Flowers, Swords and France

Under her father's serious assurance, Charlotte finally nodded and agreed to his father's instructions and went home first. .However, she was still a little worried, and after giving Charles a few more words, she reluctantly left.

Little did she know that as soon as she left, her father brought a cup to Charles and poured wine for him.

"Char, it's a rare opportunity for us elders to get together, how can you not support us?" Charles said with a look on his face, 'What are you doing! ’ Under the expression, his cousin was still serious, “Come on, drink some more!”

Charles only felt a dull pain in the back of his head, but out of sympathy, he had no choice but to sit down silently, preparing to let himself fight with alcohol again.

After he sat down, these middle-aged people quickly began to persuade each other to drink. Charles could only drink the spirits one glass at a time. Slowly, his tongue became numb and he could not feel the taste. Just mechanically pour the wine into the cup and put it into your mouth.

In his daze, he naturally did not participate in the conversation, but quietly listened to these middle-aged people chatting and telling interesting stories from his boyhood. Although Charles had no interest in listening, he kept cheering and laughing along with the fun.

"Ciel," just when he felt that his mind was a little confused, he suddenly heard someone saying hello to him. A middle-aged man wearing a military uniform with short hair, a somewhat square face, and a somewhat serious look.

After his uncle's introduction just now, Charles already knew that this man's surname was De Corvey. He was the youngest son of Count Corvey. He joined the army when he was a boy. Now he has become a brigade commander. He has been in the south before. Served in the garrison. Judging from what he said before, he also has a younger brother who is currently serving in the government.

In the past, nobles raised their eldest sons as heirs and sent their second sons to be priests or officers. In today's era, in addition to sending their eldest sons to be officers, nobles rarely let their youngest sons become priests. Instead, they send their younger sons to become priests. Become a trainee judge or an administrative official - in the old days, people used to think it was shameful for the sons of nobles to become officials, but now people think it is a good choice. From this, we can also see the changes of the times.

"Your father's disappearance is not only a big blow to you, but also to us. I used to play with him when I was young. We had a good relationship at that time... Hey, now it's time to say this. What's the use!" He smiled bitterly, "But don't worry, if you need help in the future, you can come and ask us. As long as I can help, I will definitely do it."

After hearing this, Ciel quickly thanked him.

Although from his tone, it seemed as if he felt that his father had passed away, but Charles did not feel dissatisfied. More than ten years have passed since the day Mr. Edgar de Treville ran away from home. Even his family members already felt that he might have suffered some accident outside - otherwise, even if it happened again, No matter how sad it is, it is impossible for a person not to come back to see his children and father for more than ten years, right?

"You're welcome. I'm just fulfilling the responsibility of being a friend to Edgar." Mr. de Kervey waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to thank him anymore. Then, he seemed to think of something again, "By the way, Charles, are you still supporting the Bonaparte family like your grandfather and father?"

When he asked this question, there was nothing unusual, but Charles suddenly felt like he was the center of attention, as if those people were staring at him.

However, Ciel had nothing to worry about.

"That's right," he replied rather reservedly, "like them, I am a Bonapartist."

De Corvey looked at Charles and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha... He is indeed that stubborn grandson! He looks like him!" He laughed and drank another glass of wine. "It doesn't matter. There is nothing wrong with you inheriting the political views of your ancestors. If we are entangled in this If it had happened, I wouldn't have become friends with your father... Come on, have another drink!"

He raised his glass.

With no choice but to drink another glass of wine, Charles felt that his brain was numb even more.

"I got the news after I came back that the nephew of Emperor Napoleon has just come back." Another person suddenly said, "He also let it out, preparing to let himself participate in the presidential election at the end of the year. I see now If this situation is not handled well, maybe he can really do it..."

"Even if he can really do it, it would be better than the country being controlled by the mob again." De Corvey replied, "I think it might be a good thing to have Napoleon's nephew come to power now. He can turn the country from disorder." Rescued from the state!"

"You are indeed a Bonapartist. I read you right, Louis. Napoleon really did not make your father a count in vain." The young Duke of Treville smiled and joked at de Corvey, "Twenty years ago I I’ve seen through you.”

"Come on! It's as if I really have any political beliefs! Are you loyal to the descendants of the Bourbon family? You're not just going to take advantage of the situation! I dare say that if the devil rules this country, you will also want to lick it Its boots!" The brigade commander curled his lips disdainfully, "I don't care who sits on the throne, as long as the country is stabilized and doesn't get paralyzed by ridiculous 'revolutions'. good!"

His exclamation triggered a burst of agreement.

"It is for this purpose that we were transferred back to Paris." A person next to him answered coldly, "The government wants us to put out the flames that came out of hell, even if it means the city will be covered in blood."

"I will satisfy the government's wish." De-Kervi nodded gently, holding his wine glass tightly in his hand. "After we have completed the assembly, as long as the government gives an order, we will enter the city and crush all the mobs that endanger the country!"

Yes, they will do so. .

In history, after General Cavaignac became the Minister of the Army, he mobilized troops from all over the country and purged the radical republicans among them, preparing to wipe out all the mobs in Paris.

He mobilized 250,000 troops from all over the country, almost all the troops in the French mainland.

And these troops became the main force to extinguish the French Revolution.

Who are the people who command these troops?

They are the people in front of Charles.

After experiencing the shock of the Great Revolution and the collapse of the empire, in the era of the Bourbon Dynasty and the July Monarchy, the French army gradually became a tool of the upper class, and was no longer the people's army of the Great Revolution era - of course, in most cases, the armies of countries around the world are like this.

And what exactly does this upper class refer to?

It refers to the nobles of the old era, the emerging bourgeoisie, and the military nobles born in the imperial era.

Although the Bourbon dynasty was restored with the help of foreign bayonets, even the extremely conservative ones had to admit the reality and admit that they were no longer able to rule the country alone. So they adopted a policy of tolerance towards the bourgeoisie and the new nobles who prospered in the era of the Great Revolution.

This tolerance brought about a certain degree of integration between the nobles and the bourgeoisie, and gradually, they came to rule the country together.

And in the tool for ruling the country - the army - the situation is even more so. Many officers of the Napoleonic Empire turned to the Bourbon royal family after the collapse of the empire and finally became new military nobles. Count de Kervi, a general in the pre-empire era, is one of them.

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After the Bourbon dynasty's continuous purge of the French army for fifteen years, the proportion of nobles and the upper bourgeoisie in the officers has become higher and higher. In addition, there is no war, so the civilian officers and civilian generals that were everywhere in the Great Revolution are now rarely seen.

Such an army will of course instinctively choose to safeguard the interests of the upper class and eliminate all revolutions or riots that may threaten its ruling position.

These officers may not care whether it is the Bourbon royal family or Louis-Philippe who stays on the stage, but they definitely care about safeguarding the interests of their own class - although they may not have this clear understanding, they will instinctively make this choice.

"Charles, it seems that you have joined the National Guard?" After a brief commotion, De Kervi stared at him in a military uniform.

"Yes, I introduced him." The little Duke of Treville nodded, "I got him in, and now he is in my army, and he is a company commander."

"Not bad, not bad!" De-Kervey's stern face showed a little smile, "Wearing this, he is really energetic! It's a pity that Edgar can't come to see it!" Then, he looked at the little Duke of Treville, "Philip, speaking of this, I have to mention it to you. Although my troops are reliable, they have never been to Paris after all. When the time comes, we will have to rely on you militia to lead the way. You must prepare early!"

"No problem." The little Duke of Treville replied with a smile.

"Charles, do a good job! When the time comes, you can come to my place. It's the safest place here. There are thousands of big soldiers. You just need to lead us!" The brigade commander suddenly stood up and patted Charles on the shoulder.

"You will become a general in a while, right?" A person next to him said with a smile, "After this matter is done..."

"It's still early!" De-Kervey shook his head, but there was some pride in his smile.

Charles suddenly felt his eyes blurry, and the uncontrollable alcohol made his brain even more dizzy.

"I... I won't go." He muttered to himself.

"What?" The other party didn't hear clearly.

"I said I won't go!" As if a string was broken, Charles suddenly felt a shock in his mind, and then he stood up and threw the cup to the ground.

"If you want to go, go! I want to go home!"

"Bang!"

The sound of the cup breaking made the whole living room fall into silence. (To be continued.)