By the time Charles left his grandfather's room, it was already late at night, and he went downstairs to the bathroom to wash himself, and then went back to the second floor and walked straight down the hallway to his bedroom, intending to end the day's hard work.

His room was not much more than the marquis's bedroom, except for a few books, but the velvet-cushioned bed was much more comfortable than the marquis's.

Feeling a little tired, he lay down directly on the bed, and then closed his eyes.

Although his brain was already very tired, he had not been able to fall into a deep sleep directly, but had entered a state of groggy and half-asleep. The experience of the day flashed through my mind like a marquee, and my thoughts diverged even more out of the world.

"France...... Napoleon's ...... "King...... The government ......" "Jihua of tomorrow" "And Fran, she is getting worse and worse now, she should really discipline and discipline ......" Unrelated thoughts kept flooding and falling silent in his mind, until Zuihou, he entered the ethereal realm.

At this moment, a pain came from his forehead.

Charles didn't wake up from this, his hand unconsciously swept over his forehead like a mosquito, as if he had removed something, he didn't care, and fell asleep.

Then, a moment later, the same feeling came back from his forehead.

He opened his eyes in a daze.

By the dim light of the candle, he spotted a young girl staring at him calmly with her blue eyes.

Frightened, Charles's eyes suddenly widened, and he could see more clearly.

The girl's slender beauty wrinkled slightly, and her expression was very serious. And her loose blonde hair, floating in the dim candlelight, floating a dark gold color, like a layer of tassels, adds a psychedelic color to the scene. The girl, dressed in a thin pale pink cashmere pajama, sat on the edge of Charles's bed, holding a small candlestick in her right hand, while her left hand reached forward and pressed the tip of her index finger against Charles's own forehead.

After a brief half-second of distraction, Charles opened his mouth.

"Fleur...... Whining...... Woo"

He had only time to utter the first syllable, and the girl quickly sealed Charles's mouth with her palm. Then he looked at Charles with a menacing look.

When Charles understood what was going on and regained her composure, the girl gently took her hand away.

Forlan-Louise, granddaughter of the Marquis de Treville and sister of Charles, made her debut in this way.

After taking a few breaths and smoothing out his breath, Charles glared at the girl in front of him.

"Are you crazy!" The voice was low, but the tone was severe.

A fifteen-year-old girl sneaks into her twenty-year-old brother's room in the middle of the night, not to mention nineteenth-century France, even the twenty-first century is somewhat appalling.

The girl still looked at her brother, and her face was not happy or angry.

"Do you know what you're doing? Miss Treville? Charles stressed again, and there was really some anger in his heart.

Although this sister has recently entered some signs of rebellion, but anyway, this time it is a little too much. Perhaps, his brother is indeed too indulgent to his sister, so he has developed such an arrogant character?

It's time to take care of it.

Just as Charles reflected on his sister's education policy in his heart, the girl's haughty expression finally loosened a little, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly upwards to construct a slightly mocking smile.

"Of course I know, my brother. But now I will seek your help. ”

The voice is crisp and tactful, but there is not much respect in it.

Charles was annoyed again. "Then don't you go back to sleep!"

Under the scolding of her brother, Fran lowered her eyes slightly.

"Okay......" Charles regretted a little, so he slowed down again, "You go back to sleep first, and tell me something tomorrow." ”

"No," Fran brutally rejected the other party's suggestion, "I want it now!" ”

After a star-to-eye encounter, Charles gave in.

"Okay, okay, okay! What the hell is going on?! ”

As usual, after winning the sibling battle, a triumphant smile appeared on Fran's face. The girl's smile, against the backdrop of her bright red lips and fair skin, made Charles's anger disappear in an instant.

However, the smile did not last long, and returned to the coldness just now, showing how heavy the girl's heart was.

Without waiting for Charles to continue asking, she pulled out a page of letter from her pocket and handed it to her brother.

Charles forced himself to lean back on the bed, took the letter, and read it by the dim candlelight. And his sister sat on the edge of the bed and watched him.

"Fran, my dearest friend, thank you very much for your letter......"

Charles was taken aback by a glance at the front, and then immediately looked up at his sister. "Who wrote it!" He asked in a low voice.

"Marie de Léoland, daughter of the Marquis de Léoland, my most haode friend." His sister replied with her head bowed, in a low tone, "She was sent to Blois a while ago, I sent her a letter, and I only received a reply from her today. ”

[Blois is a small city about 130 kilometers southwest of Paris, this city has a Carmelite monastery, in the 17th and 19th centuries, in order to avoid dowry expenses, many French nobles sent their daughters to this monastery to become monks. Louis XIV's famous mistress, the Duchess de Lavalier, also lived in seclusion here from 1674. 】

Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this answer, and then continued to read.

“…… How touched by your letter! I implore you not to forget me in the future, and to send me more letters and tell me about the outside world, which will be my greatest pleasure!

My friend, so you see, what kind of life I am living now! I can't sleep six hours a day, and when I get up in the morning to do morning classes, some people just doze off on their knees and stagger. Eat breakfast - how can you Parisians imagine what we are eating! -- Then continue the cultivation.

For a whole day, we had nothing but boredom, but don't get me wrong, it's never to say we don't have work to do. In fact, in order to make us feel alive, we have a lot of work: all personal clothes have to be taken away, and we have to sew and mend our own clothes. We read books over and over again, all theological books, of course, all outdated nonsense, and the people who read them don't even believe it. We will also make holy breads, reliquaries, and paint holy images......

My predecessors have all been devastated by time, and they have lost all hope in the world, and they live in a step-by-step manner all day long. Yes, alive, that's all. I shudder at the thought that soon I will become like them......

You see, my friend, that's all I'm living right now. Everyone says it's the closest place to God and Heaven, but I say I'd rather live in hell if that's the case! May God forgive me for my hubris!

I don't blame anyone for falling to the point where I am now, this is a disaster that fate has given me, and I can only endure it in silence. In today's world, there is only one punishment heavier than being a nobleman and having no money, and that is being the daughter of a nobleman and not having money! What can I do but suffer in silence under such great sins?

But, my friend, when I am writing to you, there is a jealous snake in my heart that is gnawing at our friendship, please forgive me! I know how precious our friendship is, but when I think of how bright you will live in Shijie, and what kind of seclusion I will live in obscurity for the rest of my life, I can't help but feel pain in my heart, and I can't help but be jealous of you. God forgive me for my sins!

Forgive me, my friend, and don't forget my instructions and send me a letter on time!

Your most loyal friend

Marie de Léoland"

Charles read it, and then he probably understood what was going on.

The French aristocracy, in order not to give a large dowry for marrying their daughters, has always had a tradition of sending their daughters to convents as nuns; This old custom became more popular after Napoleon promulgated the Civil Code, which gave the other children of the nobility the same inheritance rights as the eldest son. In order to keep the family business in the family as much as possible, the nobles were more motivated to send their daughters to the convent to serve God—at least God would not come and ask for an equal division of the family property.

And Fran's poor friend was probably sent to the convent by his parents because of this.

Fran bit her lip tightly, looking unsettled.

"If she continues like this, she will die soon, and what kind of punishment is it to let a Parisian lady live like this!"

"Maybe." Charles replied blandly.

Fran's fist quickly hit his arm, and the intense motion ripped at the thin pajamas, revealing a large white patch of his chest.

"How can you be so uncompassionate!"

"Well, what do you want to do?" Charles didn't want to argue with her about morality anymore.

"Do you need to talk about that?" The younger sister looked up at her brother, and her blue eyes overflowed with scorching flames. "Let's go get her out!"

"And how are you going to save it?"

"I haven't figured it out yet." Fran replied confidently, "So I'm not here for you, am I?" ”

"But I can't help it!" Charles frowned, "Maybe I can take someone to rush to the monastery and take her away, but what's the point?" She will lose her identity and her family, and will go from one misfortune to another...... If it was her parents' choice, I couldn't help it. ”

"You're going to have a way." Fran stared at her brother tightly, her eyes filled with wordless trust. "Whatever it is, you'll have a way."

Charles did not answer.

Tears slowly gathered in the girl's eyes, and then rolled down.

Charles sighed.

"Well, I'll figure it out. Don't cry, Fran. ”

"Is it certain?" My sister is still a little suspicious.

"Yes." Charles straightened his face, in an unmistakable tone, "Definitely." Wait, your Mary will be back in a few days, and no one can stop me from bringing her back to you. ”

"I knew you had a way!" The girl burst into tears and laughed, and then hugged her brother excitedly, and pressed her chest tightly.

This stupid girl is acting as if the matter has been solved! Charles smiled wryly and patted his sister's back gently, "Okay, you go to sleep......"

After the girl obediently left the room, Charles straightened her mind and decided to do what was best she wanted to do first.

Go to bed.