing to witness my victory with their own eyes? …Those people don’t even have the capacity to recognize the talents of others.”

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Your father is here today, right?" Fran didn't want to get involved in this kind of dispute at this time, so she quickly changed the subject, "I can see that he really loves you."

"It's okay." Laura nodded slightly, then turned to look at the young man next to her, "By the way, Miss Treville, is this...?"

"This is my cousin, Eugène, the grandson of the Duke of Treville. He came with me to see the art exhibition today..." Fran obviously still remembered her brother's instructions and quickly answered according to the answer she had agreed on in advance.

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, looking a little shy.

Isn’t it too easy to step into the role? My sister does have some acting talent! Charles, who was watching from the sidelines, secretly admired his sister's flawless acting skills without any teacher, and then he nodded gently to the girl opposite, "Ms. de Beauvoir, I'm glad to see you."

"Oh...I see." Laura nodded appropriately, and then said hello to Charles, "Mr. Treville, nice to see you. My father also vaguely mentioned you just now."

"It's my pleasure." Charles replied calmly.

"Miss Treville, please go over quickly, don't let the teacher and the noble lady wait!" Laura seemed to feel that too much time had passed, and Laura hurriedly urged.

Fran looked at her brother again. Although her eyes were a little uneasy, she was much calmer than before.

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Ciel patted his sister's head again to encourage her.

Fran closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After a second or two, she opened her eyes again, and then ran towards the teacher in small steps to receive the first baptism in her short life.

Ciel kept looking at his sister's back as she moved forward, with both encouragement and relief in her eyes. As his sister's figure became increasingly blurry, his smile gradually relaxed, until finally it disappeared.

"Mr. Treville?" Laura greeted again.

This girl hasn't left yet? It seems like something happened again.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Charles asked in a low voice.

He won't look down on her because she is a girl - because she has a father with a net worth of tens of millions.

"You and Miss Treville are not just cousins, are you?"

Um? Charles's heart trembled. Was the first question so harsh?

Before Charles had time to answer, the banker lady continued, her tone more relaxed, "Please don't mind, I didn't mean to pry into your private affairs, I was just a little curious... because I just saw you and She behaved very affectionately, and..." There was more playfulness in her eyes, "On weekdays, your character often appears in Miss Treville's paintings..."

Really smart.

Ciel smiled, but in this smile, there was no longer half of the warmth and kindness he showed Fran just now, but just the right amount of politeness and indifference - the standard aristocratic smile.

"You are indeed very perceptive. Fran and I are indeed not just cousins..." Charles continued according to the script, "My grandfather and her grandfather made an engagement when they were young. When Fran comes of age, we will will get married."

"That's it!" Laura seemed to suddenly realize, "No wonder! I understand."

After a moment, she laughed again, "The poor Miss Treville has to endure it..."

"Huh?" Charles didn't know why.

"According to my short-term observation just now, although Miss Treville is very affectionate to you, what you have towards her is more of the kind of affection between a brother and a sister, which is different from the expression in love. However, It's no wonder, after all, Miss Treville is still young... When she grows up, you will definitely change a lot."

The inexplicable embarrassment and depression made Charles feel a little sulky. What does this have to do with you and make it worth your while?

"Let's talk about it then." He tried to convey his coldness in the few words he had.

"Oh, I just remembered to talk about her and forgot to talk about the real thing. Sorry!" Seeing Charles' impatience, Laura smiled a little apologetically, "My father, I want to invite you to come over and talk. Do you think you have time now?"

It seems that the previous words were just the big banker testing himself.

Charles felt awe in his heart. If he hadn't discussed the lines with Fran just now, something would have gone wrong now. Sure enough, in life, you have to be on guard against the slightest change.

But what does this family mean? He couldn't help but look carefully at the wealthy heiress in front of him again.

With a beautiful face, he was simply a different species from the pudgy banker himself. Wearing a gray skirt, the cuffs are worth a lot of money, and she looks like an exquisite doll. His lake-blue eyes showed silent arrogance, and his brown hair was tied up in a high bun.

She felt Charles' gaze, but she didn't notice it at all, still looking at him calmly.

"Okay, where is he?"

[This is the first encounter between the evil Boss Xia and the evil Second Lady Luo...]

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