Flowers, Swords and France

In the evening breeze, Miss Perriette finally put forward her request to Charles.

This request initially shocked Charles. He did not expect that the other party would throw such a bomb for such a reason.

But if you think about it carefully, this may not be particularly strange.

In this era, Britain is at its peak. Her glory shines on every corner of the world and makes her people deeply proud. Since Miss Perriette is a person who is extremely loyal to the empire, it is normal for her to want to leave a monograph for the empire as a monument to show off the empire.

As a dedicated imperialist, Winston Churchill wrote a book "A Brief History of the English-speaking Countries" for his British motherland in the original history. It is natural that Miss Perriette wants to make a similar monograph.

If a real French person heard her request to consult French historical archives, he would probably be heartbroken, especially the Bonapartists who had deep feelings for the emperor. However, although Charles was a nominal Bonapartist and even one of their leaders, he did not have that kind of obsessive worship of the emperor, nor did he have that kind of unforgettable sadness for the defeat at Waterloo and the destruction of the empire. Therefore, most people could not agree to it calmly, but he could. He even thought that it would be a bit of a bargain for himself if he was let off like this.

The request to write a preface for this monograph did cause him some trouble. After all, some people in the French public opinion and government might attack him for not being patriotic enough. But he didn't care. Anyway, he could use the reason of "taking into account the overall situation of the relationship between Britain and France" to endorse his actions - after all, it was just a small matter.

However, although he was careless, Miss Perriette was very happy.

"That's great, thank you!" She smiled, "I can assure you that my collaborators and I will complete this masterpiece with the most rigorous and serious attitude, and will never disgrace your name on it."

"I hope so..." Charles just smiled bitterly, "Then you have nothing else to say now?"

"No." Miss Perriette looked at him with a smile, then raised her head slightly, "But shouldn't you do more? Otherwise, we all came here in vain, right?"

"Okay, everything is as you wish." Charles lowered his head and kissed her lips, and the two of them kissed like this.

For him, this kiss did not contain any desire, but instead became a proof of friendship, and the other party seemed to feel the same way.

After a long time, the two separated their lips.

"Well, goodbye." Charles bowed slightly.

"Goodbye, Charles," Miss Perriette also nodded, "I really hope that we don't have to face each other..." Perhaps she also felt that this was a bit naive, so she added, "- at least that day won't come too soon."

"I hope so too." Charles turned and left.

Miss Perriette did not move, but stood there, holding a lantern in one hand and waving to Charles with the other. Because the two were getting farther and farther away, in the end, Charles seemed to melt into the darkness in her eyes. When she could no longer see his back, she turned and walked towards where she lived.

When Charles returned to his residence, his cousin Philippe was also resting. Then he heard the noise and ran over, and looked at Charles in disbelief.

"Charles, you're back now?" He was dumbfounded, as if it was difficult to understand, "Didn't you see the lady?"

"I saw it." Charles answered. "We talked for a long time."

"So... you just came back like this?" Philip felt more and more incredible, "On such a romantic night, you didn't do anything?"

"Things are not that easy to do." Charles was a little impatient, "Philip, do you know who she is?"

"Isn't she just a lovely admirer? What else can she be?" Philip didn't quite understand.

"I don't know if she is my admirer, but at least she didn't meet me to admire me." Charles sneered, making Philip feel a little creepy, "Philip, she is a British and serves the British government."

"What?!" Philip was finally shocked, "Is this true?"

Charles sneered and nodded.

"This is...what's going on?" Philip's face suddenly turned pale. Although he couldn't believe it, he also knew that his brother-in-law didn't need to deceive himself on this issue.

After the shock, fear followed. He was afraid that Charles would put him in a different category because of this omission. He had already lost a lot of points because of the setback in the countryside, which almost ruined his future. He finally climbed up again with the help of his brother-in-law. If he was suspected because of such a thing, it would be a disaster.

His face became very ugly, and his lips trembled slightly, "Charles... I really didn't know her before, and I never told her anything..."

"I'm not worried that you can leak any secrets to her. If you know something, how can she not know it?" Charles didn't intend to scare Philip, but just let it go with a little sarcasm, "Okay, I will hide this matter, and won't let anyone implicate you. Don't have any contact with her anymore..."

"I will! Don't worry, I will never meet this woman again!" Seeing that Charles did not doubt him, and did not even blame him for his negligence, Philip was overjoyed and immediately promised Charles, "I will not listen to every word she said!"

"That's good." Seeing that the other party had learned his lesson, Charles did not want to pester him anymore, "Well, I'm going to rest, you go back and rest too."

"Okay, good night, Charles." Philip smiled at Charles almost flatteringly, "Goodbye."

He was actually very curious now, wanting to know what Charles talked about with that woman, and why he knew that this woman was a British spy, but he could see that Charles had no intention of revealing anything, so he did not dare to ask, and could only bury this curiosity in his heart.

When he turned to leave, Charles suddenly added another sentence.

"Don't say anything to Charlotte!"

"Okay, Charles, don't you know who I am?" Philip immediately agreed to Charles, he didn't understand Charles' true meaning at all.

After Philip disappeared, Charles still frowned, as serious as before, as if thinking about some major issues.

He didn't expect that what Charlotte did in the UK was already known to the British, which made him very passive - fortunately, the British may not really have the intention to bring it out now, and all this can still be buried under the water.

After thinking about it, he decided to hide this matter from Charlotte - anyway, it has happened, and it is meaningless to bother Charlotte with it, which will only add to the trouble.

Although Charlotte did such a thing arbitrarily without asking him, Charlotte is his wife, and he feels that he has an obligation to take responsibility for any of Charlotte's actions. Besides, Charlotte is pregnant now, what reason is there to use such bad news to hit her?

However, although it must be concealed from Charlotte, it must be reminded to another person.

He didn't know how much the British had figured out, but they must have already grasped some clues about Agnes. If Agnes was found by the British again, and they finally knew Agnes's identity, they might discover the shocking news inside the Treville family.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

That's not something that can be settled with a small exchange condition...

Charles couldn't help but have a headache when he thought of this.

Then, he subconsciously wanted to write a letter to Agnes to alert her and ask her to be careful in the future - not only for him but also for herself.

But he was immediately stunned. How should he write to Agnes now?

Ever since Agnes gave Fran a good lesson that day, she left directly and has disappeared now. God knows where she is now...

He couldn't help but sigh.

There was no point in having a headache now. He could only bend over the desk again and write another letter, asking his subordinates to secretly help find Agnes, hoping to find his aunt as soon as possible and tell her about it anyway.

After writing the letter, he looked up and looked out the window. It was already late at night, and it was pitch black everywhere. Only the lonely waning moon in the sky could still bring a little light.

It was time to say goodbye and leave.

Although the air in Fontainebleau was very good, the living conditions were excellent, and the scenery was beautiful, it was only a place for entertainment after all. He came here just for the emperor's call and to eliminate his previous fatigue.

But now, he had rested enough, he had recovered his energy, and could devote himself to the journey at any time.

He was originally a busy minister. Since he had been here for so long, no one could blame him for saying goodbye now.

He opened the letter he had just received today, and then his familiar and beautiful handwriting was revealed in front of him in detail.

In the quiet night, Charles read quietly.

Mr. Louis Pasteur has come to Paris and agreed to his conditions and promised to serve him; the arrangements for those industrialists are also going smoothly.

It seems that she has done a good job, as expected.

She is worthy of being my sister, and she has lived up to my trust.

The good news in the letter slightly diluted Charles's uneasiness.

No matter what is ahead, at least until now, the things in his hands are getting more and more, his power is growing day by day, and the career he wants to achieve is also showing a little light, these are his confidence.

With so many people serving me, why should I worry about anything?

"Everything goes well, I hope these can make you have a good dream, sir." He read to the end of the letter and saw this sentence.

"Thank you." He smiled and nodded to the void in front of him. (~^~)