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    Just as Crimea entered the cold and lonely early hours, Paris had just entered the early spring night.  Although the sky was getting dark quickly, the brightly lit city soon continued to illuminate the city with artificial light sources. People were having fun everywhere in the colorful streets. In the dim light, the city  The residents are drunk and dreamy, adding a different kind of debauched charm to the city.  In the center of this modern Babylonian city, the Tuileries Palace is still brightly lit tonight, and elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies are constantly shuttling between the gates and corridors of the palace, decked out with their own jewels.  with this palace.  Recently, in order to celebrate the empire's series of military victories on the Crimean Peninsula, the Emperor and His Majesty the Empress held many banquets and invited celebrities from all over the world to have banquets in the palace. When the hall was full, the entire palace was ablaze with lights.  The splendor allows the empire's power and glory to be fully displayed. When seeing the gleaming palace, who would think of those poor people who are still suffering from cold and illness in the wasteland of the peninsula?  At this time, the palace's banquet tonight is also in the midst of a grand opening. An endless stream of guests gathered in the palace hall, preparing for a new grand banquet, waiting for the Emperor and the Queen who will be attending in their best attire.  And the person they were waiting for was staying in the study, listening to the report of the new Foreign Minister Count Alexander Valewski.  "Your Majesty, this is the draft of the peace talks we have drawn up for the Russians." The count handed a document in his hand to His Majesty the Emperor in a respectful and reserved tone, "Please take a look." His Majesty the Emperor handed it over.  He took it over, browsed it briefly, and then put it directly on his desk.  "Not bad, I'm very satisfied. You've worked hard." There was a sense of pride in his smile that could not be concealed, but this was normal. After all, he had achieved results that he could not have imagined a few years ago.  A few years ago, he was just a pretender to the throne in exile in England. He had no money and no power worth mentioning. He had nothing but the surname Bonaparte. No one paid attention to him. The world seemed to have  Forget him.  But a few years later, he had become the ruler of one of the most powerful countries in the world, and used the country's wealth and army to defeat another old enemy, forcing them to bow before him.  What a wonderful experience this is, and what a brilliant result it is!  Apart from God taking care of him, is there any other explanation?  At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor is convinced that his auspicious stars are shining brightly. He knows that no matter what he does, everything will go smoothly. The whole of Europe can only tremble and bow at his feet. No one can resist the thunder in his hands.  "Congratulations, Your Majesty." Count Walewski congratulated His Majesty the Emperor again at the right time. "Right now, the Russians have fallen into civil strife. They will not be able to deal with us in the next generation, or even longer.  Now, we can freely exert our power in Europe." "What's your opinion?" His Majesty asked.  "A Poland that may be reborn needs the protection of France. Although the Russians will be overwhelmed by the civil strife, Poland is still very weak, and the surrounding countries that are eyeing it may still hurt her." The foreign minister said cautiously, "Besides, I  It is believed that if we can become the protector of Poland, we can restore the close ties that the two countries once had, and and obtain a spokesperson in Eastern Europe that is in line with our interests." The emperor looked at the words of the foreign minister quietly.  , his face seemed to be smiling but not smiling.  He knew that the Foreign Secretary¡¯s suggestion was not only based on the interests of France, but also on some emotional considerations. After all, he was the illegitimate son of Emperor Napoleon and his Polish mistress.  However, at this moment of great joy, he did not expose the other party¡¯s thoughts, and just nodded calmly.  "I will consider it." Then, he immediately changed the topic.  "Is there any news from the front line? Is Marshal Treville feeling better?" "II'm very sorry, Your Majesty." As soon as he said this, the minister's expression quickly changed from excitement to sadness, "I just received it.  According to the telegram, the marshal's physical condition is very bad, and it is very likely that he will return to the arms of God in the next two days. "Is that so?" His Majesty opened his eyes in slight shock.  But soon, he returned to normal. Marshal Treville was nearly eighty years old and in his final years. Now he worked tirelessly to go to the front line, and his energy was so low.Exhaustion is quite normal, and he has been mentally prepared for it.  However, when it was truly confirmed, he still felt a little pity in his heart.  Marshal Treville was a loyal general of His Majesty the Emperor back then, and when he returned to France and regained power, the Marshal also played a great role.  After he became president, he had been working hard for the Bonaparte family, and finally helped him restore the empire and ascend to the throne of emperor.  His Majesty the Emperor is deeply grateful for his loyalty and contribution.  However, in these years, the expansion of the power of the Treville family has made him feel a kind of threat.  Grandpa is a marshal and a veteran of the army, and his grandson is an imperial minister with great power. The combination of the two is enough to make any emperor suspicious.  It can even be said that the Treville family has unexpectedly turned into a power group that even the emperor finds troublesome.  Although he hoped to continue to use their abilities to carry out his political strategy, His Majesty the Emperor also began to secretly guard against them in his heart.  At this time, it can be said that Marshal Treville left at the right time. He had climbed to the pinnacle of honor, but could no longer threaten the emperor's power. After he left, the Treville family was no longer so scary.  When he thought of this, His Majesty the Emperor couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.  In this case, he does not hesitate to give the highest honor to those who are not a threat, so as to encourage others to continue to serve him. "Alas fate really plays tricks on people." His Majesty the Emperor sighed longly, "Originally, I wanted to serve him.  The marshal held the grandest triumphal ceremony, so it¡¯s really cruel that I can¡¯t see him again? In this case, let¡¯s give him the honor he deserves before it¡¯s too late!¡±  "Your kindness is touching, Your Majesty." The Count immediately agreed with His Majesty.  Since he led the expeditionary force to achieve such a glorious victory, the emperor naturally wanted to give the marshal the highest reward as a soldier. Originally, the imperial government had begun preparations to reward the entire army during the triumphal ceremony of the marshal's return home, but now it seems that  Can't wait until then.  And the Foreign Secretary certainly has no objection. His relationship with the Treville family is pretty good, and he naturally hopes to continue to have a good relationship.  "I will promote him to the rank of Grand Marshal and award him with the highest medal of honor," His Majesty the Emperor lowered his gaze and said word by word, "In addition, I will promote him to the rank of Duke. As for the title" Thoughts  While here, His Majesty the Emperor hesitated slightly.  Originally, these things could be prepared slowly, but now the marshal's body could not wait any longer, so he had to seize the time.  According to Emperor Napoleon's customary style, he would use the place of victory as a emblem to award to those generals who led the army to win important battles. For example, Soult was the Duke of Dalmatia, and Davout was awarded the title of Olste  Duke Te, Ney was awarded the Duke of Elchingen, etc., so His Majesty the Emperor began to think about what title to give to Marshal Treville.  "How about calling me Duke Kirson?" His Majesty the Foreign Minister looked up at the emperor, "Sevastopol was called Kirson in ancient times." "Duke Kirson" His Majesty the Emperor repeated subconsciously.  Once, and then nodded suddenly, "Okay, just use this! You go draft a telegram and send these honors and badges before it's too late. Oh, poor old Victor!" "To be missed by you so much.  "It has been his greatest honor, Your Majesty." The Foreign Secretary bowed deeply and exited the room.  After the Foreign Minister left, His Majesty the Emperor immediately left the study, came to the hall that was already full of guests, and threw himself into the glitz and glamor of the lights.  This will be one of the most glorious moments of his life.  His Majesty the Emperor¡¯s Order of Commendation was quickly conveyed to Crimea, thousands of miles away, through the cold ticking of the telegraph. It was then nervously translated into plain text by translators and then delivered to the headquarters by the commander¡¯s attach¨¦s.  When the telegram finally reached Charles, it was already early in the morning.  But it finally failed to catch up with the time. Just two hours ago, Marshal Treville had permanently stopped breathing and passed away with wishes for his grandchildren.  This old man is lying peacefully on the bed, with a calm expression and a little bit of relief. If his body hadn't gradually become colder, it would be almost the same as sleeping.  But for the two people sitting blankly next to him, the world has become completely different.  Charles took the telegram from the attach¨¦¡¯s hand numbly, and then read it hastily.  Grand Marshal, Legion of Honor, the title of Duke these things are so enviable and coveted by the world.  However, the person who was going to receive all this has left, and he will no longer be blessed to receive these dazzling honors.  However, after all, the title of noble can be passed down. Even if the marshal dies, the title of duke he received will remain.  Because his son Edgar has been missing for many years and can be legally deemed dead, according to inheritance law, at this moment, Charles has become the second generation Duke of Curzon.  Duke sounds so dazzling and is one of the most glorious titles in the empire. However, at this time, Ciel was not excited at all, but only felt uninterested.  If this was the price of having to watch the old man leave, he would rather never have such a thing.  But, what¡¯s the point of saying that now?  Those who leave will leave forever and never come back.  When he thought of this, Charles couldn't help but look at the old man again, and tears burst into his eyes again.  As a minister and the grandson of a marshal, it was obviously inappropriate to show such an emotional look. However, when the sadness from the heart surged into his heart, Charles completely forgot about his manners.  , can only vent his grief in the most primitive way of human beings.  However, the dead are dead after all, and the living still have their lives and the path they must take.  Ciel suddenly felt someone hugging him from behind. Although the force was very small, the hug was very tight.  "Go and have a rest, sir. There are still so many things waiting for you to do" Fran's voice still sounded a little crying, "We, we still have to take grandpa home." Her call,  Jean Ciel's rationality gradually became clearer.  Yes, there are still so many things to do, so I need to rest for a while.  He turned around and looked at his sister, looking at her haggard face. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroked her still smooth cheek.  "You should go and take a rest." Charles, who had not slept all night, stumbled to the camp bed in the corner of the ward, and then lay down on his own.  However, as soon as he closed his eyes, his grandfather's voice and smile appeared in his mind, and then he felt severe pain in his brain and heart, and he couldn't fall asleep.  I don't know how long it took, but the exhaustion from his heart finally made him fall into a drowsy sleep.  In the next few days, Charles lived like this in a daze, just performing his tasks in a mechanical way, and handed over the army to the general who succeeded Marshal Treville. He slept very little these days.  It was unstable, day and night were reversed, so that the whole person became quite haggard.  After a few days of busy work, he finally handed over most of the matters.  As for Marshal Treville, he also put him in the coffin and prepared to take him back to the country with him.  They boarded the Napoleon, the flagship of Treville's command of the entire army. This mighty and magnificent battleship once carried the marshal from the mainland, passing through Gallipoli and Varna, and arrived in Crimea with high spirits.  It has witnessed the Commander-in-Chief's victories, witnessed his honor and glory, and now, it will take the Commander-in-Chief back to his homeland, just as he came.  Because the fighting with the Russian army had stopped, all the units of the British and French coalition forces were free, so the scene of seeing off the marshal became unprecedentedly grand. Almost every unit sent its own representatives to the port of Balaclava.  , watching the French commander leave.  The flags of each army fluttered in the sea breeze, and the constant sound of gunfire further represented the soldiers' respect for the commander-in-chief who led them to the final victory.  Just like the farewell to Marshal Raglan, the Marshal's coffin was towed to the port by a gun truck, then unloaded from the gun truck, and then sent to the battleship.  At the moment when the coffin was carried onto the warship, the British and French warships surrounding the port and even the artillerymen on the shore fired at the same time. The huge roar made the entire sea begin to shake, and the military band also began to play military music.  The grand scene was unforgettable for everyone present.  But for Charles, these grand scenes have no meaning. He just wants to leave as soon as possible and embark on the journey to send his grandfather back to his hometown as soon as possible. He wants to bury his grandfather in the family cemetery, just like the ancestors.  The Duke of Treville.  Under his expectation, the ship finally started slowly amidst the constant sound of cannons. As the warship left, there were also a large number of transport ships and frigates. At this time, these ships all had tall masts and full sails.  , seems to have woven a white curtain on the sea, what a grand scene!  &nbsp"A general marshal left the world worthy of this scene."  For the sake of etiquette, the marshal's coffin was stored in the captain's cabin where he had been living at that time, and the surrounding cabins were also emptied so as not to disturb the marshal's spirit in heaven.  And Charles stayed in the cabin next to the coffin, staring blankly at the endless sea.  It was very quiet all around, with only the sound of the waves of the sea ringing in my ears. The gentle swaying of the Mediterranean Sea was more like the intimate caress of the sea god than the waves. The rocking of the boat was a surprise to Charles, who had gradually become accustomed to riding in boats.  , not only did it not bring much freshness, but it actually added to the loneliness in his heart.  He just stared blankly like this until the sky turned from light to dark, and finally he couldn't see anything clearly, and then he withdrew his sight.  There are still many things that he needs to worry about, but he is so tired and sad that he would rather not think about anything and wait until he returns home to talk about those things. Now he just wants to spend every day like this.  Just when he was about to go to sleep, the door was suddenly opened, and the sound of gentle footsteps reached his ears.  Even without the help of light, Ciel knew who was coming. Under the current circumstances, besides Ciel, she was the only one who could live in the cabin next to the coffin, and only she would come to him without fear of angering the minister.  Your Mightiness.  "Are you feeling better now?" Charles asked without raising his head.  "How can it be so bearable?" Fran smiled bitterly, walked up to Charles, and then threw herself directly into his arms, "Sir, I haven't slept well these days. I keep thinking about grandpa in my mind.  " "Me too." Charles smiled bitterly.  "Although I had been mentally prepared for a long time, it was only when we met that I discovered that I am more fragile than I thought." "You are not fragile!" Fran said quickly, "Grandpa has loved you so much since you were a child. If you don't have any  Sadness, that's that's heartless." "Doesn't he love you just as much?" Charles still smiled bitterly.  "Yes, he loves me too" These words inadvertently hurt Fran, causing tears to suddenly appear in her eyes, "He loves us so much, but Ibut I have always been  She didn't repay him, but instead disobeyed him again and again and made him angry" At this point, she couldn't bear it any longer, burst into tears, and then hugged Charles, "Mr.  , I will go to hell!" "I will go too, so don't be afraid." Charles sighed, and then gently stroked her smooth hair.  "Sir, please hold me tight!" Fran was still crying, with a little more pleading in her tone. "You are the only relative I have left! You are the only one left in the world who is worthy of my concern." Ciel subconsciously stretched out his hand.  He reached out and held each other tightly. When the two people were pressed tightly together, he felt a kind of heartfelt warmth.  Yes, this is my closest relative. We have been dependent on each other for twenty years.  "I never thought that grandpa would be so tolerant in the end. You know, he rarely forgives others, but he said so how much he loves us!" Fran confided in Charles's ear, "A  Thinking of this, my heart feels like a knife! Sir, I almost sacrificed my grandfather's love for you, but he forgave me in the end. " "Xia.  You sighed.  "From the beginning to the end, he never considered this matter selfishly. He did it all for us" "Yes, I am the selfish one. I am too selfish. II have committed a heinous crime, but Mr  Sirwhat can I do? This is the only way I can go!" Fran's tears were still flowing, wetting Charles' clothes. "I tried to die, but God and  If you don't allow me to die, then I what else can I do? " "Stop saying that. If there is a mistake, it is not your fault alone, it is our common fault."  He comforted the other party, "In this case, let's bear the sin together. II won't let you suffer in this kind of guilt alone anymore. When grandpa forgave us, wasn't it just to free us?" "  Sir?" Fran looked at Ciel with wide eyes, she never expected that Ciel would say that.  "Yes, he freed us and blessed us." Charles kissed her forehead gently, "We, there is no obstacle on our way As long as you haven't changed your mind, I will always  I will take care of you, love you, and accompany you until the end." Charles himself did not expect that he would actually say this, but when he said it, he felt a sincere sense of relief.  Maybe, thisThese words are exactly what he hides deep in his heart and wants to say out most.  I don¡¯t want to worry about anything anymore, just let mejust let me be willful.  he thought to himself.  "Sir, brother it's great." Fran closed her eyes with great happiness, and her cheeks were red, "It's great! We will be together forever, never again again  No one can separate us. I love you and I will never change my mind!" The two brothers hugged each other, and their hearts seemed to blend together.  With this hug, Fran's breathing became more and more rapid. She suddenly reached out her hand, held her brother's neck, and then kissed him directly.  Charles was a little shocked at first, but then he responded enthusiastically to his sister's enthusiasm. He stuck out his tongue and intertwined the semen in his mouth with her.  Perhaps a century later, the lips of the two people slowly parted, but Fran still stared at each other closely, as if she was afraid that the dream would suddenly fade away.  After looking at it for a few seconds, she kissed him resolutely, and the two of them were once again indulged in a warm kiss.  They kissed intermittently like this, completely forgetting the passage of time. Along with these kisses, her beautiful face turned a girlish blush. The original fatigue and haggardness had been swept away, leaving only  A happy smile, a smile that can make people intoxicated.  "Let me go to heaven." She said suddenly.  "Now, I only have one wish. Pleaseplease fulfill me!" Charles was stunned.  Of course he can hear this code word, but kissing is one thing, but that is another thing. They are still next door to grandpa's coffin!  He had never thought of anything so crazy.  He once again discovered the determination and terror hidden beneath her soft appearance.  In the sudden panic, Charles immediately tried to push Fran away, but his attempt was unsuccessful because she hugged her too tightly. Because the two of them were too close, Charles only felt her whole body.  It feels hot, almost like having a fever.  At this time, he felt even more that he had a terrible reaction.  "Let's let's come back to our country, okay?" Charles said almost pleadingly, "I I promised that I won't go back on it." "No, no!" Fran raised her head and said with a smile that she almost never said before.  Looking at his brother with determination.  "Sir, I I have been waiting for this day for twenty years I will not wait another day, and I will not let you go You you can't run away Please love me  , love me!" As she said this, her hands found their way to Ciel's chest, unbuttoning them all the way, and then slowly slid her hands down.  Ciel's breathing also became rapid. Along with the slender hand rubbing his chest, and the feeling of the towering peaks brushing against his body, he only felt that his reason was slowly leaving.  How could he really resist such a beautiful woman and such true love?  Almost without his noticing, the skin of the two people touched each other.  "Listen, listen, how fast this heartbeat is." Fran's tone became so soft that Charles could hardly hear the original voice, "This is all beating for you.  ¡­¡± This charming look was something that Ciel had almost never imagined.  ¡°Has she actually grown so big When did she grow up?  He had no time to care about this problem. He stretched out his hands and hugged the other party's waist.  Then, with a painful groan, the warm bodies of the two people suddenly merged together.  The sound of the sea water hitting the bottom of the boat is like a burst of soft music, accompaniment to this mysterious and beautiful dance drama.  And in this quiet night, the magnificent sailing ship is still sailing forward, seemingly forever.
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