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The bustle of Cussell Street could not hide the coldness of the building, and occasionally someone would glance at this luxurious building, and under the stern gaze of the palace guards, they hurried forward a few steps.

The corridor of the mansion was silent, and even the maid looked sad, silently looking at the young man who was being led through the corridor.

Nana had moved away from the appearance of a country girl and began to gradually become more down-to-earth, with beautiful golden curls swaying and cutting a beautiful background.

She walked in front of Garion to lead the way, and said with a thousand instructions, "Your Excellency Garrian, it is best to ask fewer questions after meeting with the princess, and if there is anything else about the princess's father, please change it as if you don't know." ”

Garion asked, "Why?" ”

Nana, wearing a long black dress and a white scarf, turned her head sideways and whispered, "Princess Mathilde is not in a good mood, and she had an argument with His Majesty Napoleon III just now. ”

"Dispute?"

Garion finally became a little more interested, and asked in a low voice, "What is the dispute?" ”

Nana thought for a moment, covered her mouth with her little hand, and said softly, "It seems to be a dispute about an article, I was standing outside the door at the time and didn't hear clearly...... That's all I can say to you before you come. ”

"Okay, thanks for the reminder."

Since Nana didn't know what was going on, there was no need for him to continue pestering and asking. She led Garion to a hidden door, and Nana stood respectfully at the door and said, "Your Highness Princess, I have brought His Excellency Garion here. ”

"Well, let him in."

After a brief silence, Garion opened the door.

The light shines through the glass window on the southeast side, reflected on a snow-white dress, and her face as white as Snow Veil still has two lines of unwiped tears, and her hands are on her laps, Princess Mathilde is sitting upright in the seat facing the doorway, beckoning to Garion.

"You're here."

Princess Mathilde sat on the sofa, tilted her head and stared at the man in front of her, and said calmly, "Before you came, I was discussing your article on the rise of Germany with Your Majesty, and Your Majesty said that it was well written. ”

Garion made a gesture of appreciation, and Princess Mathilde's next words made Garion look stunned.

"But he said that this article is not suitable for release.,To block and block.,I'm afraid your article is going to be interrupted again.,I don't know what reason you're going to find to explain to readers this time that the serial break is interrupted?"

Fate is unpredictable.

What was originally intended to warn France against the German Confederation turned into a political analysis report.

Garion smiled bitterly, and sure enough, he was afraid of becoming famous wherever he went wherever he wrote. In the end, he said helplessly, "Let's take the blame again from the news censorship department, I still want to write an article "The Crisis in France", but I'm afraid there is no hope." ”

"It's a blessing in misfortune that you're alive until now and the reader didn't cut you with a thousand cuts, by the way, why did you come to me?"

Princess Mathilde propped her cheeks on her cheeks and said softly, "The recent deeds have been spread in the streets of Paris, and I heard that I used to play Russian turntable with Gautier and almost pierced someone's head?" ”

“……”

"If there's anything you want, just say it."

"Then I'll be straight to the point, Your Highness the Princess."

Garion said calmly, "I want to go to Prince Jérôme's funeral. ”

"Prince Jérôme's funeral?"

Princess Mathilde, believing that she had misheard, asked rhetorically, "Why did you attend my father's funeral?" ”

"Because he has been kind to me, I was able to ...... in the previous revolutionary party incidents thanks to Mrs. Georgesand and His Excellency Jérôme."

"You're saying that George Sand slut looked for my father before he died?"

Princess Mathilde was furious, stood up suddenly, and said angrily, "Don't mention this shameful slut to me, damn bitch. My father was blind to sleep with such a slut! That lesbian who has been cut a thousand times! Freaked gnomes! ”

Garion realized that he had done something stupid and immediately shut his mouth.

The name George Sand seemed to unveil the unpleasant memories of Princess Mathilde's heart, and after losing her sanity and composure, an angry roar echoed through the room, and Princess Mathilde lost her graceful posture, as if she wanted to vent all the resentment that had been pent up in her heart.

"Your Royal Highness, please calm down."

He tried to comfort the other party, but was freed.

"I can't calm down! It's true! ”

Princess Mathilde glared at Garion with wide eyes, grabbed him by the shoulder, and wantonly vented her previous dissatisfaction and resentment towards her father, and waited until a few minutes later, after venting the resentment in her heart, the whole person calmed down a little.

After staring at the young man in front of her for a few minutes, she finally said calmly, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper just now. ”

"There is no problem attending my father's funeral, I will take care of the arrangements. By the way, you didn't collude with the revolutionary party, did you? ”

"I didn't ...... No, of course not. ”

Garion hurriedly pointed to his face and asked, "Do I look like a revolutionary?" ”

"Just to remind you that the whole of the Bonaparte family will be present at that time, and the security of the funeral will be stricter than ever. And your identity is somewhat sensitive, revolutionary poet. ”

Princess Mathilde restrained her expression and told Garion not to try to do anything out of the ordinary at the funeral.

"Attending my father's funeral was a privilege for the literati of the Maison, because here you can meet all kinds of Parisian elites, including His Majesty Napoleon III, so make the most of this opportunity and ......"

"Do you think I'll believe that you're just thanking you as simple as that? Please come back......"

Garian was about to turn away when Princess Mathilde suddenly stopped him from behind.

"By the way, Lord Garion, I have heard that the eulogy read by His Majesty Napoleon was drafted by His Excellency Mérimée, but if your talent is good enough, it may attract His Majesty's attention. Don't tell me you're just going to see my dead father one last time. ”

Princess Mathilde silently set up a game for Empress Eugenie, she looked at the silent young man in front of her, and said, "Don't worry, as long as you can get the eulogy done, I will arrange everything next." ”

Faced with the jealousy of the two women for the same man, Garion had no choice but to say helplessly, "It seems that I have no room to refuse." ”