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Taking advantage of the moments of leisure, Garion copied the lyrics of the Internationale as DeSami had instructed, and then took advantage of the gap between dinner to disperse them.

The inmates in the prison finally saw the lyrics of the Internationale, and copied and transmitted them to each other. Standing in the middle, de Sami pulled Garian past him and said to the prisoners gathered around, "Remember his name, this is the author of this Internationale, a revolutionary poet, and at the same time our comrade-in-arms!" ”

Everyone else nodded at Garion, looking at him in admiration. They patted Garion on the shoulder and nodded affirmatively, they finally found the strength to cohesion.

DeSami went on impassionedly, knowing that his time was running out, and that tomorrow would be the end of his life when dawn came.

He wants to let the light of the fireflies illuminate the endless darkness in the last moments.

"Comrades, this song belongs to the entire working class."

"Revolutionaries will keep singing this song so that our songs can be heard by people all over the world who are tightening oppression."

"They're not alone, we're still fighting together!"

"Long live the proletarians!"

DeSami shouted desperately at the top of his voice, trying to reach every corner of his faint voice. At first, it was only a faint shout, but then the people around echoed it, and the phrase "Long live the proletarians" spread to every corner of the prison.

St. Mars gritted his teeth and listened to the shouts that were like a tidal wave, and his face turned pale. The Central Prison has been on high alert in recent days, alert for possible riots. He was waiting for the long night to pass, and when the first rays of the morning sun appeared, DeSami and the others would be guillotined on charges of treason.

St. Mars looked at the pocket watch in his palm, counting the time minute by minute, and when Desamy was gone, the imprisoned revolutionary party would lose its important backbone.

On that day, the administrators of the Central Prison finally remembered their fear of being dominated by the guillotine of the Revolution.

They are another group of uncompromising warriors whose innate purpose is to overthrow the decaying and decaying old world.

The working class, which was more complete than the Jacobin reign of terror, returned.

…………

Unlike the tortured and hungry slaves in the central prison, the glittering Tuileries Palace is hosting a gala dinner. Adorned with extravagant furniture, precious stones, works of art, paintings and frescoes, the palace became the most prosperous symbol of the Second Empire.

The distinguished guests slowly stepped down from the carriage and walked in the direction of the palace with a smile and a smile. Mérimée straightened his sleeves and looked at the brightly lit palace thoughtfully.

He didn't just attend a dinner today.

Rather, he hoped that through that relationship with Eugénie, he would reflect his concerns to Napoleon III.

In the central hall at this time, the king of the Second Empire is the focus of everyone. He reached an even more brilliant position than his uncle, making France a well-deserved empire – the Crimean War defeated Tsarist Russia, forced Nicholas I to commit suicide, and the Treaty of Olmetz made it impossible for Berlin to create a unified empire in a short time. The current Second Empire is glorious and has become the only empire with strong continental power in Europe.

Throughout, Napoleon III was beaming with joy and toasting with his guests. Under the dazzling crystal lamp above his head, he engraved the joy of his heart on his face.

Only Mérimée was holding the wine glass, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"Uncle Mérimée."

Empress Eugenie saw Mérimée alone, and walked up with broken steps. Seeing her niece, Mérimée squeezed out a smile.

The little girl who was still sitting on her lap and clamoring to tell a story has now become the queen of a country.

"Empress Eugenie, now you shouldn't call me uncle, and."

Mérimée said with emotion, "It was an honour for me to attend the dinner at the Tuileries Palace. ”

"But Uncle Mérimée will always be my uncle."

Empress Eugenie blinked and said, "This will not change. ”

Just as Mérimée was thinking about how to lead the topic, Empress Eugenie saw through the hesitant look on the other party's face at a glance, so she tentatively asked, "Does Uncle Mérimée have anything to say to me?" ”

"Huh?"

Mérimée was stunned for a moment, wiped her fingers from the glass, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Actually, I do have something I want to talk to...... Your Majesty reports, but I don't think that speaking out at a banquet is something that a polite nobleman should do. ”

"Oh?"

Eugenie glanced at Mérimée and whispered, "What is it?" ”

Mérimée found an opportunity and said indignantly, "About the recent public opinion. A literati was accused of fornicating with the Revolutionary Party and was arrested and imprisoned by the police. Another group of literati is building a campaign to try to put pressure on the court. And they are even agitating the working class to join them in trying to make him a revolutionary poet, how can it be justified! ”

"Uncle Mérimée."

Eugenie put on a serious look, she looked at the other party, and whispered, "I know that you are for the Empire, but please be sure not to mention this matter to Your Majesty, as for public opinion, let them make trouble." The judiciary will always pronounce its verdicts independently. But I think nine times out of ten, the verdict was the young man's innocence. ”

Hearing Eugenie say this, Mérimée was anxious, and he lowered his voice, but he could not suppress his excited tone.

"But to do so would be tantamount to giving the mob a reason to lash out at the government, which will surely buy the chaos in the future."

"Uncle Mérimée."

Empress Eugenie emphasized again, and she said softly, "It's not that I don't want to do this, but Your Majesty can't do this." ”

Mérimée felt her head suddenly explode, blank. He asked with a pale face, "Why?" ”

"I'll tell you something in private."

Empress Eugénie said slowly, "In February, the Attorney-General of the Court of Appeal of the City of Douai sent a secret report to the Chancellor of the Seals that the Catholic religious trend was continuing and that people were spreading greetings to the Pope. In France, pamphlets such as "On the Pope" written by Bishop Segur were popular, and there was an incident in the city of Lille in which he openly incited rebellion and insulted His Majesty. Under such circumstances, do you think His Majesty will still take action against those liberal republican intellectuals? ”

The secret revealed by Empress Eugenie made Mérimée's face pale in an instant, and the huge Catholic forces in the country were preparing to resurrect and confront Napoleon's empire?

Faced with this thunderbolt news, Mérimée twitched the corners of her mouth and said in disbelief, "Meaning, Your Majesty is now going to win over liberal literati?" ”