Flowers, Swords and France

As the dark clouds gradually dispersed, the continuous rain for many days finally ended.

The golden sunshine in winter falls on the earth. Although it cannot bring much warmth to the world, the blue and clear sky can make people feel refreshed.

On the balcony on the second floor of Charles's mansion, Fran sat on a white willow chair, bathed in the warm sunshine, and quietly looked at the scenery in front of her. On the table in front of her was a stack of A sketchbook and a steaming cup of coffee.

On the ground below her sight, there was a building surrounded by glass, which exuded dazzling brilliance under the sunlight, and the inside of the glass was also colorful - a large cluster of flowers was blooming in this greenhouse, competing for beauty and beauty. Use this to catch her eye.

This greenhouse was built in the garden by Charles and Charlotte after they moved into the mansion. In order to decorate their new home and as a hobby, they spent a lot of effort to renovate this greenhouse. , not only personally supervised the construction and participated in the design, but also intentionally introduced various precious flower seeds from all over the world and planted them here.

The late winter season is so lonely, but in the greenhouse of this garden, you can't feel the desolation at all, but it is full of vitality.

Although it is already a cold day, the sun is shining warmly and the wind is blowing softly. Although the rose flowers in the greenhouse are a bit inferior because there is no ice and snow, the calla lilies are still blooming. It is warm and delicate, and several rare roses and roses also show their charm without hesitation.

Fran quietly admired the scenery inside the greenhouse, and for a moment she was a little dizzy.

And just in her sight, there were several figures dancing around - the hostess Charlotte here was walking through the greenhouse with her son Clovis.

Clovis is just one year old now and has learned to walk, but he still stumbles a bit, bumping into the branches of nearby flowers from time to time. His staggering appearance, and his babbling shouts from time to time, combined with his delicate The facial features and eyes look so cute.

Although he broke many branches, some of which were even expensive flowers that Charlotte spent a lot of effort to get, Charlotte was not angry at all. She just reminded him next to him and laughed at his clumsy appearance. laughing out loud.

The maids next to her, perhaps in order to please the mistress, or perhaps also sincerely happy about this, laughed with Charlotte, adding a bit more lively air to the greenhouse.

Fran was fascinated by this happy scene between mother and son. She also had mixed feelings in her heart. She was happy that the Treville family had a descendant, but at the same time, she flashed a hint of sadness. of jealousy.

It would be great if I also had a child. I'm not greedy. Even if I only have one, it would be great. God, help me... She felt sour and quickly picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip for herself.

At this time, Charles happened to come over and saw this scene.

"What's wrong, are you feeling uncomfortable?" He walked up to his sister and asked with concern.

"No...it's nothing..." Fran shook her head, "The weather is very good today."

"Sure enough, I'm still a little tired." Charles smiled and patted her shoulder, "You'd better take a rest. I'm not in a hurry. You can take your time and don't work yourself too hard."

"Thank you..." Fran's face turned slightly red, and then she put down the cup in her hand.

Then, she took out a few pages of manuscripts on the table and handed them to Charles, "This is the manuscript I translated this morning. You can take it and read it. If there is anything you don't understand, tell me!"

Not long ago, Fran just returned from Petersburg. Count Bezukhov spent a lot of effort to collect a large amount of intelligence and documents about Russia's military, political and diplomatic aspects. In order to bring these documents safely back to France, Fran Lan did a little trick.

She first asked Count Bezukhov and Andrei Bezukhov to translate these manuscripts into French, and then she used painting to put all the words on the pictures-that is, the ones placed on this table These sketches.

If she hadn't specifically told it, it would be difficult for anyone to figure out that these seemingly colorful patterns could actually be an article.

Since she returned to France, in order to allow her to translate all these documents and to reward her for her contribution, Charles allowed her to live in his home during this period.

So Fran has been in the mansion during this period, translating these manuscripts, and living with her brother and sister-in-law.

Charlotte was not particularly satisfied with her sudden move in, but Charles had always insisted on solving the problem in this confidential way. In addition, Marshal Treville also sent a message, so she had no way to say anything. If she objected, she could only pretend to be generous and agree to her husband's request.

Fran smiled slightly. "There isn't much left now. According to the recent speed, I can complete this work in a day or two."

"Thank you." Charles thanked her while receiving the document she translated, and then reviewed it casually, "You have really worked hard during this time!"

"It's okay, this is what I should do." Then, she turned back and looked at the mother and son happily in the greenhouse again, and then sighed softly. "When I finish things, it will be time to go back..."

"No, if you want to stay here, you can continue to live here." Because he heard that his sister's mood was not right, Charles immediately comforted her, "We have no shortage of rooms for you to stay here."

"But what's the point of continuing to stay? After all, you are an outsider... This is your home." Fran shook her head, "You have such a lovely child. You should really spend more time with him. ”

"He's just a naughty boy, nothing to worry about." Charles replied with a smile, but his face was full of contentment.

"I want a child like this...even one!" Fran's breathing suddenly became rapid, and then she suddenly turned around and stared at Charles, "We...Sir, didn't you say you wanted to give me a reward? I just want This reward.”

"Huh..." Ciel opened his eyes wide and seemed very surprised.

"Did I say something wrong? Charlotte can have a family, why can't I? Only with children can people have a family, right?" Fran continued to ask, and then simply hugged him, "Sir, we Don’t hesitate, is there anything else we should be concerned about?”

Although she knew that her current appearance was a little strange, she had been looking at the happy faces of Charlotte and her son for the past few days, and the envy in her heart had reached its peak, and she could no longer care about these things.

However, Charles was frightened out of his wits by his sister's actions. He quickly looked around and felt relieved until he was sure that no one around him, including Charlotte downstairs, had noticed the scene on the balcony.

"Hey... don't do this! We can't do this here!" He hurriedly grabbed Fran's shoulders, and then pushed her out of his arms little by little, "Girl, wake up!"

"I'm sorry, sir... I lost my temper." Fran finally woke up at this time, and then she couldn't help covering her face with her hands, almost crying, "I just... I'm just too envious, really, sir, I also want to have a child soon! Why can’t we get such happiness?”

"I'm sorry, but please wait a little longer..." Charles felt a little soft-hearted, but he could only comfort him with gentle words. “We still have so much to do right now.”

"Yes, I know..." Fran finally put down her hands, and then showed a half-bitter, half-sweet smile, "At least we are going in the right direction."

"Let's go down and play with them. It's time for you to rest." After hesitating for a moment, Ciel decided to change the subject.

Soon, the brother and sister went downstairs together and walked into the greenhouse.

As soon as he saw his aunt, Clovis ran over excitedly, and then hugged Fran's leg - strangely enough, although there were not many opportunities to meet, this child had a very good impression of Fran. He is also very affectionate, maybe this is the function of blood.

Fran also liked her nephew very much and hugged him directly, then kissed his forehead, making him giggle. However, Charles did not have such good luck. His son was unfamiliar with him, so he had to be embarrassed. The ground acts as a foil.

"How is her work?" While Fran was still teasing her nephew, Charlotte leaned next to her husband and asked in a low voice.

"It went very smoothly. It's almost done." Charles replied casually.

"Well, let her go back when everything is finished." Charlotte said without doubt.

"Why? It's rare for her to come as a guest...and she has a lot of fun." Charles shook his head, "We shouldn't spoil her fun."

"She is happy, but our normal life rhythm has been disrupted by her. Do you really like this feeling of being watched all day long?" Charlotte turned back to her husband, "Besides, I can't Do you entertain guests every day?”

"She is not a guest, she is our close relative." Charles emphasized to her.

"She is our closest relative, but she is still a guest." Charlotte refused to give in. "Charle, you have to understand that she and we are already different families, and she has her own home! We take care of her Yes, but we shouldn’t affect our lives for her.”

"I don't understand why you are doing this." Charles was a little unhappy.

"I think you understand very well, you just don't want to understand." Charlotte replied with a sneer, "Or are you actually very happy about this? We are happily staying by the fireplace, flattering you and pleasing you? You must be very satisfied, right?" "

... Ciel didn't answer because he wanted to say "yes" and he knew he could never say "yes".

"... Maybe you are very happy about this, but I have to say, it makes me sick to my stomach!" Charlotte glanced at him, "She and I can't sit together. You should know that during this period we pretended to be friendly and had nothing to do with each other. How hard it is. Let me tell you, she may not want to stay with me for long..."

Considering that Fran also said she wanted to leave just now, Ciel no longer knew what to say.

While he was still worried about this, a trusted servant walked up to Charles and reported something to him - the personal servant of Baron de Beauvain was visiting.

Ciel was a little confused at first, and then his face suddenly turned pale.

Because he thought of something very important.

"Sorry, Charlotte, you guys can play here for a while..." He managed to calm down, and then said to Charlotte with a smile, "I'll leave first."

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Although she felt strange about Charles's expression, Charlotte knew that her husband and the baron had many shameful cooperations, so she didn't take it seriously and allowed her husband to leave.

After he left, the flowers that were originally blooming in the greenhouse and the sunlight that was falling were suddenly cast by some invisible shadow, and a depressing atmosphere suddenly filled the entire space.

Fran was still teasing her nephew in her arms with a smile on her face, but something seemed to be missing.

Charlotte, on the other hand, simply stopped maintaining her original smile and reached out directly to take back her child.

"Okay, why are you pretending when everyone is gone? In fact, you really hate it, you hate that I have a child..."

"I don't like you, but this has nothing to do with the child." Fran handed back the Clovis in her hand, and then waved to him gently, making him giggle again. "He is my brother's son, how could I hate him? This is the heir to our family."

"If you really like children so much, why don't you give birth to one yourself?" Charlotte couldn't help but beat her off, "You can get married early and choose whoever you want. It's good for everyone, isn't it? We I can pay you a large dowry."

"You don't need to worry about this matter. I will figure it out myself." Fran replied coldly, "You should think more about yourself... You have gained a lot of weight recently. It would be so pitiful if you lost your shape. !”

"You!" Charlotte's brows stood up in anger, and she was almost furious.

When she was young, Charlotte was proud of her slim figure, but recently due to childbirth, her waistline has increased a lot, but it is not related to obesity, it can only be said to be a little plump - the bust is also A lot more.

But with such a sensitive topic, how could Charlotte not be angry.

"You are still so mean after so many years. You just have such a mouth." Finally she suppressed her anger and sneered, "But now I have everything, what do you have?"

This question also hurt Fran, and she looked at Charlotte with hatred. "Do you think you defeated me on your own?!"

The two people just stared at each other, neither of them willing to give in.

The maids next to her were already trembling with fear, but they didn't dare to say anything to smooth things over. Both the madam and the young lady were members of the Treville family, so no one dared to interrupt and get themselves into trouble.

"Let's go play tennis. Don't waste time here." Charlotte finally picked up the hostess's respect and waved her hand, "I want to tell you, I can beat you, In every aspect.”

"I would like to give you such a chance, but..." Fran cast a mocking glance at Charlotte's waist again, "Are you still able to move now? I don't want to take advantage of others' danger..."

Charlotte was extremely angry in her heart, but she didn't have another attack on the surface. She had long known that this sister-in-law was so mean and venomous.

"Although I want to beat you to death, but now you are a guest, so I will treat you as a guest." Finally, she turned around and left, "I will see how arrogant you can be after losing."

While Charlotte and Fran were taunting each other, Charles came to the reception room nervously and found the personal servant of Baron de Beauvin.

This manservant has been a close confidant of the Baron for many years, so he knows many secrets - he is also intelligent enough to know that he must keep these secrets secret, so when he asked to see Charles, he did not reveal a word of his purpose to others.

"What happened?" Charles asked in a low voice when he saw him.

The manservant bowed respectfully to Charles, then walked to Charles and whispered.

Charlotte was stunned immediately.

Laura went into labor.

She has recently reached her due date, and the doctor has been taking care of her. She felt unwell at noon today, and then she began to struggle to give birth. Now a large group of doctors are on standby at the mansion of Baron de Beauvin to treat this Princess Rikanicht worked hard to successfully give birth to her child.

In other words, if nothing else happens, he will become the father of another child.

"Oh my God." Charles was stunned.

During this period of time, perhaps because of subconscious avoidance, he had never thought about it, but now, it was inevitable because the child was about to be born.

He subconsciously looked back. Although he couldn't see the two people, he still had a very strange feeling.

What have I done?

"The carriage is still waiting outside. Sir, do you want to go back with me now?" the manservant asked in a low voice next to Charles.

It can be seen that he, or Baron de Beauvain, really hopes that he will be present when the child is born.

In essence, Charles has no such obligation because the child is not legally his child.

But...he didn't hesitate and nodded immediately. This was his bloodline after all, although it was never planned.

"Okay, let's go quickly, hope everything is in time."

"Okay, sir, please come with me." The manservant looked very happy and nodded, then turned and left.

And Charles didn't care about making any further preparations. He just took a coat from the side and ran towards the stables of the mansion after him.

Just as the Treville cousins ​​began to compete with tennis, Charles set out again to the Baron de Bovan's house to welcome the birth of another child. (~^~)