I interviewed two airlines in half a month, running back and forth between Shenzhen and Guangzhou, and finally between China Southern Airlines and Shenzhen Airlines, which had two days off and two days off, I still chose Shenzhen Airlines.

"Hmm...... I'm just making an analogy. ”

Thankfully, it was not the time to sit in the richly decorated Ginza of the Tuileries Palace, toasting and laughing with the court ministers, otherwise it would have been a bit embarrassing for everyone to look at each other and pretend to look around. Garion glanced at him and asked, "Then what His Majesty Napoleon just said is false?" I was really naïve to think that you would declare war on our feud Germany for the sake of the people of France. ”

Napoleon III didn't know how to answer this tricky question raised by Garion, and in the face of the other party's faint ridicule, he had to scratch his nose in embarrassment, quickly changed the topic, and said, "No, no, no, I really hope that His Excellency Garion can come to the Tuileries Palace to take up the position of court minister, and the chips I offer remain unchanged, I hope that His Excellency Garion can think about it again, please." ”

Even he did not notice that Napoleon III involuntarily showed humility in the face of Garion, and a strange feeling was even born in his heart, as if the fate of the whole of France rested on this tall man of letters.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Galian did not dare to provoke Napoleon III any further, although he had no interest in becoming a courtier of the Third Reich, an empire that had been in power for less than ten years, although he could become a member of the Third Republic after the end of the empire, but it did not mean much to him.

After Napoleon III closed the door to leave, Garion finally sat down on the sofa unsupportively, his hands still trembling slightly.

The previous "Hero of Coffee-Brewing" made him feel that Napoleon III had set his sights on him. Apparently there's nothing more exhilarating than a guy who "seems" to approach Richelieu, and his thirst for talent is within Garion's expectations.

But if you think about it, why did the conversation just now seem kiriki?

Thinking of the open France in the 19th century, Garion couldn't help but subconsciously protect his hips.

This feeling of being targeted at Kikube is a bit scary.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

After the feeling of oppression in the living room dissipated, Balanchi dared to quietly come out of the room, and he saw Garion sitting in place with dull eyes, and his expression was still a little nervous. She had been in the room just now and hadn't heard the conversation between the two.

Garion shook his head, he now felt every inch of his scalp nerves tingle, and whispered, "Maybe something isn't right. I have just rejected the most powerful man in Paris, and I hope he will not hold a grudge against me for my willfulness. ”

"Why don't you go and become a courtier?"

Balanchi was also very depressed, there was no woman who didn't want her husband to get ahead, but Garion refused the invitations of various powerful people, which made her feel very puzzled.

"Nothing."

Garion put his hand on her shoulder, and the next words he said made Balanchi's face change instantly.

It's gray.

She knew very well that the prophecies that came out of her husband's mouth would eventually turn out to be a terrible reality.

Garion said softly, "Anyway, the second empire can't last for ten years. This is not a status quo that can be changed by one person. I can only do the icing on the cake, such a thing as sending charcoal in the snow, even if it is really the reincarnation of Richelieu, it will not be able to reverse the situation of the river. ”

"You mean ......"

Balanchi believed her husband for no reason, because she knew that every prophecy he made would eventually turn into a terrible reality.

"Shh

Garion made a silent gesture and whispered, "Just guessing." ”

At the same time, Napoleon was in a somewhat bad mood.

He sat in a sumptuous carriage, and despite the strict martial law around him, a sense of unease took root in his heart. Like the horror of the fall of the First Empire, even as the monarch of France, he found that there were many things that he could not change.

Like Garian, who he's been longing for.

Although he had shown some gaffes before, he still hoped that Garion could pick on the big beam of Falancey.

The French emperor who took advantage of the excitement eventually returned defeated, which symbolized the shame of defeat like a broken battle flag on the battlefield.

I don't know how many people will talk about it behind their backs.

Maybe even he didn't expect that he would be categorically rejected in such a simple way.

The others had already accepted the honor with gratitude, but the man he fancied never bent down. This annoyed him.

When he returned to the Tuileries, he saw Mérimée and Empress Eugenie meeting in the palace, Mérimée had been singing praises and praises to the royal family, and he had devoted his life's literary talents to the praise of Napoleon III's great achievements. Although the beautiful words were pleasing to his ears, these literati were never able to give valuable advice like Garion.

A gloomy face walked towards Mérimée, and he noticed that Napoleon III was not in a good mood today, and hurriedly said flatteringly, "Your Majesty, ......"

Napoleon III interrupted his rambling with a wave of his hand.

"Shut up."

Eugenie and Mérimée were stunned at the same time.

Napoleon III had always maintained a friendly attitude towards Mérimée due to the relationship between the Empress and his uncle, but today he behaved uncharacteristically and rudely.

Empress Eugenie couldn't help frowning, His Majesty's attitude today was really a bit excessive. She whispered a few words.

"Uncle Mérimée came to visit me today......"

"yes, I see."

Napoleon III still looked at the man in front of him with an indifferent look.

Nervous sweat oozed from Mérimée's forehead, and the richly decorated Tuileries Palace seemed to be transformed into an interrogation room, with portraits of the Napoleonic family hanging on the walls mocking the men in front of them.

tried his best to control his breathing, and he didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere, and in front of the authorities, Mérimée was just an ant pinched to death.

He hoped that the other party was just momentarily indignant.

The words that came out of Napoleon III's mouth made Mérimée's heart fall into the ice cellar in an instant, and he felt that his self-esteem had been greatly humiliated.

Mérimée lowered his head and listened to the reprimand from the mouth of Napoleon III.

"One by one, you know how to sing praises, you have half the level of Garion, I don't need to worry about France!"