Flowers, Swords and France

"Yes, I just want you, not your money, not your other things, but you!"

"I...I don't want to see you drag an irrelevant person in and let her stand between us, absolutely not!"

"We should always be together..."

"We should always be together..."

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"ah!"

Ciel woke up again in the murmur that had been lingering in his ears.

It was already broad daylight, and the early morning sunlight was shining through the window on the bedside. However, now, he had a headache that felt like it was about to split open, and his whole body seemed to be soaked with sweat. It was as if he had experienced several nightmares.

This is truly a nightmare. Last night, after that terrible shock, Charles ran back in despair. He didn't even change his clothes. He lay on the bed tossing and turning for a long time before finally falling asleep. He woke up for various reasons in the middle of the night. I've been here several times, and it's almost like I've never rested.

The root cause of his embarrassment was naturally what his sister said last night.

Fran's true confession kept him awake all night, and even now, he still hasn't fully recovered from the shock last night.

What does she mean? Why did she say that? What does she want to do?

Ciel couldn't understand these questions at all and didn't even dare to think about them carefully. He just discovered that he thought he knew Fran before, but in fact, he didn't seem to understand her at all. At least, the Fran last night was definitely not the one he usually knew.

This fact. It gave him a faint sense of panic.

What should I do with her? He asked himself again.

When he thought of this, his head hurt even more, and he couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead.

but. Fran's feelings may not be incomprehensible - after all, because she lost her father when she was young, Charles has become the person she relied on the most when she was a child, and Charles has pampered and loved her since she was a child, so she Her respect for her brother gradually turned into extreme attachment, and she hoped to never let her brother leave her for the rest of her life. Although this idea is a bit scary, it is also logical.

But... it's one thing to have logic to follow, this is completely impossible... How to persuade her to give up this nonsense idea?

Ciel sighed heavily in his heart. Then I felt completely helpless just like yesterday. Is it really possible to punish my sister severely just because she is attached to me? He can't do it.

Until the end, because he really couldn't think of a way, he finally chose to do nothing for the time being. Solve it with cold treatment. Let time dilute her thoughts. After all, even though she is a little willful, she will eventually grow up, and then she will understand how childish her original thoughts were.

By then, she won't be as attached to me as she is now... When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a little bit lost again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After finally choosing a solution, he threw away these troubles like a scalding fireball. Got off the bed.

After all, there are still so many important things to do, and we can't waste our energy here all the time. He told himself that he didn't care whether he was escaping or not.

After changing into a new pair of clothes, he opened the door and walked quickly along the corridor and down the stairs.

It was already breakfast time, but at this time, he had no intention of going to the restaurant to meet his sister. He directly picked up his hat and cane on the shelf at the door, then walked out of the mansion, and then Instruct the driver to harness the horse quickly.

"Let's go to the Elysée Palace quickly." After the coachman was ready, he got directly into the carriage and gave the order. Amidst the gentle sound of the carriage starting, he "escaped" from his home.

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After many visits, the guards of the Elysee Palace had already gotten to know Charles. After confirming his identity, they let his carriage in. As soon as he entered the newly designated presidential palace, Palace, the president's aide-de-camp greeted him directly, and then took him to the president's interview room.

By the time he came here, several people had gathered inside, all sitting upright with serious expressions. After he arrived, not many people came to see him, but this made him feel a little better.

In this serious and calm atmosphere, Charles couldn't help but hold his breath and quietly walked to a seat, waiting for the secret meeting to begin.

The only thing that makes him happy is that he is not the last person to come here, at least the big boss has not come yet - it is not a good thing to make the leader wait.

"Charles, are you feeling unwell today?" Joseph Bonaparte, who was sitting next to him, asked in a low voice, "You look very bad."

"Yes, I have been busy recently, so I didn't sleep well at night." Charles replied quickly.

"Oh, that's right." Joseph Bonaparte nodded, and then said with concern, "Then you should pay more attention to rest. Staying up late all the time is not good."

"Well, I will pay attention to it. Thank you for taking care of me." Charles replied with a smile.

While the two were still talking, the door suddenly opened, and the current president of the Republic walked in quickly. As soon as he came in, he sat in the main seat of the long table and glanced at his subordinates around him. In the luxuriously decorated room in the palace, there was already some imperial atmosphere.

And the bald Mr. de Morny, who followed behind him, also followed Louis Bonaparte's footsteps, walked in quickly, and then sat down in a seat next to him without saying a word.

With the arrival of their half-brothers, all the people for this regular meeting finally arrived.

Napoleon III's grass-roots team used to plan in the secret room, but now they are planning in the hall, which complements each other. Looking at their well-dressed and solemn appearance, who would not be in awe?

However. This group of people is no different from before they became rich, and they are still as ambitious as before, if you have to find a difference. It can only be said that their ambitions, after the initial baptism of money and power, have become more vigorous and fierce.

[Charles-Joseph-de-Morny (1811-1865), is the half-brother of Louis-Bonaparte (the illegitimate son of Louis' mother Hortense and Count Flahaut). The empire collapsed when he was a child, and he lived with his grandmother.

In his youth. After graduating from the Military Academy, he joined the army and served in North Africa for several years. In 1838, he returned to Paris. He started a business and finally became a wealthy businessman.

At the same time, he has been serving Louis-Bonaparte, after his brother Louis returned to the country. He also made great contributions to Louis-Bonaparte's usurpation of power and ascended the throne. After the restoration of the empire, he also became a favorite of the empire and served as Minister of the Interior.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

In the original time and space, in 1862, as a reward for France's support for Archduke Maximilian of Austria to become the Emperor of Mexico, he was made a Duke by the Archduke. After his death in 1865, Louis-Bonaparte was very sad. 】

What Charles did not expect was that as soon as he sat down, Louis-Bonaparte directly cast his eyes on Charles.

"Charles. I am very grateful for the good news your grandfather sent yesterday. It is very useful to us." He thanked him briefly. Then he looked at the others, "When the lunch starts later, I suggest that everyone have a toast to the respected Marquis de Treville!"

Everyone nodded in response, and at the same time, they also handed over congratulations to Charles. This honor almost made him a little embarrassed.

"The parliament has nothing to say to us now!" Carrion smiled and cheered, "I want to see their faces with my own eyes!"

"What's so good about their faces? The key is the faces of the soldiers," Joseph Bonaparte also replied with a smile, "Now that we have won such a victory, the army should be very happy? As long as they are happy, it will be easy for us to deal with it in the future..."

"That's it..."

Others also echoed.

For a while, everyone spoke frequently, obviously wanting to please Louis Bonaparte at this good moment.

"It's not just this piece of news that's worth cheering for." Louis Bonaparte continued, "The Marquis sent me not only good news, but also a message from His Holiness the Pope..." He paused deliberately, "Yes, the Pope expressed his support for any action we take to restore the empire. He believes that the French Republic is a regime born of sin, and any responsible person should find a way to put it out... As long as we, like the emperor, re-establish Catholicism as the state religion and allow priests to participate in public school education, he will let the church support us unreservedly."

"Great!" There was another round of cheers, and this time even Charles couldn't help but show his joy.

To be honest, in this era, the prestige of the Pope has greatly declined, and it is completely incomparable to the authority in the Middle Ages. However, after all, a centipede is still alive even after death. In France, a country where the vast majority of people believe in Catholicism, the pope's opinion still has a certain appeal - at least in the eyes of some old nobles and peasants, the church still represents moral authority. If the pope cheers for Louis Bonaparte to restore the empire, his road to usurpation will be much easier.

After letting everyone cheer for a while, Louis Bonaparte spoke again.

"With the support of the pope, it will certainly be much easier for us, but... the pope, how many divisions does he have? How many hundreds of millions of francs does he have? He has none of them. He only has light verbal support, and all this can only be won by ourselves. All he can do is icing on the cake. So, I have emphasized it many times before, and now I still want to say it again. If we want to achieve our goal, the most important thing is to win over the army. As long as the army obeys our orders, the parliament is nothing!"

"You are right." De Morny next to him quickly echoed. "We need to eliminate all domestic opponents. It is meaningless to rely on the Pope. We can only rely on the army."

"In order to achieve this goal, we must find a way to control the army. In this regard, our respected Marquis de Treville has done a good job..."

Charles felt that Louis Bonaparte's eyes were on him again.

"During the expedition, he has been trying to find officers who like us in the army, and he has been vigorously employing them and giving them opportunities to make meritorious contributions. Moreover, he has recommended a lot of people to me, and these people have expressed their support for us! These people are very useful for our future plans. We must train them well. Do you understand?" Louis Bonaparte continued, "From now on, we have to find a way to promote those officers who support us and throw those who oppose us to Africa. This is a task we must complete..."

In Louis Bonaparte's narration, Charles suddenly flashed a seemingly irrelevant thought in his mind.

In the list of grandfather, Lucien's name should be at the top. This guy is finally in luck now.

He will thank me, for sure. Charles thought with a slight smile. (To be continued...)