Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Royal Family Can Do What They Want
The woman hidden behind Garion slowly emerged, a fluffy royal blue Crenolin dress that set off her waist with the opposite slenderness, and the pale blue brim was dotted with the pink of roses. What's even more amazing is her cream-like skin, which dwarfs the women around her who claim to be high society.
"Who are you......"
The sheriff was attracted by her beauty, and he had never attended a court dinner at the Tuileries Palace, and he had never been received in the mansion, so he naturally did not know that standing in front of him was Napoleon III's former childhood sweetheart, Princess Mathilde.
"It doesn't matter who I am, are you going to take this young man?"
"He's a prisoner on his sentence, so why can't we arrest him. The Paris police handle the case, and irrelevant personnel are all out of the way. ”
Princess Mathilde stretched out her five fingers, stopped between the two, and said word by word, "From now on, this young man is under my protection, and I see which of you dares to touch a finger of him?" ”
The sheriff was annoyed, and he was about to tell his subordinates to arrest the vexatious woman together, but an awesome voice sounded behind him.
"Greetings to Her Royal Highness Princess Mathilde."
Her Royal Highness the Princess?
The sheriff looked at the woman with a stern face in front of him, and then turned his head like a dead face, and he saw behind him Napoleon III's court guard, bowing his head to welcome Princess Mathilde.
Originally, Princess Mathilde did not have this treatment, but recently because the security in Paris was not peaceful, Napoleon III personally arranged this play for his cousin.
Everyone else froze in place, at a loss.
"It's a little late."
Princess Mathilde looked displeased and said to the panicked sheriff in front of her, "I am the daughter of Prince Jérôme, Princess Mathilde. Sheriff, is this reason enough? Also, you're in my way. ”
Where did he dare to stop the princess, he hurriedly stepped aside in fear, bowed his head and apologized, and said, "I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness the princess, it's my subordinates who don't know what to do, I ......." ”
For the polite words, the straightforward Princess Mathilde didn't want to listen to them, but asked seriously, "I'll just ask you, I'm going to take this person away, do you want to stop it?" ”
The police hurriedly replied, "The subordinates are not here to arrest people, but to ensure the security of the Paris railway station." The princess can naturally take it away. ”
And Baudelaire was completely stunned when he saw this scene. Originally, he hoped that through Flaubert's intermediate relationship, Galian could show his face in front of the princess.
However, it was no longer as simple as showing up in front of him, he was able to share the train with Princess Mathilde, and he was also protected by the royal family of Bonaparte, and he set off a storm in his heart, what happened to Garian in Rouen.
He even felt that the incitement of workers' revolt was just a ridiculous conclusion, and that how could a revolutionary get the support of the Bonaparte royal family?
The sheriff replied sleekly, causing the princess to look at the other party a little more, and bowed her head slightly, expressing satisfaction. She turned to Garian beside her and said, "Alright, the first obstacle to your return to Paris has been removed, and tomorrow I will accompany you to Monsieur Mérimée's house, hoping to clear up this misunderstanding." ”
Garion also replied politely, "Everything is subject to the arrangement of Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”
The princess glanced at the policeman next to her and asked in a cold voice, "Is there anything else about you here?" If not, just get aback. ”
The sheriff did not have the courage at the beginning, but shrugged his head and left silently with the others, in his opinion, the princess was already extraordinarily gracious if she was not dismissed on the spot.
Before leaving, he looked at Garion again, and the sheriff's eyes were full of fear.
I'm afraid this young man is not simple.
Garion stood aside and watched the play, pursed his lips and said silently in his heart, surnamed Zhao, no, surname Bonaparte can really do whatever he wants.
Baudelaire and the others wanted to get up, but they were directly stopped by the palace guards. He had no choice but to wave his hands and shout, "Galion, Gallian, here we are!" ”
Hearing someone shouting names, the princess and his eyes focused on the men who waved their arms.
Princess Mathilde finally locked on George Sand's body with complicated eyes, and she asked softly, "Is this your friend?" ”
Garion nodded, "It's a friend and a mentor. ”
The princess turned her head to the guards and whispered, "Let them come." ”
The guards got out of the way, and Baudelaire and the others ran over, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "It's great that you're okay, you should explain the reason in the telegram, so I thought you were trying to kill yourself." ”
Garion smiled slightly, "I'm sorry, the situation was so urgent that I won't be able to explain the situation for a while." ”
Baudelaire bowed to the princess again and thanked her, "Thank you, Your Highness, for saving my friend." ”
"Monsieur Baudelaire, I have heard your name from Flaubert, and I have admired it for a long time."
Princess Mathilde glanced at George Sand in disgust, and the other seemed to notice her sharp eyes, revealing a triumphant's smug smile.
The scene of two women staring at each other was seen by Garion, and he didn't expect George Sand to appear here, one was Prince Jérôme's mistress and the other was Prince Jérôme's daughter.
The smell of gunpowder filled the air.
The elegant princess held back her anger, she turned to Garian and said, "Garion, I'll take you to visit Mr. Mérimée another day, I have something to do today, so I'll take you farewell." Nana, let's go. ”
With that, she winked at Garion and left the crowded train station under the protection of the palace guards.
As soon as the princess walked on her front feet, Goncourt rushed up impatiently, grabbed Garion's shoulders with both hands, and shouted frantically, "Manuscript, Gallian, where is your manuscript?" ”
"Editor-in-chief Goncourt, don't get excited!"
"Can I not be excited!"
Garion made a pause gesture and said with a smile, "Wait, I'll give you the manuscript." ”
Baudelaire smiled and explained, "Don't blame the editor-in-chief Goncourt, their entire publishing house is going to be driven crazy by readers these days." As soon as "The Sixth Prison Cell" was updated, the publisher's mailbox was filled with letters within two days. Some of them cursed the author, and most of the others were coerced into asking the publisher to update the author, otherwise they would all unsubscribe from the newspaper and let the Goncourt newspaper drink the northwest wind. Fortunately, you had the foresight to use the pseudonym Roosevelt. You don't know how many people on the street corner are calling Roosevelt a bastard. ”
Garion hurriedly stuffed the manuscript to the editor-in-chief, and said with a smile, "Editor-in-chief Goncourt, this is the remaining manuscript of "The Sixth Prison", by the way, this one is another, I hope to publish it under Garion's name." ”
"There is no problem, now the name of cheap has become the golden sign of the newspaper."
As soon as Goncourt glanced at it, Baudelaire next to him hurriedly said, "It's good to be back, let's take the wind and wash the dust for you first, let's go, go eat something first." I'll tell you a little bit more about what happened in Paris recently. ”
Garion was also intrigued, asking, "Fun fact?" What's the fun fact? ”
Baudelaire said with a serious face, "It's the same sensational event as when you wrote '1984'." ”