"By the way, daughter, are you still painting lately, show your father the pictures you have painted recently...... Dad hasn't seen it for a long time, it's rare to be in a good mood today......"

The baron's smile was as kind as ever, but it was like a thunderclap in Lola's ears, and she could barely stand up.

After all, my father still didn't fully believe in himself...... Hmph, that's right, after my brother's death, I was the biggest beneficiary, no matter how much my father loves me, how can he not doubt it? Lola smiled bitterly in her heart.

She wasn't unprepared—she had her accomplice help paint a picture that night, and she had it back the next day.

Originally, in order to avoid the problem of painting style conflicts, the safest way was to make up a painting in the future, but she was afraid that this painting would be seen by the servants before, and changing to one halfway through her painting would be tantamount to not admitting herself, so she delayed her brush. In addition, in order to share his father's worries recently, he has been very busy, so he has not made up the painting.

Originally, because of her father's recent silence, she has not been asked to take the painting to see it, but she even forgot about it a little, but she didn't expect that now, her father suddenly made this request.

After a moment of panic, Lola quickly regained her composure, and her face showed no abnormality.

In any case, my father's order could not be refused, and at this time, even if I had to take the painting to my father's eyes.

"Dad, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I haven't been painting lately because I'm not in the mood." Lola's face sank, and even a hint of weeping, "I recently painted a picture that I drew at a party with Mademoiselle de Treville on the night my brother was killed, and as soon as I got home, I met with such bad news...... Hey, Dad, since this terrible thing happened, where am I still in the mood to paint? ”

This tearful confession, God knows how many times she rehearsed it beforehand to make it so real and natural!

"Poor boy!" The baron looked at his daughter and suddenly sighed, not knowing which child he was lamenting for his pity. "You don't need to apologize to me, how can you be indifferent to such a tragic incident? It's okay, show me the picture you drew that night, and I'll make it a memento......"

It seems that there is still no escape after all...... Lola secretly told herself in her heart.

"Okay, Dad, just wait a minute, I'll get it right away." She bowed respectfully to her father, then turned and left the study.

And the baron just looked at the back of his daughter's departure and did not say a word.

A moment later, Lola returned, followed by a servant with a frame.

Lola beckoned, and the servant gently placed the frame on the desk.

"Daddy, please look...... I just hope you don't criticize me......" With a barely made smile, Lola looked at her father as if she were a little coquettish.

"Oh, how could it be! My daughter is so good, how can her paintings be ugly? With a wave of his hand, the baron let the servant go out on his own, and began to examine the painting carefully.

Lola looked at her father calmly, wondering when he should give up on this temptation.

In the past, Baron de Beauvang was deeply proud of his daughter's artistic talent - but, of course, as a banker of civilian background and devoted entirely to his career, he had no appreciation for art, and he had no interest in it, but only proud of his daughter's talent to boast of to others.

The baron, on the other hand, was still quietly looking at the painting on the canvas, looking at it very attentively and without saying a word.

In the painting, several young girls sit or lie together, smiling and talking, but their eyes do not intersect. In the crevices of the withered yellow leaves, a piercing gloom came over everyone.

At the top of the painting, there is a night sky with no starlight, and it hangs high over everyone's heads as if it could swallow up a black nightmare.

The baron's hand rubbed lightly on the canvas, as if he were touching this indelible darkness with his own hands.

"Very good work." After a while, the baron suddenly spoke. "Daughter, this painting is even better than your usual ones."

"Huh?" Lola was stunned for a moment, and then immediately lowered her head, "Thank you for the compliment, in fact, I think there are still many things that leave ...... missing."

To tell the truth, she was still a little unhappy in her heart, because her father's praise was tantamount to admitting that Miss Tréville's painting talent was much higher than her own.

"Oh, do you still need to be humble to your father? Good is good, miss. The baron laughed indifferently, then looked up at his daughter, "Were you in a bad mood that day?" ”

"What?" Lola was taken aback again. "What do you mean by that?"

"Although this painting is indeed excellent, I already feel a sense of resentment and a terrible sense of depression from your painting." The baron calmly commented on his daughter's painting, "The style of the painting is gloomy and dark, and I can see that you are painting this with great anger. ”

Lola's heart was already very unsettled.

"I ...... It's the same gloomy style that I usually paint, and you don't know it, Dad. She replied with a forced smile.

is different from the pretense of being relaxed just now, and now she has all her spirits, for fear of revealing a little flaw again, which will make her father even more suspicious.

"It's the same gloomy, but it's not the same." The baron's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate Lola's entire mind, "Your usual paintings, even if they are gloomy, are domineering, and there will always be a sense of oppression under your brush, but what about here?" This is a kind of resentment that forces one's mood and makes people feel very uncomfortable to look at...... This isn't your usual love, is it? Your dad doesn't have much taste, but he can still see it, kid. ”

No...... That's appreciative enough, Dad...... You're amazing!

She almost wanted to applaud her father's brief art criticism. She never imagined that her father would be more artistic than she had imagined.

However, now is never the right time to bow down to your father...... Now is a decisive moment when lives are at stake.

Under her father's terrifying gaze, Lola's breathing slowly became a little rapid.

"Dad, I didn't expect you to even see this!" She complimented her father with a forced smile, and then gave the explanation she had made up almost instantly, "Yes, I did get upset that day because of some little things. At the banquet with Mademoiselle Treville, I quarreled with Mademoiselle de Del-Dieillon over a drink, and she was very disrespectful to me. So you see, in the paintings, we all look like ......."

She is not afraid of her father's verification, because it is the truth.

However, her father did not ask any more questions, nor did he even continue to express doubts, but just looked at her quietly.

It wasn't until she had finished smiling that the baron nodded slightly.

"Oh, is that so? Didn't I tell you, don't drink too much, drinking can easily affect your judgment. ”

"Yes, thank you for your teaching," Lola nodded, praying with great anticipation that her father would believe her words.

It seemed like a year had passed, and it seemed like only a moment had passed, and the baron finally waved his hand.

"This painting is really interesting, I'll keep it for myself, you shouldn't mind giving your father a little gift, right?"

"Of course! Keep it, I'm just afraid it won't be on par with the masterpieces in your collection. Lola quickly replied.

"Oh, how could it be? My daughter's work is a priceless treasure to me. The baron's face was still that gentle smile, although he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but he really didn't seem to have any desire to ask any more, "Don't be too sad, come over as soon as possible, what a pity to lose the painting skills that have been practiced over the years?" Okay, it's not too early, you can go back and rest first. ”

With a kind of joy for the rest of her life, Lola only felt that her whole person was about to loosen, and the hot blood rushed upward, making her face slightly red.

"I will, Daddy." In order to suppress the excitement in her heart and not look too abnormal, her head lowered even more, "You are the same, please recover from your grief as soon as possible, don't worry anymore, then I will also be very distressed." ”

"Me? What else can I worry about? The baron sneered, as if amused, "What worries me now is our future Emperor, His Majesty, when the time comes, how should I ......resign?"

"You may possess the glory of the Baron." Although she doesn't understand her father's style of treating celebrities as nothing, Lola will not argue with her father at all.

She bowed to her father again and exited the room.

When she left the study and stepped back into the hallway, she was relieved, her chest heaving violently from the rapid breathing.

It was terrifying, and until now, she couldn't believe that she had escaped from such a terrible situation.

With indescribable joy, she walked down the hallway back into the hall.

Just as she was about to go back to her bedroom and get some rest, her maid suddenly came up and handed her a note.

She casually took it and examined it.

Then, as if stimulated by some violent stimulus, her eyes widened suddenly, and she clenched her fists, crumpled the note, and put it in her hand.

The fear suppressed in her father's study turned into an irrepressible rage in an instant, and it was only in order not to lose her temper in front of others that she did not scold.

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