Eagle’s Glory

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"So I'll share the rest of my light with you too—and with my best wishes."

After reading the old musician's message, Teresa was both admired and moved.

No matter from any point of view, his life was not happy. His relatives died early, his nephew who had high hopes became decadent, and he himself fell into poverty and couldn't extricate himself... But even so, he did not waver in his love for him. Faith of human beings, and willingly bless themselves.

So, in comparison, what reason is there for the self who has better conditions to feel sorry for himself and give up the pursuit of happiness and kindness to others?

She turned her head abruptly and looked at the young man next to her.

"Your Highness, I just talked with my husband. I will order a piece of music for him in our name... Do you mind?"

Aigron was a little surprised at first, then nodded indifferently.

"Of course, it's my honor."

"It's really a mysterious fate. He didn't dedicate the music to your father, but he dedicated it to you after going around..." Teresa smiled and blinked, "I can't wait to play it myself This piece of music!"

Tereza's spirits were lifted and her face was so radiant that she almost had "boast me up" written all over her face.

"To help him in this way, Teresa, you are really smart." Of course, Aigron would not disappoint her, so he immediately began to praise her, "I look forward to it as much as you do."

"I'll play it for you." Teresa smiled happily after getting the answer she wanted. "It would be best if no one disturbed you at that time..."

Seeing her expectant smile, Eggron felt a little guilty, and quickly turned his gaze away, nodding his thanks to the musician.

Beethoven shook his head, saying that he didn't need to thank himself, then wrote a note and handed it to the young man.

"Your Highness, I sincerely wish you and Your Highness Teresa happiness, so I am very happy to donate my creation... However, it will take some time for me. On the one hand, I am old and my mind is not as active as before; On the one hand, I dedicated music to your father at that time to worship heroes. This time I just want to send blessings and hope to young people. These will be two completely different styles. I need to carefully consider how to arrange the music. I I have created countless solemn or soft tunes, and this time I hope to combine them and leave them to the world as my last work...so I hope you will give me more time, and I hope everything is still in time."

Aigron was a little surprised. He didn't expect Teresa's accidental proposal to actually stimulate the long-lost creative passion of the old musician.

Undoubtedly, with his current physical condition, if he can really create something, it should be a "posthumous work".

He could feel the weight of that expectation in the last flash of soul of an old genius before he passed away.

Can you really bear the weight? He was suspicious.

But even if he couldn't bear it, he had to continue, so he nodded without hesitation, and then wrote the reply on the paper.

"I understand the difficulties you are facing, so I don't have any time requirements for you. You can create it in the way you like. I look forward to your masterpiece and feel supremely concerned about it glory."

After seeing his reply, the old musician smiled in relief.

"Your Highness, although this is the first time I've seen you, I can tell that you are not an arrogant and harsh person. The sufferings in your life did not overwhelm you, but instead taught you to look at it from the perspective of an ordinary person rather than a crown prince. Others. And judging from your conversation with me just now, you have received education seriously, and after thinking, you have a set of opinions of your own, instead of blindly following others, which is really valuable for your age—although I don't agree with all of your opinions, but I also admit that your opinions are not unreasonable.

If you can always maintain a magnanimous and considerate character in the future, you will be loved by more people. Even if Napoleon left many enemies in this country, you can make them forget the past hatred, not to mention Her Highness Teresa will also make it easier for you to win the hearts of the people...I guarantee that if you work hard for this, you will be one of the most popular royals in Austria. Please keep God's teaching in mind, use your generosity and mercy to benefit this country, and save it from Metternich's tyranny, this will be its blessing! "

Metternich's tyranny...

Aigron suddenly fell into embarrassment.

Beethoven has always been a liberal in his political views, so he was very dissatisfied with Metternich's high-handed rule, and hoped that the younger generation like him and Theresa could change all this and let the Austrian people be free.

But... To be honest, first, he has no ability to change Metternich's policies, and second, he doesn't think Metternich's ruling methods are completely useless.

Although the relationship between Metternich and him was not good, the old guy was right in saying something - neither of them believed in the beautiful vocabulary of liberalism, or they didn't believe in anything at all. From this point of view, he is a good student of the old guy.

No matter how many things Metternich did wrong, during his long tenure as prime minister, he at least kept this multi-ethnic empire and even Europe at peace for 30 years, which is commendable enough in modern times .

Therefore, if he is given a chance to be in power, he would rather secretly learn from Metternich and display "tyranny" in a relatively soft way, rather than allow liberalism that despises authority to erode the country. The political practice of the past few years has proved that this kind of idealism is doomed to fail.

On this point, his position is opposite to that of the old musicians.

However, of course he was not in the mood to have any political debates with this dying old man. The other party was already like this, so why bother arguing?

Besides, he didn't intend to do anything for the Austrian people, he just wanted to leave quickly.

So he just nodded vaguely, muddling the question away.

Next, this visit also came to an end.

Aigron and Teresa spent some time communicating with Beethoven on paper, and then said goodbye to the old musician together.

Beethoven walked to the door and watched the boy and girl leave. Although he looked very tired, it could be seen from the fire in his eyes that the old man was already full of passion for creation and was just waiting to race against death and put his own The posthumous work was rushed out.

Aigron and Teresa went downstairs, and after going out to take a breath of the cold but fresh air outside, the two of them finally got rid of the gloom in their hearts,

"God always let the bad guys get ahead, but let the good guys suffer!" Teresa sighed. "Sometimes I really don't understand what He is thinking."

"Maybe He likes to watch this kind of cruel drama." Aigron replied, "Otherwise, why would the world be in turmoil and endless wars?"

Teresa was a little frightened by the young man's jokes that were almost blasphemous. She looked around hurriedly, and after making sure no one could hear her, she looked at him nervously, "Aigron...how can you be so calm? How do you say that?"

"Isn't what I'm saying true?" Aigron asked back, "In any disaster, famine, or war in history, there has never been a savior, and people can only save themselves. Instead of pinning hope on illusory guys, it is better to Fight for it, otherwise, you can only stand by and let others slaughter you, what's the point of being a 'good person' at that time?"

These words sounded cold and cruel to Teresa.

She suddenly recalled that in the theater, Sophie also said arrogantly, "I only take God seriously when it is beneficial to me, otherwise just go away! What right does He have to say three things to me?" Dao 4?" or something like that.

It's exactly the same, she must have taught it to be bad! Teresa thought.

This woman has given His Highness too much bad influence, but it must not continue like this.

However, she didn't want to argue with the young man either.

"Your Highness...don't talk like that anymore." She lowered her voice and tried to persuade Aigron, "Maybe your words are right, but we are in Austria after all, and people are still full of reverence for God, unlike the French who don't care Any deviant remarks..."

Aegron was a little strange.

"Teresa, haven't you complained about Austria in front of me all this time? Why do you suddenly start to be scruples again?"

"I still think so now, but for your future, I think it's better to be more cautious in your words and deeds." Teresa smiled embarrassedly, "There are many sinister people in this world, and they secretly hug you." There are many people who hate you. Even though my father strongly supports you, it is inevitable that some people will spread rumors and slander... In this case, the less we complain, the better, because any sentence may be taken as The basis for attacking you. In the past, I didn't care what others thought of me, so I said whatever I wanted, but now it's different...I don't want to be the one who entraps you. "

Aigron was stunned for a moment, feeling a little mixed in his heart for a moment.

No wonder Teresa changed her previous words and deeds. When she met Beethoven, she did not write down any political remarks on paper, let alone complained about the Austrian government’s control, and the Austrians’ disrespect for culture and art. She complained before So much—instead, he and Beethoven had a heated discussion around the Great Revolution with great interest.

It turned out that Teresa restrained herself deliberately, she didn't want to leave anything to attack herself.

Teresa, why does it always make people suddenly moved.

He forced himself back to normal thoughts.

"To tell you the truth, when Metternich left Schönbrunn Palace, he specially gave me a task, asking me to supervise you not to make any remarks that are unfavorable to the current government. Metternich does not want to face being publicly criticized by members of the royal family. embarrassment." Now that the interview is over, Aigron no longer needs to hide from Teresa, "It seems that my mission doesn't need to exist in the first place, Teresa, you have effectively avoided trouble."

"Hmph, Metternich..." Teresa curled her lips lightly, as if a little dissatisfied, "He is too bossy, really annoying. Sigh, but if it is beneficial to His Highness, I will respect him."

"Teresa, there's no need to do this..." Aigron replied with some embarrassment, "In short, you can do things the way you like, and don't worry about me so much."

"But what if the way I like to do things now is to be cautious about His Royal Highness?" Teresa looked at Aigron with a smile, and then asked back.

"..." This rhetorical question made Aigron a little overwhelmed.

"Okay, let's stop discussing these unpleasant topics." Teresa continued to smile, bypassing the embarrassment between the two, and then pointed to the open space in the distance, "Your Highness, while there is still a little Time, can you take a few steps with me?"

"Of course, my pleasure." Aigron nodded.

So, the two of them walked into the open space arm in arm.

Because of the winter, the grass on the open space had already withered and turned yellow. Teresa looked around and saw only dead trees and iron-blue apartment buildings, and there was only gloomy blue-gray everywhere.

Her gaze moved again, and finally fell on the handsome young man.

Seeing His Highness will make you feel better.

"Your Highness, it will be Christmas soon." She spoke again, "Do you remember? You promised my mother before that you would attend our family's party on Christmas."

"Of course I remember." Aigron nodded. "Don't worry, since I agreed, I won't change my mind."

"Then I'm relieved!" Teresa nodded heavily, and then continued, "My mother is looking forward to that day..."

Then she felt like a light touch on the top of her head and face.

She suddenly looked up and saw that there were some small flying insects flickering in the cloudy sky.

Ah, it's snowing.

Under her gaze, fine snowflakes fluttered from mid-air to the ground.

The girl's heart was instantly activated by the pure white flowers.

"Your Highness, it's snowing!" She looked at the boy excitedly.

"Yes, it's snowing." Eggron nodded calmly.

There was nothing exciting about this to him, it was just a natural phenomenon that would occur in winter.

But it meant something else entirely to her.

This is probably the blessing of the angels - although she knows it is not, she is willing to believe it.

"Your Highness, you probably still want to fight for power, don't you?" She opened her eyes wide and looked at the young man, "Although I didn't see the content of your conversation with Beethoven, judging from your expressions, you I still like to be like my father."

Aigron was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, there was no need to hide this from her, so he nodded. "That's right."

"Well, all men are like this, they are fascinated by power... My father also especially hopes that you can become a pillar of the empire, and your thoughts must make him very happy." Teresa sighed softly, as if feeling a little bit It's a pity, "This is also very good, after all, it is better to pursue something than to waste your life..."

Then, she moved closer to the young man, then raised her head to look at him, and spoke her mind seriously.

"As I said before, if you like power, then I will accompany you in pursuit of power. Anyway, you are no worse than those on stage in European countries!"

Aigron looked at Teresa in bewilderment.

How should he respond to Teresa?

The snowflakes were beating his hair, and they seemed to be beating his heart.

"Huh?" At this moment, Teresa suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance, her expression seemed to see something unpredictable.

Aigron subconsciously looked aside.

Then he suddenly felt the side of his face turn cold, as if he had been touched by something wet.

The cunning girl!

He couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, but the tingling touch on his face made him feel warm again.

A moment later, the touch bid him farewell.

"Your Highness, you must remember Christmas!" Teresa ran away with her cheeks blushing.