Flowers, Swords and France

The news that "His Majesty the King has been frightened and replaced the Prime Minister in order to seek peace with the people" spread among the rebels who were besieging the palace in an instant, including Charles who was among the revolutionary masses. .

Unlike others, when he heard the news, he did not have much cheering emotion, but still quietly looked at the palace in the distance, slowly thinking in his mind about "what will happen next".

He is now resting against a tree on a small piece of land seized by his own people, looking at the palace in the distance.

According to the original historical trajectory, after Guizot's prime ministership was replaced by Count Molay on February 23, the rebels still insisted on demanding the abolition of the dynasty. After seeing that the army and the National Guard had refused to abdicate the rioters, King Louis-Philippe, who had struggled for several days, finally fell into despair, and announced his abdication on the 24th.

And now, judging from the current situation, this historical trajectory, at least here, will not be much different from the previous historical line. That is to say... the opening scene of the great storm that swept across Europe in 1848 - the February Revolution in France - has ended with great fanfare. Next, inspired by the thunder from France, other countries on the European continent will set off storms one by one, and the rolling tide will sweep from west to east, from Berlin to Vienna to Warsaw...

However, what he did not expect was that this revolution unfolded in a form that was not recorded in the history textbooks of his previous life, and he had never thought of it.

He could not help but look at his hands, which were now covered with dust and sweat, and one hand tightly grasped the cane that had been used as a command knife before.

It was these hands that swung the cane with a completely different position from the poor, allowing their people to shoot at the guards of the dynasty mercilessly, and their purpose was also completely different from that of these insurgents, and even completely opposite.

Can this kind of revolution still be considered a revolution? He couldn't help asking himself again in his heart.

He couldn't think of an answer.

However, this confusion and questioning only lingered in his mind for less than a few seconds, and Charles let them disappear. He held his cane tightly and frowned as he looked at the Swiss Guards in the distance.

Instead of thinking about this meaningless question, it is better to think about how to deal with these guards later. This is the last barrier of the palace. If these——they will end up like Louis XVI who was captured in the palace that year.

However, this is not because he is worried about these Swiss Guards. In fact, these guards have no intention of fighting.

They use flower beds or temporary fortifications as shelters. They don’t seem to have the courage and determination to use lines and head-on attacks against the mob, but hide behind and cower. Their eyes flickered, and they didn’t even dare to look at the black mob in front of them. Obviously, after a day of confrontation, they realized that they might no longer get reinforcements and could only face these countless mobs alone. The morale of these guards has been exhausted to the point where it can’t be worse.

It is really ironic that these foreign mercenaries, who may have no fighting spirit and will, have become the last loyal guards left by the King of France...

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help laughing.

To be honest, the palace can still hold on until now, mainly because the mobs are just groups acting independently, without a unified command system, so no one has the courage to lead a small group of people to rush towards so many people alone. Otherwise, if the siege of the palace is a tight organization system, with such a huge difference in numbers, I am afraid that one day would have been enough to capture the palace.

However, King Louis Philippe's last good fortune is probably coming to an end.

Just now, some leaders of the insurgents have gathered together privately to discuss something, and Charles has also been invited. I am afraid that they are discussing launching a general attack on the palace.

So...how long can you hold on? Mr. Louis-Philippe de Orleans-Bourbon? Looking at the palace, Charles asked silently.

Your era is over, but this is good news for France and me. However, even so, you are not without contribution, nor even a villain who is unforgivable. You just have to leave on a certain day... We will eventually take over the country you left behind, and I will make it stronger than you ever thought possible.

So... May you rest in peace two years later!

[Louis-Philippe went to England after abdicating, and finally died in Surrey, England on August 26, 1850. ]

"Charles, it's you!" A greeting interrupted his thoughts.

The voice was strangely familiar.

He looked back and found Charlotte, dressed in hunting clothes and holding a rifle, smiling and greeting him. She was accompanied by a group of people holding weapons, who seemed to be members of the royal party.

"Charlotte? Why are you here?" He asked in surprise.

He knew that the National Guard chose to stay put and refused to come to the king, but instead defended their own district. The Duke of Treville even personally revealed his deployment to Charles. As the Duke of Treville's assistant, Charlotte should have stayed in her district at this time. So he was surprised that Charlotte actually came here by herself.

The square in front of the palace was full of people. They are all gathered together. This uprising has become a grand gathering for all the opposition forces of the July Dynasty, and the end of their sight is the palace, and that is His Majesty the King who has reached the end of his life.

"Is it weird that I'm here?" Charlotte replied slightly sarcastically, the rifle in her hand shook slightly, and she looked at Charles with a little suspicion, "When did you come?"

"It's not very early, but it's not very late either." Charles replied vaguely, and then asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Are you afraid? You're not afraid, so what should I be afraid of!" Charlotte's face was filled with inexplicable joy. She suddenly raised her head, "Of course I'm coming, I have to come! I want to see this with my own eyes. How a usurper obeyed the will of God and fell from the throne he had stolen..."

Her face turned a little red, as if the resentment she had accumulated over the years had been quenched.

"Is it God's will?" Charles repeated with a hint of sarcasm, and then looked at Charlotte with such sarcasm, "Then did God say who should come on stage next?"

Under Ciel's explicit ridicule, Charlotte was not very angry, but just smiled coldly again. "Other than the Earl of Chambord, who else is qualified to ascend the throne and rule the entire France? Any unorthodox usurper dares to reach out and touch the throne... Then there will be only one outcome..." She pointed far away with her left hand. In the palace, "That's just like this evil dog!"

"Really?" However, Charles still replied sarcastically, "I guess I don't agree with you."

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"I said, you will understand." Charlotte replied coldly, then she raised her head and pulled off the red fringe that bound her hair, and her golden hair fell down. Just when Ciel was confused, she suddenly picked up the gun.

Stimulated by her action, her accomplices and the old servant of Charles also quickly raised their guns. The two groups of people belonging to different political groups faced off at the door of their enemy's house. got up.

"Are we going to take action so soon?" Charles managed to remain calm, "I think it's not necessary yet, right?"

"This is just a reminder, Ciel. I said, I don't want to shoot you...but this does not include the people next to you." Even though hundreds of guns were pointed at him, Xia Lott's expression was still very calm, and his tone was unhurried, "I just want to remind you one thing. When I rush into the palace later, the life of that vicious dog is mine! I have to avenge my comrades." …”

Only then did Charles remember that the royal party had suffered repeated attacks before, and many people had been killed or arrested. After the last assassination incident, in order to retaliate, the dynasty's political ax executed a large number of royalists in revenge. No wonder Charlotte hated the king so much.

Ciel didn't want to do anything to the king, so he shook his head indifferently.

"I have no interest in His Majesty the King. If you want to kill him, go ahead and kill him..." Just as his non-interference stance made Charlotte's face happy, Charles added, " If you have a chance..."

The smile on Charlotte's face suddenly disappeared, and then following Charles's gaze, she turned her head and looked over, and then exclaimed, "Army, how is this possible?"

The sudden appearance of the army caused both groups to fall into a brief panic. However, strangely, these troops did not conflict with the mob surrounding the palace, but marched towards the palace solemnly. The mob nearby also cheered but did not open fire.

These soldiers wearing blue shirts and red trousers stopped advancing not far from the palace. The columns slowly turned into horizontal columns. Then the soldiers stood there quietly, looking at the palace from a distance. , seems to be waiting for the final order.

After a while, both men understood that this was a defecting army, not one that came to save the dynasty. They looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that your dream of killing the king with your own hands can no longer be realized." Ciel commented leisurely.

"No, there is still a chance!" Charlotte retorted him immediately, "When these soldiers repel the guards and drive in, our people will follow. I will always have a way to kill him!"

"No, what I think is... there will be no attack on the palace at all." Ciel, who stared there, replied softly.

Counting the time, the Lord Chancellor of the Seal should be entering the palace soon, right? (To be continued.)