Flowers, Swords and France

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One day in 1864

It's already morning. △￠

The sky was already bright, and the sunlight shone through the glass window into the entire room. The golden light dyed the room with a strange bright color.

The door of this room is a double door decorated with red velvet and gilded nails. The floor is covered with a brocade carpet with very complex patterns. The walls are covered with satin and colorful tapestries. The dark wooden furniture is decorated with Covered in velvet, it looks both majestic and solemn, showing the owner's wealth and extraordinary style.

Although it was already dawn, a middle-aged man was still lying on the bed, sleeping quietly.

This middle-aged man has short blond hair. Although he looks a little tired due to his age and his habit of thinking, he is still handsome. He was wearing thin silk pajamas, and the muscles on his exposed arms and chest were tight and strong, and he had not gained weight. It was obvious that he had received good exercise when he was young. At this time, he closed his eyes tightly and his breathing rhythm was very smooth, as if it was rare to get such a refreshing rest.

All consciousness is constantly wandering between drowsiness and wakefulness, as if it can see something, but also as if it can't see anything.

While he was still sleeping in this comfortable sleep, a slender and white hand suddenly gently placed on his forehead, and then gently shook it.

"Sir? Sir!"

A gentle greeting sounded in his ears, crisp yet gentle.

The middle-aged man still hasn't woken up. He vaguely responded, as if he heard the call. But nothing was heard clearly.

"Sir? Sir!" Seeing that the other party had not responded, the woman couldn't help but increase her strength. "It's already that time. Don't sleep anymore. You still have a lot to do today."

Her efforts finally paid off.

"Um...ah..." the middle-aged man responded vaguely, and then slowly opened his eyes.

His vision slowly regained its focus, and Charles gradually saw the woman in front of him clearly, and then regained his consciousness.

The woman in front of him was standing at the head of the bed, leaning down to look at Charles. Her expression was calm and smiling, and she was obviously in a good mood. She was wearing a white dress cut in the style of a dressing gown because she had just woken up and had not yet dressed up carefully. Revealing a corner of her snow-white chest. The sleeves of the dress are very wide, and her outstretched arms are also covered with a layer of lantern sleeves, decorated with exquisite satin lace, which makes the hands white and translucent.

She doesn't look very young anymore, probably in her thirties, with some undetectable crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. However, this newly revealed mark of time, instead of destroying her original beauty, actually added a bit of mature charm to her. Her light blond hair is very thick, and two hair rings form two wide curves on her forehead. The top is twisted into a high braid, which makes the person look more dignified. The long white neck has a small head, and the expression is rich, while being cautious and calm. There is also a hint of sarcasm akin to cunning and rudeness.

However, perhaps because he was used to seeing this kind of beauty, Ciel was not intoxicated by it.

"Mary. What's wrong?" he blurted out.

Ciel's question made her frown slightly.

"What's wrong? Sir, didn't you ask me to wake you up in the morning? I said that I was going to meet the Russian ambassador at noon. Seeing that you were sleeping so deeply. I even postponed it..." with a kind of expression. With a naughty smile, she complained slightly to Ciel, "But you should get up anyway, it's already this time... If you don't get up, you'll be late."

"Oh, ah!" Charles finally woke up completely. "That's right, I do have these plans today."

Then, he jumped up and sat up from the bed.

"Really, I have to be called every time..." Mary muttered as she took Charles's clothes from the bedside and carefully helped him put them on.

"You can't blame me for this. You spent so much effort on me last night to feed you and fall asleep. Of course you were very tired." Charles teased with a smile as he allowed Mary to help him get dressed. Get up, "Why, when I woke up early the next morning, I forgot about my hard work last night and turned against everyone, kitten?"

She was able to get up so early despite having so much trouble last night. Sure enough, it is always men who suffer in such things... Charles couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Mary blushed at the teasing, and she pinched Charles's back viciously. "Sir, at your age, you should be more serious and stop making such ridiculous jokes. How shameless!"

"Ah, that's true. Is there anything we haven't done that we're not ashamed of?" Her protest had no effect at all. Charles still laughed and teased, "Tell me about it, I'll try it." try."

Before Mary could answer, he suddenly came closer and kissed her white cheek.

For those who don’t know, it is absolutely unimaginable that this slightly lazy and humorous middle-aged man is the current prime minister of the French Empire and the powerful regent, Charles de Treville, Duke of Curzon His Excellency the Duke.

But then again, there are very few people in this country who can and dare to speak to him in this tone, and this woman is one of them.

"You are serious!" Mary's face became even redder, and she quickly helped Charles button the last button, and then wanted to retreat.

However, Ciel still held her waist, and then pulled her into his arms.

Mary's slight struggle was quickly crushed by this arm. However, she didn't really resist, she just wanted to show a little bit of the attitude of refusing to welcome, and to please Ciel even more. Soon, she closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the morning light and Ciel's gentle tenderness.

Charles held Mary in his arms. He caressed her back and then put his lips to her face. They kissed each other gently, and then separated again after a long time.

"Mary. I feel really comfortable today. Thank you." Charles let out a long sigh of relief. "I've been really busy lately. It took a lot of effort to get things done..."

"Yes, it was really not easy for you to slip out from under Madam's nose." Mary smiled teasingly and sarcastically, "I'm glad you were able to have fun. I just don't know if you'll think of me next time. When will it come?"

"Mary, don't be like this. I'm really busy with official work. Besides, it's only a week, so why should I be so resentful?" Charles smiled bitterly, then hugged her again and coaxed her, "You Look, I’m here now when I’m free?”

"Come on, sir, don't lie to me. Don't you men prefer dolls covered with rouge, whale wax and all kinds of weird skin care creams?" Mary frowned slightly. As if blaming Ciel, "I'm already this age now, why do you still care about me? There are so many young and beautiful children trying to get close to you..."

"Hey, don't say that. What do I want a woman like that to do? Just to vent my **? No, I'm not that kind of person." Charles quickly defended, and then hugged Mary tighter. . "We are the only ones who are considerate. I don't look at other women."

"Hmph...you know how to talk sweet words." Mary's tone was still not good. “I just don’t know how many people you would say that to?”

"It's really not much." Charles replied seemingly seriously.

Then, Charles and Mary looked at each other again.

Because of the struggle just now. There was more exposed skin, and it looked so white that it hurt the eyes. Seeing her half-exposed breasts and her eagerness to resist, Ciel's already tired body suddenly started to burn with passion again.

He leaned forward suddenly and pushed Mary onto the bed.

"Ugh!" Mary screamed because of this sudden attack.

What caught her even more off guard was that Charles reached out with one hand to the clothes he had just put on and gently unbuttoned them, while the other hand was placed on her body and untied the back of the dress. Then he kept stroking her back.

What came to her was the man's heavy breathing, and with this breathing, the hot air made the sex slowly burn inside her body, and the heat brought by the hand behind her became even more like burning. Every inch of skin.

"Sir, you...you still have things to do later!" Summoning the last of her sense, she whispered, but in her heart she expected the other party to continue.

She was not disappointed. After hearing this, Charles sped up his movements and ripped off the dress that was in the way.

"Fuck the ambassador! Tell him to keep waiting! I just want you now!" He shouted, then pressed on Mary again, kissed her neck, and kept stroking her with his hands. .

"Hmm... um..." Mary wanted to say something more, but she couldn't say anything anymore. Under Charles's familiar touch, she suddenly seemed to feel a little soft all over her body, and she could only make an unsteady smile. hum.

At this age, coupled with being involved in various important state affairs, he no longer has the energy as before. In addition, many years of experience have made him better understand the fun of this kind of thing, so he gave up Instead of being reckless and just looking out for your own pleasure in the past, we are paying more attention to the adjustment of skills and atmosphere so that the other party can enjoy the same happiness.

Seeing that Mary had slowly entered the state, he gently lifted Mary's legs and placed them on his shoulders. Then he placed his re-expanded sharp weapon back on the vagina covered by sparse hair. place.

The sonata of gasps and groans resounded in the room again.

……………………

It was already afternoon, and under the dim sky, Duke Kirson's carriage drove into the palace under the salute of the guards.

After getting off the carriage, he walked around the palace without any scruples, followed by his entourage, heading towards his destination.

Led by the captain of the bodyguard appointed by himself, Charles walked through the winding corridors of the palace. His current mental state was not particularly good. As he walks, he lowers his head slightly and greets casually anyone who comes close to him - anyone who is nearly forty years old. After a night of chaos last night, it happened again this morning. Obviously they are not in particularly good spirits.

Before coming to the palace for an audience, he also met with the Russian ambassador once. Although it took him one or two hours of precious time, even he himself did not know what he said to the ambassador.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, the so-called diplomatic interview is just some boring nonsense talked by both parties without sincerity and carelessly. It doesn't matter if you don't remember it.

The palace officials and female officials who met him along the way all avoided him and saluted, even if they did not get a response from him, they were not unhappy at all - those who dared to do this back then have already been sent to the royal gardens in various countryside by him. . It is even said that some people disappeared from the world for no reason and were never seen again.

It is precisely for this reason that although he is a middle-aged man with a kind face, he is as scary as a ghost in the hearts of these people, and they are afraid to avoid him.

However, to be honest, he does not come to the palace very often, because there are not many things that need to be solved in the palace - most of them can be solved in his Prime Minister's residence, and there is no need to trouble the young and weak. Her Majesty the Queen.

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After walking for a while. The Duke's footsteps finally stopped in a reception room next to Her Majesty's bedroom.

When he walked into the room, he found that Her Majesty's teacher, Ms. de Dillion, was already waiting there.

She was dressed simply as usual, and she didn't wear any jewelry except for her tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses. But you can always see a kind of detached temperament from ordinary people. Facing the Shire people, she frowned, slightly showing a few fine wrinkles on her forehead. But that fair face with a bookish air is still full of charm.

After meeting Ciel. She looked happy at first, and then immediately regained her composure. He looked at Ciel carefully with seriousness but no indifference.

Only Ciel and a few others could see the deep affection behind this cold gaze.

After lightly nodding to the other party, Duke Kirson raised his hand and made a gesture. The captain of the guard and the maids quickly retreated and closed the door.

"You are later than usual, sir." After everyone had left the room, the lady asked Charles in a gentle and polite tone. "I have to go to grade your homework for Your Majesty tonight, so let's talk quickly."

"I'm sorry for wasting your time," Charles shrugged and complained in a bad tone, "But don't be angry, Matilda, I just talked with the Russian ambassador for a while...these Russians I just don’t understand etiquette, and I don’t see any hint that others want to finish the show early!”

For understandable reasons, Ciel did not intend to reveal the real reason for his delay to the other party.

"It doesn't matter, your official business is more important." Seeing that Charles looked a little tired, Matilda's attitude became more friendly. She slowly stood up and walked to Charles, "So how was your talk with the ambassador? What? Don’t cause any trouble.”

"Oh, don't worry, I just hinted at this guy with my eyes and told him how much I hate him. On the surface, it is absolutely blameless." Charles smiled and waved his hand, "Besides, when there are 600,000 troops Sometimes, it is the easiest thing to say something nice.”

"Charle, don't be like this! Even if you are joking about this kind of thing, you should be more cautious." Matilda shook her head slightly, obviously dissatisfied with Charles's casual attitude, "Now you are the helmsman of the country. , every word and action is of great importance, it is not a good thing to talk about war all the time, but don’t forget the lessons of the two generations of emperors of the empire! "

"Okay, okay, okay, I know, I know." Seeing Matilda enter the admonition mode again, Charles couldn't help but responded, and then suddenly stretched out his hand and held the other person's hand.

This hand is fair and slender, almost transparent because it has been well maintained. There is no ring on it, the fingers are pointed, and the pink nails are in a perfect oval shape.

Charles held the hand tightly, and then gently pulled Matilda to his side.

"There are no problems in the palace recently, right?" he asked in a low voice.

"No, Her Majesty the Queen Mother has been much quieter recently, and no longer gives us so many embarrassing and nerve-wracking things to do..." Matilda lowered her gaze slightly, with a slight hint of dissatisfaction in her tone, "It's just that she My expenses are getting bigger and bigger. I really don’t understand the point of spending so much money on so many clothes and jewelry that I never use..."

Although possessing countless wealth. But Matilda has always lived a frugal life, so it is easy to understand that she can't stand the Queen Mother's lavish spending.

"It's nothing. After all, she is the Queen Mother. You can spend money as long as it doesn't cause us any trouble. Remember, we can afford it anyway." Charles still had a smile on his face, and then his tone became more serious. After a while, "So, where is our lovely Queen?"

"Your Majesty..." Matilda's tone changed somewhat, and she was obviously much more relaxed. "Your Majesty, you're fine. I haven't had any special tendency recently. It's just that I seem to be a little worried recently. I suddenly became less serious in class and didn't listen to what I said several times."

"What's on your mind? What's on your mind?" Charles quickly asked, his tone becoming very serious. "Did anyone say anything to her?"

Obviously, this issue must be taken seriously.

"Does anyone need to tell her anything? She is the emperor..." Matilda shook her head and smiled bitterly, "This child is growing up. Of course, she can understand that her throne is too unworthy..."

"You are not even ten years old yet and you are thinking about being a real emperor?" Charles sneered, "It's more amazing than I thought?"

"I don't think so much, maybe it's just because everyone is too disrespectful to her." Perhaps sensing the ominous meaning in Charles' tone, Matilda immediately defended her. "Charles, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you are too blunt with her. You always scold her, how can she like you? Now she can't do anything to you anyway. Even if you are more respectful on the surface, what's wrong? After all, he is the emperor..."

Although he is the emperor of the empire in name, because he is young and his student. Matilda has never been able to have the kind of respect for the emperor, but has become more close to her.

Being placed in the palace as the Queen's teacher, although she was responsible for the important task of monitoring the palace, Matilda could not help but pour some affection on this child during the years of getting along.

"So what if he is the emperor? Just because he is the emperor, should I bow to this child? No, I have been respectful enough to the emperors, and now I should stand up straight." Charles still sneered, obviously evoked some unpleasant memories, "Besides, if we talk about respect, she should respect me. If it weren't for me, she would not be able to sit on this throne at all! Besides, I am strict with her for her own good. Wouldn't it be better for me to let her be an illiterate who knows nothing? But I still urge her strictly!"

"Children will never understand this." Matilda shook her head gently.

"It doesn't matter if she doesn't understand. I just want her to be respectful, even if it is forced." Charles said coldly, not feeling how inappropriate it was for him, as a "subject", to say such words. "Anyway, the current situation is very good. You continue to watch her and don't let her have any contact with her relatives in exile. Although I am not afraid of them, it is always troublesome to make such a thing happen."

"Well, I know." Matilda nodded gently, indicating that she understood Charles's meaning. "I will keep a close eye on Nanali."

The relationship between teachers and students is one thing, and reality and interests are another. Matilda can make a clear choice.

Due to her own arrangement, her family and the Duke are now closely tied together. Of course, she will not let the Duke of Kerson's power suffer any damage.

Looking at Matilda, who was quite depressed, Charles' face suddenly showed a cheerful smile that did not belong to this age.

"Okay, Matilda, the heavy things have been said. Let's do something happy. I miss you after not seeing you for a few days!"

Then, he suddenly pulled Matilda over and sat on his lap.

Matilda finally realized what was happening and started to struggle violently, but she couldn't get out of his arms. "Sir! Don't mess around, this is in the palace! What if His Majesty finds out!"

"Okay, don't be afraid, Matilda... I'll take care of everything..." Charles breathed softly into Matilda's ear, and then admired her slowly reddening skin, "Close your eyes."

Then he stretched out his hand and slid up along the inside of her skirt.

Matilda's struggle only made his desire more intense.

He kept caressing her until Matilda's resistance became less and less.

Matilda suppressed her moans, but Charles found it more interesting, and always wanted to make her scream louder as a prank.

In this way, the Duke merged with the Emperor's teacher on a chair in the reception room of the palace. (A great event, a cool phone is waiting for you! Follow the official account of Qidian/ (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter dd), and participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow dd’s WeChat official account now!) (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!