“She gently stretched her hand into the flowers and pinched a bright red rose, a gift from Duke Schwarzer after returning from the Netherlands.

The tiny spikes on the stem of the rose pierced into her hands, and she was unaware of it.

Breaking the stem, she picked up the bright red rose, and the thin drops of blood fell from the stems, giving the earth a bright red moisturizing.

The rose was gently sent to the fresh red lips, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether it was a flower or a redder lips. After savoring the fragrance of the morning dew, she recalled those blurry and intoxicating scenes.

An unhappy childhood, when I was nineteen, I entered the court, the favor of the king, the banquet of the palace, the glorious ceremony, scenes flashed in front of her eyes like a lantern, and then disappeared into the boundless void, what I wanted to forget and remember, disappeared into the endless void. What was the end of that void? Is the Almighty Father waiting for him?

The memories gradually dissipated, and she looked at the rising sun from afar, and the red glows and bright red roses were entangled in front of her eyes, gradually becoming inseparable.

It's almost the last time? She thought to herself.

The end is coming, yes, no one can escape this end, everything will be here to nothingness.

A smile gradually emerged on this slightly withered face due to illness, but the rebirth of the pale face made red clouds appear on its pale face.

She picked up her last thoughts, looked up at the blue sky, and then...

Everything comes to nothingness.”

[Duke Schwarsel was a famous minister in the era of Louis XV. With the help of Louis XV's favorite Marquis Pompadou, he entered politics. He was finally named Duke for his merits. He also served as a foreign minister, a minister of navy, and a minister of army. He was powerful in the era of Louis XV.]

Shire wrote quickly and was preparing to finish the ending of the book tonight. Blue Stockings had already urged her several times. If she didn't submit the manuscript, she would probably come to the door to urge her to update.

In order to give this book a beautiful ending, Charles has been thinking about it several times recently, but he has never come up with a good enough ending. He is still not satisfied with the one he wrote today.

Recently, readers' tastes are becoming more and more savvy. If you only end with a fooling plot, it will be difficult to make money from them in the future, so you have to end it with a beautiful ending.

Should we be more literary or focus on sensationalism? The more Shire thinks about it, the more he feels a headache.

Charles looked up at the wall clock in the study and it was almost twelve o'clock.

Forget it, think about it tomorrow, it's so late... He yawned gently.

Just as he stood up and was about to turn off the lights and leave, a soft knock on the door of the study room sounded.

"Who?" Charles asked softly, then got up and opened the door.

Fran walked in in his pajamas and a cup of coffee.

"Fran, why aren't you sleeping?" Charles asked softly.

"I think you're still here at this time, so you should be a little tired, right?" My sister looked at her brother, "so I made a cup of coffee for you to refresh myself."

"Oh, thank you so much!" Charles took the hot coffee cup and put it next to the desk.

His nose suddenly became a little sore.

How long has it been since this girl been so considerate?

Did it start two years ago or a year ago? I can't remember it.

"Thank you, but you'd better go to bed quickly." Charles looked at his sister affectionately.

Fran's reaction was a little unusual. Her eyes were floating, and she was swimming on her brother, with a rare hesitation and slight silence on her face.

"Thank you..." the girl with a slightly red face suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Charles was a little surprised and felt relieved after a moment. "Miss Leoran is back today?"

"Yes." Fran nodded slightly. "She is back for class today, but she has been thanking me. I told her that you helped her..."

"I think she knows it." Charle replied lightly. "Okay, it's already a thing of the past, nothing to mention. How is she now?"

Charles didn't tell Fran about the transaction of 300,000.

"She is now renting a house outside and living alone. After all, if something happens, she doesn't want to live with those families anymore..." Fran's eyes were still a little wandering. "Hey, how did the family become like this? It's all the fault of money!"

"My dear, how could money be wrong?" Charles straightened his face, "It is people who make mistakes, it is people's greed. After doing despicable things, people even blame their sins on money. Isn't that even more despicable?"

"Okay," Fran lowered his head.

"However, since I have a chance today, I happen to have something to talk to you." Shire remembered something.

"What?"

"Your friend is not as pure and flawless as you think." Charles stared at his sister, "on the contrary, this is an extremely smart lady. I knew from the first glance of reading the letter. She wrote that way to stimulate your sympathy and then induce you to help her."

Fran continued to lower his head.

"You are kind-hearted, this is a good thing, and I'm not blaming you. But if you think everyone is kind-hearted, this is a big fool, and it will cause you to suffer a great loss." Charles told his sister softly, then picked up the coffee and took a sip. "But fortunately, you have an older brother, and he will do his best to help you avoid those reefs."

Fran still lowered his head.

Charles regretted it a little, why should he tell her this? He watched secretly, and wouldn't he just take action when he saw something wrong?

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not..."

"I know." Fran, who had been lowering his head, suddenly whispered. "I've always known it."

"Um?"

"I know..." Fran raised his head and looked at her brother with a smile. "Mary wrote this letter and said she was so pitiful. She wanted to arouse my sympathy and let me save her..."

"From the actual situation, her goal seems to have been achieved." Charles answered calmly.

"Yes, maybe I was moved and used by her words, and she achieved her goal for her desperately..." Fran's smile added an unknown meaning, "But, what would happen if I ignored it at that time... She was in such an environment and could still think of me, she believed that I would help her... Sir, how could I ignore it at that time?"

"That's true," Charles nodded, "This lady doesn't bring much money, and the number of times she can buy people is quite limited, so it's very important to choose the recipient. She can think of you at the first time... she has some vision."

"You said she can be scheming, but when she reaches her point, what sins will she be? What will fate do if she is scheming? If her brother can help her, why should she work so hard on herself?" Fran raised her head and argued for her friends, "It's fate that forced us to do this."

Shire looked at his slightly excited sister and suddenly realized that what she said made sense. He nodded, "You are right, not every girl has a responsible brother." Then, he took another sip of coffee.

His self-proclaimed made Fran angry.

"Not every brother tells my sister some boring truths every day." She puffed up her cheeks.

"Haha...Okay..." Charles laughed, "Well, let's not talk about such boring things anymore. Your brother is so confused now..."

"Ah..." Fran sneezes suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Charles was surprised, and then looked carefully at his sister who was wearing only thin cashmere pajamas. "If you're so thin, don't stay outside for a long time. Go back to bed quickly!"

"Okay." Fran agreed to his brother's request, then turned around and left.

After his sister left, Charles continued to sit at the desk and continued to conceive. After a moment, he still felt his mind was in a mess and could not come up with inspiration.

Alas, it’s better to go to bed early. In the end, Shire, who had exhausted his mind, chose to give up.

He finished the last remaining coffee, then turned off the lights and paced back to his bedroom.

Maybe it was because of the excessive use of my brain today, or maybe it was because of that cup of coffee that after lying down on the bed, Charles still couldn't fall asleep, and his mind kept thinking about the ending.

Words roll in the mind, constantly combining and breaking, and lines flashed through my mind.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and a few lines that were combined in the last flashed in front of me. If so...

Yes! Yes! That's it!

Regardless of his physical fatigue, Charles quickly got up and got out of bed to go to the study, preparing to record the ending he had made for his new idea.

In order not to disturb others, he picked up the candlestick, then gently walked down the stairs and walked towards the study.

However, when Charles gently opened the door of the study, he saw a scene that might be unforgettable for the rest of his life.

His sister, Fran, was sitting on his chair, reading the manuscript he had just written intently, her face red and seemed to be dripping blood, her blue eyes were covered with a cloud of mist, and there seemed to be traces of tears passing by the corners of her eyes.

This! How could this happen!

Charles was roaring inside.

As a great and glorious time traveler, it was always a shame for Charles to write such women who fought to sell money to the palace, so he was always secretive of his sister and others and never mentioned it. Moreover, his sister never seemed to care about what she was writing, no, and never asked once.

He never expected that he would see such a scene today.

"Uh..." The huge impact made Charles exclaim.

After a moment his consciousness returned and then stopped exclaiming.

But it's too late.

Hearing the sound, Fran raised his head and found that his brother was opening his eyes wide and looking at him with disbelief.

She was stunned, and the red clouds on her face instantly faded away, leaving only pale like fat.

"Uh..." Charles didn't know what to say, and looked at his sister awkwardly.

It took him a moment to say a word. "Good evening..."

At a speed of hundreds of times faster than the disappearance, the red cloud once again covered her sister's face, and tears seemed to gather in her eyes again.

"Sorry... sorry... I don't know you are... Actually I..." Charles didn't know what he was saying, just kept saying, "If... If... If... But..."

"You are satisfied now!" The sister stood up, her tone was so intense and stern that Charles felt that she had never heard of it before.

"This..." Charles still didn't know what to say, but in the end he finally thought, "Go to bed early, don't be cold... OK..."

"You are satisfied now!" The look of looking at a dirty canvas returned to Fran's eyes. The blue flame seemed to burn everything.

Suddenly, she rushed out the door at a rapid speed, and even Charles couldn't dodge her shoulder and was hit. "I'm going to sleep! Don't bother me!"

Charles looked at the messy desk in a daze, his mind blank.

After a while, he suddenly remembered the purpose of coming to the study again.

Damn, I forgot what I was thinking before!

His brain hurts again.

Forget it, go back to sleep.

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