Flowers, Swords and France

The center of the capital has entered the highest level of alert at this moment. .The guards, holding weapons one by one, stood or squatted behind the temporary positions as if facing a great enemy, and stared at the front carefully. Behind them was the magnificent palace, the last barrier of the dynasty.

Just behind them, the current King of France came to the balcony with several of his trusted attendants, looking into the distance, looking at his capital.

The hustle and bustle of the city certainly did not escape the ears of this group of people. Although he still maintained his calm on the surface, his Majesty's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly. He did not move, looking into the distance.

It was already evening, and in the distance, fires rose everywhere, making the city much brighter than usual.

In order to see everything more clearly, he opened his eyes wide.

Mobs, countless mobs were rushing towards him, some of them holding torches, and more holding weapons, shouting and roaring as they rushed towards the palace.

From his position, this terrifying frenzy was like a series of fire snakes, rushing towards him with unstoppable momentum. He seemed to see that it had opened its mouth, and its sharp fangs were spreading towards him...

"Down with the king! Long live the French Republic!"

"Hang the tyrant, eliminate the executioner!"

"Execute the current Louis XVI!"

The sound of the waves of the frenzy had reached his ears, like thunder, and like a verdict from heaven. He couldn't see any of the mobs clearly, but it seemed that he had known each of them before...

"Ah!" He subconsciously covered his eyes, and then suddenly fell back. If it weren't for the cleverness of the attendant behind him, he would have fallen to the ground.

There is no doubt that his heart is now filled with anxiety, and... fear, boundless fear.

No one knows the horror better than him. This is a scene he has seen countless times in nightmares. This is a nightmare that has kept the royal families of European countries awake for sixty years.

He was a person who experienced the Terror! He was one of the people who saw the end of Louis XVI!

[On January 21, 1793, Louis XVI was executed by the revolutionary government. At that time, the young Louis Philippe and his father Philippe, a member of the National Assembly, witnessed the execution of the king. 】

"Army! Damn it! Army!" The king, who was supported by someone, looked at the attendant next to him, cursing and shouting in a fierce voice, but sounded weak, "Where is the army? Why haven't they come yet? Didn't anyone send them a message?!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The attendant's voice was a little anxious, and he increased the volume, trying to make His Majesty regain his sanity, "The herald has been sent out, and the army must be mobilized now. Please wait! Don't be anxious! As long as we wait a little longer, these mobs will be crushed into pieces!"

"Not anxious? How can we not be anxious?" His Majesty blurted out, "We will all become victims of the mob!"

"Your Majesty, calm down! Calm down!" The attendant next to him kept persuading the king to stay calm.

The tip of the fire snake was about to touch the garden in front of the palace, it was already there!

Several mobs raised their guns and fired at the vague figure on the balcony of the palace in the distance.

"Bang!" The bullet flew forward with a scream.

…

At such a long distance, no gun in the world could hit the target.

But…it was enough to scare His Majesty the King. The scenes of sixty years ago and sixty years later were entangled and mixed in his mind, almost as one.

He seemed to hear the roar from the existence in the sky.

“You took the Bourbon throne, so you have to face the fate of Bourbon!”

“Ah!” His Majesty the King screamed again, as if he was pricked by a needle, and the servants beside him were so scared that they thought His Majesty the King was hit by a stray bullet.

After confirming that the king was fine, the servants hurriedly pulled His Majesty the King back to the room.

So, His Majesty the King, lying on the bed, still retained a clear consciousness.

“I’m fine, go and call the Prime Minister!” He gave an order.

The Prime Minister had fled to the palace in the afternoon. The Prime Minister's residence had fallen into the hands of the mob after they escaped. When the King heard the news, he was furious, so he had been placed in the waiting room without seeing the King. Now, he finally got the chance.

However, when the Prime Minister came to the audience as ordered, the room fell into a dead silence. The Prime Minister just stood in front of his bed, bowed his head and said nothing, and it seemed that he was not going to speak first. The two people with gloomy faces looked at each other, and they were speechless for a while. This room is in the palace, and the walls and doors are very thick, isolating the deafening shouts outside, and at this moment it actually gave the two people a sense of illusion beyond reality.

Until the end, His Majesty the King spoke dejectedly.

"Sir, do you think we can still make it?"

"No, Your Majesty." The Prime Minister was about to answer so bluntly, but out of pity, the words were replaced by "I don't know, Your Majesty..."

"You don't know?" After hearing this answer, His Majesty the King smiled bitterly, "Then what do you know? Do you know how big a crisis we are facing now? In the face of such a big turmoil, what do you know?"

The Prime Minister didn't answer his words. He was no longer in the mood to compete with the old man to vent his anger. He just felt uninterested and just wanted to rest quickly.

The dynasty is over, completely over. He was well aware of this fact, and felt that His Majesty the King would soon find out as well.

"Then..." A glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in His Majesty the King's eyes, "What do you think we should do now?"

The Prime Minister pondered for a moment, and finally could only give one answer.

"Place your hope in the army, Your Majesty. If the army still supports you, you can survive for the time being..."

"Temporarily?" His Majesty the King heard the word clearly.

"Yes, it's just temporary." The Prime Minister nodded lightly, "Even if the army enters the city and forcibly suppresses all today's riots, everything will not be restored to the way it was before. All we can do for you is It’s just a matter of delaying it for a while, and it won’t last long... Our problem cannot be solved by killing a few mobs, Your Majesty.”

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What's more, the army will not come to suppress it. He added in his mind.

After hearing this answer, His Majesty the King's face twitched again, and then he stared at the Prime Minister closely.

There was another moment of silence.

"Are you still blaming me for not listening to your opinion?" The king spoke again after a while.

"No, I have no right to blame you, Your Majesty." The Prime Minister replied in a low voice, "Besides, you also have your own considerations."

"In other words, you think there is no hope?" His Majesty the King continued to ask.

The Prime Minister lowered his head even further and stopped speaking, but his silence made the answer very obvious.

A flash of anger flashed across the king's eyes.

"What? Do you think I'm finished? No! Never!" he shouted at the Prime Minister, "I will not surrender like this. At least for now, I am still the king and the legal monarch of this country! I can't Just throwing away everything I’ve worked hard for, do you understand?”

He continued to shout, as if he was angrily scolding the Prime Minister, but also as if he was cheering himself up, "My ancestor was also Henry the Great! It was much more difficult for him to get this throne than me, but he was never discouraged! Even if he died, He also died on the throne! Could it be that what the ancestors could do, I couldn't do it? Come as many mobs as you want! I'm not afraid! My army will crush them all into pieces! "

When he was angry, the Prime Minister listened to the king's vent with unusual calmness. He knew this man very well. For this person, this kind of courage is always just a momentary burst. If he really had this kind of courage, he would not be in this situation long ago. Soon, he will understand for himself what happened.

"You are just a dabbler, both you and your father. You want to play a revolutionary but you don't have the courage, you want to play a rebel but you don't have the cruelty! You are a mediocre person who likes to talk but has very few talents. , so ambitious but have no courage ! Danton praised you, but you turned around and fled France; Bourbon tolerated you, but you turned around and destroyed it! You are such a person, but you try your best to act like a great man in front of me, pretending to be like Napoleon. Like..."

He thought of this passage again, and couldn't help but really laugh.

So accurate.

………………

Lucien Leflair stood in the front row of his company, looking at the soldiers in his company who were ready to go.

Under the operation of the Dilion family, he had already found a vacancy and was officially promoted to battalion commander. He had trained hundreds of soldiers in his hands to death, and of course they would obey any of his orders.

He held the command knife and remained silent. The medal was pinned to his chest, shining brightly. The soldiers all stood in a neat queue with their heads held high, looking at him with eager eyes, waiting for his orders.

The messengers from the palace had already arrived at the military camp in the afternoon, and everything that happened in Paris had reached their ears.

The regiment had been mobilized urgently, and all the soldiers had been assembled. Weapons and baggage were quickly allocated from the warehouse. In just one or two hours, the entire regiment was ready to depart according to past training. Preparation for entering the city.

However... several hours passed, and the army still did not move, and the officers of the regiment still did not issue an order to enter the city to clear out the mob.

"Are we going to suppress the people?" Lieutenant Tulay's shouts still echoed in his ears. "Have we forgotten our oath?"

"No, we haven't forgotten!" Everyone replied at the same time.

His waiting was not in vain. A moment later, the sound of horse hooves sounded in his ears. His undisclosed father-in-law, Viscount Dillion, finally arrived. (To be continued.)