Flowers, Swords and France

As government troops entered the battle, half of the city fell into terrible flames of war. In the fierce fighting, the city no longer had the charm of the past, but was full of murder and bloodshed.

However, when this strong wind blew towards Count Diliion's mansion, it didn't seem to cause any ripples. From the outside, everything seemed to be normal for this wealthy family.

"Grandpa, would you like some more?"

Matilda, the second daughter of the Dillion family, was sitting gently next to a lounge chair, holding a cup of steaming black tea in her hand, and there was nothing strange about her.

Her expression was calm and vivid, and her eyes behind the lenses were full of concern for her grandfather.

Her grandfather, on the other hand, was lying on the recliner with his head tilted to one side, as if he was not sleeping. The recliner swayed slightly and made a gentle creaking sound, bringing some calmness to the restless atmosphere.

The grandparents and grandson started having breakfast as usual, as if nothing had happened. They seemed to turn a deaf ear to the rumbling sounds of firefights, roars and shouts of killing that were coming all the time.

However, the restaurant, which was slightly empty because there were only two owners left, still had an unusual feel to it.

"Matilda? Are you scared?" After taking a sip of black tea, the grandfather suddenly opened his eyes slightly and looked at his granddaughter teasingly, "Is it no wonder that Grandpa is such an old stubborn man that you have to do the same?" Stay in this dangerous place?"

Matilda was silent.

Her parents, younger brother, and even her sister who was about to give birth had all left Paris a few days ago to go south to "escape the summer." The house had already been evacuated. However, because the old Count Dilion stubbornly refused to leave Paris, Matilda also chose to stay. Take care of your grandfather nearby.

"I think if...if we stay at home, we can let the mob rush in and kill everyone," Matilda spoke after a moment, her tone still as calm as usual, as if she was saying something commonplace. Same. "Then it's the same wherever we escape. The consequences may be even more terrifying... It's better to die at home."

"Interesting. But it makes sense." Her grandfather couldn't help laughing, "But don't worry, my good granddaughter, your grandfather will not risk his own life and yours. This time we Absolutely foolproof, the mob can only wait to be bombed!”

Then, he turned slightly sideways, as if he heard the constant roar of guns for the first time.

"Listen! Matilda! There's a lot of shouting of kill! Those mobs can't run away anymore! They're dead!" After shouting, an indescribable expression suddenly appeared on his face. With an unclear expression, "In 1789, if our ancestors had done the same thing, maybe your great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather wouldn't have had to go to the guillotine... The world might be several times better!"

Even such a scheming old nobleman can always face reality. It is still inevitable to recall the "good times" of the past Bourbon dynasty.

However, his granddaughter is still much calmer. She has not experienced the past era, so she has no nostalgia for that era.

"The guns that are aimed at the mob now were aimed at us at that time." She replied calmly, "Our ancestors have long been unable to rule the country by themselves."

After hearing these words, the old count couldn't help but frown slightly. His granddaughter's answer was not flattering. She seemed to have a detached calmness, but... it was also difficult to refute.

"You're right." Finally, the old politician nodded slightly, and then sighed, "Matilda, what a pity you are a girl!"

Matilda fed her grandfather another spoonful of black tea, "It sounds like you are very dissatisfied with me?"

"No, it's not that I'm dissatisfied, but I'm so satisfied that I couldn't be more satisfied. You see everything clearly, think through it, and don't hold any prejudices. If you can inherit this family, you will definitely be able to make people happy. It continues to be prominent..." There was a hint of sadness in the old earl's eyes, "But you are a girl, and you can only have other surnames in the end! Oh, God always makes such a joke!"

Matilda was still feeding her grandfather tea, and the old man's lament did not move her at all.

Of course, who knows what she is thinking?

"Actually, your grandfather insisted on staying in Paris, not just to see how the army avenged our ancestors." The old count said his plan again, "Soon, the mob will be wiped out. The whole country will be quiet. But this quietness is just a superficial calm. We still have a lot of peace. There are many things to do, and they need to be done immediately. You may have to work harder in the future, Matilda, I hope you don't blame me, but don't worry, your father and I will prepare a large dowry for you. Coupled with your intelligence, you can become a queen without a crown, enough to eclipse an Austrian princess! "

Even after hearing her grandfather's promise, Matilda still looked calm and continued to feed her grandfather tea without even shaking her hands.

"Will we still support the Bonaparte family in the future?" Suddenly, she asked seemingly unintentionally.

"At present, it seems that there is no need to change the original intention." The old earl answered directly. "Don't forget what he promised us!"

"Oh." Matilda responded lightly, but her tone was inexplicably relaxed.

"However, promises are promises. If they are not fulfilled or not intended to be fulfilled, they will be nothing." The old count soon fell into professional contemplation, and his brain was no longer stagnant. "Soon, the presidential election will be held at the end of the year. We must ensure that he can be elected, so that his promise will make sense."

"I think he has a great chance of success." Matilda replied in a low voice, "People will not forget what happened today. They are between Cavaignac and Louis Bonaparte. I am afraid they will choose the latter. At least he does not appear to have blood on his hands."

"Oh? People? Don't worry about them," Count Dillion shook his head. "The people are a group of hopeless amnesiacs. They wish they didn't have to learn or remember anything. Even if you take the initiative to teach them the most useful knowledge one day, they will find it troublesome... They just want to rest. As long as they have the opportunity to rest, few people will think of moving.

The reason why there are nobles and superiors in this world is because the people choose to be sleepy. One cannot become a king alone. If the poor people give up their jobs at the same time one day, will there still be superiors in the world? No. But will such a day happen? It will never happen."

After a moment. He smiled slyly again, "But, of course, they will not forget for the time being. Temporarily. That's enough."

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In a military camp outside Paris. General Filler summoned all the main officers under his command to serve as battalion commanders, and Lucien Leflair naturally attended.

Of course, he did this not just to hold a meeting, but to announce to his subordinates that he would lead the army to Paris to help suppress the mob.

In the past, when he received the order from Louis-Philippe to defend the king and the dynasty, he chose to hesitate and hesitate; but when the government decided to suppress the mob in an all-round way, he chose to obey the order without hesitation and help.

After the officers gathered. General Fierle did not say much nonsense, and got straight to the point.

"Gentlemen. The reason why I summoned you here is to ask you to quickly arrange the troops. I decided to set off as quickly as possible to suppress the mob in Paris."

He glanced at the officers around him.

"This is an order! No matter what you think in your heart, you must put it aside now. You must now execute the orders of the government and me, do you understand?"

"Understood!" The officers roared in unison.

And in this roar, a discordant note was suddenly mixed.

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"General, I have objections!"

Dozens of eyes suddenly focused on Lucien.

He had made a decision, so he would never regret it.

He stood up and repeated it again.

"General, I have objections!"

"Mr. Leflair, what do you mean!" The general looked at Lucien in astonishment.

"General, I have made it very clear. I don't want to fight with those mobs. They are not foreigners!" Lucien still looked at him firmly, "I just want to fight for my country."

"We are fighting for our country now! If we let the mobs go, they will destroy this country!" The general angrily refuted Lucien, "Don't you understand it now? If the July Dynasty falls, we can still live our original life, but if the mobs come to power, the whole country will never have peace and fall into purgatory!"

However, under the general's stern gaze, Lucien still looked back at him without flinching. He had made a decision.

"Are you going to disobey?"

Lucien still answered the general in silence.

The general continued to stare at Lucien with a fierce look. Finally, after confirming that the other party was not talking nonsense because of a fever but was serious, he angrily slapped the table.

"Hand over your troops! And your command knife and shoulder!"

A guard came over immediately and signaled Lucien to fulfill the general's request.

Lucien calmly handed over his command knife, and then let the other party tear off his shoulder.

"You go to the confinement room and stay there! I'll come back to deal with you! Idiot!" The general cursed again, and then signaled the guard to take him away.

Lucien followed the guard out of the meeting room, and he was not frustrated.

He knew in his heart that the general already knew the background of his wife, so this was already a special treatment for him. If it was anyone else, he might be shot directly for disobeying orders to set an example.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It was not my principles that saved my life, but nepotism... This world is really upside down. Charles, I listened to your advice, and from now on, it's up to you." He silently said. (To be continued...)

ps: Ha... Three updates, 12,000 a day, finally completed... I feel like I'm burning out o(n_n)o~

But I'm still very happy...

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