Flowers, Swords and France

It is another summer morning.

The blazing sun shines on the earth, and also reveals its majesty to the world. The sun wraps the whole of Paris without any explanation. Every house and every palace can only bathe in this majesty that belongs only to the Father, and quietly see the passage of time.

This is an extremely sunny morning, so it is also very suitable for celebrations, especially military celebrations.

At this time, in the hall of the Elysee Palace, the building is already noisy, and a large group of people in various uniforms are arranged in an orderly manner, and at the same time, their sights are projected to the group of people in the center.

And the focus of these people's sight is Louis Bonaparte, the current president of the French Republic. At this time, he is wearing a formal dress, talking to the people around him with a smile on his face, as if he is in a very happy mood.

He is indeed qualified to be happy.

Because, today, in addition to a large number of kings and emperors, his family will have another title of French Marshal.

\u0026nb ..msp;After awarding medals to other officers present, the entire celebration came to the most important part. Under the attention of the crowd, an old man with sparse hair walked out of the ranks and walked in front of the president. Because of his fat body and smiling face, even in a military uniform, the old man did not have any majesty at all - it seemed that he himself did not want to show any majesty - instead, he looked more like a country innkeeper.

He was pale and a little swollen, obviously he had experienced a dissolute life when he was young, but he tried his best to hold his chest and stomach in. In order to act like a king in front of all his accomplices who knew the truth.

This old man was Jerome Bonaparte, the former King of Westphalia and Napoleon's younger brother. When he was young, he was unruly and gave his brother, the emperor, a headache. But the emperor still gave him the title of king out of his family concept; by 1850, he had become the oldest member of the Bonaparte family, so that he could be named Marshal of France by his nephew just for this!

He was optimistic and cheerful throughout his life, hospitable and enthusiastic to everyone, so he was loved by almost everyone.

Because luck always accompanies him. So he has nothing to worry about - no matter what, others will give him wealth and honor, he just needs to live and wait there.

Is there a happier life than this? At least Charles has not found it yet - although he doesn't want to live a life like the former king. But he still can't help but envy him.

At this moment, as the climax of the atmosphere, President Louis-Bonaparte handed a marshal's cane to his uncle, and Prince Jerome-Bonaparte took it with a smile. His eyes narrowed because of joy. It's just like a child who got a toy. The people watching nearby, including Charles, burst into fierce cheers and then applauded enthusiastically.

Louis Bonaparte appointed his uncle Jerome Bonaparte as a marshal, which not only took care of his family's feelings, but also set an example of buying a horse's bones with a lot of money - this is equivalent to saying to those ambitious generals: "Look, even an incompetent person like my uncle can be appointed as a marshal. Who else can't I appoint? As long as you are willing to surrender..."

There is no doubt that later reality proved that this temptation is extremely useful.

"It's just like a child who got a toy! Haha." At this moment, a slightly disdainful comment sounded in Charles' ears. "This family only knows how to sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor, from the father to the son."

Of course, he would not mock Jerome, nor did he intend to find out who was saying these sour words.

He just looked at the president's brother Morny standing next to him and found that he was looking at the Bonaparte uncle and nephew who were talking cordially - and Joseph Bonaparte standing next to the uncle and nephew. Joseph accompanied his father to attend the ceremony today, and he was obviously in a very happy mood.

His happiness, of course, was not only because he witnessed the moment when his father became a marshal. Obviously, he seemed to feel that through such a ceremony, his father and himself had been confirmed as the legitimate heirs of the Bonaparte family.

"Charles?" Morny suddenly spoke, but his eyes did not shift at all.

"What, sir?" Charles asked in a low voice.

"People who are too proud of themselves are usually those who do not know that they are about to fail." He said coldly.

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After the ceremony, Louis-Bonaparte called Charles to his meeting room.

After the hard work just now, the president's face was obviously tired, but his mental state was still good.

"Charles, has your work in the Ministry of War been going well recently?" Without too much greeting, Louis-Bonaparte asked Charles directly.

"Well, everything is fine." Charles nodded respectfully. "Although the difficulties we face are greater than expected, overall, the people in the ministry are quite cooperative. At least no one is deliberately looking for trouble with me."

"That's good." Louis Bonaparte smiled and nodded, "I don't ask everyone to follow us. Those who don't want to follow us, just don't get in the way."

"But... after observing for a period of time, I found that the biggest problem in the army is not in the Ministry of War, but in another place." Charles said cautiously.

"What do you mean?" The president's expression immediately became solemn.

"From the current situation, the bigger problem is in Paris, in the Tuileries Palace." Charles lowered his voice, and then told Louis-Bonaparte everything that Lucien had previously reported to him.

As Charles narrated, Louis-Bonaparte's face became more and more solemn, and his brows were furrowed.

"This problem is indeed very serious." After Charles finished speaking, he said coldly.

Then, the room fell into a depressing silence. Although Louis-Bonaparte's expression did not change, Charles knew that the other party was very angry now.

"Charles, we must remove Changarnier from all his duties and take control of the garrison troops in Paris." After a long time, Louis-Bonaparte finally spoke.

This is obvious - if you want to stage a coup, you must have the capital's garrison in your hands, but... everything is not just talk.

"But even if we want to do this now, we can't do it unless we are completely sure. Judging from the current situation, we are not yet at the right time to do so..." Louis Bonaparte's expression was full of confidence and calmness, "Although we have now greatly undermined the prestige of the parliament, they are still an effective power institution after all. I can't get rid of them all at once, so I have to wait for them to continue to make mistakes, continue to fall apart... continue to immerse themselves in disputes and boring party debates..."

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His tone became more and more indifferent, "But I can't forgive them! I absolutely can't forgive them!"

After a moment, the president calmed down again.

"Charles, have you found any generals in the army who are willing to cooperate with us during this period?"

"Among the people recommended by the Duke of Dalmatia and Count La Porta, I have already contacted some generals," Charles still lowered his head. "Although it cannot be said to be completely reliable, I still found that some generals are inclined to us. As long as we continue to contact them, we are likely to get their support."...

"For example?"

"For example, General de Saint-Arnaud." He answered carefully, "Although he is now in North Africa, I have established a private correspondence with him. From the information he revealed, he appreciates our ideas and has great ambitions for his future."

[Jacques Leroy de Saint-Arnaud was born in an aristocratic family in 1801. He joined the army in 1817, but resigned due to obscurity. Then he took risks in several countries and returned to the army as a second lieutenant after the July Monarchy in 1831.

After that, he went to Algeria and made many military achievements there. He was promoted to general in 1843. During the February Revolution in 1848, he was a brigade commander in Paris, but did not participate in the suppression. He was then transferred to North Africa by the Republican government.

After that, for his personal advancement, he became a Bonapartist and was appreciated and promoted by Louis Bonaparte. In 1851, Louis Bonaparte appointed him Minister of War, and he became one of the main planners of the coup. Napoleon III awarded him the title of Marshal of France and appointed him as a senator in 1852. 】

"Saint Arnaud?" Louis Bonaparte frowned slightly and remembered the surname. After all, every general who is willing to join him now is very important. "Ambition? It doesn't matter. We need ambitious people who dare to follow us to do big things! I will use him!"

"I will give you a detailed list later." Charles said respectfully.

Due to the advantage of being a time traveler, Charles can easily find those generals who originally supported Bonaparte in history and finally helped to participate in the coup, and then he recommended these people to Louis Bonaparte as his own discovery.

Therefore, Charles inadvertently became the recommender of these people - in the future, he would naturally be appreciated by these people and Louis Bonaparte.

Why not?

"Charles, you did a great job!" As expected, Louis Bonaparte was very happy.

"This is what I should do."

"I can make my uncle a marshal this time, so what's the problem with making your grandfather a marshal next time?" Louis Bonaparte patted Charles on the shoulder to encourage him, "Keep doing a good job, Charles."