Back in the room, Fran let out a small cheer. Her pale face flushed with excitement.

"It's great that you've come to see me."

"I was going to come back to see you after school in the afternoon." Matilda replied gently, "However, when she heard that you were sick, Mary was very nervous and wanted to come to see you, so she had to take a leave of absence to ......come with her."

Fran looked at Mary with delight, then reached out to take the other's hand. "Mary, you're so nice!"

The girl with a melancholy face barely squeezed out a smile. "It's good to see you're okay."

Seeing the other party's performance, Fran wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to say it, so she had to pretend that it was okay and change the topic. "It's rare for you to come to my house today, so don't just visit, right? Have fun at my house for a while......"

"Yes, but it can't be too late, my carriage is here, and there is a curfew at home, and coming home too late will make Dad crazy." Matilda replied.

Then, she glanced around Fran's bedroom.

Fran's bedroom was much more furnished than the old Marquis and Charles's: pink carpet, pink sheets, and a few puppets on top. There are several large wardrobes, and a mirror hangs above the gold-painted teak dresser, but there are not many cosmetics on them. But what is different is that on the walls, there are also some paintings that the owner is more satisfied with.

Fascinated by the paintings, Matilda walked to the wall and admired the paintings left by her master over the years.

"The technique of this painting is a little rusty, but the artistic conception is good, the sunset dyes the farmland gold, which looks comfortable."

"I painted it three years ago, and of course the technique was very rusty at that time." Fran was pleasantly commenting on the side.

Matilda seemed to really appreciate the paintings, and looked at them one by one under Fran's explanation. Mary still didn't say much, just silently followed behind admiring the painting, occasionally interjecting a few words.

After a while, Mary suddenly said, "I've got something to do, let's go out first." ”

Fran was a little surprised, then nodded in relief after a moment.

After Mary walked out of the room and closed the door, Fran sighed. "Poor Mary!"

"It's easy to understand how she feels, and it's good to be able to hold on." Matilda replied calmly, "What we can do is to try to relieve her mood and let her recover as soon as possible." ”

"She should be thanking her brother now." Fran laughed and speculated, "My brother should be able to enlighten her." ”

It's my brother again! Matilda smiled wryly, is her brother God? However, judging from what has happened, it is true that there is some ability, not a mortal person.

"I hope so." She replied indifferently.

Then she changed her cautious look. "Fran, I'm coming to you today, and there's one more important thing."

"What?" Fran was surprised.

"What about the letter?" Matilda's expression changed from calm just now to solemn, "Since it didn't come in handy, then let's destroy it." ”

Fran, who suddenly came to her senses, smiled apologetically.

"Oops, look at my memory! When you get sick, you forget everything! I'll give it back to you right away. ”

Before, Fran had approached Matilda and begged her to convince her grandfather or simply forge a letter, but the Count of Dilillon did not want to get involved in the matter because of the Duke of Treville's relationship - not because he was afraid of the Duke of Treville, but because they had a friendship in the first place, and the Count did not want to spoil the relationship because it was none of his business.

In desperation, Matilda did something horrific - she forged her grandfather's letter and prepared to send it to the relevant legal professionals, implying that they would give a negative verdict on the request of the Marquis de léoland family in the voice of her grandfather.

From Jishu's point of view, there was no problem - due to old age and busy business, His Excellency the Minister of the Seals did not have much energy to read every letter, let alone reply to it. So his favorite granddaughter played the role of a secretary to some extent, often helping to read letters in front of her grandfather and replying to unimportant letters in format.

I'm afraid that the earl's arrangement also has the intention of cultivating the children of the family.

Therefore, it was quite easy for Matilda to forge a "grandfather's letter" and put it on the Count's own seal.

And she also thought about it carefully, grandpa is in a high position, and those people in the legal profession will not easily see him, even if they do, who will not be interested in mentioning such a thing? Generally, it doesn't go into goofs.

Even if she was a goof, she thought that her grandfather would not punish her too much for this, because this kind of thing was not a big deal in her grandfather's eyes. At most, he scolded a few words and grounded for a few days, he has always loved himself very much.

Being able to come up with such a thing, the determination and courage hidden by the two girls under their delicate appearances is really impressive!

After she forged the letter, she asked the servant to give it to Fran, ready to send it to key people in case Charles was ineffective or a little weaker.

Now that the matter has been resolved fairly satisfactorily, the letter is useless - and even seems a bit risky. So she came over today, and visiting Fran was one of the main purposes, and the retrieval of the letter was also an important purpose.

Fran walked towards her dresser, her steps a little vain as she was still sick.

She picked up a small box, then flipped through Zuihou and pulled out a letter. However, just as she took out the letter, her hand accidentally swept to a nearby box, and the box fell to the carpet, and all the letters contained in it were scattered on the ground.

"Oops!" Fran exclaimed, then turned back and smiled apologetically at Matilda, then beckoned her to come and answer the letter.

Matilda approached and reached out to take the letter, which she opened and saw that it was indeed the one she had forged.

"It's nice to be able to do without it." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"yes, that's great!" Fran chimed in, and leaned over to pick up the letters scattered on the ground.

Matilda followed her movements and shifted her gaze to the carpet.

"Ahh Shocked, she let out a small exclamation.

Because, she saw a letter, a letter sent from the palace of the Counts of Delion.

There are two kinds of envelopes from the Count of Delion, one for official letters, or more important official letters, with the coat of arms of the Count's house on the back - a mermaid wearing a laurel wreath entwined with redbuds; One is a more personal letter, which is used on some occasions with only a small bauhinia flower emblem on the back.

And at a glance, she found a letter from her own home in a pile of envelopes on the ground.

What's going on? She distinctly remembered that she had only sent that letter to the Tréville family, and who wrote it? And it's written for the young lady of the Trevills?

Although shocked, Matilda's consistent experience still made Matilda not lose her composure, she asked lightly. Where did these letters come from? Love letters? ”

"Of course not!" Fran blushed and immediately retorted, then she looked at Matilda cautiously and lowered her voice. "Do you want to keep it a secret?"

"Huh?"

"These are letters from the publisher to my brother." Fran whispered, "As I said before, my brother has written some novels, and he is a little famous." Often, readers send letters, and then publishers turn around. I took it over, opened it first, and if it was for support and encouragement or put forward reasonable suggestions for improvement, I would leave it for my brother; If it's something that needs to be replied to, but it's not important, I'll reply myself; If it's an unreasonable attack or abuse, I'll burn it directly, so as not to affect his mood......"

"Oh......" Matilda understood.

"Don't tell my brother, I did it secretly......" Fran carefully told Matilda, "I have pleaded with the servants, and they have all kept it a secret from my brother." My brother still thinks it's the publisher who censors readers' letters......"

Matilda understood, understood thoroughly.

I wrote the letter myself.

Since a few years ago, I have been reading the novels of a cutting-edge writer, from the newspaper serialization at the beginning to the publication of the whole book later, which can be regarded as witnessing the whole process of that writer's popularity.

Strangely, although the author writes about the court, the author does not focus entirely on depicting the glitzy court life and boring courtesies, but focuses more on the portrayal and fate of the characters, and the characters in it are not brainless vases, but more like intelligent people with flesh and blood and wisdom - which is why Matilda likes these works.

The author's calm and passionate style is extremely in line with his own taste. And the poetic sigh in the ordinary, which makes me admire it even more.

However, despite his popularity, the writer never seemed to appear in public, and none of the readers had ever met him or her, and there had been no consistent speculation about the authorship in their small circle for several years.

In addition, in order to encourage the author, exchange the plot and give her own advice, Matilda sent letters to the publisher several times, and through the publisher, communicated with the mysterious author several times - as for whether it was the author's reply or not, God knows.

I didn't expect ...... I didn't expect ......

Under the huge impact, a calm person like Matilda couldn't help but be moved.

"Matilda, what's wrong with you?" Fran was a little weird.

"Oh, nothing." Matilda immediately came to her senses and hid it with a smile. "I just thought that you have done so much for your brother silently, you are really worthy of admiration."

And that's true, too.

There must have been a lot of letters from the publisher, and she had to make sorting choices after reading them one by one, which was really thanks to her patience! Matilda sighed to herself.

"Actually, it's not that hard...... "Fran smiled sheepishly, "It's a little troublesome at first, but after getting acquainted with it, you can decide what to do with a letter in ten seconds." Even if you want to reply, it is a very proficient set of words templates, and it can be written in a few clicks...... By the way, didn't I recommend it to you before? Although my brother is not very good, the book is still interesting. You can take a look...... However, I don't know Weishenme, my brother doesn't like to be discussed with him in person, so don't tell him in person......"

Will I tell you that I have seen it a long time ago?

Matilda smiled lightly, her gaze flickering behind the lenses, with a strange color.

"I'm going to see Mary first, she's almost done with your brother, isn't she?"