Before the end of next month's self-exam, readers forgive me for this month's (╥_╥) scum update

"Tchaikovsky?"

Garion patted his ears, having already misheard the name himself, and repeated again, "You said your name is Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky?" Wait, aren't you supposed to work at the Ministry of Justice in Petersburg at this time? Why did you come to France? ”

Tchaikovsky was also slightly surprised, he had no idea that Garion would know everything about his past, as if he had known him for many years.

He quickly explained, "I just resigned from the Ministry of Justice last month to study at the Conservatory. Although the job of being a staff member in the Ministry of Justice is the envy of everyone, it doesn't mean much to me, so I hope to become an artist. ”

At this, a wry smile appeared on Tchaikovsky's lips, and the scene of his father jumping into a rage and grabbing him by the collar and scolding loudly came to mind. However, he has decided to devote himself to a career in music, and this trip to France is also to avoid family conflicts, and deliberately run away before the opening of the St. Petersburg Conservatory.

"Of course, doing what you love to do is more important than anything else, Lord Tchaikovsky."

Garion crossed his chin and smiled slightly, "After all, you still have a long way to go in your future art career. ”

"Thank you, borrowing your auspicious words, by the way, I don't know your honorable name?"

Tchaikovsky was also curious about the mysterious man in front of him, he seemed to have a special charm in him, deeply attracted to him, and after only meeting his eyes, he could no longer move away.

"You can call me Galion."

"Galion?"

Tchaikovsky seemed to have heard of the name somewhere, scratched the back of his head and thought for a moment, but still couldn't remember.

"Maybe I'll meet you in St. Petersburg soon. The empire built on the permafrost of Eastern Europe was the only country I had never visited. ”

Hearing that Garian was going to St. Petersburg, Tchaikovsky hurriedly waved his hand, as if he did not want the other party to set foot on his homeland.

"No, Lord Garion, when you really get a taste of Russia, you must be quite disappointed. This is a land of wild and crazy growth, there is no democracy, no freedom, only the whip of the old aristocracy, which is whipped the poor people. The Tsar's secret police are like the Night Demons, watching everyone's every move, not even your thoughts. Damn God, we really envy you, living in a civilized country. ”

Garion didn't expect Tchaikovsky to bury his homeland in this way, but it's right to think about it, the intellectuals of these years are not happy with serfdom, the tsar and the old aristocracy...... When talking about these people, I can't help but spit on the ground.

"Forget it, Paris is no better than St. Petersburg. Your Excellency Tchaikovsky, in the future, a truly democratic and egalitarian world will be the first to appear in your country. ”

"How is that possible?"

Tchaikovsky smiled and said, "Your Excellency, this joke is not funny at all. ”

Garion looked serious, but didn't take up Tchaikovsky's topic.

Small talk on the train was the best way to pass the time, and by the time they could no longer think of a topic to discuss, the train was already on the platform of the train station. With the roar of the whistle, Garion and Tchaikovsky prepare to part ways. Just as the others around them were about to get out of the car, suddenly a team of policemen in black uniforms rushed up, waving batons in their hands, and shouted, "Everyone sit where I am, don't get out of the car." ”

One woman complained and was about to stand up, when the policeman violently pushed her back into her seat, pointed a baton at her nose, and threatened, "Madame, you had better do what I command, or I can't guarantee what will happen next." ”

Garion said to Tchaikovsky, who was stunned next to him, "You see, this is the so-called civilized country. ”

When the police stopped the various passengers on the train, a familiar face stepped onto the train, and Garion immediately recognized that it was Napoleon III's foreign minister, Ruiz. It is said that he had fainted in the emperor's bedroom before, and he had been haunted by this matter.

He shouted at the top of his voice, "Lord Garion, where is Lord Garion?" ”

"I'm here."

Garion got up from his seat, and Tchaikovsky was afraid that he was in danger and wanted to pull his sleeves to prevent him from passing, but Garion just smiled and waved his hand, and walked straight to the other party. He greeted him with a smile, "Your Excellency Ruiz, long time no see." What's the matter? ”

Seeing Garion's face, a mixed emotion flashed across Ruiz's face, but he remembered that the emperor had given him a mission. He tried to restrain his emotions and made a gesture of invitation.

"Let's talk about getting off the train."

Under Tchaikovsky's stunned gaze, Garion followed Ruiz off the train, and years later, he recalled the scene and lamented that Garion was really not an ordinary man of letters.

Ruiz explained the reason to Garion as he walked out.

"Just as His Excellency Garion had predicted, Berlin declared war on Vienna."

Garion paused and stood still.

Ruiz walked a few steps faster, noticed that the other party was still standing behind him, stopped his progress, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

I didn't expect that Prussia would dare to make such a choice when all the strategic objectives were seen through, and my heart suddenly chuckled. The Austro-Prussian War was a turning point in Western European politics and set the stage for the Franco-Prussian War four years later. Will all this still happen as it was meant to be?

He hurriedly asked, "So is France ready to send troops to intervene?" ”

"His Excellency Bismarck is now negotiating with His Majesty Napoleon at the Tuileries Palace, and they are willing to cede part of the territory of Vienna to His Majesty Napoleon by treaty."

"What?"

Garion stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, he did not expect everything from his thousand instructions, but he did not expect the greed of Napoleon III. After getting along for a long time, I also understood Napoleon III's ambitions, and clearly planned to tear up the agreement after signing it, and then intervene in the war from the back, forcing Vienna to cede more territory in order to satisfy the ambition of controlling Germany.

But Bismarck was not a fool either, he expected every move of France, ceding the territory was only a stopgap measure, and when Vienna was cleaned up, the wolves pretending to be sheep in front of the Tuileries Palace would tear off their sheepskins and meet each other.

"This ......"

Garion held his forehead and said angrily, "What a pig teammate! ”