After seeing the Countess arrive, the father and daughter finally stopped arguing and sat back indignantly, but although they tried to pretend to be calm, their anger just now was naturally not without traces, the Count's hands were still trembling, and Natasha's face was still flushed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What the hell is going on with you two? Is it like this for the sake of trivial things? Of course, the countess could not fail to see such an abnormality, and she looked at her husband as if complaining, "Are you really, at such an age, still quarreling with your children?" They're rarely coming back a few times a year now, and you're going to have to deal with them! ”

"Now Natasha is going to stay with us for a long time." The Count said angrily. "She's sick now and needs to recuperate."

"What?" The Countess was shocked, then turned to look at her daughter, "Natasha, what's wrong with you?!" ”

With that, she walked over to Natasha, as if to confirm what was wrong with her daughter.

"Mom, I'm not sick, I'm ......in good health," Natasha smiled bitterly, "It's just that Dad wants me to stay with him, so I'm staying." ”

"Is that so? That's good...... It scared the hell out of me. The Countess was shocked for a moment, and then she looked at her husband with an angry face, "Are you crazy?" He actually cursed his daughter to get sick? Is there a father like you? Also, Natasha is this age, you are not anxious about her marriage, but you want to keep your daughter by your side, are you like that? ”

Count Bezukhov became even more annoyed by his wife's rebuke, glared at his wife, and then at his daughter, and his hands trembled and tried to slap the table, but at last he held back.

"Who said she wasn't sick? She's sick in the brain, and she's completely broken! Finally, he scolded coldly, and then his pale face turned directly to the food on the table, "Eat!" Don't waste any more time! ”

Because of his forcible order, the dinner at the Earl's palace finally began, and Fran and Mary had been hungry for a long time, and had just watched the quarrel between father and daughter in fear, but now they were so hungry that they could not do it, and now they felt as if they had been pardoned after hearing the Count's words, and began to eat at once.

However, because of the quarrel between the family, the atmosphere was very bad, and the two of them did not dare to speak, so they only hung their heads to eat.

If it weren't for the well-cooked dishes, this dull dinner would have turned Fran off the hook.

But Fran was a little strange, the dishes were very French, almost the same as the food she had eaten in Paris.

"Taste more...... perhaps to liven up the atmosphere, Andrei Bezukhov finished the mussel stew in front of him and spread his hand to Fran, "This is all made by French chefs, and it tastes as authentic as you would in a domestic restaurant." ”

"French chef?" There's something strange about Mary.

"Yes, our family has always hired French chefs, and we were brought up by French governesses since we were children." Andrei Bezukhov shrugged, "My dad spent his early years in France, so he has a lot of affection for France, and unfortunately he is still rich...... So we probably grew up living a French life. ”

"That's right......," Mary nodded, feeling like she had been eye-opened, "no wonder your father wanted to transform the country so much." ”

Since the Tsars of the 18th century, although Russia has been at war with France from time to time, the Russians have admired French culture very much. These Russian aristocrats have been learning French since childhood, living a different life from the commoners, and even speaking their own language very well, so for these aristocratic elites, there is only a question of how far they will be Westernized, and there is no question of whether they should be Westernized.

Some people live a Western-style life, but they want to maintain the existing system, and they want to enjoy all the privileges in their own country with their children and grandchildren; On the other hand, they want to westernize the whole country together, to get rid of the shackles of the existing system, and to become a civilized and civilized country like Western Europe -- this is probably the only difference between them.

If you understand this background, you will probably not be surprised by the ideas of Count Pierre-Bezukhov and his large group of comrades.

"Then I thought about the restaurants in Paris again, and it would be nice to have a few drinks there now." At this time, Andrei sighed, "To be honest, after staying in France for a long time, I really don't want to come back." ”

"A lot of Russians are like that." Fran smiled, "As our friend, you can stay in France for as long as you want." ”

"I hope so." Andre picked up the glass, then gestured to Fran, and then took a long sip.

Then, suddenly, he laughed again, "But, having come to Russia with some difficulty, wouldn't it be in vain if we could bring you some French food?" Wait for two days, and we'll arrange it for you to enjoy an authentic Russian treat. ”

"What do you mean?" Fran was a little curious.

"Caviar, of course." "Is there better food to entertain you in Russia?" And rest assured, you won't forget that taste for the rest of your life. ”

"Really?" Fran was a little expectant by what he said.

"You won't be disappointed." "And, we're going to use the eggs laid by the best sturgeon in the Caspian Sea, which produce only a dozen kilograms a year – our family also has an industry on the shores of the Caspian Sea." ”

"Then I'll wait for that day to come!" Fran couldn't help but laugh.

This family is worthy of being one of the richest people in Russia, living such a comfortable and luxurious life, with countless properties in their hands, and hundreds of thousands of serfs...... If I didn't have to be an enemy of the Tsar, I don't know how easy it would be.

Under their small talk, the atmosphere in the dining room was a little more relaxed, and the dinner finally came to an end, because they didn't want to see the quarrel between father and daughter again, and the fatigue of the journey, so Fran and Mary immediately left the table and planned to go back to the room to rest.

"Miss Treville?"

However, when they walked out of the dining room and into the hallway on the second floor, the two of them were chased after them and stopped.

Fran paused, then looked at Natasha with a slight wariness.

"What do you have to do with me?"

However, instead of answering directly, Natasha looked at her with a smile on her face, as if she was thinking about something.

"The surname Treville, I've heard it. Who are you from Mr. Charles de Treville? ”

Fran froze slightly, but she didn't intend to hide it from others, so she simply told the truth.

"I'm his sister."

"Oh, no wonder! No wonder you were sent. Natasha looked at her with a smile on her face, and then suddenly lifted her skirt and saluted her, "Then I salute you, dear Mademoiselle de Treville." ”

"Thank you." Fran was full of doubts, but she saluted in the same way.

Now I fully understood that Dad's previous secret collaborator was actually that Mr. Trelville...... No wonder he has been so happy lately, yes, if France and Russia fight, then everything should be as he wants! I finally got it. Natasha raised her head with a smile and looked at the beautiful woman who was about the same age as herself, "Let's stop talking here, find a quiet place?" ”

"I don't think so." Fran immediately declined, "We're a little tired and need to rest." ”

"Then let's go up to you, they must have already arranged a room for you." Who knew that Natasha didn't mean to back down at all.

"Can't you see that we don't want to talk to you more?" Mary couldn't help it and rejected the other party directly.

"You're welcome, I'm the master of this place, right?" Natasha shrugged, but her smile didn't fade, "Okay, I'll just say it here - you've already witnessed my argument with my dad just now, so you must have an idea of where I stand, right?" What do you think of my words? ”

"I don't have a problem with your position." Fran replied politely, "I don't want to interfere with your free will, let alone in the quarrel between you and your father. ”

"It's not a matter of position!" Natasha was a little anxious, "Can't you see it?" If my father had fulfilled his wish, a great war would have broken out, and many people, many young people, would have been sent to war...... Hell, what a battlefield, then slaughterhouse! Thousands of people will die, and how many mothers will mourn in grief...... Don't you think it's too tragic? Can you imagine a large group of people lying on the ground with their limbs lost, waiting to die, flesh dyeing the whole meadow red? This will become a reality if we do nothing, and this is only to fulfill the dreams of an old man! ”

“…… It's pitiful indeed. Fran tried to imagine it, and was shocked by the scene. My God! It's horrible. ”

"In that case, how can you sit on the sidelines and even get involved?" Natasha looked at Fran with hope, "Don't you think all of this should be avoided?" ”

"No, I'm very sorry, you haven't heard me yet, miss." Fran suddenly raised her head and interrupted her, her eyes seeming to be full of sadness, "This kind of scene is indeed terrifying and terrifying, but if this is what my brother wants to see, then I will quietly watch it come to life." Though...... Although they are pitiful...... May God save them! ”

Such a strange answer made Natasha stunned for a moment.

The extremely beautiful woman in front of her was able to feel compassion for others and grieve for the future of others, but at the same time, she said nonchalantly that she would definitely do it.

Terrible people. She thought to herself. (To be continued.) )