Flowers, Swords and France

When Kong Ze came to the palace in accordance with the instructions of his superiors, it was already early in the morning. .Like his boss, he was awakened from his deep sleep. The difference was that it was not a messenger from the palace who woke him up, but a servant of his superior.

Due to his status, he obviously could not enter the palace directly. He could only wait outside the gate, while the guards who were facing a formidable enemy stared at everyone, and the atmosphere was both depressing and tense.

After waiting for a while, the minister came to the palace gate with a group of people, and then said something to the guard, so that he could enter, and then followed the minister and others.

Not wanting to seize this rare opportunity to enjoy the scenery in the palace, Kong Ze directly asked the minister what happened.

"I don't know much more about this than you do," the minister shook his head slowly, "I just know that everything is in such a mess, and I need you to get it back on track."

Kong Ze was stunned for a moment by the minister's sudden foul language. Then he glanced around and found that everyone had extremely solemn expressions. He felt the seriousness of the matter even more.

"How is your Majesty now?" Kong Ze asked boldly, regardless of whether he had overstepped his bounds.

"Fortunately," the minister certainly knew what he was worried about. "I have just met with His Majesty. Although he was indeed injured a little, he is still in good health and is very conscious."

And too sober. The minister said something else in his mind.

"Great!" Kong Ze beamed with joy after hearing the news.

"Although His Majesty was fortunately spared from the vicious assassination by the rebels under God's care, it does not mean that these lawless rebels do not need to be punished." The minister said coldly, "Mr. Kong Ze, it depends on you Yes. Now an assassin has been captured alive. , and those guests are still staying in the palace, you will have the opportunity to help His Majesty the King to ask who is planning this assassination, and... whether there are any remnants of the assassins in the palace, Or are there any other rebels among the guests?”

This is the opportunity! Kong Ze's eyes widened. He felt that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and he was extremely excited for a moment.

He even had the thought in his mind, "It's a great thing that His Majesty was assassinated!" Of course, he would never dare to say such a rebellious thought.

However, the minister quickly poured some cold water on his spirit.

"But, Mr. Kongze, this does not mean that you can do whatever you want."

"What do you mean?" Kong Ze asked hurriedly.

"There is not much time left for you. You must..." The minister took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and then made a rough estimate. "You have 30 hours to discover the truth, otherwise you will be in trouble."

"Why?" Kong Ze was even more surprised.

"Why? Isn't this obvious?" The minister smiled sarcastically, "Don't you know who Prince Jourville invited today? They are all rich and powerful, or children of famous families, and some are even in the market None of the big businessmen in the exchange are ordinary people. So what can we do? Do we have to detain everyone here and not let them leave until everything is clear? Do you know this? What does it mean?"

"But..." Kong Ze wanted to say something else.

"There's nothing to worry about. Your mission is to dig out the rebels who may be hiding in the shortest possible time. The sooner the better. In fact, there are some people inside and we have to let them go home within a few hours. Otherwise there will be a storm in the city tomorrow, rumors will spread on the exchange, and everything will go into chaos." The minister replied angrily, "I understand that you don't want to condone any rebellion, but sometimes we have to be practical, Mr. Kong Ze. ”

Seeing that his boss seemed a little angry, Kong Ze no longer dared to dwell on this issue and quickly nodded in agreement.

"Besides, those important people are all favored by the king and have benefited from the government for many years. They would not think of betraying the court." The minister continued to give instructions, "They, and the women, if not If there is a problem, put it back as soon as possible... to avoid greater impact."

Don't powerful people and women with surnames definitely want to kill the king? Kong Ze laughed in his heart, but the minister must also understand this truth. Since he said so, it would be fine if he did not have to take responsibility.

"Remember, everything must be done as soon as possible, otherwise the trouble will get bigger and bigger. Although only a few people know about it now," the minister nodded slightly, and then shrugged, "But it won't take long before all of France will know it." I know, if we can’t give the people an answer at that time, the consequences will be more serious than the assassination itself, and the impact will be worse than a conspiracy. Do you understand?”

Kong Ze understood the minister's hint - no matter what, let's give an explanation to the people first to appease people's hearts and avoid causing turmoil. Later, we can slowly investigate.

After seeing Kong Ze's already understanding expression, the minister nodded again. "In addition, there is another request for your investigation."

Kong Ze continued to lower his head, waiting for the minister's instructions.

"What happened today is related to His Highness the Prince anyway. After today, there will definitely be some rumors against the Prince. You must resolutely put an end to it and never let any rumors harm His Highness the Prince's reputation and His Majesty's respect for him." Trust, do you understand?" The minister's tone was harsher than before, and it was obvious that this was what he was more concerned about, "This is not just what I mean, but what that person means."

Kong Ze quickly understood who that person was.

"I understand!" He quickly stood up again and shouted loudly.

The excitement just now was gone. He realized that what he had to deal with this time was actually not a criminal case, but a political incident. It could only be handled through political means, and there was really very little he could do. Those big shots, including His Majesty the King himself, were more concerned about not the King's assassination itself.

Sure enough, he didn't have the talent to be a politician, he sighed in his heart again.

After seeing that Kong Ze had understood his instructions, the minister finally felt relieved. He then pointed to a middle-aged man dressed as a courtier next to him, "This is Mr. Dilion, he is your Majesty." There is a secretary who is very familiar with the situation in the court. You will get his cooperation. If you don't understand anything, just ask him. "

The word he used was "cooperate", which obviously implied that the main person responsible was Kong Ze himself. After hearing this, Kong Ze felt much better.

After being introduced, Mr. Dillion nodded to Kongze with a smile. Even at this time, the palace minister was still graceful.

"Okay," Kongze agreed again, and then without wasting time, he turned directly to look at the courtier, "Mr. Dillion, I need the entire guest list, and I also need you to explain the matter to me in detail. What happened, can I spare your time?”

"Of course." Mr. Dilion nodded again, his smile unchanged, as if he didn't care about this arrangement at all.

………………

There was dead silence, a dead silence that lasted for a long time.

Since the assassination incident was calmed down, the entire banquet hall has fallen into a dead silence. Although the guests are basically still in this hall (except for one person, of course), there is no longer the noisy and noisy atmosphere just now. .

A group of guards stood in the hall, watching everyone vigilantly. Everyone was sitting or standing, but basically lowered their heads and said nothing. Only some ladies who were frightened in their eyes were still sobbing softly.

Charles sat on a chair in the corner, looking very calm. He still held Charlotte's hand, fearing that she might suddenly act foolishly. Although Charlotte sitting next to him kept glaring at him and tried to withdraw her hand countless times, he held it very tightly, so Charlotte's attempts could only end in failure.

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A few hours have passed, but no one has come. What's going on? People were secretly speculating in their hearts whether His Majesty the King was alive or dead.

Charles didn't think too much about this issue in his mind. He was more thinking about what to do next and making various plans for the future.

Suddenly, he found someone staring at him, so he turned his head. Soon, he discovered that the eyes were coming from two people from one family - surprisingly, they were Baron Beauvain and his son. The family had been sitting together after the chaos.

Although they were both staring at him, and both were equally full of anger, Ciel clearly felt that the two people had completely different priorities.

The young master Bowen was staring at his own hands, while the Baron Bowen was staring at himself, completely ignoring Charlotte next to him.

Charles ignored the jealousy of the young Master Bowang and turned to look at the Baron Bowang.

At this moment, Baron Beauvain seemed very angry, not because the king was assassinated, but because he did not know anything about it in advance - he had already determined that it was Charles and others who did it.

"Look at the good things you have done!" His eyes were full of questioning, as if he was breathing fire.

Charles shook his head slightly, then looked back at the Baron calmly. "It wasn't us, absolutely not."

The baron frowned slightly, obviously still not convinced.

But Ciel kept looking at each other calmly.

Baron Beauvain stared at Charles, as if he wanted to see through him. Until finally, he seemed to believe Charles a little, and he pointed to the medal on his body.

He was obviously implying, "Come back to my house and explain this to me. I don't believe you know anything!"

Ciel nodded slightly.

After receiving Charles's answer, the big banker finally felt a lot better. He looked away and never looked at Charles again.

Just when everyone in the hall had become very anxious, the door suddenly opened and a courtier walked in quickly.

"Your Majesty, everything is well, please rest assured!" He walked to the door and shouted directly.

The atmosphere in the hall immediately relaxed, and everyone seemed to be relieved.

"Thank God!" some even shouted.

Of course, there is one person who will never be happy.

That man pinched Ciel's hand and drew blood. (To be continued.)