After patiently explaining to Fran what was going on at home, Andrei Bezukhov was clearly in a bad mood and hurriedly said goodbye to them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Maybe it was the reason for the dispute between the Count's father and daughter, and the atmosphere in the mansion was quite oppressive, and Fran couldn't see the Countess's cheerfulness in the others - maybe she was still in the dark.

Under the guidance of the silent servant, the two of them came to the room arranged for them in the mansion, settled down and then put themselves up again, and only after a little rest did they sweep away the fatigue of the journey and regain their spirits.

When the physical exhaustion wore off, they soon felt hungry, but fortunately, the host's family understood their toil and prepared the dinner party, which did not make them suffer any more.

When the sky began to darken, the Count and his family came to the table, and the two of them, as distinguished guests, were brought into the dining room, and sat down beside the host. However, the Countess was busy with other things, so she was not yet seated, and only Count Bezukhov himself sat on the throne with a straight face.

The manor was large, but the members of the master's family were not all together, the count sat on the lord's seat, and several of their grandchildren sat on the other side, sitting together as orderly as possible at the beckoning of the servants, and only two sat in the middle.

Andrei Bezukhov sat on the side with a young woman. The young woman was beautiful, ruddy, young and energetic, with long blond hair, in a bun at the back of her head, and braided around her forehead, as if she had woven a wreath of flowers. Her figure is also very slim, wearing a simple white dress, but she can't hide that natural beauty.

From her body, you can see a little bit of her mother's demeanor when she was young.

However, contrary to her beautiful appearance, her expression was a little strange, although she smiled, but no matter how she looked at it, it seemed to be mocking, and although she sat still, her eyes wandered around, sometimes on her father, sometimes away, and seemed a little uncertain.

Although no one introduced her, Fran guessed that she was probably the youngest daughter of Count Bezukhov, Lady Natasha Bezukhov. However, since no one has officially introduced her, she didn't greet the other party, but just nodded at her gently.

As if sensing her friendly attitude, the woman suddenly raised her head and smiled at her, and this smile was so bright that people couldn't help but feel happy to see it.

Her performance surprised Fran a little, and she felt that she was not at all the image she had portrayed when she had listened to Andre's narration.

She didn't seem to be a completely unreasonable person, Fran thought to herself.

"This is Mademoiselle de Treville, who has travelled from France at my invitation." At this moment, Andrei Bezukhov, who was sitting next to her, introduced her, and then looked at Fran and Marie, "That's what I told you, my sister Natasha ......"

"Come on, Andre, I'm not brainless, what a guest, don't joke...... It's nothing more than a messenger sent over there, right? But before André could finish speaking, Natasha interrupted her brother rather sarcastically, and then she looked at the two women opposite.

"Hey, it's crazy over there to let two such beautiful young ladies risk their lives as messengers...... Do they really think Dad is just playing house? ”

"Natasha!" Because of her unceremonious evaluation, Andrei was a little angry and interrupted her.

"Am I wrong about something?" Natasha glared at him without showing any weakness.

“…… Don't do this. After a moment of staring at each other, Andre lowered his gaze, obviously not wanting to fight with his sister, "I know you're angry right now, but it's not good for you to do this now." ”

"Am I in a good position right now? What's the difference between the pros and cons? Natasha still snatched her brother with a disdainful face, "I'm your prisoner now, don't I even have the power to say a few words?" ”

"Prisoner? Is there a prisoner who is treated like this? At this time, Count Bezukhov finally couldn't help it, and he looked at Natasha with an angry face, "If I didn't still see you as a daughter, then I would have punished you a long time ago!" What do you think will happen to those who betray our cause? ”

"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to explain my whereabouts when others ask you about my whereabouts, so you can't punish me?" However, in the face of her father's reprimand, Natasha showed no signs of retreating, "In your eyes, ideals are the most important thing, everything you do to save Russia is right, do you care about one of your daughters?" ”

This unceremonious retort made the Count tremble with anger, and he trembled and raised his wrinkled hand, and then slammed it on the table, "Is there anything wrong with saving Russia?!" ”

"Yes, yes, you are a saint, you will save the whole nation......" Seeing her father so angry, Natasha froze for a moment, but she still refused to give in after all, "But how much do you want to sacrifice for this noble purpose?" Clearly...... You could have taken a much more stable path and made everything easier for the better, but what about you? For the sake of your own paranoia, you must turn everyone into enemies and shed blood in Russia! You only want to become a saint yourself, but have you ever thought that you have no right to let others die because of your ideas?! ”

"I ...... Am I only looking out for myself? I just want to make myself happy? The Count was so angry that he almost trembled. Damn it! I actually gave birth to such a daughter! Just for the sake of a wanderer, she actually disobeyed her father like this and slandered him with such vicious words! ”

"No, not because of someone! It's because I don't think you're doing it right! Perhaps because the accusation was so embarrassing, Natasha's face flushed slightly, "I'm at this age, do you think I'm going to change my mind because of love?" No...... I oppose you because you ignore reality and ignore the fact that we now have a Royal Highness the Crown Prince who is willing to reform and to put Russia in the right direction, who can make your dreams come true and make Russia suffer less! ”

Then she looked at Fran as if she wanted to explain her position, "Miss Treville, I am at odds with my father, not because I am in love with His Highness Alexander as they say, but because after so much contact, I have come to know him as a person, I have learned his noble ideas, he really wants to modernize Russia, to reform all the old slavery and shackles, and as soon as he ascends the throne, he will definitely reform all bad government...... In order to make Russia rich and powerful, why do we need a revolution? Why do we have to let Russia bleed again? You are French, it seems that you are still an aristocrat, you must know what the revolution is all about, right? If it really did what my father envisioned...... Our original hope of gentle change is gone, and blood will be shed everywhere, I ...... I just don't want to see that, am I wrong? ”

"Your Highness the Crown Prince wants reforms?" Fran looked at the other with some disbelief.

Like most Europeans, she had the impression that the Tsarist royal family was a group of superstitious and forceful, rude and bloodthirsty emperors, who took pleasure in suppressing progressives, and were reactionary demon kings who could no longer be reactionary.

"Yes, he's said that countless times, not just to me, but to others." Natasha nodded immediately, "As long as he can ascend the throne, he will carry out all these reforms, abolish slavery, abolish privileges, abolish everything that makes Russia backward, so that our motherland can throw off all the outdated old burdens and embark on a glorious tomorrow." In such a situation, you say, what reason do we have to drag the Russian people to shed blood? Shouldn't we try to help him? ”

"Nonsense!" Before Fran could reply, the Earl directly interrupted his daughter, "I didn't expect you to believe such nonsense at this age!" If you ask a person to give up power, you want a person's life, but you still think that someone really wants to give it up? Damn it! ”

"You don't know him!" Natasha glared at her father indignantly.

"yes...... Oh, yes! I don't know him, but I know you! I've seen through people like you! You people turn a blind eye to sin and don't dare to do anything to change the world yourself, only to expect a good dad to change it all! I thought that as long as I prostrate in front of the Tsar's good father, he would be able to give freedom to all," the count's face suddenly became ugly, "but have you ever thought about it, anyone, any person of sound mind and body, what is the difference between him as a man, and a tsar, a crown prince? Why do you have to pin all your happiness and hopes on a tsar? Did he think that the tsar would have an obligation to him? Did he forget that the tsar was not the general source of all slavery and bloodshed? ”

Then, he sighed again, "It is this expectation of the saints from heaven, the worship of the saints, the fear of power, and the fear of change that is the root cause of the ruin and destruction of this nation!" If we had not come out of this superstition about a good father earlier, the Russian nation would have been enslaved forever and would never have been liberated! ”

Then Count Bezukhov raised his head and looked at his daughter with both sorrow and earnestness, as if he wanted to wake her up by this, "Wake up, silly boy, there are no saints in the world, and there is no need for saints!" The Russians will be able to save themselves on their own, they don't need any good tsar good dad! You must not pin your hopes on a good father! I just want to set Russia free and let slavery disappear from this land, and for this purpose, what is an Alexander? What about bleeding? If blood can wash away the dirt from our nation, then I have to say that this blood flows well! ”

"Your arguments don't convince me." Natasha was unmoved, "I can't agree that you reject all hopes of reducing bloodshed. ”

"That's why I said women can't do great things! As soon as they get into their feelings, they forget everything! The Count could not help but raise his head and lament. It's just an elm pimple, and you can't teach it! ”

"This is what you taught me, that a person has to be true to his philosophy." Natasha looked away slightly, unwilling to look at her father's sad look, "All in all, I can't serve you anymore, Dad." ”

"Well, I don't want your service anymore." The Count replied angrily, "Now you can stay at home, and don't think of going anywhere." ”

"If you're worried about me snitching, then you're worried in vain, I won't do that, after all, you're my father, and I respect you." Natasha shook her head slightly, "But I can't lose my freedom because of your words, you can either kill me or let me go, I won't do nothing and stay here silently." ”

"Then I'll kill you!" The Count roared loudly.

Then, he staggered to his feet, as if he was really going to do something to his daughter.

"I'll just say, in your eyes, the ideal is higher than any of us." A little tear appeared in the corner of Natasha's eyes, but she sat in her seat and did not move, as if she was left to her father to dispose of herself, "But this is fine, let me be your first sacrifice, and save me from seeing the calamities that follow......"

"What crazy are you talking about!" Andrei Bezukhov, who was sitting on the side, finally couldn't take it anymore, he pushed his sister away, then stood up and went over to hug his father.

"Daddy, don't be angry...... Calm down! ”

With his strong embrace, the Count finally calmed down a little, and then sat back in his seat.

"After eating, lock her up in the attic and don't allow anyone to see her." After a moment's respite, he finally cleared his breath, and then immediately ordered his son, "Now that she is our enemy, a harmful enemy who has broken with us, no one can guarantee that she will not keep our secrets. So, we have to deal with her with a serious attitude. In the future, if someone looks for her, they will say that she is seriously ill and no one can see her. ”

Andrei also wanted to persuade his father, but he also knew that now was not the time, so he had to nod his head again and again.

"Okay, I see, father."

Just then, the Countess appeared at the door of the dining room and looked at them strangely.

"What are you doing? Got into a fight? ”

The Count waved his son to sit down, and his face had regained its composure, as if nothing had happened.

"No, Mom, it's fine. Dad just suddenly felt a little unwell. Natasha looked at her mother with a smile on her face. (To be continued.) )