Eagle’s Glory

Following the orders of Prime Minister Metternich, Aigron took the carriage to the residence of the famous musician early in the morning under the "protection" of the court staff.

Right now, Beethoven lives in Heiligenstadt, a small place on the outskirts of Vienna.

In this day and age, the place is sparsely populated and the conditions are poor. However, with the expansion of modern industrialization, the city of Vienna is also expanding, and Heiligenstadt has finally become part of Vienna's urban area, which is divided into 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 he was completely deaf, he had to constantly crank up the volume while composing, so that his weak hearing could hear the tune, a practice that easily angered his neighbors.

So Beethoven had to move around in his later years.

It's funny. After he died, the neighbors who had driven him away began to cherish the memory of the great composer. In the end, Vienna is said to have more than 20 "former residences", and his name can be seen everywhere.

But that has nothing to do with the current Aegron.

When he came to Beethoven's residence, Teresa arrived at about the same time. After the two got off the carriage, they met downstairs in the apartment building where Beethoven lived.

It was mid-winter now, so Aigron was wearing a thick coat, a black tuxedo, a black vest and a white shirt, a pocket watch in his breast pocket, and a velvet top hat on his head. , his hair is neatly combed, like a young gentleman.

Teresa, on the other hand, looked well-groomed, wearing a blue and white patterned winter dress, light red moccasins, thick socks and jeweled earrings. The azure blue gems made her slender neck appear white.

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

As soon as she saw Agron, Teresa's eyes lit up, and she quickly walked to his side to say hello to him.

"His Royal Highness... good morning. I'm sorry for delaying your time today because of my willful request."

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

Teresa was keenly aware that the young man in front of her seemed to be unable to express herself.

"Are you mad at me for the matter of His Royal Highness Sophie?" she asked cautiously, and then defended herself, "Aigron... In fact, when I saw her that day, my first reaction was to leave quickly, I didn't. I thought about disturbing her and you. But... but she stopped me and said some very ugly things to me. I couldn't help but fight back. This is definitely not my intention, please Don't be angry."

"I'm not mad at you." Aegron sighed. "It's all over."

Although he didn't witness the quarrel between the two of them for the first time, Agron believed Teresa's defense - based on what he knew about Teresa, he believed that Teresa was definitely not someone who would take the initiative to cause trouble, so he Not angry.

But even so, when he thought that Teresa had made Sophie so angry, he couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

"I don't know how she relayed my words to you, but I want to repeat it to you, I will not interfere with your present freedom, I just hope 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 deal with His Majesty's wrath? In the end, not only will you be unlucky, but even she will have to bear it." Your Majesty's rebuke."

"I know everything you said." Aegron shook his head gently, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, aren't we here to visit today?"

Seeing the young man's lack of interest, 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 feel... Do you think I have done something wrong? I quietly appreciate your Do you think I should hold my breath and keep my mouth shut? Do I deserve to be inferior? Have I not made enough concessions for you?" She looked at the young man with aggrieved expression. "His Royal 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 too uncomfortable... or you order me now, I will go back and apologize in front of her , as long as you are happy now."

"Teresa, where did you say that?" Agron was greatly surprised and waved his hand quickly, "I have never blamed you, and I never thought of forcing you to apologize to His Royal Highness."

"You don't behave like this." Teresa blinked, although she looked aggrieved and scared, but there was a sly and playful light in her slender eyelashes, "Since we are here today, then Shouldn't treat each other so coldly, should they?"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to stretch out her hand to Aegron nervously.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, as if to say, "Wouldn't you like to be generous with me?"

In desperation, Aegron could only fulfill her wish, reaching out and holding her hand.

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

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

After arguing with Sophie at the theater last time, she felt both happy and scared.

Fun is naturally because he took the opportunity to spit out the evil anger that has been accumulated in his heart for a long time; and the fear is that Sophie is worried about provoking right and wrong and instigating Aegron to hate himself.

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

For this reason, she secretly thought of an idea, and as soon as she met, she showed weakness to the young man, showing her grievances and pain, in order to impress his sympathy.

Her mother had taught her some tricks a girl should have, and she learned to apply it. Now it seems that her plan has been successful. Aegron no longer minds what happened before, and the turmoil disappears.

It seems that His Highness still has a place in my heart, and happiness is not so 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.

It 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 brings light to the residents inside.

That master lives on the fourth floor.

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

Because of the complex occupation and composition of the residents, the smell in 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 all of Europe, she was very excited, and her footsteps were especially brisk.

The two quickly reached the top floor, and the doorman 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 their purpose.

"Allow me to inform sir that he can't hear the knock." He explained to the two in a low voice, then asked them to wait at the door for a while.

Soon, he walked back and nodded to the teenagers, signaling that they could come in.

Two people walked in and saw the scene inside.

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

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 is almost invisible for writing and drawing. The floor was full of letters and official correspondence, and there was a mirror between the windows, and there was a faded curtain on the edge of the window sill.

Teresa looked at the servant as if to rebuke him for not tidying up.

"Sir never let me clean up without an order, for fear of affecting his ideas." The servant replied aggrieved.

"I see... I'm sorry." Teresa suddenly realized, then nodded again, "It seems that geniuses have some quirks..."

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

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

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

Aegron didn't know what to say, and smiled embarrassingly.

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

He was not tall, short and bloated, and looked sturdy in appearance, but his skin had turned a morbid yellow due to liver disease, and his hair had been gray and disheveled, and his beard had grown a lot. It looks like a snake on Medusa's head.

He was wearing old wrinkled sheepskin trousers, his broad nose was short and square, and a deep dimple on the left chin made his face oddly asymmetrical, 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 sharp gazes towards them,

On the armrest beside the reclining chair, there was a long pipe, and it looked as though he had just gotten out of this little entertainment, and there was still a smell of undissipated tobacco in the room.

His head was covered in white hair, spread messily on his head, and there was no more rational light in him, but more of the breath of a dying god.

He was already in poor health. In recent years, he often suffered from stomach problems and vomited blood from time to time. He would sometimes wander around town in such rags as a tramp that some thought he was crazy.

After seeing the current appearance of the great musician, Teresa's eyes widened in surprise, and then she finally reacted and covered her mouth, not letting herself exclaim rudely.

Although she knew that the person opposite was already deaf and had lost her hearing for a long time, Teresa lowered her voice subconsciously, unwilling to alarm this great and poor artist.

"God, he really won't live much longer!" she thought to herself.

Then she felt a little sad in her heart.

Both for the musician's unfortunate fate and for his Austrian homeland.

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

Perhaps sensing her sadness, the old man stood up slowly and nodded friendly towards the boy and girl, "I'm very glad to see interesting visitors at this time, two highnesses, salute you."

His tone was very strange, like the sound of metal machinery colliding, "Please forgive me if I have offended me, because I have been deaf for a long time, and I don't know if what I said is normal."

"Mr. Beethoven." Agron responded, bowing to the old musician, "It's a great honor to meet you!"

And Teresa also let go of Aegron's hand and bowed solemnly with her skirt.

Although both of them knew that the old man couldn't hear what they were saying at all, the surface courtesy was not lacking at all, and they were full of respect for the genius musician who was dying.

"Your Highnesses, if you have something to say to me, please write it down on paper, and we will communicate in words." The old man pointed at the pen and paper on the desk, then looked at them with a peaceful look, "Although God has deprived me of it It improved my hearing, but it also gave me the opportunity to communicate with others using one of the greatest inventions of mankind."

Teresa held her breath, suddenly feeling a strange solemnity.

After seeing his appearance, she no longer doubted what her father had said before - the musician was indeed not far from death.

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

Should we be happy or sad?

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

Theresa subconsciously recognized the scribbled handwriting.

"His Royal Highness, I only 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, I will Can I hear you play a song?"

Of course I can, but you can't hear... Theresa sighed in her heart.

Immediately, another note was handed to her.

"Don't worry, as long as I see your fingers moving, I can hear the tune in my head, exactly. So please play it with confidence, I'm really 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 hands to the keys, but suddenly trembled slightly.

To perform in front of such a great musician is indeed a little nerve-wracking.

"Teresa, don't worry, just show your usual performance." Aigron saw the embarrassment in Teresa's heart at this time, and immediately comforted her, "I heard it so I know, you Plays well."

The youth's encouragement, like sweet honey, made Teresa's nervousness disappear without a trace.

His Highness is also looking forward to me... She smiled reassuringly, and then, as if at home, flipped the keys of the piano, and the beautiful melody resounded throughout the room with the dance of her fingers.