Eagle’s Glory

Fifty, a poem

"His Majesty King Charles X of France:

Recently, I was surprised to hear that some of my personal affairs have disturbed you, which makes me really feel guilty.

In order to allow you to govern the country with peace of mind, and to wash away the sudden stigma, please allow me to explain the brief process of the matter to you.

Last month, a gentleman named Gordon came to visit me at Schönbrunn Palace and claimed to be an advisor to His Excellency the Duke of Orleans. He made a series of proposals to me, the most important of which was asking me to declare my support for the Orleans family Come against you, in exchange for a series of favorable treatment - I'm afraid that's what you're worrying about.

However, unlike what you feared, I rejected his proposal without hesitation, not all because of respect for the Bourbon family, but because I did not want my supporters (if they still exist), Going to risk a cause that has nothing to do with them in exchange for my own glory and wealth.

As far as I am concerned, my father's adventure in 1815 has been misguided enough, and I cannot and will not repeat it, and I am even less willing to cooperate with the Orleans family and let this bad family succeed.

Since France no longer belongs to the Bonaparte family, it may be a better result to return it to your family. I sincerely wish you a long and healthy life, and use your rule to heal the wounds of this country for thirty years.

The Capet family has ruled France for nearly ten centuries, and your ancestors have created brilliant achievements. Although your family has suffered catastrophe in recent decades, but now that the storm has passed, I implore you to use the compassionate heart that a king should have, to apply love and blessings to each of your people, and bestow them with peace and prosperity.

I think, as long as you do this, you don't have to worry about the shadow left by the past history, let alone me, an ordinary person who is thousands of miles away.

Here I solemnly assure you that the political situation in France has nothing to do with me. I only want to live my life in Austria and have no intention of interfering with the order of France. I will not support any French who challenges your rule.

Not your friend but still respecting you—"

In the early morning sunshine, Egron, who was sitting in front of the window sill, finished writing the letter he was going to send to the King of France in one go.

When he signed the final signature, he originally planned to write the name "François-Charles Bonaparte", but after thinking about it, in order not to stimulate the sensitive nerves of the old king who was nearly 70 years old, he changed the signature to Became "Franz, Duke of Reichstedt."

He was very satisfied with the guarantee that he had come up with after thinking for a long time.

The wording in the letter was a very obvious compromise, and the tone was very humble, enough to satisfy the vanity of the old king.

But in fact he promised nothing, gave up nothing, and only vaguely assured that he did not want to interfere in French politics "now" and would not support any actions of the Orléans family.

As long as I run out in the future, I can change my mind at any time and find someone who wants to "although I have no intention of power, but I know the sufferings of the French people well. Assume due responsibility" and other rhetoric can overturn this guarantee.

With this letter, King Charles X can at most stop the mouths of the supporters of Orleans, without hurting him at all.

With a little pride, he carefully put the letter into an envelope, sealed it with red paint, and put it away in his desk.

Just as he was about to ask Chanel to make him another cup of coffee, a visit from a court servant interrupted his rhythm.

"After lunch, His Majesty will set out for a tour of the countryside, and he hopes you can go with him, Your Highness." The attendant smiled and saluted him respectfully, "You can make preparations now.

Although Aigron was slightly surprised, he immediately nodded and agreed.

"Okay, I see, thank you Your Majesty for giving me such an honor."

The attendant did not leave immediately, but continued to smile, lowered his voice and added another sentence.

"It is expected that Her Royal Highness Princess Teresa will also accompany you. Your Highness, I wish you a pleasant journey."

Then, he turned and left.

Egron could clearly feel that the court servants and officials had a much warmer attitude towards him recently.

It's definitely not because he grows more handsome, but because of Grand Duke Karl and Teresa.

The court is full of etiquette and smiles, but it is also full of indifference and snobbery. In the eyes of these people, they were just a sojourner in the court and a servant with no title, so they only maintained superficial politeness; but now, they Seeing that His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be intending to marry him with the daughter of Grand Duke Karl, his attitude immediately changed.

In other words, in their eyes now, they have the hope of becoming a master in the future, and they need to curry favor.

From the very beginning, he wanted to use the prestige of Grand Duke Karl to create favorable conditions for himself, but he didn't expect that people would undergo such a big change before this happened.

He finally fully understood the tireless teachings of his teachers, and they were indeed right.

Although he and the teachers have different goals, they want to stay in Austria more comfortably and they just want to slip away, but at least for now, it is profitable to have a good relationship with Teresa.

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After lunch, His Majesty the Emperor temporarily bid farewell to his Schönbrunn Palace with great pomp and circumstance, and headed for the fields and villages in the outer suburbs of Vienna.

It is now the beginning of autumn, the most comfortable time of the year, and it is also a good time for hunting.

In order to experience the joys of the fields and the countryside, His Majesty the Emperor will make frequent tours during this season every year. Aigron has followed him several times in the past, but this time he is no longer an inconspicuous little transparent, but seems to be faintly became a focal point.

Naturally, there was another person just like him—as the attendant leaked in advance, Princess Teresa, the eldest daughter of Grand Duke Karl, was also invited to participate in the parade for the first time.

The palace has always been a place of gossip, and now I am afraid that no one is unaware of the marriage plan that has been pushed forward, so the entourage and ladies are all whispering, watching the Duke of Reichstedt The good luck of His Highness is also watching the latest progress of this plan.

However, Aigron didn't care about this, he was never afraid of people's words.

In the evening, the palace convoy stopped in a small village in the wilderness.

This village is located in the dense forest, with sparse houses and only one manor villa in the center, which is enough for His Majesty, who is bored in the palace, to experience the authentic rural life.

Under the guidance of the attendants, Aigron, His Majesty the Emperor and others came to the living room of the villa. There were so many people crowded in, the living room seemed a little cramped, but His Majesty sat directly on the chair next to the fireplace, looking in a good mood Looks great.

"Finally you can escape from those annoying things." He glanced at the people in the room, "Ladies and gentlemen, you can treat yourself as if you are attending a party of squires here, and you can do whatever you want, only One - don't talk about any political topics, can you do it?"

Of course, His Majesty's will will be carried out to the greatest extent, and the people in the living room responded one after another.

"Very good." His Majesty the Emperor nodded in satisfaction, and then suddenly changed into a more gentle tone, "Frantz, Teresa, come here."

Aigron walked out of the crowd obediently, and of course Princess Teresa walked to his side step by step.

Aigron looked at Teresa. Today, she is no longer the jeweled and dazzling look on the day of the banquet. She has returned to the simple attire when the two met for the first time, only wearing a light yellow skirt.

Teresa noticed that Aegron was looking at her, and she was a little shy at first, but she still bowed to him respectfully.

His Majesty the Emperor carefully looked at the two children in front of him, and then couldn't help sighing.

"Oh, what a handsome and lovely two children... they can be called the pride of our family, can't they?"

Of course, no one dared to object to His Majesty's words, and everyone nodded in agreement, making Teresa even more ashamed and lowered her eyes, not daring to look at anyone.

After laughing for a while, His Majesty the Emperor restrained his expression, and then looked at the young man.

"Frantz?"

"What are your orders, Your Majesty?" Aigron asked hastily.

"You have always said that you hope you can achieve something in your pen. Although I agree with this, I am always a little skeptical. After all, this kind of thing is not enough to have desire, and you need some talent-so, today I want to test it. Do you have this talent."

Eggron was taken aback.

"You...how do you want to test?"

"Why don't you write a poem here." His Majesty the Emperor smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead swayed accordingly, "To commemorate today's trip to the countryside, let Teresa review it by the way, what do you think?"

Eggron was even more surprised. He didn't expect his grandfather to make such an abrupt request. He was not prepared beforehand.

The court attendant didn't inform me before, it seems that His Majesty the Emperor himself had a good time, so he made the request temporarily.

However, up to now, it was really hard for him to refuse.

"I... I can try it, Your Majesty. But please understand that I have no preparation in advance and can only improvise. If my level is low, please don't scold me."

"It's okay." His Majesty smiled and shook his head.

Eggron was silent for a while, thinking briefly for a while.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he smiled sheepishly, and then slowly opened his mouth, reading out his impromptu sonnet.

"The setting sun dyes the village with the golden color of honor

The sparrow dove also accompanied the king's arrival

The ruler of the earth separates himself from the dunya

I just want to forget the joy of the mundane world for a while

Even so, he was apprehensive

Can't let go of the fetters on the throne

That is the love of the subjects and the heavy responsibility of the empire

He has withstood a terrible frenzy

Also suffered ups and downs in the stormy sea