Flowers, Swords and France

There were only two people left in the small VIP lounge at the moment, two old people.

"Karl, I'm so sorry. Today is such a good day for you, but I dragged you here." The old lady's voice sounded a little tired, but the smile on her face still showed a little bit of her youth. "When people get old, they have little energy and always want to rest..."

"Where are you talking? You have already helped me so much by coming here to see me! Being able to chat with you for a few words is more important than staying anywhere..." The old painter Durenberg also had a smile on his face. , but he looked much more energetic, "Besides, I also want to take a good rest. I feel a little tired standing there for so long."

"Yes, we are all old." The old woman smiled bitterly and sighed softly, "Time flies so fast, thirty years have passed in a flash."

After finishing speaking, she carefully looked at a painting placed on the small round table. Her old and skinny right hand rubbed the edge of the frame, while her slightly white hair was carefully combed and tied behind her head.

The setting sun is about to sink into the sea, and the rays of light dye the sea into a golden color. There are a few seagulls floating in the clouds, floating leisurely in the sky and the earth.

"This painting is very good." After a moment, she gave her judgment. "Excellent piece of work."

After hearing her praise, the old painter couldn't help but laugh again.

"Look! Look! You don't have to tell me, right? I've told you before. This is a painting by one of my best students. How could it be wrong?"

"She indeed has extraordinary talent. She can have such pure writing skills at this age. No wonder she can be recommended by you. I am already very interested in her." The king's sister nodded lightly, "Since you You want to surprise me, and you haven't said her name, so I won't ask for now, but after she comes, if she is okay, I can fulfill your wish and recommend her..."

"Believe me, you will never be disappointed." The old painter who has achieved his goal is now feeling happy, "It's not just the painting, the lady herself is also very outstanding, very outstanding! She is God's beloved child!"

"I really hope you are not exaggerating." His benefactor smiled slightly and closed his eyes gently.

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While Charles was still chatting with Baron de Beauvain, his sister Fran also reached a critical moment in her life. I'm afraid none of the current brothers and sisters can predict how critical it is.

She stood at the door of a small room, extremely nervous.

At this moment, her teacher and the royal sister were resting and chatting here, and were waiting for her.

She tried to push the door open several times, but she pulled back every time after putting her hand on the handle. She felt that her blood circulation seemed to be a little faster. She subconsciously looked to the side, but found that her brother had not followed.

She couldn't help but laugh to herself.

She obviously tried to pretend to be calm in front of her brother, but at this moment she couldn't help but panic...

"Miss Treville, what are you waiting for?"

Just when she was still worrying about gains and losses, a cold question came from next to her.

"Ah!" Fran, who was immersed in confusion, was awakened, and then looked back.

Mademoiselle Laura de Beauvin, the daughter of a big banker, was looking at herself.

"I'm just..." Fran lowered her head, "I'm just a little nervous."

To her surprise, Laura did not sneer or blame, but nodded slightly, seeming to understand her mood at the moment.

"It's normal for you to feel nervous now. But I want to remind you that the teacher and the lady have been waiting for you for a long time." She was still expressionless and her tone was very cold, but there seemed to be some concern hidden in it. "Those big shots don't always like to wait for others."

"Do you want to go in too?" Fran asked in a low voice.

"No, the teacher only recommended you. I am just responsible for passing on the message." As if she saw Fran's shame, Laura immediately said, "There is no need to feel uncomfortable. You deserve to enjoy this honor."

Then, Laura urged again, "Hurry up, don't delay any more. After all, what's so scary? It's just a meeting with the king's sister. Her painting is definitely not one-tenth as good as yours."

Yes, there is no time and no retreat.

Fran took a deep breath, then reached out her hand and opened the door gently.

"Teacher, I'm here!" She showed the most perfect and cheerful smile in her life so far.

Even God should be a little moved by this, right?

However, the development of things was not as smooth as she thought, or in other words, it was smoother than expected.

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After seeing Fran come in, Teacher Durenberg smiled and scolded, "Why are you here just now..."

Fran just wanted to answer.

"Bang!"

A loud noise caused the two people's eyes to focus on the other person.

The painting that Fran had worked hard on was thrown to the ground, but no one glanced at the painting on the ground.

Because this lady was staring closely at Fran who had just come in, with her mouth slightly open, as if she had seen some strange person.

Fran was completely confused by this sight. She stood at the door a little confused - this was not what she imagined at all.

For a moment, the two women looked at each other, and no one said anything.

The old painter was the quickest to react, and he quickly asked his benefactor.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you? Is there anything strange?"

The strange silence was finally broken, and the old woman finally had an expression other than shock. She closed her eyes slightly, and then opened them again, as if to confirm that she was not blind.

"God! Are you alive again?" She suddenly sighed softly.

Fran was still a little at a loss, and she looked at her teacher for help.

The old painter couldn't help but asked his benefactor again.

"Madam, do you know her?" He couldn't care less about surprises at this moment, "Have you met Miss Treville before?"

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After hearing the surname "Treville", the old woman finally came to her senses and looked at Fran again.

"Are you Mademoiselle Treville? The daughter of Monsieur Edgar de Treville?"

Fran was very nervous by this sight, but she still nodded.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh God! It turns out it's true!" The old woman sighed again, "She is indeed her daughter! I never thought that one day her daughter would stand in front of me like this!"

The name "she" made Fran forget her reserve and the other person's identity. She looked directly at the other person, her eyes full of questions and excitement.

"Ma'am? Do you know my mother? Can you tell me about her..." she asked timidly.

"What? Don't you know?" The old woman was a little surprised, but she still answered truthfully, "I recognized you the first time I saw you. You are exactly the same as Alice decades ago." Then she sighed. He said, "Your mother is the youngest daughter of the Duke of Nordelien. She often walked around our place when she was a child. At that time, the Bourbon family was in court... Later, I heard that she married the Marquis of Treville. Son, later on, I didn’t expect...ah..."

She sighed softly, then pointed to the seat next to her, "Come, sit next to me, lovely lady."

Fran sat down obediently, and then looked at the lady with a little nervousness and expectation.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know too much about my mother..." Her eyes seemed to be covered with a thin veil, "When she gave birth to me, my mother died due to dystocia... so my grandfather and brother were not here. I mentioned her before me..."

The old hand touched Fran's lubricated cheek, and the old woman's expression was a little sad.

"Yes, she didn't appear in society much after she married Mr. Treville. It wasn't until later that I heard that she died due to dystocia...poor child!" She couldn't help but caress Fran's face again, "You don't seem to know? Don't your mother's natal family have any contact with you? Oh... yes, the Duke Nordlyen family seems to have been opposed to this marriage. Of course, they will not have much contact with your family. …”

She sighed again, "What about your father? How is he doing now?"

Fran lowered her head, looking a little sad.

"I heard my brother mention it once. After his mother passed away, he was very sad. Then one day he left home and left a note saying that he wanted to go out for some fun. Then he never came back... maybe... maybe..."

"Oh God! What a poor child!" The old woman sighed again, and even the old painter next to her who heard about Fran's life experience for the first time couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"If it hadn't been for my birth, my mother would not have died, and my father would still have stayed at home," Fran whispered in a tearful voice, "They would have lived a good life with their grandfather and brother..."

"No, this is not your fault, child, you must not blame yourself. This is God's arrangement." Looking at Fran, who was already crying, the old woman quickly comforted her, "The Lord has arranged all this. Meaning, you must believe in the Lord. You must live a good life to live up to your mother’s sacrifice.”

Then she picked up the picture frame on the carpet and changed the subject.

"I'm really sorry. When I saw you just now, I was so surprised that your painting fell to the ground."

"It's okay." Fran forced a smile, with a tearful smile, which looked so cute and sad at the same time, "You were too surprised for a moment."

"What a beautiful painting!" The old woman looked at the painting carefully again, and then praised it again, "You are indeed amazingly talented. Alice will not be able to help but smile when she sees your painting in heaven... "

"Thank you." Fran thanked her from the bottom of her heart.

"No, this is the praise you deserve." The lady turned to look at Fran, her eyes full of relief and encouragement, "Don't worry, I will definitely support you. You are worthy of everyone's praise."

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Fran didn't know what to say at this moment, she just kept thanking her.

How many people can get such a level of praise from the king's sister? No wonder a young girl would be so excited.

"Cute child." Ms. Adelaide smiled and wiped Fran's face again, inexplicably feeling the breath of youth, "You will become famous, for sure." (To be continued.)