Flowers, Swords and France

"Don't even think about it!"

Charlotte's pale face was full of anger, but she became even more angry because she had to suppress herself. .His words gave Charles an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Looking at her tense face, Charles smiled sarcastically. "Really?"

"Why?" His smile made Charlotte even more angry, but her face was still very calm.

Charlotte just looked at Charles quietly, her golden hair shining in the candlelight, her eyes were stern and inviolable, with infinite determination, and seemed to be burning with a fire.

"Isn't this a good thing for you? Why do you come to get in the way?" She asked harshly.

In front of such a stern Charlotte, Charles was actually a little distracted at that moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "What if I say it's not a good thing?"

"Why?" Charlotte's eyes became even sharper.

"For many things." Charles answered vaguely, and then slowed down his breath. "In short, Charlotte, I have never asked you for anything in my life, and I have tried my best to help you when you were in trouble. So... so just this time, I ask you to give up this stupid idea, okay?"

Charlotte was a little overwhelmed by Charles' sudden plea.

The man in front of her had never said a few soft words to her for many years, nor had he asked for anything. He helped her without hesitation when she was in danger. He even said to her, "I can't sit back and watch you fall into the abyss. Even if the price is to fill the abyss with other people's bodies as a stepping stone for you, I will pull you out."

But at this moment, he asked her for one thing with an extremely earnest look, just one thing.

But... this is not something that can be given up just because someone begged, at least not for Charlotte.

After just one or two seconds of hesitation, Charlotte regained her firmness. She looked at Charles with clear eyes, and her answer was very simple and could not be changed.

"No."

After hearing this decisive answer, Charles finally couldn't help getting angry.

"Charlotte, I'm telling you clearly, you're going crazy! Do you think this can change anything? You're so naive! You say I'm in the way, but I want to tell you that you're the one who's in the way! Just relying on your foolish fantasies, you want to destroy my dream? Don't even think about it!"

"Sorry, Charles, I can agree to anything else, but not this." In front of the excited Charles, Charlotte was very calm.

"Then there's nothing I can do." Charles sighed softly.

"Stop!" Charlotte suddenly shouted, stopping Charles from approaching without a trace. "Don't come over!"

Charlotte had to stop.

Although both of them deliberately lowered their voices, this kind of quarrel would certainly attract some strange sights from the side. If the quarrel continued, I'm afraid someone would come to intervene.

Seeing this, Charlotte quickly suppressed her emotions and looked at Charles coldly.

"Do you think you can change anything by coming here? I've already told you that my mind won't change. If you want to report me, you can shout it out now. Go ahead! I want to see if you have the courage! If you don't dare, then stay here honestly and don't let yourself get hurt accidentally. What do you think? What do you want to choose?"

Charles couldn't help but frown slightly.

It was expected that Charlotte would be very emotional, but apart from that, she was surprisingly calm. She saw Charles' embarrassment, and she knew that Charles certainly couldn't shout out loud, so she was fearless.

"Huh. Don't dare?" After seeing Charles silent, Charlotte's mouth corners slightly turned up, revealing a faint sneer, "Then stand here honestly! Goodbye."

After saying this, she turned around and left directly.

It seems that everything can't be saved by words. Charles silently watched Charlotte's back as she slowly left. If he tried to hold her back now, he would be dragged out of the hall because he didn't dare to explain anything. No, at least not now.

But, in any case, being able to find the other party's trace is better than anything else. He looked at Charlotte's back coldly, thinking.

As time went by, Prince Julesville talked less and less with the guests. He looked at his pocket watch with subtle eyes several times, obviously waiting for the moment when his father would appear. Of course, he would not have thought that at this time, a shadow that wanted to put his family to death was covering the entire hall.

The banquet had reached its climax at this moment. While people were chatting and enjoying the meal, they were all looking forward to the attendance of the last person. Charles quietly hid himself in a corner and carefully observed everything around him.

Suddenly, he found that his sister also appeared, following Ms. Adelaide, sitting far away by the wall opposite him. There were some painting tools beside her, and it was obvious that she would start working soon. But at this moment, her mind was obviously not on the painting, but looking around as if she was looking for something. Her face seemed a little anxious, and she turned back from time to time to talk to Ms. Adelaide.

Charles certainly understood what she was looking for, but at this moment he could only choose to continue hiding in the crowd.

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The passage of time will not be diverted by anyone's will, and finally, the clock hand reached that moment.

"His Majesty the King has arrived!" With the clear shout of the master of ceremonies, the entire hall fell silent almost at that moment.

People exchanged glances of "Finally here!" and quickly made way for the approaching King.

So many powerful and wealthy people, nobles, all fell silent and quickly lined up on both sides, leaving a path in the middle for the Supreme to pass through. This is the power brought by power. Even if some of these people - or even a large part - have long been alienated from the dynasty, when the King came out, the power of power still made them have to stand still and keep silent.

Power, what an intoxicating thing!

Even Charles couldn't help looking towards the gate, secretly looking forward to the arrival of that moment.

He had never seen this famous figure in his life, and there was always a hint of expectation in his heart.

The door of the hall slowly opened. The current King of France stood in the middle of the door, looking at everyone in the hall expressionlessly, as if trying to convey the majesty of the head of a country to everyone in this way.

He was wearing the uniform of the commander of the National Guard as usual. The gold ribs on the black uniform reflected the dazzling light. On the right shoulder of the uniform, he had a red ribbon, and on his left chest, the Grand Cross Knight Medal of the French Legion of Honor shone brightly. Even a man like Charles who had evil intentions had to admit that the king was handsome.

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Although he was seventy-five years old, most of his hair was still black or brown, with only a few white spots on his temples. He didn't have many wrinkles on his face, and his face looked very energetic. Just looking at this face, who would have thought that the King had been ill many times in the past few years?

Under the focus of everyone's attention, His Majesty the King took his time to look around the hall and nodded slightly.

Then, under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, almost everyone - including Charles himself - shouted at the same time, "Long live His Majesty the King!"

The cheers echoed throughout the hall, instantly breaking the silence just now.

The king nodded gently again, as if he was very satisfied with people's reactions.

Yes, he was really happy at this moment.

The road of life has reached this peak, what else can he regret in this life?

He followed his father to speculate in the Great Revolution, and then abandoned his father and fled France after the Great Revolution intensified, watching his father walk to the guillotine soon after.

After Napoleon's fall, he returned to France. In the court of the restored Bourbon dynasty, he, the son of a traitor, carefully flattered and courted the returning King Louis XVIII, and tried every means to please the king. In the end, he made the Bourbon royal family, who had suffered so much in the revolution, forget the betrayal of his father and son, and returned the title, the property of the Orleans family, and the reputation to him.

Then, after waiting for fifteen years, he finally achieved his goal in the July Revolution of 1830, seized the throne of the Bourbon royal family, and completed the forty-year achievement of two generations of father and son.

All this, what is it for?

For what, two generations can endure so much suffering, pay so much hardship, be willing to lose all dignity, and abandon all morality?

It is for this moment!

It is for this tsunami-like "Long live His Majesty the King!", this is everything!

All the price paid for this is worth it at this moment.

At least, in the heart of His Majesty, it is all worth it.

The cheers have not stopped for a long time, but His Majesty seems to be deaf to them. He just smiled and walked forward slowly, followed by several attendants.

He looked straight ahead, at the magnificent throne at the deepest part of the hall. Apart from that, there was nothing else in his eyes. The rich and powerful people and the children of the nobles on both sides were completely non-existent in his eyes, and could only serve as the background of the throne.

The long carpet, which was laid all the way from the door to the bottom of the throne, was bright red, as if it was dyed with donated blood.

No! This is dyed with donated blood!

Forty years of **, forty years of hard work, forty years of endless bleeding, the blood and tears of countless people finally paved the way for the Orleans family to the throne.

What carpet could be redder than this?

He walked forward slowly, towards the throne that belonged only to him. (To be continued.)