Flowers, Swords and France

In a secret room in the mansion, Marshal Treville and Charles gave instructions to Lucien and Alex, and then used coercion and inducement to confirm the fact with them again - now everyone is prosperous and prosperous. We are all comrades who will suffer losses. From now on, everyone must unite sincerely. Only in this way can we move forward safely in the storm.

Marshal Treville knew that he was old and decrepit and might not live for a few more years, so he would rather spend his last energy to find a better ending for his grandson.

Regardless of whether they were willing or hesitant, Lucien and Alex finally agreed to the old man's request.

In the silence, everyone understood that now is an unusual moment. Not only will the empire face some kind of huge test, but this group of people may also face a huge test in the future - maybe even some time in the future. At this moment, I have to go against His Majesty the Emperor.

After a while, this slightly dull atmosphere was broken by Marshal Treville.

"Okay, everyone, relax a little. Nothing has happened yet. Why are you so anxious?" The old man smiled, and the heaviness just now was gone. "You are all young people in the prime of life. There are still many decades to come, and you will have the opportunity to do anything. Who can show you such a sad face? Okay, just remember what I said just now. That’s enough, cheer me up now!”

"Yes, everything that needs to be said today has been said. Let's not stay here any longer, so as not to arouse some people's suspicions." Charles also smiled and motioned for everyone to leave first, "Let's go back first. Today We can enjoy fine wine and cheers in the evening. If anyone needs it, you can stay overnight in a hotel outside. I can provide someone to accompany you..."

"No, no, no..." The two men also rejected Ciel's proposal with strange expressions on their faces, although they had different reasons.

Ciel had known how they would react, so he just shrugged and led the way out of the room.

When Charles returned to the hall, the atmosphere was still as warm as before, but everyone seemed to have forgotten that it was Miss Treville's birthday party. Instead, they gathered in twos and threes to talk and enjoy the wine.

Because of what he was thinking about, Charles subconsciously looked for his sister as soon as he returned to the hall, but because of the crowd of people, he couldn't find her for a while.

"Ciel..."

At this time, Charles heard a greeting from the side.

The voice was very familiar to Charles. It was none other than his good friend Albert de Foa Grail.

"Huh?" Charles turned to look at him.

"You...have you finally found it?" Albert asked a rather strange question.

"What's wrong? What do you mean?" Charles frowned, "Are you hiding it when you talk to me now? Just tell me!"

"It's not that I dare not say it, I just don't know how to say it..." Albert frowned, then lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, and finally seemed to find the right words, "Charles, you finally gave it to your sister Have you found a brother-in-law?”

"Huh?" Charles was still confused.

"That's what I mean..." Albert moved closer to Charles, then pointed to a corner next to him, "Are you planning to marry your sister to that Lieutenant Bonaparte?"

"Albert, you shouldn't make such a joke with me." Charles opened his eyes wide, and then he immediately shook his head, denying the other party's suspicion.

"Then take a look..." Albert spread his hands helplessly.

Charles followed Albert's finger and then looked over.

He found his sister's figure, and the burly young officer Jérôme Bonaparte in military uniform was standing next to her. His face was red, as if he was shy and excited, and he was very coy. He looked at Fran with very eager eyes and nodded frequently, as if he was willing to admit the correctness of whatever she said.

It’s no wonder that Albert thinks so. He is like an innocent young man who has fallen in love but doesn’t know how to win the other person’s favor. Considering that he returned to France through Charles’s efforts, Albert guessed It is quite normal for Ciel to want to marry the royal family.

But Ciel had no such considerations at all.

"Damn it." Charles stared at the young man in the corner with wide eyes, and then cursed under his breath.

"What?" Albert didn't hear clearly.

"Go to ****!" Seeing this scene, Charles cursed a rare curse in his life. "This is hell!"

"Hey, please keep your voice down!" Albert quickly grabbed Charles to prevent him from losing his grace on such an occasion. "Don't be angry!"

"Why can't I be angry? I brought him back to France. I won him the right to use the surname Bonaparte. I allowed him to develop in the army... Even if he is not grateful, he should at least know that he has a request. Is that what he did to me? "Go to hell!" Although he tried hard to suppress his anger, he was obviously very angry. Excited, "Don't even think about it!"

"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean, don't get excited..." Albert couldn't help laughing, "That's strange, you don't have to be so angry even if you don't want to. A charming girl like your sister, It’s only natural to have a few suitors, right?”

"That's not the problem." Charles interrupted, "No matter what, he shouldn't retaliate for kindness."

"How can this be called repaying kindness with vengeance?" Albert asked strangely, "Did you order him not to approach her?"

"Not now, but there will be in the future." Charles finally regained some sense and did not go over and angrily scold this ungrateful boy.

Tonight was a happy day for everyone, and he didn't want to disturb the atmosphere. Besides, there was no need for him to get angry and lose his grace on such an occasion.

"It's really strange. She is already quite old, so why are you still reacting so strongly?" Albert handed Charles a glass of wine unhurriedly, "Jerome Bonaparte, he is The grandson of Prince Jérôme Bonaparte—of course a grandson that he would never admit publicly. But it's really strange. His grandfather and uncle are both standard prodigal sons, but this young man doesn't seem to have inherited this. What's the point? He looks dumbfounded."

"Perhaps the storm in the American wilderness has blown away his little sense." Charles commented rather harshly.

"But isn't this a good thing? It shows that he is simple and not like playboys like us." Albert said some good things to the young man, "I think he may be more worthy than those who talk nonsense. trust?"

"This is another question. You don't need to say good things to him." Charles immediately rejected him.

"Well, you are the one who makes the decision on this matter. Originally, I thought you would acquiesce... Now it seems I was wrong." Albert shrugged, "But I am curious, and you are not satisfied with this. , are you really planning to find an opportunity to marry her to the king of a certain country? "

"She should make the decision on her own. I'm not going to stop her." Charles took the glass and drank it down in one gulp. "I have no intention of using her as a bargain."

"Then you shouldn't be so angry?" Albert looked even more puzzled, "You have to start a relationship with others on your own, right? It's a good thing that she's getting in touch with some suitors now, it's better than..."

At this point, he couldn't go on because he found that Ciel was looking at him with a horrifying look, as if he was about to get angry at him.

"Okay. I'll do as you say." Albert shrugged again. "Char, you know, you just looked like a father who doesn't want his daughter to be deceived. It's so similar!"

From Albert's point of view, Charles's reaction was somewhat incomprehensible. He seemed to be really not interested in finding a husband for his sister at all, and he did not even allow suitors to get close to her.

Ciel made no reply.

"Hey... I still remember how she looked when I first met her," Albert suddenly sighed, and then poured himself another glass of wine. "At that time, she was cute, innocent, and full of protection. I want to touch her head, now she is even more beautiful!"

Charles looked at him strangely, because he suddenly thought of the fact that Albert was a famous libertine. .

"Don't look at me like that!" Albert stepped back uncomfortably, "Okay, I admit, I had some thoughts when I was a boy, but I liked that lady more and can't forget it. And I She also thinks that I might... not be worthy of her, because I have no property and am just a second son. Besides, for a person like me, It's so easy to change my mind. If I do something like this again, how can I explain it to you? So for her, in order to prevent our friendship from breaking up, I restrained my thoughts and chose to bless her silently, hoping that she could Find a good home... Haha, who would have thought that we have everything today..."

"You never told me about this." Charles was almost stunned in surprise.

"What's the point of saying it? To make you angry? Well, don't worry, as of today I no longer have this idea. I just hope she can live a better life." Albert said with a wry smile, "Besides, she knows that I As a human being, it’s impossible for him to like me.”

"I thank you on her behalf." After hearing Albert's explanation, Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

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Seeing Charles's relieved look, Albert couldn't help but smile inwardly.

Although it is not surprising that Charles opposed Jerome Bonaparte as his sister's marriage partner, judging from Jérôme Bonaparte's current unstable position, the magnitude of Charles's reaction exceeded his expectations. ——As I said just now, it’s as if he doesn’t want his daughter to leave his father.

Even...much more intense than this. At least the average brother would never react like this.

While Albert drank wine calmly, he looked at his friend with the corner of his eye. He was looking over there all the time now, angry and nervous, worried about gains and losses, not like his usual self at all.

Could it be...

This situation made a slightly shocking thought flash through his mind, a terrifying conjecture.

No way?

But judging from all the signs, it seems to be true.

Oh my god...if it were true, this would be really scary.

Albert wanted to deny this conjecture, but the idea in his heart could not be shaken off.

Because, only if it was explained by that conjecture, could it all make sense.

This... this is true.

Sweat beads appeared on Albert's forehead.

He always felt that, deep down, this friend who had always been calm and cunning was a little crazier than him. If this conjecture was true, then his idea seemed to be extremely correct.

He might really do something shocking.

While thinking, his eyes were inadvertently placed on the sister.

At this time, because the temperature in the hall was much higher than outside, she had taken off her thick coat, revealing the gray skirt inside. Her figure was set off by the bumps and curves, and her golden hair shone in the light. Combined with her delicate features and blue eyes, she was so beautiful that people admired her.

However, Albert saw more than just that. When he looked at Fran today, he seemed to see a phantom from before.

At that time, he came to Charles's house for the first time. He was only a teenager at that time, a young man who didn't know fear but only knew how to pursue happiness.

That day, under the setting sun, the child in a white dress, who was only ten years old, walked in front of him and said to him timidly.

"Hello!"

Then she hid behind Charles.

It was just this short moment that she left an indelible impression on Albert.

Her delicate face and shy look, coupled with her lovely voice, were like an angel descending to the world. Although he didn't quite understand what beauty was at that time, the boy's intuitive feelings were much more impressive.

He was shocked indescribably at that time, and he couldn't forget it even ten years later.

How cute she was at that time!

But how much of her appearance back then can be seen now?

Ten years later, the angel has disappeared, and now what remains in the world is a very attractive beauty, charming and charming, who knows the elegance of social occasions, but that's all. She no longer has that innocence and the kind of shocking feeling that makes people excited - or rather, she has learned to hide it and give it to someone.

Although it's a pity, people will grow up after all, after all, they are not real angels.

If the conjecture comes true...

Then it can only come true. Albert thought.

What can stop this brother and sister? (~^~)