Women's interference in politics has always been a sensitive topic in France, for example, the excuse-making populace blamed Queen Mary for the fall of the Bourbon dynasty, claiming that damned Austrian women ruined France's glory.

Judging by the performance of Empress Eugenie, a woman who was preoccupied with Louis Vuitton's luxuries often made political mistakes that pushed her man into the abyss – a result that did not mature until after the Franco-Prussian War.

In the past, the Empress Dowager Cixi "measured the material resources of China and formed a friendship with the country", and then the "political commissar" Empress Eugenie ordered that she was not allowed to take a step back, and forced Napoleon III to give away his head against the wind, resulting in the French army being surrounded and the whole army annihilated.

So Garian has always been wary of politically sensitive French women.

In another ten years, this will not be the world of the Bonapartes, with the Paris Commune riots overthrowing the Reich, the Orleans and the Republicans reaping the fruits of the revolution, and even the last hope of the Napoleonic family being killed by the black spears of the Zulu War.

Garian and Princess Mathilde were on their own minds, and the atmosphere fell silent. A dark cloud condensed on her fair face, and the frowning princess was visibly sullen because she had not received Galion's answer.

He had no choice but to silently take out the manuscript paper from his briefcase, spread it out on the table, and began to rush the manuscript. If he hadn't written a new chapter of "The Sixth Prison" before arriving in Paris, he would have been greeted not by a friendly smile when he got off the train, but by a bottle of Molotov cocktail in the reader's hand.

Princess Mathilde was originally upset by Garion's refusal, but was surprised to see that the other party directly pulled out the manuscript paper and began to write on the train. She has received many literati and knows their sensitive and strange nature. For example, it is necessary to be in a quiet room without any noise, and not even the slightest sound of footsteps. When writing, I will sometimes write hard, sometimes meditate, and even mumble a role to read out the dialogue.

However, this is not the case with Garion in front of him, and he writes down paragraph after paragraph of dialogue on paper with a pen and paper, without even revising it. It's as if I have already memorized all the plot in my head, and I haven't even let go of the punctuation.

Princess Mathilde looked at Garion in surprise and asked herself, "How did you manage to write so quickly?" The authors I have spoken to before have been able to write a thousand words in an hour, which is already a miracle. Many even wrote just one paragraph! ”

Interrupted by his thoughts, Garion looked up, he moved his sore fingers, and said seriously, "Trust me, Your Majesty Princess. If a reader had pointed a gun to their head, they would have written faster than I did. ”

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At the Gare du Nord de Paris railway station, Baudelaire and his party have been waiting for a long time. Editor-in-chief Goncourt leaned against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, and looked at the buildings in the distance, cigarette butts scattered at his feet.

"What's wrong with Goncourt?"

George Sand, who was sitting next to Baudelaire, asked curiously, "I've been looking like this since I saw him yesterday." ”

"What else?"

Baudelaire sighed helplessly and said, "It's not because of "The Sixth Prison", the editor-in-chief of Goncourt has been under tremendous psychological pressure these days, and he is about to be driven crazy. In the past, the author delayed the update, and then there were readers who sent letters every day to urge the update of the novel. Coupled with the burning of the newspaper, many publishers are now in awe of Garion's avid book fans. Deeply afraid of annoying the fans of this ancestor, then the publishing house was burned down. By the way, I heard that the editor-in-chief of the burned Herald could not bear the pressure of public opinion, so he went to see a psychiatrist yesterday. ”

George Sand said in amazement, "This young man is really ...... Mixed reputations...... If you say he's a genius, I'm more of a genius. ”

The rails of the train descended to the end of the view, and Boledel looked at the edge of the platform and said, "Genius or genius, the most important thing now is why did he choose to come back at this moment?" The court's verdict has not yet passed, and the rush to return to Paris now will certainly attract the attention of the police. ”

So saying, Baudelaire took out the telegram from his bosom, which contained only a few short sentences, and arrived in Paris the day after tomorrow, and had something to say about it.

Although it is not known what happened in Rouen, there must have been something important for Gallian to hurry back to Paris. That's why Baudelaire was waiting to meet him at Gare du Nord.

Georgesand whispered, "Then we will have to question him in person, but I heard that there was a suspected workers' riot in Rouen, Paris, the day before yesterday...... Do you think it will be ......?"

"Huh? Workers' revolt in Rouen? ”

Baudelaire was very surprised to hear this, and there were people around him, and he deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Is this true?" ”

"Of course it's true."

George Sand said suspiciously, "Do you think Galian has anything to do with this workers' riot?" ”

"I don't know."

Baudelaire smiled wryly and said, "If that's the case, then this guy really isn't a fuel-efficient lamp." Collusion with the revolutionary party in Paris and participation in the workers' revolt in Rouen...... What will he do to go overboard next time? Masterminding a revolution? ”

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, "Alas, he was sent to Flaubert in the hope that Garion would be able to climb the throne of Princess Mathilde. Now that I think about it, this young man's thinking is probably different from ordinary people. ”

When he wanted to speak again, Goncourt, who was standing not far away, suddenly dropped the unburned cigarette butt in his hand and walked towards Baudelaire, looking behind him nervously, as if someone was following him.

Baudelaire asked curiously, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's a big deal, the Paris police are coming this way!"

George Sand comforted, "Calm down, there are already patrolling police officers at the train station, and we are not wanted criminals." ”

"They don't look like patrolling cops."

Goncourt's eyes were fixed on the left side of the platform, and he pointed his finger in the direction he was looking, and a group of policemen who apparently did not look like patrols were rapidly approaching their position.

"Could it be that the news of Garrian's return is known to Mérimée?"

Baudelaire also turned pale as he looked at the baton in their hands, but until the news was uncertain, everything was just speculation.

"I don't know, but if it's really coming at him, no matter what aspect it seems, Garion will appear very passive. Damn Mérimée, maybe it's his revenge! ”

Baudelaire tried to calm himself down, looked at the policeman's grim look, narrowed his eyes and said, "We'll act separately later, cover Callian's evacuation from the train station as soon as we find him, don't let the police find out, and then make plans." ”

The three of them glanced at each other and nodded silently.

It was the season of the May sun, and Baudelaire felt a chill down his spine.

He muttered silently in his heart.

"Galyan, I hope you'll be blessed."