Eagle’s Glory

Following Prime Minister Metternich's instructions, Egron took a carriage to the residence of the famous musician early in the morning under the "protection" of the court staff.

At present, Beethoven lives in Heiligenstadt, a small place on the outskirts of Vienna.

In this day and age, it is sparsely populated and the conditions are poor. However, with the expansion of modern industrialization, the city of Vienna is also expanding. Heiligenstadt eventually became part of the city of Vienna and was assigned to the 19th district.

In his later years, Beethoven gradually lost his hearing in both ears, until he was completely deaf in 1819 and became deaf. Before becoming completely deaf, he had to crank up the volume of his compositions so that his weak hearing could hear the tunes, which easily angered his neighbors.

So Beethoven had to move around in his later years.

It's funny to say that after his death, those neighbors who had driven him away began to cherish the memory of this great composer. In the end, it is said that there were more than 20 "former residences" in Vienna, and his name can be seen everywhere.

But that has nothing to do with Aigron now.

When he arrived at Beethoven's residence, Teresa also arrived at about the same time. After they got off the carriage, they met at the downstairs of Beethoven's apartment building.

It's the middle of winter now, so Eggron is wearing a thick coat, a black tuxedo under the coat, a black vest and a white shirt, a pocket watch in the breast pocket, and a velvet top hat on his head , hair combed neatly, like a young gentleman.

Teresa, on the other hand, looked well-groomed in a winter dress embroidered with blue and white patterns, pale red moccasins, thick socks, and jeweled earrings. The blue gem made her slender neck appear white.

Both of them were dressed a little older than their actual age, as if they were attending some important social event.

Seeing Aigron, Teresa's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly walked to his side to say hello to him.

"Your Highness...good morning. I'm sorry to delay your time today because of my willful request."

"It's okay, Teresa." Aigron looked at Teresa with a complicated expression, "Actually, I'm also very glad to have the opportunity to visit this famous person."

Teresa keenly noticed that the young man in front of her seemed to be having a hard time saying a word to herself.

"Are you angry at me for Her Royal Highness Sophie's affairs?" She asked cautiously, and then defended herself, "Aigron... Actually, when I saw her that day, my first reaction was to leave quickly. I never thought of disturbing her and your interest. But... But she stopped me and said some very nasty things to me. I couldn't help being angry, so I couldn't help but fight back. This was definitely not my intention , please don't be angry."

"I'm not angry with you." Aegron sighed, "It's over."

Although he didn't witness the quarrel between the two of them for the first time, Aigron believed Teresa's defense - based on his understanding of Teresa, he believed that Teresa was definitely not a person who would take the initiative to cause trouble, so He is not angry.

But even so, when he thought of Teresa making Sophie angry like that, he still couldn't help feeling a little complicated.

"I don't know how she told you what I said, but I want to tell you again, I will not interfere with your current freedom, I just hope that you can face your future with a positive attitude. Teresa couldn't help but continue to defend herself, "If you continue to follow her, how will you face His Majesty's anger in the future? In the end, not only will you be unlucky, but she will also have to bear it Your Majesty's reproach."

"I know what you said." Aigron shook his head lightly, "Forget it, let's stop talking about it, aren't we here to visit today?"

Seeing the lack of interest of the young people,

Teresa bit her lip lightly.

"In your eyes, am I so unworthy of cherishing? You are worried about her mood, but you have never thought about how I am feeling... Do you think I did something wrong? I admire you quietly Do you think I should just swallow my anger and say nothing? Do I deserve to be inferior? For you, haven’t I made enough concessions?” She looked at the young man with a grievance , "Your Highness, if you want me to apologize, then I can also apologize in person, I just ask you not to treat me like this, it makes me feel too uncomfortable... Or you can order me now, I will go to her later Apologize in front of me, as long as you are happy now."

"Teresa, where did you go?" Aigron was shocked and quickly waved his hand, "I never blamed you, let alone forced you to apologize to His Highness."

"Your behavior is not like this." Teresa blinked, although she looked aggrieved and scared, but there was a playful light in her slender eyelashes, "Since we are here together today, then You shouldn't treat each other so coldly, should you?"

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to Aigron seemingly nervously.

Her eyes were full of expectation, as if to say, "Will you not be lenient with me?"

In desperation, Aigron could only fulfill her wish and reached out to hold her hand.

Teresa wrapped her arms around the boy's, like a lady accompanying her husband on a visit.

Her original tension and pain were swept away at this moment, and a happy smile appeared on her face again, while she was secretly happy in her heart.

After the last quarrel with Sophie in the theater, she felt both happy and scared.

Carefree is naturally because he took the opportunity to spit out the bad breath that has been accumulated in his heart for a long time; while he is afraid because he is worried that Sophie will sow discord and instigate Eggron to hate himself.

She was never afraid of what Sophie would do to her, but she couldn't bear to be retaliated like this.

For this reason, she secretly thought of an idea, and as soon as they met, she immediately showed weakness to the young man, showing her grievance and pain, so as to impress his sympathy.

Her mother had taught her some of the methods a girl should have, and she learned to apply it. Now it seems that her plan has succeeded, and Aigron no longer cares about what happened before, and the turmoil disappeared without a trace.

It seems that His Highness still has my place in his heart, and happiness is not that far away from me... Teresa let out a sigh of relief, and leaned gently on the young man's shoulder.

After the two reconciled, they walked into the apartment building.

This is a square four-story apartment building, each floor has rooms and windows on four sides, and a patio in the middle of the apartment building to bring light to the residents inside.

The master lived on the fourth floor.

Under the leadership of the gatekeeper, the two young His Royal Highnesses went upstairs and walked towards the fourth floor on the hard stone stairs.

Due to the complex occupations and composition of the residents, the smell inside the building is not very pleasant, and in the cold winter, the temperature in the building is even more piercing due to the draft.

However, Teresa didn't care about such trivial matters, because she was able to visit the whole of Germany—no, the best musicians in the whole of Europe. She was full of enthusiasm and her steps were particularly brisk.

The two quickly walked to the top floor, and then the gatekeeper knocked on the door.

The door was quickly opened, and an old servant appeared in front of them.

He looked at the boy and girl standing at the door, and quickly understood who they were and why they came.

"Please allow me to inform sir that he cannot hear the knock on the door." He explained to the two people in a low voice, and asked them to wait at the door for a while.

Soon, he came back, nodded to the boys and girls, and signaled that they could come in.

Two people walked in and saw the scene inside.

The setting here is very untidy, with a sense of disorganization everywhere - a plate of breakfast leftovers on the table, full, and various half-full and half-empty bottles; beside the plate is a sheet of music. draft of

Next to the table is an old piano, with a few pieces of paper scattered on it, the handwriting is very scribbled, and the original handwriting can hardly be seen when writing or drawing. The floor was littered with letters and correspondence, and there was a mirror between the windows with a faded curtain on the sill.

Teresa looked at the servant, as if blaming him for not cleaning up.

"Mister never asks me to clean up without an order, for fear of affecting his idea." The servant replied aggrievedly.

"So that's it... sorry." Teresa suddenly realized, and then nodded again, "It seems that geniuses have some eccentricities..."

Then she looked at Aigron again, "Your Highness, will you do the same in the future?"

"I don't think so..." Eggron shook his head.

"Even if it becomes like this, I will clean it up for you myself." Teresa whispered with a smile.

Aigron didn't know what to say, so he smiled embarrassingly.

Then the servant led them into a small room next to them, and then they saw an old man lying on a recliner.

He was not tall, short and bloated, with a solid appearance, but his skin was sickly yellow from liver disease, his hair was gray and disheveled, and his beard was also very thick. Long, it looks like a chaotic snake on Medusa's head.

He was dressed in wrinkled old sheepskin, with a broad nose, short and square, and a sunken dimple on the left side of his chin, which gave his face a strange asymmetry, and his brown face, though expressionless, , but there is always a tragic feeling lingering in it. And the gray-blue pupils in his eyes are casting a sharp gaze towards them,

On the arm of the chaise-longue stood a long pipe, which he seemed to have just escaped from this little amusement, and the room still smelled of tobacco which did not dissipate.

His head was full of white hair, spread messily on his head, and there was no more rational light on him, but he could even see some aura of being on the verge of death.

He was already in poor health, but in recent years he often suffered from stomach problems and vomited blood from time to time. He sometimes roams around town in such rags that some people think he's gone mad.

After seeing the appearance of this great musician now, Teresa opened her eyes wide in surprise, and then she finally reacted, covered her mouth, and did not allow herself to let out a rude exclamation.

Although she knew that the person on the other side was a deaf person who had lost her hearing a long time ago, Teresa still lowered her voice subconsciously, unwilling to disturb this great but poor artist.

"My God, he really won't live long!" she thought to herself.

Then, she felt a little sad again.

Both for the unfortunate fate of the musician and for his own Austrian motherland.

Can't our country tolerate a little bit of culture...

Perhaps aware of her sadness, the old man slowly stood up, and nodded friendly to the boy and the girl, "I'm very glad to see interesting visitors at this time, Your Highness, I salute you."

His tone of voice was very weird, as if it was the clashing sound of metal machinery, "Please forgive me if I have offended you, because I have been deaf for a long time, and I don't know if what I say is normal."

"Mr. Beethoven." Aigron reacted and bowed to the old musician. "It's a great honor to meet you!"

And Teresa also let go of Aigron's hand, holding up her skirt and solemnly bowing to him.

Although both of them knew that the old man couldn't hear what they said at all, there was no lack of superficial politeness at all, and they were full of respect for this talented musician who was dying.

"Your Highness, if you have something to say to me, please write it down on paper. Let's communicate in words." The old man pointed to the pen and paper on the desk, and then looked at them with peaceful eyes. Lost my sense of hearing, but also gave me the opportunity to communicate with others using one of the greatest inventions of humankind."

Teresa held her breath, and she suddenly felt a strange solemnity.

After seeing his appearance, she no longer doubted what her father said before—this musician is indeed not far from death.

She was visiting him now in the last days of his life.

Should we be happy or sad?

Just when she was feeling emotional in her heart, a piece of paper was handed to her.

Teresa subconsciously deciphered the scribbled writing.

"Your Highness, I just heard that you are coming to visit a few days ago. Although I was very surprised, I am still very happy because the introducer said that you like playing my music very much... Today, since you have come, then Can I hear you play a song?"

Of course I can, but you can't hear... Teresa sighed inwardly.

Immediately, another note was handed to her.

"Don't worry, I can hear the tune in my head as soon as I see your fingers move, exactly. So, please feel free to play, I'm looking forward to your performance."

"Okay." Seeing that the other party said so, Teresa nodded, then walked to the piano and sat on the seat.

She raised her hand to put it on the keys, but suddenly trembled slightly.

To perform in front of such a great musician is indeed a little scary.

"Teresa, don't worry, just show your usual behavior." Aegron saw Teresa's embarrassment at this time, and immediately comforted her, "I've heard it so I know, you Plays well."

The young man's encouragement, like sweet honey, made Teresa's tension disappear without a trace.

His Highness is also looking forward to me... She showed a reassuring smile, and then touched the keys of the piano as if at home, and the beautiful melody resounded throughout the room with the dancing of her fingers.