Flowers, Swords and France

"Your Majesty! Please be decent!" Count Dillion's shout finally awakened the king who was about to fall into madness. .

After a convulsive frenzy, the king took a few sharp breaths and finally managed to regain his calm. Then, he looked at the old count viciously and asked loudly.

"Then, may I have the honor to know who, exactly, has issued an ultimatum to me, to a king? Who intends to drive a king out of his kingdom!"

"It is a group, a new French government, Your Majesty." Count Dillion replied, "A new government that is about to be launched with a consensus reached by all classes in France."

The king's face twitched, and he was obviously sneering at something, "All classes? You think you are honest people? What is your relationship with those mobs who have no food or clothing at my door? Just relying on you shameless traitors, you dare to claim to be the representative of France?"

"The people always need some representatives, if not us, then others. On the whole, it is better for us to represent them."

The count ignored the king's sarcasm and answered with a detached sincerity, as if he really didn't think that there was anything wrong with aristocrats like him and some other bourgeoisie representing the people.

"Then, who are you going to let be the leader, who will take my place?" His Majesty the King asked again. \u003charles-dupont-de-leure), born in Normandy in 1767, was originally a lawyer and later became a politician. His political views belonged to the republican faction and the opponent of the July Monarchy. 】

The king frowned, and then he remembered who this guy was. Then, his face became extremely strange, and finally burst into hysterical laughter.

"Hahaha! You found a good guy! Such a person can actually succeed me, hahaha! You let such an incompetent person succeed me and become the new ruler of France. What a joke, he will have to get out in a few months! You just treat him as a puppet? What do you want to do?"

"I can't comment on your question, because I don't know how long he can be the temporary head of the government, maybe a few months." The count's voice was still so indifferent. "But we can at least guarantee that as long as you choose to abdicate peacefully today, we can save your life and that of your family, and even save your property in France, and you can keep your dignity. Isn't this enough to show our sincerity? Do you have to choose that undignified way?"

The king frowned again, obviously, he was very tempted by the offer made by the other party.

After a moment, he spoke again, still hesitant in his tone.

"Why should I believe you? Don't forget, the next one will be a republic, and it will be the world of the mob! Do you think a guy like you who was born in an aristocracy can pretend to be a representative of the people in it? It's a joke!"

"Of course not, Your Majesty." The earl's answer made him speechless for a moment.

"But you also forgot a fact, a very simple and easy-to-understand fact."

"What?"

"It is true that France is about to accept a tribulation and temporarily become a damned republic. But... I firmly believe that this matter is not a disaster for us... It is just a temporary accident." The count continued in a detached tone, "You probably know that there are two kinds of republicans in the world: one hopes that there is no king in the world, and then everyone enjoys a country equally. This is a dreamer; the other also hopes that there is no king in the world, but the purpose is to rule the country by their group and class-this is an ambitious person. Although the demands are a little similar, they are two completely different people in the final analysis, Your Majesty. The latter hates the former the most, so they will avenge you, they will go to wipe out these mobs and radicals, you can rest assured!"

His answer made the king a little suspicious.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, there will be no revolution," a sly look flashed in the earl's eyes, "soon, it will be over, although it may struggle for a long time on the surface."

"Over?" The king couldn't help but repeat it again.

"Yes, this revolution is just an accidental episode. It is true that it will cause some tragedies, but in the end France will return to its original track - becoming a monarchy again. We just need to watch the evolution of the situation and wait silently for that day... Even if it requires the bloodshed of today's jubilant revolutionaries, it doesn't matter... Or, it's better this way."

"You defected to the Bourbon family?" His Majesty the King finally understood something.

"No, Your Majesty, you need to use your imagination again." The earl's rigid face finally showed a little smile at this moment, "Who else is suitable to be the monarch of France...?"

"Bonaparte..." The king finally understood, and he gritted his teeth and shouted the word. .

Then he shouted again, "So you're relying on them?"

Rage surged into his heart again, but with it came a deeper sense of powerlessness.

He understood that he was powerless now, and what would it matter even if he knew everything?

"It's not about surrendering, it's just a choice. Similarly, you also need to make a choice now... leave with our respect? Or continue to resist and bring an unknown ending to the Orleans family? Now you should be able to believe our sincerity, right? I personally advise you not to make any more meaningless resistance." Although the earl's tone was flat, the threat was already revealed, "Please make a decision quickly, Your Majesty. Now, you only have five and a half hours left."

"You!"

"If you decide to abdicate peacefully, please go to the Paris City Hall as soon as possible and swear your abdication to everyone in France, and then a new interim government will be established in France." The earl decided not to beat around the bush and told the whole plan for the king that a group of people had planned in advance, "Then, we will send someone to escort you and your family out of France and go to Britain, where you can get the most adequate security and stay away from all the troubles in France. This is probably a good thing for you, right?"

While narrating, Count Dillion suddenly felt a subtle feeling.

Eighteen years ago, Louis Philippe treated the Bourbon royal family in this way. Eighteen years later, it was finally his turn to accept this fate. Fate, how unpredictable!

"Please make a decision as soon as possible!" After leaving behind that little useless thought, the count urged one last time, and then turned away without caring about the king's reaction. He understood that this gentleman had also withdrawn from his historical stage and could no longer play any role.

Looking at the count's back as he left, the king moved his mouth, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

Even if he was forced to stay, what was the point?

In this way, he let Count Dillion leave.

Then, he forced himself to stand up again, and then dragged his exhausted body to the window, quietly watching everything outside the window. Those ragged mobs were cheering and ready to launch a general attack on the palace at any time.

The decision has been made, and there is actually no need to consider anything.

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However, there were still a few hours, plenty of time, and he had enough time to take one last look at the land he had ruled - he knew in his heart that no matter whether he agreed to the advice brought by Count Dillion or not, he would probably never have the chance to set foot on this land again in his life.

His dynasty was dead, his era was over, and even if he was unwilling, he had to admit this reality now.

However, looking at the mobs outside the window, he still had an indescribable anger.

"I didn't die in your hands!" As if to defend himself to someone, His Majesty the King said loudly to himself.

Yes, his dynasty did not die at the hands of these mobs outside the window, but died at the hands of the army that did not move or even turned against him, died at the hands of the National Guard who stayed out of the matter, and died at the hands of the bourgeoisie, nobles and bureaucrats who betrayed him.

But so what?

It was time to end.

He didn't want to resist anymore, one person could not be the enemy of the whole country.

He looked up at the still gloomy sky, and cast his sights towards the endless sky. Then, he seemed to see several phantoms, the phantoms of the most important people in his life.

"Father, I'm sorry... I failed..." The 75-year-old man suddenly cried out loudly like a child, choking and apologizing to his father who unfortunately died in the Great Revolution, and apologized for losing the ambition of two generations of father and son to seize the throne.

The phantom of his father was stern and full of reproach, just like sixty years ago.

He closed his eyes, not daring to look again, tears streaming down his face.

"It's okay, brother." He suddenly seemed to hear something again.

"Adelaide, Adelaide!" He opened his eyes again, and then looked up at the sky again anxiously. His sister was smiling at him, her lips moving slightly, saying something.

"If after I pass away, fate will bring disaster to our family again, please don't lose hope, please take good care of yourself and live well! I will bless you there, may God bless you!"

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

The words echoed in his ears again.

"Have you thought about this day a long time ago..." He sighed sadly, tears sliding down his cheeks again. (To be continued)