flower and sword and france

In the midsummer of 1847, on an ordinary evening, Paris was as sweltering as ever. This is one of the largest cities in Europe, with a huge population gathered at this time, so every summer, there will be a suffocating sultry feeling.   The wealthy and powerful nobles and bourgeois chose to spend the summer in country houses and the coast of Calais; the lower class who were not so wealthy had no choice but to go to the Bois de Boulogne. Surprisingly few places for people to play and cool off had not begun the extensive renovations under the auspices of Baron Eugène Haussmann during the later Second Empire era.   However, at a time when it would never be a good time to get together, there was still a group of people gathered around a table in a dimly lit room.   Are they gossiping? If a bystander were able to walk up to the table, it would have come to the exact opposite conclusion—a large stack of chips and francs in cash was on the table.   In the face of such obvious evidence, it was easy for bystanders to conclude that these people were participating in an underground game.   "It's so hot here." Charles de Treville complained, wiping the sweat with his hands, feeling extremely hot, even though he had taken off his coat and only a shirt was left. "Can't we change places?"   "Oh, my friend, bear with me, I also want to go to Frascati." A young man said next to him, "But I have to be able to go."   His joking caused a dull roar of laughter.   Frascati Casino was once the most outstanding and luxurious casino in Paris, and even in Europe. Big gamblers from all over Europe flocked to it. However, at the end of 1837, in order to "save the French people from being addicted to nothing" Among the vices of medicine", the venerable French government issued a decree banning all casinos in Paris and across the country. As a result, Li Shiliu Street, which was usually bustling with traffic and lined with casinos, has also become a lot deserted. Now everyone can only recall those big scenes of spending money through word of mouth. .   However, like all the other idealistic laws of the government, this one was completely ineffective - the people's desire to degenerate was usually unstoppable - and it only spawned underground casinos all over Paris, which Most casinos do not have good facilities, and vicious cases such as fire, theft, murder, etc. often occur - well, in fact, in the eyes of the French government, this is nothing, but the high taxes that the government could get from the casinos were also wasted. But it was quite heartbreaking.   When idealistic laws are enforced, one always gets this result.   "So what, we're not really gambling," Ciel replied impatiently, "Okay, let's get to the point, get things done early, it's so uncomfortable to stay in this ghost place for a while longer. Minute."   After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became serious, and everyone sat upright, waiting for the main drama to come.   Yes, this group of people is not actually gambling.   Looking at the passionate and eager eyes of several young people, a middle-aged man sitting in the middle couldn't help laughing. His face is sharp and angular, and although time has carved a few marks on it, it has not completely wiped out the essence inside. He was strong in stature and looked powerful and fortitude. Judging from his upright sitting posture, he must have had experience in the army.   "Well, our young man can't wait. Well, I won't waste any more time..." Then he took a piece of paper from his pocket. "This is the news from Mr. Roue..."   Everyone was refreshed, and the sultry heat that had been irritating before seemed to disappear completely. In the dim candlelight, the faces of these men had a peculiar brilliance.   Eugène-rouher, a die-hard Bonaparte supporter, was the spiritual leader of the French Bonapartists.   Then the real purpose of this meeting is about to be revealed - the Bonapartists are secretly connecting in the name of gambling. As for whether this is a righteous secret meeting or an evil conspiracy, according to everyone's different positions, there will be different opinions. .   “The measures of the French government are becoming less and less popular, the citizens of Paris are against it, and those who originally supported it are becoming more and more disappointed. If he needs to work harder, his ridiculous dynasty will collapse..." The middle-aged man recited slowly with the help of the dim candlelight, "And this time is in the recent period of time. There are various signs that, The cause for which we have been striving will soon be accomplished... and for this day to come as soon as possible, I implore you to follow the temporary assignment of Mr. Carrion, the bearer of the letter..."   After reading this, he stopped and handed the letter to the person next to him. After circulating it around, the secret document was returned to his hands.   A beautiful statement, but unfortunately meaningless.   "Mr. Marie, what about the specific measures? We can't make things happen with a few pretty words, right?" a participant asked with doubts.   The middle-aged man unhurriedly burned the secret document with a candle before opening his mouth.   "Of course the specific measures will not be written in plain text. You just need to follow my instructions."   Conspiracy is of course that the less people know the whole picture, the better, and the others are only responsible for carrying out their respective tasks, so that even if they fail or are exposed, the whole plan will not be ruined.   The other attendees looked at each other for a while, then nodded.   "Okay, please assign the task."   "Mr. Serion, you continue to be in charge of the newspaper, continue to incite the people, and be prepared. If necessary, we need to print a lot of flyers." The middle-aged man began to assign tasks.   "Okay." A participant responded.   "Mr. Perrot." The middle-aged man called again.   One participant nodded.   "How many men can you draw in the Paris garrison?"   The participants pondered for a moment. "I can only guarantee the loyalty of some of my subordinates."   "Then you should work harder." The middle-aged man replied. "Time waits for no one."   Then the middle-aged Marie named one by one to assign tasks, and the other participants also agreed.   "Mr. Treville." Carrion said another name.   "Mr. de Treville." The young man who had been joking with Charles suddenly interjected, calling out Charles' entire surname, which again caused a dull chuckle.   Charles de Treville didn't take the embarrassment at all and smiled lightly. "Okay, please tell me."   Charles-de-tréville, full name Charles-léonce-victor-de-tréville It can be seen that he was a French nobleman, and the surname Treville is more famous, and its ancestors can be traced back to the Valois dynasty before the beginning of the Bourbon dynasty.   It stands to reason that this kind of background should be a reactionary and decadent class of upright roots, a standard villain, and an evil executioner born to revolutionaries. At this moment, however, Charles was openly participating in the conspiracy of the Bonapartists--not so much a peculiar arrangement of fate, as a malicious joke that France's mysterious history is so accustomed to play.   "Mr. de Treville." The middle-aged Marie corrected her title, "The task for you is very simple, we just need your grandfather to stand up after receiving our message at a critical moment. Well, of course, it would be better if he could pull his older brother over as well."   "I can rest assured about my grandfather, and I wouldn't be able to sit in the same room with you all without him," Charles replied calmly, "but my cousin, the Duke of Treville, I don't think we need to send too much. Hopefully, as you know, he's very close to the Dukes of Dalmatia and Broy, and I'm afraid he's more interested in sending us to Grand Sesame Lay."   The current French Prime Minister, the Duke of Dalmatia, is the former Field Marshal of the Empire, Sirte. Although Emperor Napoleon bestowed him the rank of marshal, the title of duke, and the glory and wealth, but after the fall of the former supreme, he took it easy. Loosely surrendered to the restored Bourbon royal family, escaping the Bourbon Dynasty's liquidation of the old imperial dignitaries. And by the time of the July Revolution of 1830, he easily stood on the side of the Duke of Orleans, and all the way, he became the Prime Minister of France, which is now the stubborn opponent of the Bonapartists - I have to say, This is yet another wicked joke in France's mysterious history.   And the Duke of Victor-de-Broy, who had been prime minister of France in 1835, was even more so. His father, Charles-Louis-de-Broy, was guillotined during the Revolution. Emperor Napoleon bowed his head to return to France, but after the Restoration he had been disgusted by the Bonapartists.   The Dazhilai Prison, built in 1837 and dedicated to prisoners on death row and hard labor, was even more the object of conspiracy talk.   "Okay, since that's the case, we'll act according to the original plan." Marie responded very quickly, and it seemed that he didn't have any expectations for winning the Duke of Treville.   Then, he continued to give the opportunity to a few other people, and after he finished speaking, the conspirators returned to the slightly loose atmosphere just now, constantly whispering to each other.   "Everyone, since we've all figured out what we're going to do, it's not too late..." Seeing that what he wanted to convey had been finished, Mr. Marie, who presided over the secret meeting, was about to announce the end of the meeting.   "Bang!" "Bang!"   Suddenly, several gunshots came into the room.   "Is anyone here?!"   Everyone in the room was instantly shocked, and almost everyone put their hands into their arms at the same time, even Ciel.   Only Marie maintained a certain level of composure. He listened to the gunshots, and then slowly raised his hand to stop the panicked crowd. "The gunshots are getting further and further away from us. It doesn't seem to be aimed at us, gentlemen, calm down."   The panic slowly subsided, people regained their calm, and stretched out their hands from their arms again.   "Okay, I declare, the meeting is over!" He put his hands down again.   Following his voice, the conspirators slipped away from the secret passage and then dispersed, and the room returned to its usual silence.