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Chapter 282 Leaving

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    After leaving the negotiation site, Charles immediately stepped up his horse and accelerated towards the field hospital behind the French army's position.  Although it is now a relatively calm period and the fighting between the two armies has basically ended, it is still during the war after all. The Russian army's surrender notice has not yet been issued to every unit, so his followers did not dare to neglect and urged them desperately.  He moved his mount to follow Ciel, trying hard not to let him make any mistakes.  It is not easy to travel at night, especially now that we are in the wilderness, with potholes everywhere. Fortunately, after entering the French army's position, the lights emitted by the camps of each army became natural road signs, allowing Charles to  Walking forward in the wilderness.  Charles was very anxious, because his grandfather had been in critical condition recently, and his physical condition was really worrying. He had passed out several times, and even when he was awake he could only speak intermittently.  It turned out that with his planning and assistance, the empire successfully formed an alliance with the British and jointly defeated the Russians.  Moreover, with his help and support, Count Bezukhov also successfully launched a coup, paralyzing the Russian center.  It can be said that he has become a nightmare for the Russians.  With the surrender of the Russian army and the newly signed peace treaty, he has now reached a new peak in his life.  At this time, on the European continent, a powerful country fell into his hands and was at his mercy; a powerful country was knocked down by him and was unconscious; a powerful country stood in front of him tremblingly, trying every means to please him.  After receiving such honor, what else can you ask for?  However, Grandpa¡¯s illness caused most of Charles¡¯ original excitement to disappear.  He was an orphan in his last life, but he truly enjoyed family love in this life. He has been living with his grandfather for so many years, growing up with his love and care. It was from his grandfather that he learned the ropes of entering this 19th century society.  Grandpa taught him all the tricks, how to deal with the social world, how to seek for his own things, how to act like a Treville It can be said that for him, grandpa is both a relative and a mentor, and the most important person in his entire life.  One of the most crucial people.  Although his grandfather has reached his current age, Charles himself knows that he will definitely die soon. But when his grandfather really lay on the hospital bed, he realized how much he missed this old man, although he had never  He had believed in religion, but during this period, he really prayed to the gods in the dark several times, asking them to extend the old man's life for a while.  Late at night, with a feeling of uneasiness, Charles finally came to the hospital.  At this time, the cold wind was howling outside, and the temperature was frighteningly low. Even though he was wearing a thick coat, Charles still felt the cold that penetrated his bones.  As soon as they arrived at the hospital, the considerate nurse immediately handed them hot water, but Charles didn't care about resting. He took a hot water cup to drink water and strode towards the ward where his grandfather was.  As the commander-in-chief of the French army, Marshal Treville can naturally enjoy privileges even when he is ill. His ward is in a quiet backyard. Ordinary wounded soldiers have to squeeze into a room with more than a dozen people, but he directly occupies three rooms.  between.  But even with privileges, the God of Death will still come to everyone ruthlessly, and death will eventually become everyone's destination.  Ciel tried hard to put aside his ominous thoughts and walked to the backyard.  And just when he came to the door of the ward, the door suddenly opened, and a white figure slowly walked out from the middle.  This is a thin woman. Against the backdrop of the white skirt she is wearing, her skin looks pale, and she looks abrupt and dazzling in the gloomy light.  She has beautiful features, but perhaps due to being too tired recently, her eyes are heavy with bags, giving off a look of exhaustion and haggardness, and her steps are also very light, almost like a ghost floating in the air.  When she suddenly appeared in front of him, Charles, who was originally worried, was immediately startled, but he soon recognized that this was his sister.  Since leading the volunteer team to Crimea, Fran has been working hard with other volunteers to take care of the wounded soldiers, which has accumulated a lot of fatigue for her.  After her grandfather fell ill, she had been taking care of him and rarely had a chance to rest. Therefore, a woman who was originally bright and lovely now looked so haggard, which made Charles feel heartbroken.  Just when Charles was going to comfort her, he found Fran walking to the railing, then holding on to the railing and sobbing silently.  The look of pear blossoms with rain made Charles feel an extremely ominous premonition.  He quickened his pace, rushed to his sister's side, and thenHe held her waist.  "Are you okay?" Fran was slightly startled by the sudden appearance, but when she looked back and recognized the person, a large stream of tears suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she hugged her brother suddenly.  "They they all said they" As she spoke, Fran choked up again, and tears kept pouring down from her blue eyes, sliding down her white face like a waterfall, drop by drop.  fell to the ground.  She said a few words, then lost her breath and sobbed intermittently, until finally, she said a few words that made Charles feel like he was struck by lightning.  "They they all said that they can't survive tonight." "Can't survive tonight?" Ciel murmured to himself.  Although the meaning of the word was clear, his mind was completely blank at this time, and he could not turn the word into a clear meaning. He only repeated it several times subconsciously.  Although he had this premonition, he had some expectations before, hoping that some miracle would happen so that the old man could continue to live longer, return to France, and enjoy the triumph and glory he deserved.  However, the reality was so cruel that he had no choice but to do anything.  ¡°Oh my god¡­he can¡¯t make it through tonight?¡±     How can it be?  A person who has been with me for more than 20 years will leave on such an ordinary night?  How is this possible?  !  Ciel was confused for a moment, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground unknowingly.  "Yes, that's what they said." Fran said while crying, "I didn't dare to cry inside, so I had to come out and cry. Sir I my heart hurts so much!" Xia  I didn't answer. His heart felt the same pain at the moment, but he didn't cry. He knew that if he cried, his sister would be even more heartbroken.  He just stretched out his hand and gently stroked the other person's back, allowing her to cry freely.  After a while, Fran finally stopped crying slightly.  "Let's go in together, he needs the two of us by his side." Charles said in an unusually calm tone, "He loves us after all." "Yes." Fran nodded obediently and followed her brother again.  Went in.  The candlelight in the room was very bright, and a group of people gathered around a hospital bed, and Marshal Treville was lying on the hospital bed at the moment. He was sleeping with his eyes closed, his breathing was very even, and his expression was almost solemn.  .  This old man was originally handsome, and in his many years of military service, he had already accumulated a prestige. After he became a marshal and commander-in-chief, that kind of prestige turned into a kind of self-prestige without anger.  The momentum makes people feel panicked when they see it.  Even if he is sleeping now, people can still feel that he is a great man.  Everyone held their breath beside him, for fear of disturbing the marshal.  Charles pulled Fran to the side of his grandfather and looked at the old man quietly.  I don¡¯t know where the energy came from, his face was as rosy as a child¡¯s, and his eyes became bright and clear, but this made Charles feel panicked.  "Hehow is he?" Charles couldn't help but ask again.  "Sorry, Your Excellency, wewe have tried our best." A doctor whispered.  "Really" This unmistakable verdict made Charles stunned for a moment. Even though he tried his best to appear calm, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.  Then, a powerful minister, an ambitious man who made the whole of Europe tremble, suddenly burst into tears in front of these doctors.  "Sir" Seeing her brother looking so sad, Fran couldn't help but cover her mouth and cry bitterly.  The way the brother and sister shed tears infected these doctors. Although each of them has seen enough life and death, they still feel compassion in the face of the kind of grief that comes from the heart of human beings.  "I'm sorry, Your Excellency I'm sorry" The doctor apologized repeatedly.  "No, this is not this is not your fault." Charles cried while making a gentle gesture, "You all go out, others also need to be taken care of, thank you for your hard work."  These doctors were already incompetent, and Charles didn't want them to stay with him. He wanted to quietly accompany his grandfather through his last moments with his sister.  "I'm sorry." The doctors apologized in a low voice again, then turned and left.  The room suddenly fell into silence.  What did Ciel say??I couldn't say anything, and I didn't want to say anything. I just grabbed my grandfather's hand and cried bitterly.  The two people cried silently beside the bed, and their tears slowly dripped down their faces and clothes, onto the bed, leaving little traces of water.  And at this moment, the sleeping old man slowly opened his eyes as if he heard some call.  The constant cold touch on his hands reminded him that his grandchildren were by his side, and these were the last days. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, but his vision was still blurry and he could only  Seeing the blurred outlines of the two children, he was so anxious that he couldn't help but raise his hand and wave it weakly and stubbornly, trying to drive away the fog in front of him. He wanted to see his children clearly again.  Oh, even if it¡¯s just a moment longer!  "Grandpa!" Both children shouted, and then one of them grabbed the old man's hand.  With his rough hands, he held one in each hand, holding them tightly like this, feeling the warmth from the two hands, feeling the resonance with the blood of the children.  This is his child and his legacy in the world.  In his life, he experienced too many hardships, enjoyed too much glory, faced the threat of the guillotine, and was favored by Napoleon. However, in his later years, with the most successful political speculation, he jumped out of poverty.  He became the marshal of the French army, one of the most dazzling veterans in the army, and a powerful figure in the empire.  The young man who only plucked up the courage to return to France from exile in 1804 and became an officer relying on his family's reputation and respectful flattery to Napoleon had seen Murat, Davout, Ney, Soult  How could he possibly imagine that these dazzling stars under Napoleon's command would one day stand in their position, become the commander-in-chief of the imperial army's expeditionary force, and become the top veteran of the army?  All of this is enough to fascinate anyone with great ambitions.  Even Marshal Treville himself was once proud of this.  However, when facing the last moment of life and hearing the footsteps of death lingering outside the door, this pride and this glory suddenly became so dim again.  "After I leave, what meaning will the elders, the power, the honor have?"  What else is there to worry about?  The only ones worth worrying about are these two children who have continued the bloodline.  Even if they become loess, they will inherit their career and continue this family, so that they can become the souls of heaven in their memories.  "CielCiel" He used his last strength to hold his grandson's hand tightly.  This is his heir, the person he has entrusted his life's expectations to, and the person he can't let go of the most in this world.  "Grandpa, I'm here!" Charles replied with a cry.  The old man wanted to search his mind and give some explanation to his grandson, but his mind was already very confused, and the whole world seemed to be blank, so that he could not think of anything.  "Yes, I never thought, what else could you not be satisfied with about this grandson?"  God has favored himself enough. After half a lifetime of bad luck, he finally gave this grandson to him The old man firmly believed that as long as he continued to walk along this road, he would definitely be able to reach the final glorious shore.  .  And all he had to do was look up to the sky with joy Tears were still rolling down, hitting his hands like raindrops falling from the sky.  Their tears were so sincere. How rare is this kind of sincere emotion in an aristocratic family where fathers, sons, brothers, and husbands and wives are often at odds?  Being able to receive such a farewell, what regrets do you have in this life?  In your eighty-year career, how many tragedies have you seen?  Kings, queens, fathers, uncles, Danton, Robespierre Countless people they knew went to the guillotine; Napoleon, imprisoned, died on an island; Ney, Murat, were shot; Charles X  , King Louis-Philippe, died in a foreign land These terrible eighty years have caused so many people to not have a good death. I can live in this terrible era and die well surrounded by my descendants, what else can I ask for?  No¡­God, I thank you.  Children I just ask that you have a safe future and leave like me.  The old man tried to keep his eyes open and looked at his grandson and granddaughter in the fog, but to his regret, the fog seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and he could not see anything clearly.  God, please, give me some more time.  Please forgive me, IWhile I was angry with the children who loved me so much, I actually cursed them!  I still havewhat else can I be angry about?  What else can't be forgiven?  Ihow can I curse them?  A palpitating sense of urgency suddenly surged into the old man's heart. He was suddenly afraid that the cruel words he had said would become a burden to the children throughout their lives.  By this time, he no longer had any anger. He just wanted his children to live happily.  He tried his best to shake their hands, then opened his mouth with difficulty, emphasizing the vague words.  "Children, I forgive you." Fran and Charles raised their heads and stared at the old man in surprise. This stubborn old man was once so stubborn, but at the last moment, he suddenly said such words.  "I forgive you" Because his body was getting lighter and lighter, the old man found it so difficult to open his mouth, but he still mustered up the strength to say this.  "Grandpa!" Fran couldn't bear it anymore. Tears burst out of her eyes. She leaned down and pressed her body against the old man's chest, just like she did when she was a child.  At that time, she was so cute.  With this thought, the old man opened his eyes wide again.  He has no more burdens and it¡¯s time to leave.  Some colored lights suddenly appeared in the fog, then transformed into various scenery, and finally turned into a blurry figure.  This is a well-dressed lady. She is wearing an old-style exaggerated palace dress. She is tall and has an arrogant face with a bit of charm.  QueenYour Majesty the Queen?  The old man's originally slow mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration.  This is one of the most profound images in his mind.  For a moment, he recalled his boyhood. At the age of twelve, he was taken to the grand ball in Versailles by his father for the first time and met Her Majesty the Queen.  Under the gaze of the ignorant young man, Her Majesty the Queen, who was dressed in fine clothes and surrounded by her attendants, walked up to the young man in an elegant manner and gently stretched out her hand.  The second son of the Duke of Treville, overwhelmed with emotion at the honor he had received, embraced the hand with an almost adoring attitude, and then kissed it as if it were a sacred object.  That ignorant boy plunged into the colorful world in this way.  Today, Her Majesty the Queen came out again. She was still so beautiful, as if she was an elf guiding him to a glorious world.  The old man raised his hand gently, the movement was so small that the children could not detect it.  But that was enough for him. In the light of the illusion, the boy hugged the hand again, and then kissed it devoutly.  The whole world is shrouded in golden light.  "We were so happy at that time" The old man sighed in a low voice at a volume that almost no one could hear, and then fell into a deep sleep forever.
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