"It's probably a graduation exam, right?"

In the middle of the crowded streets, a well-dressed young man thought to himself while looking up at the tall building of the hotel in front of him.

Maybe it's troublesome, but I'll definitely be able to get through it.

The young man took a deep breath, his face ached from the fierce spring breeze in England, and for a moment he seemed to recall the bullet-laden wind in the vast Gobi of Texas.

Yes, I won't live up to grandma's expectations!

Then, with great ambition, he clenched his fist and shook it like a cheer. Although he was wearing a double-breasted coat in civilian clothes, he wore the feeling of a military uniform because of his strong physique and full of energy.

Then, with the high-spirited momentum of a soldier, he strode up the steps and entered the door of the hotel.

It was true that the inn was the temporary residence of Mademoiselle de Treville, whom he had admired for a long time, but he had not come to visit her to-day, but to be received by another lady with the same surname of Treville.

The lady was Mr. Treville's wife, his cousin, Charlotte, the granddaughter of the Duke of Treville.

Since hearing her husband's introduction, she was also full of interest in Jérôme, so she wanted to meet him, and considering that it was too inconvenient to meet him at the palace, she simply chose the hotel where her sister-in-law was staying as the place of reception. And Jérôme was naturally happy to have an opportunity to get closer to the Tréville family, so he agreed without hesitation.

How can I please this lady? Ever since he learned that he was going to be received by her, young Jérôme had been thinking about it.

While Americans have always pretended to be indifferent to the nobility of the Old World in the face of a common mentality of exiles, but inwardly envious and jealous, Jérôme-Bonaparte's mind was much more complicated.

He is a native of American. But he was a member of the royal family of Bonaparte. He had lived for twenty years without the respect and approval of his family, and the Bonaparte family was itself a nouveau riche among the princes of Europe, so he himself did not know how to see the nobles of the Old World, but he had a strange longing in his heart.

After being brought to the island nation by his grandmother, he more or less got involved in the British social scene, and then this longing seemed to be extinguished.

The British were just too cold. Generally only socialize within their own circle, and they have always been very indifferent to people outside the circle, and they are very unapologetic, and dealing with them is almost reminiscent of Texas bullets, which is really unpleasant.

The young man, who had thought that the French nobles were about the same, and had withdrawn a little, was later inspired by an unexpected sensation - he met Monsieur Tréville's sister, the most beautiful Mademoiselle Tréville.

Although the two of them basically didn't say anything, after meeting for the first time. This young lady was unforgettable to him, and he almost couldn't wait to get closer to her.

And if you want to have more dealings with her, it is obviously necessary to return to France to develop.

Originally, it was more about making grandma happy to return to China, but now with a more motivating reason, this young man is several times more concerned than before.

In order to achieve this, the young man, who had been proud and simple, now tried to please Madame Treville by all means, if he could.

Under the guidance of the waiter, he soon came to the suite specially chartered by the lady. Sit back and wait in the reception room.

He had expected everything to be fast, but it wasn't until much later. The door to the reception room was reopened.

Then, a lady with long curly blond hair and a richly dressed lady walked in through the door.

Her face is very beautiful, her skin is very healthy because she is very well maintained, and her blue eyes are very attentive, and she is quietly looking at herself. However, although she had a smile on her face, she always gave the impression of being looked down upon haughtily, as if she was weighing the young man carefully.

"I'm sorry, sir. I am Madame de Treville, who has asked you to come today. After looking at it, the lady smiled and nodded to Jérôme, "I wanted to come earlier, but the road was delayed by something...... I ask you to forgive me for my mistakes. ”

Hey, how many women in the world are punctual? Jérôme sighed inwardly.

"Madam, it is an honor in itself to be able to meet you." He bowed deeply to Charlotte, "This honor is enough to dispel the uneasiness in my heart. ”

"Oh! That's great! Charlotte clapped her hands, "Then please sit down, don't feel inhibited, or I'll feel guilty." ”

As she had arranged, Jérôme sat down respectfully.

He was very serious and cautious now, even more so than he had ever been when he had seen her husband.

Whether it is his grandmother's instructions or the consistent impression of the world, it tells him a fact - the French have always listened to women, especially beautiful women.

That Mr. Tréville is said to have listened to his wife, and did everything he could to do what her requested. So if you can please this lady and let her help herself, everything will go smoothly.

"You want to go back to France and get back your family status and title, right?" Once he was seated, Charlotte asked, "And, you're asking my husband to help you achieve that?" ”

Yes, ma'am, I ask your husband to help me for this purpose. Moreover, I am grateful that he was able to show his chivalrous spirit to help us in trouble......" The young man replied immediately, "I will never forget the help of the Tréville family......

"Puff ......" After hearing his words, Charlotte couldn't help but laugh, "Sir, if you can return to China, I really have to advise you to have more experience and study in the social arena, and lo and behold, you can't compliment people yet!" ”

Charlotte's teasing made Jérôme Bonaparte's face flush slightly, and he lowered his gaze in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

"Hey, it's nothing, I'm just saying it casually, you don't have to take it personally." Seeing his embarrassment, Charlotte hurriedly waved her hand again, signaling him not to be nervous, "You're right, we do like to help people in trouble, I will persuade my husband to help you, and he is ready to fulfill his promise......"

Charlotte's expression was very sincere, as is usually the case in the social arena, and young people who are new to the social world always take such words seriously, and Jérôme Bonaparte was no exception, so his heart suddenly became hot......

"However, there are some things that we can't pack, and even if we try our best, we may not be able to do it, so I think about it...... I think you can understand that, right? After all, this is no small matter, and my husband has to get involved in the internal affairs of the royal family in order to help you. Charlotte suddenly changed her mind.

What does this mean, the wife thinks that her husband is too messy, so she wants to pass the buck herself? ? Jérôme's heart sank.

"Of course...... I know how difficult the circumstances I am facing now, ma'am. He immediately bowed his head again, and replied earnestly, "I am very grateful that your husband can promise me, and I will not force him to do it...... Only God can judge what is to come. ”

"Gratitude? If it's just for gratitude, why would we take such a risk? Charlotte asked with a smile.

"Madame...... I...... I will do everything in my power to serve your husband and you. Jérôme lowered his head even more, trying to show his humility, "I know it's hard to convince on this alone, but...... Please believe that I am a person of honor, and I can do what I say. ”

"You said you were going to serve me, and no doubt I believe it at this moment." Charlotte was still smiling, not showing any emotional fluctuations, "But let me say a big thing...... Now in France, there are people who want to serve us, and we don't have to take such a big risk to get someone else's service. ”

This implicit contempt made Jérôme's young blood slowly boil.

He didn't want to be looked down upon, even when he asked for it.

"But they are not Bonaparte, and I am!" He suddenly raised his head and looked at the lady with his head held high.

It was true that Madame Tréville was very pretty, and even he felt that Madame Tréville was not inferior to her sister-in-law in terms of beauty, but this lady did not give him the shock and excitement that she had just met her.

Because, in terms of personality, it is still the young lady who is much more lovable. The lady was much more aggressive - one might even say domineering. It's not that she's annoying, but she's still not as amiable as the young lady.

After making a comparison, he realized that the character of that young lady was so valuable among the nobles of the old continent.

Charlotte was slightly taken aback by his sudden performance, but soon laughed again.

"Oh! That's it! After all, he's still a Bonaparte...... Is it supposed to be like this! She clapped her hands lightly suddenly, "Sir, to be honest, your behavior has reassured me a lot!" When His Majesty the Emperor Napoleon first came to Paris, he must have had the same expression as you......"

"I'm glad you were able to compare me to him." Jérôme smiled.

Yes, who can forget the deeds of Napoleon?

Alone in Paris, there is nothing, but it turns out to be a blockbuster and take everything......

God, if only I could have more contact with her...... He couldn't help but fall into reverie again.

"Since you said you want to serve me, please give me a proof." (To be continued......)