Eagle’s Glory

Accompanied by Genz, Mr. Finick-Gordon rode in a carriage and embarked on his way back to Vienna.

Along the way, his expression was solemn, and he no longer had the excitement and anticipation he had when he came here, and this emotional change, of course, did not escape Mr. Genz's sophisticated gaze.

"It looks like this was a very unsuccessful visit?" In the midst of the speeding carriage, he whispered to Gordon.

To be honest, he was really curious as to how the special envoy of the Duke of Orleans went to meet Napoleon's heir, and what topics would he discuss.

"It was quite unsuccessful indeed." Mr. Gordon smiled miserably. "It makes me very worried."

"Worry about what?" Genz immediately asked.

"To us, and to you," Mr. Gordon replied in a muffled voice. "I can already be sure that the Duke of Reichstedt has not given up everything he has lost, and he still firmly believes that he is qualified to dominate France."

Although he deliberately controlled his expression, Mr. Gentz's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"This is not a secret for us. His Highness is at a young age, and it is normal to have some grand dreams." He did not reveal his true thoughts, but answered vaguely. "A person always has some delusions in his youth..."

"If his ambitions are destined to be delusional, then it's a good thing for all of us, but ... I'm afraid that because of the selfishness and hatred of each other, it will end up making everything out of control." Phoenix- Gordon shook his head, "Don't forget, it wasn't until 1813 that European countries really joined forces to march against Napoleon, and finally subdued this terrifying great man..."

Mr. Gentz ​​was suddenly silent.

"I know what you Austria thinks, you want to hold this card in your hands and use it to scare everyone, especially us French, to take the opportunity to make concessions. But this delicate diplomacy, in the end, It may bring endless calamity to everyone, including yourself." Mr. Gordon shook his head slightly, showing a lack of interest.

"Maybe in the hands of our generation, this will not happen, but we are destined to survive this young man. When our generation is dead, the witnesses of Napoleon's time have withered, and there will be no one at that time. Remembering the cruelty of the blood, the children only remember the glory and the glory, they are tired of peace, they regard compromise as surrender, and patience as perseverance, then he will have a great opportunity to display his demagogic fantasies!"

Seeing that he was a little excited, Mr. Gentz ​​smiled reluctantly. "I didn't expect you to be so disgusted with the Bonaparte family."

"No, I am not at all disgusted. Even today, I still admire the emperor. He brought the whole nation to glory with his supreme genius, and then destroyed it with his own unrestrained fantasies. I am not qualified to judge. He can only look up." Mr. Gordon replied with a wry smile, "It's just that our poor country can no longer afford another Napoleon's madness."

"Does this young man really have this ability in your opinion?" Mr. Gentz's expression became serious. "Being a new Napoleon is not something you can do by blood."

"At least in spirit, he has this ability, and there are not many people who can argue with me at such a young age that they have nothing to say." Mr. Gordon smiled bitterly, "I don't know if he has this ability in the military. , if not, wouldn't it be more terrible? Paris was occupied by foreigners twice under Napoleon, and I don't want to see a third time..."

Seeing that Gordon was so jealous of Duke Reichstedt, Genz narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thoughtful.

"You Austrians, especially Mr. Metternich, like to play tricks, but I implore you not to play with fire on this issue, or you will be burned on yourself." Mr. Gordon emphasized again, "Make sure he does not It is in all of our interests to be on the throne again."

"This... I can tell you the truth." After hesitating for a while, Mr. Gentz ​​finally decided to tell the other party truthfully, "Your Excellency Prime Minister does not intend to let him inherit any inch of land, nor does he intend to lift the control - even if Metternich and I are gone in the future, our successors will never change their minds."

After hearing Genz's assurance, Phoenix Gordon's expression finally relaxed a lot, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"You still have some sense after all..."

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Of course, Aigron had no way of knowing about the secret conversation between Genz and Gordon. After the visitor left, he resumed his usual life trajectory.

His course education is still continuing, but because of the previous injury, he does not need to take physical courses, but mainly courses such as language, mathematics, and historical philosophy.

In this unchanging, dull life, there is no shortage of bright colors.

Princess Sophie would often come to him, take him to relax, and try her best to make him happy—this is probably also because of the compensation psychology after the fall from the horse.

Today was cloudy and the temperature was cool and comfortable. She brought Aigron to the garden to paint and sketch together.

Her Royal Highness is wearing a royal blue dress today. In this era, this special blue synthetic dye has not been dyed. It can only be made by mashing lapis lazuli from Afghanistan. These expensive lapis lazuli are even more expensive than Gold of the same quality is more expensive.

Against this backdrop, Her Royal Highness the Princess is even more radiant.

At this time, she was sitting on a marble bench, holding a paintbrush in her hand, frowning slightly, and staring at the distant scene calmly, with a stand in front of her, and canvases on it.

Of course, the education the princess received includes painting, and she has also put in a lot of hard work, and her skills are outstanding, but she never likes to let her paintings spread out, and they will basically be destroyed after each painting, and a very small part is very satisfied. , it will only be collected, and occasionally taken out to enjoy it for yourself.

Right now, she was waving her paintbrush attentively, next to her oval wooden palette and a young boy standing still.

After a while like this, she let out a long sigh of relief, then put the brush on the stand, and the rough outline of a painting appeared on the canvas—a few statues hidden among the trees.

"Aigron, I'm so sorry for making you wait so long, it must be boring, right?" She smiled apologetically to the boy.

"Actually, I feel pretty good," Aegron replied. "Watching you draw here is better than looking at the faces of a bunch of old men."

"Are you praising me or hurting me?" Princess Sophie couldn't help laughing.

"A full compliment, I can assure you." Aegron replied sincerely.

"Okay, I'll accept it." Princess Sophie nodded with a smile, "I'm also very happy to see you recover so smoothly recently."

Although the weather is gloomy now, Her Royal Highness is obviously in a good mood. There is a pleasant atmosphere in the chat and laughter, and even Aegron can't help but feel a lot better.

While the two were chatting and laughing, Princess Sophie suddenly changed the subject.

"Aigron, I heard rumors that His Majesty the Emperor wants to find you a marriage partner."

After saying this, she narrowed her eyes narrowly, "Are you feeling really looking forward to it?"

Aegron was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't have any sense of expectation. For me, I'm afraid I haven't reached the age of marriage yet. kind of thing."

Although it was a surprise, he quickly figured out the purpose - the Austrian royal family probably planned to tie him here for a long time, and if there was an heir, wouldn't he be dispensable at that time?

So he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"I'm not letting you get married now, I'm just looking for candidates..." Princess Sophie shook her head with a smile, "I think it will take a year or two to wait until everything is handled properly. You're just an adult at that time, in fact It's pretty good too..."

Before he could answer, Princess Sophie turned her head and looked at him seriously.

"Remember what I said to you last time? I don't know which princess can be so lucky to be by your side all the time - I thought about it carefully for you, if you can marry a Habs If you are the princess of the Fort family, it may be a great improvement for your situation, especially if your father-in-law has a strong voice in the family... It should give you a lot of freedom."

"What a rotten father-in-law, I don't need it! Napoleon said that the thing he regretted most was marrying the princess of the Habsburgs. The unfortunate king who was guillotined was also hurt by the princess of the Habsburgs... Aigron pouted, with a disapproving look on his face. "Compared to Habsburgs, I'd rather be by your side, the longer the better."

"I'm discussing with you seriously!" Princess Sophie blushed slightly, then scolded angrily, "Don't always use this kind of words as a shield, do you think I haven't heard enough of this kind of words since I was a child? "

"This is my sincere words." Aegron still looked at the other party without flinching. "Of course it feels different when different people say the same thing?"

Under the young man's gaze, Princess Sophie's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

"Don't say such bastards, I'm already married..." In order to hide her panic, she quickly replied, "You shouldn't talk like this."

"So I can't get married, can I?" Aigron took another step closer to her, "I don't need a person to cause trouble for me. Having a prince in the middle is enough to make people sick!"

"Shut up!" Princess Sophie snapped, finally making the boy stop.

The two looked at each other for a while, then she looked away.

"I can pretend that I didn't hear what you said just now... Don't say it again in the future, okay?"

Aegron didn't answer, just turned his eyes away angrily and looked into the distance.

Seeing him remain silent, Princess Sophie suddenly felt a little regretful, for fear that her strict attitude would make him sad and lost.

"Aigron, don't be mad... I'm just... just..." She continued, but she didn't know what to say, "I just want you to have a good time... So let's stop arguing, okay? I was just a little bit. It's too much, don't worry about it, let's change the subject."

Feelings always come out from the most subtle details, but this small concession seems to contain too many meanings.

Begging and begging, which one is the real meaning?

"Then, would you like to draw me a portrait of you?" Agron turned his head again and looked at Princess Sophie melancholy. "I want to keep it forever. Can you agree to this trivial request?"

"Okay, of course." Princess Sophie nodded immediately, and then picked up the brush again. "Then you smile too, don't frown."

Aigron showed an elegant smile that had been strictly trained, and looked at Her Royal Highness.