Flowers, Swords and France

Chapter 163: Passing and the New Year

One night later it will be the New Year, and the whole city is lit up with lights and noisy in preparation for the arrival of the New Year. Although it was already late at night, there were still people on the street and it was a bustling atmosphere.

However, at this time, the Tuileries Palace did not have the relaxed and festive atmosphere outside at all. Instead, it fell into a gloomy and tense atmosphere. Everyone was walking around in a hurry with nervous faces, and there were few even conversations.

There is only one reason. The king's sister, Ms. Adelaide, is terminally ill. According to the doctors' judgment, it is very likely that she will not survive tonight.

The king had already come to her bedroom, preparing to say his final farewell to her, while a large group of royals - their descendants - were waiting outside the door sadly, nervously or indifferently, waiting for the last moment to come.

Even though she knew she was about to die, Ms. Adelaide was not nervous or afraid. She just lay quietly in her bedroom, waiting for the last moment to arrive.

"Adelaide..." His Majesty the King sat next to her, held her hand tightly, and kept mumbling to himself, but did not say any formed sentences, he just kept calling. His own sister seemed to want to call her back from the hands of death like this, "Adelaide...oh my god...oh my god..."

Ms. Adelaide's quiet thoughts were broken by the king's call. She turned her eyes and saw her brother next to her.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..." She smiled slightly, as if she didn't know her situation, "I can no longer accompany you to the end."

"Adelaide, don't leave, we still need you!" His Majesty the King shouted in a deep voice.

"How can we not leave? Who can disobey God's will?" The lady shook her head slightly and smiled again, "We can't escape such a day. In fact, it is not for us to survive until now. Already very lucky? Your Majesty, I have nothing to regret, fate does not owe me anything, so I can accept this result calmly... I am just worried about you, Your Majesty..."

After hearing these touching words, His Majesty the King choked up and held his sister's hand tightly. "Where can I find this kind of loyalty in the future?"

"If you still appreciate my loyalty, then please listen to my advice. Every time I advise you like this, you always refuse to listen, but even so I still have to say... Your Majesty, despite the unrest outside There will be less complaints against you, but you still have the opportunity to become a kind and virtuous monarch. It's not too late yet. , I firmly believe so." The lady looked at the king expectantly, as she had always done, "And since we have become the royal family of France, we have the obligation to lead our subjects towards a bright future, don't you? I will treat your subjects well and become a wise king..."

His Majesty the King nodded heavily. No matter what request the other party made at this moment, he would only nod, right? As for whether he took this "pedantic view" seriously, God knows.

Maybe he couldn't escape for one day after all... After looking at her brother's expression, the lady not only lamented in her heart.

The endless care and bond in her heart made her speak again.

"Your Majesty, I have one more request."

"Say it, say it... Adelaide, I promise you!" His Majesty the King almost shouted in reply, the heart-wrenching pain causing his voice to change its tone.

"If, if...if after I pass, fate imposes disaster on our family again, please don't lose hope, please take care of yourself and live well! I will be there to bless you, may God Bless you!"

There was not much strength left, so she squeezed her brother's hand.

"If everything is irreversible, you must take good care of yourself, please promise me!"

His Majesty the King nodded repeatedly, perhaps not hearing what she was saying.

Enough is enough, the time has come and it will all be over.

She looked up at the ceiling and suddenly found that it had become a void, as if it was connected to the sky.

Then, she withdrew her gaze, looked at her brother next to her, and then forced herself to smile again with the little strength she had left. Even at this moment of farewell, Ms. Adelaide still responded so indifferently.

"I can wait there for a long time, don't rush to come to me..."

After saying these last instructions, she gently closed her eyes.

At first, His Majesty the King thought that the lady was just closing her eyes and concentrating. It was not until a minute later that he understood what had happened.

"ah……!"

His Majesty the King stood up and sighed. The horrifying roar of a tigress in the jungle when she saw her cubs being snatched away would not be as shrill and terrifying as the king's cry at this moment! What God takes away from him is no less valuable.

The enraged His Majesty the King suddenly stood up like a tiger with its front paws off the ground, and then cast a blazing look like thunder in the sky at the doctor next to him, which made them all shudder.

Then, as if he finally understood what had happened, he fell down on the cot again, his legs stretched forward, his head leaning heavily on the back of the chair, his hands hanging down, his face pale and his eyes dull, as if he was about to faint. look.

The imperial doctor next to him saw his appearance and quickly gathered around him.

"Go away! Go away!" The Supreme Being stretched out his hand and severely scolded these people, "You incompetent guys! Get away! You will never know what we have lost..."

He suddenly covered his face with his hands, and a few tears slowly fell from his eyes.

"Oh God...Oh God, what have I lost..."

In this way, on the evening of December 31, 1847, as the New Year was approaching, Lady Adelaide, the only living sister of the King of France, bid farewell to this world in a dignified way.

Not being able to live until the new year is indeed a misfortune, but it also avoids the need to see the collapse of the Orleans Dynasty soon. In the final analysis, is this luck or misfortune?

Maybe this is indeed luck.

………………

At this moment, the Marquis Treville family is also preparing to welcome the arrival of the New Year.

Although the old Marquis went to bed early due to old age and lack of energy, brother and sister Charles and Fran never went to bed. Instead, they stayed in the small reception room together, waiting for the arrival of the New Year's bell.

However, compared with the traditional habits of every year in the past, the two brothers and sisters have one more project this year - Ciel semi-forced his sister to the opposite side of the chessboard, wanting to play a few serious games with her, using this interesting way to welcome the new year. After dinner, the two brothers and sisters ran here and played chess until late at night.

"General!" Charles raised the chess piece, took a step forward, shouted softly, then raised his head and looked at Fran, "I heard that Ms. Adelaide is very ill now?"

"Yes." Fran nodded slightly, with a sad expression, and then took a step forward.

Fran only came back a week before Christmas, after staying at the court for a while at Lady Adelaide's invitation to spend some time with the lady to relieve her boredom.

"Hey, that's really pitiful!" Charles sighed in a low voice.

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Because he only met the lady once, Ciel had no feelings for her at all. His sigh was just the ordinary sigh when an elder person he knew was about to die.

Fran didn't say anything anymore, she just raised the chess piece and continued to play chess with Ciel.

While walking, Fran suddenly felt some pain in her chest when she reached an intense place.

"Flan, what's wrong?" Charles stopped walking when he saw this, and then asked with concern, "Is it too much mental effort? Then don't stop now... I'm sorry for forcing you to come here... "

"No, I'm fine, I just felt a little uncomfortable suddenly." Fran shook her head and prepared to continue walking.

Suddenly, in the flickering candlelight and shadows, Fran seemed to have an illusion in her eyes. She seemed to see someone smiling at her across the way. That's Ms. Adelaide!

For some reason, Fran suddenly felt a sore nose.

In a daze, she felt that the lady's smile was reserved and concerned, as if she had been asking a question.

"Will you really live up to your words and never abandon your brother, helping him when he is down and staying ordinary when he is powerful? Will you really be willing to take risks for the prosperity of the Treville family? Can you really bear all the risks and hardships?”

With her heart agitated, Fran couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes.

"Yes." She replied softly.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

"Fran, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his sister's performance, Charles was shocked and reached out his hand to gently shake her shoulders, "What happened?"

Fran slowly woke up from the hallucination. She looked up at her brother. He was panicking because of her. He had always been so concerned about her.

"I'm fine." Fran smiled, tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes, but this smile was filled with pure joy.

"Is it really okay?" Charles was still a little worried.

"It's really okay," Fran picked up a handkerchief and wiped her tears, then picked up the chess pieces again, "Come on, let's finish the game!"

Ciel continued to stare at her until he confirmed that nothing was wrong, then he nodded.

"Okay, if it's really okay, then let's continue." Then he sighed again, "But I really didn't expect that you are so powerful! You are indeed my sister. Why did you always think about hiding your clumsiness in the first place? Woolen cloth!"

"Because...because it's not needed now." Fran replied with no meaning.

"Dong..." "Dong..." "Dong..."

The New Year's bell has arrived.

"Happy New Year!" The two brothers and sisters congratulated each other.

Just like that, 1848 came. (To be continued.)

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