Flowers, Swords and France

Because it was too unexpected, Fran looked at the other party in doubt and did not respond for a while?21??

"Ms. Treville... I am very happy... I am very happy to meet you." Jerome Bonaparte was also at a loss now, as if he could not even finish his words, "I... Since we said goodbye in England, I... I have always hoped to see you again."

He seemed to want to bow, but the cake in his hand stopped him from moving, so his body was swaying and he didn't know what to do. He lowered his eyes and dared not look at the other party. He was obviously a strong young man, but at this time he looked a little funny.

"Puff" Fran, who had come back to her senses, couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

"It's nice to see you again. By the way, why did you come to France? When did you come?"

"Well... uh... I just came to France a few days ago. I'm really lucky to have caught up in time to congratulate you on your birthday." Jerome Bonaparte nodded and answered very eagerly. "As for how I got here... I have to thank your brother for pleading with His Majesty the Emperor and finally getting his permission to serve in the Imperial Army as a foreigner..."

"So you are serving in the French Army now?" Fran finally understood.

"Yes, I am now a glorious member of the Imperial Cavalry, and my current rank is Lieutenant." The young man straightened his back immediately, and then as if he was afraid that the other party would misunderstand him, he immediately explained, "I served in the American army before and accumulated several years of military experience, so I was not made a lieutenant because of favoritism... I think I am very qualified to be an officer."

"Oh, I believe so too." Fran nodded, not wanting to delve into it. "You must be a very brave and reliable soldier."

Although she said it very politely, the young man seemed to have received great encouragement, and his face was about to blush in an instant, and he couldn't help but move closer. "Ms. Treville, actually, I think..."

"Ah, sorry, we can't waste too much time here." Before he could finish, Fran smiled and raised the knife covered with cream cake, interrupting the other party's words, "The people behind are still waiting! You can go to the back and rest for a while."

Jerome Bonaparte was stunned for a moment, then looked back, and there were indeed a few people waiting for him, and some people's eyes were already very impatient.

"Okay, sorry..." He had to agree with her, and then stepped aside with a little frustration and expectation.

After he left, Fran immediately put aside this little episode, and then continued to happily cut the cake for others, and everyone flattered her and wished Miss Treville a happy birthday, which made the whole hall fall into a cheerful atmosphere for a while.

However, because the identities of the people present today were not so simple, so this jubilation was bound to be mixed with something else.

Although it was not Charles' birthday today, he was still the undisputed protagonist here. Almost everyone gathered around him, waiting for his instructions, and Charles accepted everyone and drank glass after glass of wine, as if he was the one celebrating his birthday.

When he was drunk, Charles was in a very happy mood, but he did not forget the most important thing.

He walked to his grandfather's side and took him to a small room next to the living room, and then called Lucien and Viscount Alex de Lautrec, who held a high position in the military.

Although these two people usually talked to Charles without any scruples, no one dared to act rashly in front of the respected Marshal Treville, so they stood solemnly by the side, waiting for the two Treville grandparents to speak first.

"I called you here today not just to make you happy with a little girl." Marquis Treville waved his hand briefly, motioning them to get closer, "First, I want to tell you a secret."

The two men raised their heads and looked at Marshal Treville solemnly, waiting for the old man's instructions.

"We didn't come empty-handed today. We also brought a box with us in the carriage, which contained many things that Charles would be very interested in." Marshal Treville did not keep the secret, "There are many military secrets about Russia. These were brought back by my granddaughter from Russia before, through a Russian friend of ours."

"What?" After hearing the marshal's vague explanation, the two were quite surprised.

"Among the documents she brought back, there are many specific plans for their military operations in the Near East and the Caucasus." Treville continued to explain slowly, "and these documents show irrefutably that in the near future, it is very likely that the Russian government will launch a war against Turkey, and it may even be after the beginning of next spring."

"Tsk..." Both of them were secretly shocked, but they were not very shocked.

After all, they also had a premonition of this.

They were more curious about who the Russian friend who could deliver all this detailed information to France was - the person who could do this was most likely a senior figure in the Russian government or political circles.

Of course, neither the old marshal nor Charles could tell them this.

"Now these documents have just arrived in Paris, and even His Majesty doesn't know about it." Charles added to them meaningfully, "But soon, I will report it to His Majesty so that he can be prepared for this situation. "

"Does being prepared mean to declare war on them?" Lucien asked softly.

Ciel didn't answer directly, just shrugged lightly. "If that's the case, I can only say that something has to happen."

"Ha..." Lucien took a deep breath.

Although he had heard Ciel say it several times before, when he actually heard the news was confirmed, he still had mixed feelings. He couldn't tell whether he was excited or relieved.

But no matter what, there is absolutely no fear.

Although he had left North Africa for many years, his body still remembered the training and fighting at that time, and he had never forgotten the choking smell of gunpowder.

Under a strange arrangement of fate, he left the front line, returned to Paris, and became the son-in-law of the famous Count Dilion family. He was highly respected and envied by people, but he still couldn't get used to this kind of peaceful life. Life, he always felt out of tune with the so-called upper-class life, and those social events that he had to go to made him distressed. He had never learned the so-called elegance.

But war can make people forget all these worries and re-experience the exciting feeling of floating between life and death.

Whether you are fighting for the Kingdom, the Republic, or the Empire, it doesn't matter. What matters is the war itself, the feeling of charging forward against the hot wind to win.

"If that day comes, I will dedicate all my passion and even my life to France." He whispered with a sense of mission that emerged spontaneously.

"It's good to have your sense of mission, but just having this enthusiasm is not enough." Marshal Treville replied with a smile, "Because this time we will be fighting thousands of miles away, and we need a complete set of The transportation and logistics system, if the rear does nothing, then no matter how brave you are, it will be useless, and you will not even be able to see the enemy."

"This is not my job anymore... I am just a frontline officer. I just pounce on the enemy and overwhelm them." Lucien smiled slightly, then looked at Charles, "This is your job, Charles."

"It is indeed my job, and it is the job I have been working hard for." Ciel also nodded, "I have been busy with this for the whole year. Since I became the Minister of Transportation of the Empire, I have been Working to prepare our home front for the coming war And I have to say that this preparation is quite ideal. Now the railways and shipping industries of the entire empire are under the supervision of the imperial government, that is, me. If necessary, I can make them available at any time. To support the empire’s overseas wars.”

Having said this, he added with a smile, "Everything went so smoothly for us, and the resistance we encountered was so small, that it made all my previous preparations seem a bit ridiculous. The authority of the empire, at least now, is unmanned Those who dare to stand in the way, because we dare to exile and shoot ***.”

"It seems that you are really proud of yourself now." Lucien said with a hint of envy.

"You will be equally proud." Marshal Treville suddenly took over, "Lucien, you will join the war as a regimental commander and fight against the Russians under my command. If you are lucky, you will become a general on the battlefield. And then become a noble after the war - as long as I am here, you will definitely be rewarded for your merits."

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"This..." Lucien felt slightly embarrassed.

"There is nothing to hesitate. If you serve the empire, you should be rewarded accordingly." Marshal Treville interrupted him again, and then looked at the two young men again, "You are good friends of our family. We will help you up no matter how much it costs."

Lucien's eyes widened. This was the first time he heard the marshal speak to him in such a cordial manner.

"Since the spring of this year, the imperial army has been reorganizing and preparing for this," Marshal Treville continued to tell them, "Now one year has passed, we have given the army a new look, and they are ready to be deployed against the outside world at any time. In war - no matter which enemy it is, it is not enough. We need not only victory, but also a victory that brings us enough benefits..."

It seemed that because he was the only one present today, this was the first time that the old man spoke so openly.

"I'm old. God knows how many more years I can live. Maybe I should go see God after the war... Who can say clearly about fate?" The old man waved his hand, stopping the three young people from wanting to He comforted himself by saying, "Don't worry, I'm not afraid. I've experienced everything and seen everything in my life, so what's there to be afraid of? I don't have anything to worry about myself. I can rest assured." He is the one who cannot do better..."

He pointed at Ciel standing next to him, "Ciel finally climbed to where he is now. He must not fall down. At least I won't allow this to happen. And in order to fight against the unpredictable fate, I will take advantage of it while I'm still alive. There is still a chance to leave something more for my grandson. I will do my best to get his friends to a higher position and let them help him.”

These words are indeed the true words of Marshal Treville. Now that he is in his twilight years, he just wants to put some trustworthy people around his grandson as future assistants.

And the future war will be a great opportunity.

Because this is a matter of great importance, the room suddenly fell into silence.

"Charles, you are a generous person, I value this very much, because you know what is important and what is not important." After a moment, Marshal Treville spoke again, "Don't be stingy with money, help others more, and make friends. Yes, you are now trusted by His Majesty, but an emperor may withdraw his favor at any time, and we can't let them dispose of us at will."

"I understand, Grandpa." Charles agreed.

Then, Marshal Treville looked at the two young men again.

"Lucien, Alex, you are both excellent talents, but there are also talents of the same level as you in the army. What makes you stand out is not only your talent, but also the hand from above - and I can extend such a hand now. However, I am helping you now, and I hope that you can always stand by my grandson in the future. I am not asking you to be grateful, but I want you to know that only by uniting can we survive the political storm - you escort the Treville family, so as long as we are still here, you will definitely not lack a bright future and wealth. You know the character of me and my grandson, and we will keep our promises."

Lucien was stunned for a moment.

He is now in his prime and energetic, so he has never thought about his afterlife, but when he saw the old man in front of him who knew that his life was not long, persuading himself in such a sincere tone, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Compared to wealth and glory, the emotional card is very useful to him.

"I will do my best to help Charles, as long as I am in the army, Charles can command me." He made a promise.

"What if there is a conflict with His Majesty's order?" the marshal asked.

"It doesn't matter even if it does." Lucien answered without hesitation.

Everyone's eyes were on Alex.

The handsome and smart young man's face changed several times, and finally he sighed.

"I... I have no chance to retreat now... Everyone thinks I am your best friend. If I don't have your support, there are many people who want to take my position."

"Just you know!" Marshal Treville laughed, then waved his hand, "Give me a list, list all of you, I will take every opportunity to promote them." (~^~)