The sunlight shone obliquely through the curtains on the man's face, and his eyelids twitched a little, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The head is a little groggy.

Flaubert sat up wrapped in a quilt and saw the hands of the clock, only to find that he had slept until twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

He looked at the satisfied woman on the bed again, the corners of his mouth were still immersed in sleep with a smile on his lips, and the whole person exhaled softly.

Princess Mathilde is at the age of a wolf, and she has not remarried after divorcing her Russian husband, and she has been in drought for a long time, and there is a shortage of firewood. No wonder he would go to great lengths to travel from Paris to Rouen to spend the Spring Festival with him.

The two of them spent the night tossing and turning in their room, and when Flaubert lay down exhausted and exhausted, the window began to faintly begin to lighten.

Flaubert stood up, only to find his clothes scattered on the floor, and feeling a little thirsty to pour a glass of water, he walked naked to the desk, and accidentally glanced at the neatly arranged manuscript paper on the table.

The writer's sensitivity to words makes him keep his eyes on the handwriting.

"Hey, what is this?"

He curiously picked up the manuscript paper, and was surprised to find that the content of this article was an analysis of the situation of the German Confederation and the Kingdom of Prussia.

Because the author is not limited to analyzing the situation from boring military figures, but through a lot of secret data from unknown sources, from multiple angles to explain the rise of the German Confederation at this time, he even pointed out at the end of the article that with the development of the economy and the rise of national consciousness, the Confederation will now become a unified country in less than fifteen years, and the dual monarchy is the main culprit hindering unification, so only one between Berlin and Vienna can survive to the end.

Whoever is the first to unify Germany through political reform will be the first to strengthen the army and win the first opportunity in development.

Flaubert was amazed to see the end, and just as the author was writing about the analysis of France and Germany, the report came to an abrupt end.

"Damn, it broke in the best part! Wait, who the hell wrote this? ”

Flaubert's curiosity had been sparked in the report, and he wondered what the next comparison between France and Germany would be, and the text boldly predicted that Prussia would rise to become the greatest threat to France within a decade, either by launching a war against Denmark to capture Schleswig-Holstein, or by first unifying the Confederacy through civil war, and then going to war with the feuding France.

At this moment, he wanted to wake up Princess Mathilde on the bed and ask who wrote this report, because the content was so exciting, but it was suddenly broken at the climax, and now he couldn't help but want to know the follow-up.

But the noise of the noisy street interrupted his thoughts, and Flaubert put down the manuscript paper and went to the window, and glanced out through the curtains, and saw a lot of workers walking along the street, and he was very strange.

"It's strange, it's not a big holiday."

"Wow."

A hurried knock on the door disturbed Flaubert's thoughts, and there was a faint quarrel outside the door, and Princess Mathilde heard the noise, and also woke up from her sleep, wrapped herself in a quilt to cover the beautiful scenery that rose high, rubbed her eyes, and asked, "What's the matter, darling?" ”

"I don't know, you cover the quilt first."

Flaubert picked up his trousers on the floor and put them on, and walked to the door bare-chested.

In the corridor outside the door, there was an argument between the princess's palace guards and the chief of the Rouen police, and Princess Mathilde's bodyguard stopped in front of them and shouted loudly, "Presumptuous, Chief Rouen, please find out your own identity!" ”

"Hurry up and get out of the way, now is not the time to talk about this, the situation in Rouen is urgent, I want to take Her Royal Highness the princess away immediately and go to a safe place!"

"The princess is safest here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind the palace guard slowly opened.

"Huh?"

The sheriff's anxious expression froze on his face, slowly transforming into surprise.

The shirtless man stood in the doorway, looking at the police in front of him.

Originally, the police chief would have thought that it was Princess Mathilde who opened the door, but he did not expect that it was Flaubert, who he saw at the opera house yesterday.

The two looked at each other, and the scene was a little awkward.

Flaubert...... Sir, is Her Royal Highness Princess Mathilde in the room? ”

The chief of police hurriedly turned his head away, not daring to look into the house. The man who can climb into the princess's bed is not an ordinary background.

Flaubert asked coldly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"There has been a workers' demonstration in Rouen, the situation is currently unknown, and we have been ordered by the mayor to move Her Royal Highness the princess to a safe place. If those mobs had known that the princess of the royal family of Bonaparte was in this hotel, I fear that they would have gone overboard! ”

When Flaubert heard this, his face became gloomy.

At this time, he heard the woman behind him dragging a long and lazy voice and asking, "What's wrong, dear?" ”

"Dear princess, we have to evacuate from the hotel for the time being."

"Why?"

Flaubert was silent for a moment, then said to her slowly, "The workers have rioted. ”

Half an hour later, Princess Mathilde sat on the sofa in the mayor's house, fanning her fan impatiently.

She was angry.

The wonderful world of two people was disturbed like this.

Because Princess Mathilde lived in Rouen, the mayor would pay special attention to inviting her to his home, and mobilized the forces of the police department, set up heavy guards, and put on a determination to defend the princess to the death and fight for the empire until the last moment.

However, Princess Mathilde did not want to appreciate it at all.

"Rest assured, princess, I have deployed no less than thirty men here, and it is impossible for the rebellious workers to rush in."

Princess Mathilde glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Thank you, by the way, when will I be able to go back to the hotel?" ”

Hearing this, the mayor hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I promise that it won't be long before the turmoil calms down." ”

Princess Mathilde didn't even bother to raise her head this time, but said impatiently, "Okay, I know." I didn't see many workers on the streets just now, who were going to rebel. Forgive me for saying more, Mayor of Rouen, are you overthinking? ”

"No, no, no, at all times, the safety of the princess is of paramount importance, and the information is true, it will not be wrong, I guarantee it with my head!"

The mayor of Rouen looked up at the window, where patrolling policemen stood in his yard with their guns loaded.

He looked like he was at home.

"Come, mob of Rouen."

"If you want to hurt the princess, step over my corpse first!"

As soon as the mayor's voice fell, the embarrassed director walked into the living room and walked straight in front of the mayor of Rouen.

Seeing the other party's dead look, the mayor suddenly became nervous, and he asked, "Why is your face so ugly?" Did the rioting workers occupy the town hall? ”

The chief shook his head, as if hesitating to speak, and after a moment of silence, he plucked up his courage and said, "Mayor, the workers did not riot and seize power. ”

"What?"

The mayor thought that his ears had heard it wrong, and he was even ready to put life and death aside in front of the princess just now, so that history would remember his name forever.

The mayor of Rouen, who was injured trying to protect the princess.

However, the situation has taken a 180-degree turn.

The chief of police in Rouen scratched his nose in embarrassment and whispered, "When we arrived, the workers had long since dispersed, and there was no sign of rioting except for the demolition of the villa of the Viscount of Mifa. We were overly nervous when we received the report, and we got everything wrong......"

"Bastard!"

The mayor almost slapped the police chief in the face in anger, but he held back. He didn't even dare to turn around and tell the princess about the farce, for fear of seeing a blue face.

"How do you let me explain to Princess Mathilde now!"