The brightly lit banquet hall was very lively, inviting many people from the non-London royal family and high society.

You can even see scenes of French royalists coexisting with the republicans.

Of course, these people are all opponents who have been expelled from the country by Napoleon the Younger, so as not to be touched by Paris, so this banquet is not officially held, but everyone present knows it, and there is no movement on the surface, but it is just tacit.

Princesses Edward and Alice, who represent the younger generation of the royal family, also appeared at the banquet as representatives of the official royal family.

Princess Victoria did not appear in the hall due to her ill health.

Garion followed in Hugo's footsteps and stepped into the smooth, bright marble floor.

It's crowded and lively.

The Count of Paris, who was still chatting, inadvertently glanced to this side, and he saw Garion also looking at him, and smiling and nodding.

The Count of Paris was stunned, completely unaware that he would meet the other here. even subconsciously left the object of small talk and walked towards him quickly.

"The Count of Paris? How did he get here? ”

Hugo looked at the Count of Paris, who was coming towards him with a gloomy face, and he stopped and looked warily at the uninvited guest who was coming towards him. Then he directly stretched out his hand to block the other party's way, and asked softly, "What do you want to do?" ”

"I don't want to trouble you, Hugo."

The Count of Paris pointed to Garion behind him and said, "I just wanted to talk to him." ”

"Looking for him?"

Hugo was stunned, he didn't expect the Count of Paris to talk to Galion, but after thinking for a while, he still gave way and looked at Garion with a puzzled look.

However, the two are like ...... who have seen each other for many years The enemies looked at each other with a smiling expression.

Could it be that something happened to the two before?

Hugo left a question mark in his heart.

The Count of Paris said disdainfully, "I really didn't know that you would actually take Hugo's ship, it seems that the rumors in Paris should be true, I have never believed that there is no other connection between people like you and the revolutionary party in Paris." But I think that since you have found Hugo, you are ready to break with the government of Paris, right? ”

"It's my business to break up or not, it's none of your business. The Count of Paris should take care of himself first. Do you really think you're covering the sky with one hand? It's just a government-in-exile. There is no older generation to press Napoleon III, the constitution of France determines his legitimacy, as long as he has the ability to work in the position of emperor until death, who dares to oppose it? ”

The face of the man holding the wine glass was as usual, and he said regretfully, "It's really boring to chat with people like you, I actually want to ask you one last time, Lord Garrian, are you really not going to join us, even a little hope?" ”

And what he got was Garion said in a firm tone, "I don't want to have anything to do with you even the slightest, please leave consciously, I can't talk to the royalists, so I leave." ”

"Well, take your leave. Everyone should be careful in the future. ”

He and the Count of Paris were destined to be mortal enemies of class, so there was no reconciliation. Garion followed Hugo, passing by the Count of Paris, not caring for the way he looked at him.

It means long.

The Count of Paris stared into the background of Garion's departure, secretly clenching his fists. However, a voice suddenly sounded beside him, with a faint mockery.

"Yo, I didn't expect even Louie to have a time when you were deflated."

The Count of Paris turned his head to see a familiar yet disgusted figure standing in front of him, raising his glass towards him.

The burgundy liquid in the glass swayed from side to side for a while.

The legitimacy of the French royalists, the Count of Chambord. At this time, he looked at the frustrated competitor in front of him proudly and said, "It's all like this, why don't you have a drink?" ”

"Chambor, thank you, I'm not in the mood to drink right now."

The Count of Paris frowned, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Young people nowadays are really uneducated, and sometimes I really hope that they can get the lessons they deserve." ”

"It sounds like a threat, by the way, who is that young man?"

The inquisitive Count of Chambol sneered and said, "It seems that you have no power to fight back against your rebuttal." ”

"Just a literati."

The Count of Chambol jokingly mocked him, "Just a literati, make you angry like this?" Who are you fooling? ”

"There is one thing I have to warn Your Excellency of the Earl."

The Count of Paris took a deep breath, he turned his head, and said earnestly word by word to his old rival who gloated behind him, "It is true that a man of letters is not terrible, but the words of a man of letters can incite countless people to oppose the legitimacy of a regime, and finally incite the people to hang nobles, ministers, and monarchs on street lamps." It's scary. ”

The bustling hall sounded eerily quiet to the Count of Chambord, whose eyes saw only the squirming of the Count's lips up and down, and the warning that sounded like a man's back.

His Adam's apple rolled a little, and some bloody image flashed through his mind.

The nobles who died on the guillotine were all overheaded.

"Your fathers, haven't you tasted the severed blades from Voltaire, Rousseau and others? To underestimate the literati was the end of the next revolution of 1848. ”

Garian left the two alone, and when the feast began, Balanchi made an excuse to separate from Garion. At this time, his eyes searched the hall, trying to find the figure of the red dress.

Suddenly, Garian sees a Balan Pool.

But there was another young man beside her, who was still talking about something, and Balanchi's face was full of impatience, and it was obvious that she was pestered by the young man, but she was too embarrassed to refuse.

When Balanchi saw Garion, he immediately cast a distressed gaze.

Gary walked up with understanding, stood behind the young man, and patted him on the shoulder.

The young man subconsciously turned his head, looked at Garion in front of him, and said impatiently, "What's wrong?" I'm talking to this lady, don't you think you're very presumptuous and abrupt to disturb me? ”

"I'm sorry, that's why I took the liberty of disturbing you for a while."

Garion waved his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman in front of him, and he said, "I just don't think this lady is very willing to talk to you." ”

"Why, is she still willing to talk to you?"

The young man dressed as an aristocrat looked at Garion in front of him impatiently, except for his height, there were no particularly eye-catching conditions. Under this foil, the young man with a haughty mentality naturally disdains to look at Garion.

"Of course."

Balanchi, who had not spoken, suddenly took Garion's hand, and she threw out a amorous smile that made the other party blush instantly.

She said to the young man in front of her, "Maybe you should really learn the manners of communication at Oxford, and then come to the ball, dear little boy, when you grow up a little more, maybe I will be fascinated by you." ”

After saying that, she took Garion's arm and said to the young man in front of her, "Goodbye." ”

The young man behind him looked at the intimate backs of the two in amazement, and let out a disdainful sigh.

He felt humiliated.

There was actually a woman at the banquet that the crown prince couldn't handle.

Balanchi did not look back, but seemed to cling to Garian as if he were intimately attached, and the distance between him and the young man became more and more distant.

When she was far enough away, she breathed a sigh of relief and said to Garion jokingly, "Your bravery just now was beyond my expectations." ”

"Oh? Why? ”

Garion said calmly, "It's just an ordinary young man. ”

Balanchi giggled, and she said slowly, "Ordinary young man? That's because you don't know his name, that's why you say that. ”

"And what's his name?"

Garion pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Is it the heir of a certain duke or prince?" ”

"Not really, to give you a hint, this young man is remarkable, when he visited France with his mother six years ago, he visited the House of Honors in Paris, and knelt down at the tomb of the great Napoleon, vowing to be an equally great hero."

Garion seemed to have heard this familiar plot somewhere, but he couldn't remember it all at once. I had to continue asking, "And then?" ”

"No more."

Balanchi said slowly, "He is the son of Queen Victoria, Crown Prince Edward. ”