Eagle’s Glory

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"I will cherish it, sir."

After seeing Aigron's reply, the old musician was very relieved.

Because of the illness, his hands were shaking slightly all the time, and his handwriting became more and more scribbled.

For him now, talking so much with Renbi was already a very unbearable physical work, but his spirit did not sink into sluggishness, on the contrary, it became more and more elevated.

There is always exciting energy in young people, they represent hope and the future, they are also handsome and cute, which makes people feel happy - not to mention that the boy and girl in front of them are two commanders who have left history children.

Just looking at the pair of children standing in front of him, he felt that history itself was frozen in front of him.

This epic feeling is the easiest to touch the soft and sensitive heart of the artist.

"I was in the outskirts of the city when Napoleon captured Vienna in 1809. Although I had no chance to see his true face, I had to face the violence and horror of the war. Some of my relatives and friends died in the war... At that time, Vienna was under artillery fire. Trembling in the middle, a few years later Paris was also trampled by foreigners' military boots. No one got glory from these wars, but only the tragic image of corpses strewn across the field.

I am very glad that the era belonging to our generation will eventually pass, and all the horrors soaked in blood will also be with our memory. I wish you, young sir. I wish the children of my former idols to start their lives in this country in an enviable way, and I wish the new generation cast aside the old hatred and barriers and welcome a bright future. It is also a relief to me that you can commemorate the stormy seas of the past with peaceful happiness. "

With a dual mood of excitement and relief, he wrote such a passage and handed it to the young man in front of him.

However, the old man's words full of expectations did not touch the young man's heart.

Peaceful bliss?

Maybe many people will feel extremely satisfied with this, but he won't, his blood needs to be driven by passion, and he also has too many things to do, and he can't stop no matter what.

Therefore, no matter how sincere the old man's attitude is, he can't change his stubborn heart—everything has been decided, and it can never be changed.

The old man didn't notice the proud and stubborn gleam in the young man's eyes at the moment, but looked at Teresa.

A gentle smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and then he nodded towards His Highness.

Teresa walked to his side knowingly, and then looked at the musician curiously.

Beethoven continued to write on the paper and handed it to Teresa.

"Thank you for visiting me at the end of my life, my beautiful majesty. Although it is only the first time I meet you, I can still feel your humility and enthusiasm. You respect me and love music, which makes me very happy It is an honor - but I hope that you will not limit your love to a small field of art, but leave more to this country and its people.

In your vantage point, if you only enjoy your own little world and turn a blind eye to the injustices that abound, then you are betraying God's providence for you. The country belongs to its people and not to your family. It is only by accident of history that your family has been on the throne of Austria until now. It is a blessing but also an obligation that you should exercise with humility. Power benefits the people, and only in this way can your family continue on the throne. If you wish not to repeat the French repertoire, then you should take my advice. "

These words are simply deviant by the standard of "divine right of kings". It is precisely because he often said similar things that Beethoven was disgusted by the Austrian government, but he did not compromise, even when facing Teresa. Also outspoken.

If it is other members of the royal family who hold conservative ideas,

She might get angry when she saw such words, but Teresa didn't get angry. On the contrary, she agreed with the musician's words.

So, she picked up the pen and wrote down quickly on the paper.

"I will always bear in mind what you said, sir. I have always believed that I was only named Habsburg by accidental luck, so I must be in awe and fear, and must not indulge in self-indulgence, let alone Bullying the weak, on the contrary, you should use everything you have to help others... I will always remember that once the anger of ordinary people gathers, it is enough to burn the heavens, let alone the palaces of the earth?"

Then, with a little shyness, she glanced at the young man next to her, and then continued to write, "I told Your Highness before that I am not greedy for wealth and glory, and I am not afraid of living an ordinary life. I am prepared for this! Of course, thanks to my good father, I will not fall into poverty no matter what. I know how enviable I have everything, so I am willing to protect it with generosity and humility. all of these."

After reading Teresa's reply, the elderly musician couldn't help being moved.

He looked at Teresa's slightly flushed face again, and his haggard heart suddenly regained a little vitality, and he thought of joking.

"It's really emotional love. In this case, I believe that you will be able to be happy. But I feel a little emotional when I say this. If it weren't for the accidental reversal of history, you would be the queen of France... You should be Should I regret that I lost this opportunity, or should I be grateful?"

"As long as your highness can make full use of his talents, I will not feel uncomfortable about any kind of life. It is good to be a hermit living in the country, cultivating flower gardens and sorting out manuscripts; It is also good to be a traveler and accompany His Highness to see all the mysteries in the world; as for being a queen..." Teresa bit her lip, then continued writing with a kind of pride and confidence that was rarely seen in her. .

"This is not a problem for me. Since the French can accept a Corsican as their emperor, they can naturally accept an Austrian as their queen. As long as you work hard enough, everything can happen Isn’t it? My aunt didn’t do well enough to go to the guillotine, but I believe that if I try hard enough, nothing is impossible, and I can do better than the French expect.”

Seeing such serious handwriting on the paper, Beethoven was ashamed to say that he was joking.

"It's the ambition of young people that is enviable. Please continue to be confident, Your Highness, the door of the world is always open for you." In the end, he could only write down this sentence and gave it to Teresa.

Teresa looked around the room again, and the poverty and dilapidation that could be seen made her heartache again.

She knew there would always be poverty in the world, but a talented musician like Beethoven shouldn't be in this situation. In a sense, it is the responsibility of her country.

"Sir, can I... can I give you some sponsorship?"

With great expectations, Teresa wrote her request on the paper, "Forgive me that I don't have much money...but I want to do my best to help you, at least improve your living conditions."

Beethoven took a look at the note, first smiled, then shook his head at her.

Then he wrote his own words.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but please allow me to refuse. To tell you the truth, in the past few years, people from the upper class have expressed their willingness to sponsor me, but I have refused, because my dignity does not allow I am under the protection of others - I have received the patronage of some noble people, but at that time we were connected and respected each other, but they have all passed away... My heart goes with their departure I went and cooled down, and no one can give me the same feeling anymore, so I don't need new sponsors anymore, I live on my own creations, although I am destined to be poor, but it also makes me have a clear conscience, I have no regrets about this Satisfied."

After Teresa read it, she immediately felt admiration and sentimentality at the same time, so she couldn't help but continued to write.

"But your current situation, I really can't let myself stand by... You just taught me to help the people, so how can I watch you struggling in the pain without saying a word?"

But it is a pity that the other party is still insisting on his stubbornness.

"Your Highness, don't grieve for me. I don't grieve for myself. People are destined to return to the embrace of God after birth. Death is just relief and rest. I'm just feeling sorry for this world... come, dignitaries Go, there was in the past, there is now, and there will be many in the future, but there is only one Beethoven in this world. When I leave the world, they will never find another one. God knows how long it will take for the next person who can be crowned in the music world to appear Woolen cloth?"

If such words come from others, they will definitely be ridiculed as arrogance, but in his writing, the overflowing pride makes people feel reasonable.

Then it makes people feel sorry-after all, some things will never come back after they are lost.

Thinking of this, Teresa felt her eyes a little sore, and she almost shed tears.

She is still young and hasn't experienced many life and death, but today she really feels that the vitality is leaving this talented musician, which makes her feel endless regret.

Really do nothing? She couldn't stand it.

But the stubbornness of musicians is also difficult to change.

She thought about it, and then suddenly a flash of light came to her mind.

Then, she picked up the pen and paper and wrote it down quickly.

"So, sir, can I order a piece of music from you? I would like to ask you to compose a piece of music for me and Your Highness."

Then, flushing again, she added, "For weddings, if you can."

After receiving this note, the old man's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"Sir, I don't know what price you charged for composing songs for others before, but I am willing to use all the money I have now to order a song with you. I hope you will not refuse because the price is too small... ..."

Teresa wrote another sentence and handed it to the other party, then forced herself to raise her shy face and looked at the musician expectantly.

The old man's heart was also moved.

Obviously, Teresa still wanted to help herself, just to take into account her own dignity, so she changed her method and donated generously in the name of "custom music".

This did not offend the dignity of the musician, on the contrary, it moved him even more towards Her Majesty Teresa.

The reddish face, the rolling eyes, although he has lost his hearing, the musician seems to feel that he can hear the girl's melodious voice in his mind.

Ouch, how many men can refuse!

He couldn't help squinting at the young man next to him who was unaware of everything.

Lucky boy, if you can let it go, it's your fault.

With a little emotion, he happily wrote the following handwriting on the paper:

"Don't be nervous, Your Majesty, my fee is not expensive. And just like the "Fur Elise", I would be happy to compose a "Fur Teresa" as a gift to you. And the mind that has become dull, it is difficult to compose a melody that touches the heart, so that it has failed your expectations."

Seeing the old man's reply in this way, Teresa was relieved immediately, she almost cheered out of great joy, and managed to control herself.

She had achieved her goal, and she could help this musician whom she had admired for a long time at the last moment; at the same time, she could also get a gift song from him, and what was even better... that gift song was destined to bless her and His Highness.

She couldn't help but cast a glance at the young man who had been sitting silently by the side.

You don't know what I got for us!

Then she regained her composure and wrote on the paper again, "I am very grateful to you for giving me the opportunity to share your genius in this way... Sir, your music will make me famous Historically, I think my name will be remembered for your gift. I wait with great anticipation and gratitude for the day when your manuscript will be completed, and I will permanently collect your manuscript and leave it to my posterity.”

After reading what she wrote, Beethoven smiled. Then he started to write again.

"Even without me, you will definitely be remembered by history, and people like you are destined not to be buried."

Then, he went on to write, "Your Highness, I once believed in the supreme justice and happiness of human beings, and I have doubted many times whether this belief is true and whether it is worth sticking to. I am very happy, until I At the last moment, I was able to stick to this belief. You shared a beam of light from the window with me, which made this winter a lot warmer, so I will also share some of my remaining light with you—and best wishes My best wishes. Even in a deep sleep, I'll be glad to see the best things in this world last."