Today, my body has finally recovered.

France in the 19th century was not like Europe, where the Madonna of the White Left was rampant, but it was still the age of the Empire.

Although the glory of the First Empire half a century ago against most of Europe has passed, the victory in the Crimean War has regrouped the ambitions of the whole of France.

From the endless assassination of the top of the government by the revolutionaries to the revolver duel between rivals, even Napoleon I said with trepidation that "he would rather face an anti-French alliance than raise taxes on the people of Paris." ”

If it weren't for the sheriff calling out the police to stop moving, Baudelaire would have turned around and grabbed the double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall at the first time, and then gave a rough French greeting to the trespasser.

The grace of a gentleman is to face the guest, and to treat the enemy should be to throw away the white gloves.

George Sand looked at the police officers who rushed in, stepped forward without fear, stood in front of the sheriff, and said in a cold voice, "Do you know where this is?" ”

Dumas's restrained expression, he half-squinted at the government eagle dogs who broke into the house, silent. As a famous writer, it was necessary to enter and leave the residences of dignitaries in the Palais Bourbon or the Tuileries.

Baudelaire was able to get out of the way after being sued by the government before, and it was more of the Republican members of the Palais Bourbon who operated behind the scenes.

Obviously, the trespassers didn't know the social background of the group.

Zola, who had never seen a police arrest a prisoner, was stunned in the corner, too frightened to speak.

Faced with a room full of unarmed fellows, the sheriff looked very arrogant, and he walked up to George Sand, and said arrogantly, "This lady, please cooperate with our work, or I will arrest you on charges of fellow revolutionaries." ”

"Sheriff, you'd better watch your words."

George San glanced at him fearlessly, and said coldly, "Do you know who the people here are?" ”

"I don't care who you are!"

The sheriff raised the revolver in his hand high, and the anger he had been holding back before could finally be vented. He stared at everyone coldly, and said sharply, "I see which of you dares to move!" ”

After temporarily intimidating the others, he walked over to Garion. After a few sleepless nights, he was completely impatient, looked at the young man in front of him with a grim expression, and said sharply, "Revolutionary Party, if you don't want anything to happen to your friends here, come with us." ”

Just as he was about to capture Garion, Baudelaire couldn't take it anymore and stepped forward and grabbed the policeman's wrist.

"Stop!"

The policeman turned his head, prepared to make a rough move, and gave an ultimatum.

"Are you looking for death? Okay, the others will listen to me, take everyone in this room for me, and take it back to the police station for interrogation! ”

But I heard the other party say politely, "Introduce yourself, my name is Baudelaire." The lady you just accused, her name is George Sand. ”

Dumas, who was standing next to the sofa, also interjected at the right time, he smiled and raised his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Policeman, my name is Dumas." ”

After listening to the other party's self-introduction, the sheriff twitched, and finally understood why this group of people had no fear.

A room full of big guys!

Baudelaire, Alexandre Dumas, George Sand. These were celebrities who came and went to the court and the residences of dignitaries. If he really took everyone away, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as simple as a Paris police chief looking for trouble. The conscience of society dares to speak freely in the newspaper, and the network resources are far more complex than he can imagine!

The angry condemnation of public opinion alone can overwhelm him.

The sheriff was stunned for a moment, and at this time, the policemen under his command saw that the chief did not react, and wanted to make further arrests, but they were stopped.

"What are you doing!"

"You don't mean arresting people......"

"Shut up!"

The sheriff reprimanded the unworldly officer, and his brain spun quickly to stop the others who were about to move. Immediately changed his expression, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, everyone. There was some misunderstanding just now, I mistakenly thought that you were part of the revolutionary party. ”

With that, he pointed to Garion. The meaning was obvious, whether Baudelaire was a guest or not, the young man had to go with them.

Baudelaire was completely annoyed, and he stepped forward and asked, "Do you have any evidence of the Mouth Shut Revolutionary?" ”

"I have definite witnesses to testify."

Although there is no tangible evidence, the young man at the moment is the only clue that can catch Blanqui, so he said with a strong attitude, "His arrest is a legal procedure, and if a few people here insist on blocking my arrest, it will not be beneficial to everyone." ”

Baudelaire glanced at Garion with a complicated expression, and he tried to think about how to make the farce end.

But the other party reassured him with his eyes that he didn't have to worry, and then Garion said to the police with a calm expression, "I don't read much, don't lie to me." Is it that if I walk out this door, my friends will be fine? ”

The sheriff restrained his haughty mood when he first entered the door, and said calmly, "If you don't want to make it difficult for me." ”

"Okay."

Gary calmed down, he had already seen through the other party's bluff, and simply made a big deal out of it. Turning directly to everyone present, he said meaningfully, "I apologize for causing trouble to Mr. Baudelaire and you today. ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and bowed slightly to apologize, and then said in a firm tone, "But as I said before, freedom is not afraid of the dictator's bullets." Friends, Hugo is not the last Hugo. ”

Then, Garion reached out and put on the shackles. He was pushed by the police and forcibly removed from Baudelaire's residence.

Before leaving, he winked at a worried Zola, signaling him not to worry.

"I'm just on a trip, don't worry."

After the police left, Baudelaire's mansion fell silent.

Everyone present understood the meaning of Garion's last words.

In December 1851, Louis Bonaparte staged a coup d'état, proclaimed the establishment of the Empire, and carried out a massive repression of the republicans and revolutionaries, forcing Hugo into exile against Napoleon III. During his exile in Brussels, he never stopped writing literature, constantly writing literature to fight against Napoleon's dictatorship.

Paper and pen were Hugo's weapons against tyranny, and so would Garion.

"What are we going to do now?"

Zola had never seen anything like it, and he was horrified. Baudelaire, who had been through a lot of battles, quickly calmed down and began to think about countermeasures.

The arrest of a guest in front of his literary salon was nothing short of an insult to him.

"Don't be nervous."

Dumas patted Zola on the shoulder and said lightly, "Since they've come to the door, we're going to make a big deal out of it." Right, Baudelaire? ”

Dumas threw a Mona Lisa smile and said, "Just like you were three years ago." ”

A moment after the police left, another voice rang out at the door.

"It's so lively, isn't the salon starting, I'm a step late?"

Baudelaire, with a serious expression, looked up and saw Edmond Goncourt, who was also young, standing in the doorway, looking curiously at the oak door of Baudelaire's house, which had been broken by a kick. He was followed by his younger brother, Jules Goncourt.

"Hey, why do you all look so pale?"

Edmond Goncourt walked into the living room and looked at the salon party with the wrong atmosphere, and had a vague sense of foreboding in his heart.

"Goncourt, you're finally here."

Baudelaire, who was holding back his anger, saw his old friend coming, and said angrily, "I want to ask you for a favor now." ”