Flowers, Swords and France

As the winter beast advances southward step by step, the winter wind begins to wreak havoc in every corner of the earth. 20 Frost begins to appear every morning, and the trees that originally decorated the cities have begun to wither and wither. , bleak in the cold wind.

In the biting cold wind of winter, Fran followed Andrei Bezukhov and returned to France, where they had been away for more than a month. Taking advantage of the fact that the sea outside Petersburg Harbor had not yet frozen, they took the The ship left Petersburg and docked at the Port of Calais. After she got off the ship with her close friend Mary, she immediately boarded the carriage that had been prepared for her and returned to Paris all the way.

Although she had made a big splash in the Petersburg social world, she did not cause much trouble when she came back. The social world did not cast much attention on Miss Treville, who was accustomed to living in seclusion.

But for Ciel, this was a great joy.

Although Count Bezukhov and his family had promised him many times that they would never cause any trouble and that his sister's safety would never be affected, after she left, Charles couldn't help but feel a little worried for her - even though He also knew that the worst result would be that Miss Treville would be deported. Anyway, nobles always have some privileges in this era.

Besides, to be honest, he missed her a lot.

After receiving the definite news that she had returned home, Charles immediately sent someone to invite her. At the same time, he also invited a group of guests to his home to reward his sister's efforts with everyone's joy.

Winter nights always come very early. It's only around five o'clock in the afternoon. The sky has already started to get darker, the temperature has gradually become colder, and the pedestrians in the streets and alleys have begun to become very sparse. And this also made it convenient for the people summoned by Ciel to come.

Just when the sky began to completely fall into darkness, the old Marshal Treville took his granddaughter to Charles's mansion in a carriage.

As soon as they got out of the car, they were personally received by Ciel.

After chatting with Marshal Treville, Charles immediately walked to Fran's side.

Because the temperature was very low, she was wrapped in a very thick sea otter skin robe today, and she shrank a little. But when she saw Ciel, her eyes were shining, and even the winter night couldn't kill it. Get rid of the passion.

"Sir... I'm back. Good evening." She wanted to say hello to him in as calm a tone as possible, but she couldn't suppress the joy in her heart.

Under Ciel's gaze, her black clothes blended into the night, making her snow-white face even fairer. Most of her golden hair was hidden in the hat, with only the ends of her hair faintly visible. The dark blue eyes turned dark purple under the influence of the night, adding a bit of mystery, like an elf who mistakenly entered the world.

It has indeed grown up.

"It's really hard, girl." Charles couldn't help but stretched out his hand and scratched her face.

"No, I didn't feel hard, I enjoyed it." Fran shook her head seriously, "I'm glad that I didn't live up to your trust. Therefore, I feel qualified...qualified to ask you to give me the gift in the future. I have more trust.”

"Fuck this mission! Just come back." Ciel couldn't help but stretched out his hand and hugged her shoulders. "However, I still want to thank you. You have proven that you can be my helper."

"That's great." Fran almost cried with joy.

However, at this moment, a moderate "cough" sound suddenly came from the side, preventing the brother and sister from further intimacy in public.

Charles looked at his grandfather who was silent but obviously dissatisfied next to him awkwardly, then let go of his hand, and then nodded towards Fran. "It's cold outside. Let's not waste time here. Come on, come in with me."

"Well, okay." Fran also smiled awkwardly, and then took her grandfather's hand.

Then, Charles turned around and took his grandfather and sister into the main entrance supported by marble columns, and then entered the mansion.

"Why are there so many people here today?" Fran looked aside strangely. She found that Charles had invited many guests, which was completely different from the scene she had originally expected to spend some time alone with her brother.

"Because I asked them here specifically. They want to celebrate your birthday." Ciel replied with a smile.

What, today is my birthday?

Fran was stunned for a moment, and then she figured it out after a while.

Yes, today is indeed my birthday.

If it were in the past, she would be happy about this because her grandfather and brother would give her gifts, but now she is not happy about it at all - because she already knows that this "birthday" may not be hers.

God knows what month and day it was when Princess Kadiyang gave birth to her child?

"...This may not be a day worth celebrating for me." She said with a hint of sadness.

"Silly girl!" Charles quickly understood what she was thinking, and couldn't help scolding her, "What matters is not who you are originally, but who you want to become!"

Then he glanced at Marshal Treville beside him.

"Child, don't dwell on those things anymore." The old man also sighed, "The past is over after all. It's better for us to forget them all, and not let them still haunt us in the shadows and affect our current lives - after all, we can't change the past."

"I hope so." Fran lowered her head first, then immediately raised her head with a smile, "I will try to be happy."

At this moment, they also came to the hall together, and immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

The old man in a military uniform, with white hair and beard but still majestic, and the handsome young man in casual clothes with medals on his chest, and the young woman with amazing beauty, when the three members of the Treville family walked together, it was just like the scene in the portrait.

And around these three people, huge power and amazing wealth also accompanied them, making them have a layer of dazzling brilliance.

Seeing this scene, how many people can imagine that only five years ago, their family was just living in embarrassment?

The changes in the world are more drastic than this.

Because they supported each other in difficult times, they had more affection for each other than ordinary noble families. Even now that they were powerful, their mutual care and love had not diminished.

Seeing this scene, even Charlotte, who was always proud, secretly felt an inexplicable jealousy when she saw them.

She hid this bitterness in her heart well, and then greeted him with a smile, first giving Marshal Treville a hug.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you Charlotte." The old man smiled and hugged her, then whispered in her ear intimately, "Are you feeling better now? I'm waiting for you to give me another great-grandson."

"You're always so frivolous when you come." Charlotte complained to him with a smile, then walked in front of Fran and stretched out her hand.

"Miss Treville, you have worked so hard recently. Happy birthday to you."

Charlotte's etiquette was flawless, but she was not as enthusiastic as she was in front of the old man, but Fran was the same.

"Thank you." She just thanked her briefly and hugged her calmly.

Soon, the four members of the Treville family came to the center of the hall, and when the hosts gathered, it also meant that this small banquet officially began.

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

Because of the special atmosphere today, Charles was very happy. He lowered his head slightly and leaned close to Fran's ear.

"In order to make you happy, we have called a lot of people." Charles said very enthusiastically, as if showing off and showing off, "Miss Treville should enjoy the honor she can enjoy. To them, you are a princess, and everyone will flatter you."

"Then...what about you?" Fran asked in a low voice.

"Not a princess to me, but a child or a partner that I must carefully take care of?" Charles answered with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh!" Fran whispered, her face flushed.

Charles looked at his relatives, friends, and close subordinates. These people can now be said to be his party members and members of his power. They all rely on his support, whether politically or financially, and they must repay him with loyalty.

"I am really happy that you can show me your presence today." Under the gaze of these party members, Charles smiled, then calmly picked up the wine glass, and then shook it in the air at Fran. "Come on, everyone, let's wish Miss de Treville a happy birthday together!"

"Happy birthday!" Everyone picked up the wine glass to wish Miss Treville a happy birthday, and because she drank the wine, Fran's blushing face was quite normal.

Then, a large cake was carefully pushed into the hall by the servant.

"Come, cut these cakes for everyone." Charles spread his hands to Fran.

"What?" Fran looked at him curiously.

Charles knew that there was no rule for cutting cakes in this era, so he explained it to Fran tirelessly.

"You have to carefully cut this cake piece by piece and give it to everyone present, so that everyone can share your joy and good luck, and let everyone know that you are one of us..."

The last sentence seemed to have a deep meaning, and Fran understood it immediately.

She had completed her mission before, and finally proved to her brother that she was also a person who could carry out his plan without compromise and was qualified to be his assistant.

And now, Charles seemed to introduce her to his accomplices in this way, officially making her a member of his group.

"Thank you." She closed her eyes slightly.

Charles did not answer, but spread his hands and pointed to the big cake.

Under the blessing of people's eyes, Fran began to take out the knife and cut the cake piece by piece, giving it to everyone present, so that they could share their joy.

Nothing could make her more excited than this.

She held the knife tightly in her hand, as if she was holding her own happiness.

People took turns to come to her to receive the cake, and she did it meticulously, cutting each piece very neatly and in similar sizes.

Just as she was concentrating on cutting the cake, a young man in a cavalry uniform came up to her.

Fran didn't look up, and directly cut a piece of cake and handed it over.

But the young man didn't leave after eating the plate of cake. He looked at Fran with a little uneasiness, and felt excited in his heart.

"Miss Treville, do you still... remember me?" After a while, he mustered up the courage to ask.

Fran looked up strangely at this time, and then found that the young man looked familiar, as if he was someone she had met in London...

"Mr. Bonaparte?" She asked with a little surprise. (~^~)