Flowers, Swords and France

While Charles and the young lady named Melissa were chatting leisurely, the father and daughter of the Dillion family were not in their good mood at all. They rushed to the Earl's Palace all the way, for fear of being delayed. Second.

Count Dillion's sudden illness was nothing less than a major blow - if not a devastating blow - to this aristocratic family that had been active in politics for decades.

In the evening, the earl's heir, Viscount Dillion, rushed back home, and immediately felt that the atmosphere in the earl's mansion was unusual. Although the host family had already told them not to show panic, this subconscious look still made people feel uncomfortable. The atmosphere seemed very tense.

He walked very fast, carelessly running through the house, and soon arrived at his father's bedroom door.

Then he gently opened the door.

The doctor was carefully standing by his father's bedside, and his wife was looking around anxiously. She didn't calm down for a while until she saw his arrival.

"Sir, you are finally here!" She glared at her husband dissatisfied.

And his father was lying on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, completely unaware of his arrival, as if he was already unconscious.

Viscount Dilion did not look at his wife anymore, and walked step by step to the bedside, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, his father would abandon him and pass away.

"Why is this happening?" He seemed to be asking someone else, but also asking himself, "Wasn't it fine the past two days? How could it be? How could it be?"

"The doctor said it was a sudden stroke. My father fell asleep well last night under the care of the valet. Nothing happened. However, he didn't get up this morning. At first, everyone thought he wanted to sleep a little longer. , but later I discovered..." Viscount The lady replied from the side, "The situation was scary at that time. My father's head tilted up and he was foaming at the mouth! Later, we quickly called the doctor. It was not easy for us to get him to regain consciousness, but he said... …He said the situation is critical now…”

She knew what her husband was doing outside, but she still ignored it according to the traditional customs of aristocratic society. She was still a little angry, so her tone was a little harsh, but now her husband couldn't control that much. "After my father woke up, he found that he couldn't move. Then he told us to find you back as soon as possible. Then, he just fell asleep again..."

In other words, is it an acute stroke?

Viscount Dillion was anxious.

"Trash, a bunch of trash, what do you do for a living? Can't you even take care of an old man? Ah!" The middle-aged man's face turned pale. He started yelling at the servants and doctors. At this time, he had completely lost the palace etiquette that he had cultivated for decades. "We gave you so much salary, but this is how you do things? Waste! Bastard! What if?" What happened to my father? I want you to look good!"

Under the viscount's scolding, everyone else turned pale with fear, fearing that they would offend their master and be driven away. Suddenly, the room became even more chaotic, and everyone was panicking.

The son's roar finally woke up his father.

The count opened his eyes slightly, his vision cloudy. He scanned the others and then focused on his son.

"Why are you shouting? You're not dead yet... Be quiet, don't disturb me..." Then, he smiled reluctantly, "Come here!"

Even at this moment, he still couldn't change the lecturing tone he had used towards his son for decades.

After hearing my father's instructions. Instead, the Viscount felt happy and quickly walked to his father's bedside. Although his father's voice was weak and breathless; although Mr. de Dilion now held the position of minister, he still seemed like a child in front of his father, respected and feared at the same time. I dare not have any thoughts of disobedience.

"Dad, dad..." His forehead was covered with sweat, and his tone was choked with sobs, "Don't worry, you will get better... I will make you get better..."

"It's not going to get better, idiot...can't I see it?" the count scolded his son again. "I'm afraid... the time is coming."

"No, it won't happen, father... it won't happen..." The son was still muttering to himself beside him, with a hint of crying in his voice, "No way..."

How much of his anxiety and sadness at the moment stemmed from his respect and love for his father, and how much came from fear of the family's status after his father's death, I'm afraid even he himself couldn't tell clearly.

"That's enough." His father interrupted him, "There's no time for nonsense. Just listen to me."

He wanted to raise his hand, but he couldn't lift it at all. His whole body seemed to be floating on the clouds, unable to lift the slightest bit of strength.

Perhaps feeling the courage in his father's weak tone, Viscount Dilion slowly stopped his tears and stood at the bedside, quietly listening to his father's last words.

"After I leave, this family will be passed into your hands, and you will become the new Count Diliion. To be honest, I am very dissatisfied with this result, because you lack the qualities that are enough to impress me... But No way, why do you think I only have one son?" Count Diliion smiled bitterly, and then continued reluctantly, "I don't expect you to let him go next. How glorious this family is, as long as you keep your current status, but this may still be too demanding for you... Remember, don't show off in everything, don't make enemies with others, we already have too many enemies, don't give any more Increase your enemies by yourself...Be honest and low-key, don't think about continuing to advance, you are not that material, just be honest and do your current position..."

Then, he reluctantly raised his gaze and looked at Matilda who was standing behind the viscount, "Also, you should discuss everything with Matilda. Your daughter is more sensible than you... Do you understand?"

"Okay...ok..." His son nodded in agreement while choking.

"Matilda, come here..." The Earl stopped caring about his son and shouted to his favorite granddaughter. Matilda walked over quickly.

"Grandpa." Matilda didn't say any more words of comfort. She just squeezed her grandfather's dry hand quietly.

"Good boy..." Grandpa sighed, and then smiled again, this time with a truly loving smile, "It's a pity that I can no longer drink the tea you made..."

Matilda just lowered her head slightly and did not answer.

Only the faint tears behind the lenses could show her true feelings at this time.

"I've been working so hard for you all this time. From now on... I'll ask you to continue to take care of this family, okay?" the earl asked tremblingly. "Help your father more..."

"Okay. Grandpa, I will." Matilda nodded, and tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes, leaving a mark on her fair and smooth face.

The weight of this commitment. How could you tell that just by looking at this calm look?

"Good boy..." After receiving his granddaughter's promise, the earl sighed again, as if he was much relieved.

He suddenly felt relieved, as if he could float into heaven from now on - if God's heaven could accommodate this already stained soul.

No... there's still something to confess. The earl's mind suddenly trembled.

Then he raised his head and looked at his son.

"Where's George?"

"George is still in middle school, but we have sent someone to find him. Just wait a little longer, Dad." Mrs. Dillion replied quickly, inadvertently revealing to the patient the criticality of his illness at this time, " He will be back soon..."

God knows if I can wait any longer! The old man lamented in his heart and reluctantly confirmed the fact that he would not be able to see his only grandson immediately, and perhaps not.

However, after all, he is an old politician who has been in politics for many years. He quickly put aside this trace of sadness.

"Let George enter the military academy after graduating from high school, and then join the army! Follow his brother-in-law." He ordered his son.

After hearing his father's instructions, Viscount Dilion was very surprised.

"Dad, why?"

He was not very willing to let his only son join the army, which was in line with human nature.

"Why? Isn't it obvious?" The Earl mocked his son again, "Your son is just like you, and he is not the same material. But what makes him better than you is that at least he knows what bravery is. So. , he has another way to achieve success, and that is to join the army, do you understand? "

"But..." Viscount Dilion wanted to say something else.

"Nothing more! Do as I say!" The father interrupted his son as usual, "I also know that joining the army will be dangerous. But how can you want glory and wealth without taking some risks? Besides, no matter what He said that he also has a brother-in-law who is an officer in the army and can help take care of him. He won’t die for a while..."

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What else did Viscount Dilion want to say. But under his father's stern gaze, he could no longer speak, so he finally nodded and agreed.

"Okay, father, don't worry, I will definitely do it. You just need to rest in peace and recuperate..."

"grandfather!"

At this time, a greeting suddenly came from the door.

Everyone looked at the door at the same time, and it turned out to be the eldest lady Julie. She was looking anxiously at the old man lying on the bed, with her daughter in her arms.

Obviously, because she ran in a hurry, her clothes were messy now, but no one cared about such a thing at this time.

"Grandpa..." Julie cried as she also walked to the bedside.

"Julie, should you calm down now? Grandpa is going to report to God..." The count forced a laugh.

"Grandpa, don't say such things!" Julie couldn't help crying, "I have never blamed you."

Her cries woke up the daughter in her arms, and then the baby began to cry loudly. The cries of mother and daughter were intertwined in the silent room, adding a bit of sadness.

The Earl looked at his great-granddaughter and motioned to Julie to hand her over. Julie quickly did so and placed little Matilda next to his pillow. Little Matilda leaned on her great-grandfather's shoulder and kept shaking her great-grandfather's hand, and her crying gradually stopped.

"She will be a beauty when she grows up..." The Count smiled and gave his great-granddaughter a blessing.

Then, he reluctantly moved his eyes and looked at Julie, "Julie, I know that we opposed your marriage at that time, so you have always been a little angry with us... But... But now it's all over, we have recognized Lucien, so... So everyone should help each other and support each other in the future, understand? I have just decided to let George join the army in the future..."

Julie immediately understood her grandfather's hint and nodded quickly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely let Lucien take good care of George in the future. And, Grandpa, I have never been angry with you..."

"No? That's good..." The Count smiled slightly.

At this time, perhaps because he had consumed too much energy, a dizziness suddenly attacked his brain again, making his originally limited intelligence less and less.

In a trance, he became more and more confused about when and where he was now.

In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to his youth. In front of him was a bright light, well-dressed nobles, ladies wearing all kinds of jewelry, dancing in the hall, and surrounded by them... the king and queen, Louis XVI and Marie.

This was the luxurious and magnificent Palace of Versailles. His father, the Count of Dillion of the previous generation, was a court official. His father took him into the palace and experienced that incredible world.

Then, everything changed. The revolution happened, and the magnificent scene of Versailles was never seen again. The king went to the guillotine, followed by the queen, then his father, and then...

What?

It was revolutions and riots.

Emperor Napoleon rose like the rising sun, and then suddenly fell; the Bourbon royal family was fortunate to be restored, and then fell, the Orleans royal family usurped the throne, and then fell... Right in front of him, one family after another was glorious, and then fell, and one dynasty after another rose, and then perished.

However, he never let his family wander around in the changing times like himself. Despite his opportunistic pursuits and betrayal of his benefactors, he still did it.

Just as the count was still immersed in the memories of the past, little Matilda gently shook his shoulders and woke him up from his coma. The baby, who couldn't speak yet, babbled something, maybe just curious about the dying old man.

The count looked at his great-granddaughter, and then a burst of ecstasy suddenly surged in his heart.

None of these kings and queens died like himself, on a sickbed, surrounded by children, grandchildren, and even great-granddaughters and in grief...

They were all washed away by the storm, but I was left behind safely.

Hahahaha

He couldn't help laughing, but he couldn't laugh out loud.

I succeeded.