A day had passed, and His Majesty's anxious waiting had not yielded the turn of events he had dreamed of, the army had not marched into the city to suppress the riots as he had ordered, and the National Guard had not rallied to him to defend the king.

Therefore, he could only sit in the city of sorrow and continue to wait endlessly.

However, time is running out for him.

"Hasn't anyone come yet?" , In the indescribable anxiety, he couldn't help but interrogate the close minister beside him again, this is the first time in a day that I don't know how many times.

And he only got the same answer as before.

"Your Majesty...... Wait, they're still gathering ......"

"Are you still assembling ......?" He smiled wryly.

He knew in his heart that the words of his cronies were just to comfort himself, and if no one had come yet, it meant that probably, no one would ever come to save the dynasty.

The king sighed softly, and then he paced to the ledge, and looked at the group of National Guard soldiers who were waiting by the bridge on the other side of the river, so close but as far away as if they were far away, and they did not look at the palace.

"Are you still assembling ......?" He repeated it again, his tone already full of self-deprecation.

Then he sat back in his seat and pondered for a long time before he spoke again.

"Call Mr. Kizo here!"

The Prime Minister came over soon. He looked decadent now, didn't say a word, and seemed to have no fighting spirit at all.

The king looked at the old man with disheveled hair in front of him, his eyes were misty, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night. Compared to not so long ago. Suddenly it has become old.

Then it dawned on the king that he must be the same in the eyes of others. I couldn't help but smile bitterly again, and then subconsciously raised my hand and swept the hair on my forehead.

"You were right yesterday." The two men were silent for a moment before the king finally spoke, "Until now, there has been no army to defend their king—"

"This is not surprising, Your Majesty." The Prime Minister replied in a low voice, "It is impossible for the discontent that pervades the whole country not to affect the infiltration of the army." ”

"So. What do we do now? Not to be angry with his answer, the king asked directly.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty......" The Prime Minister bowed and apologized. At this point, I don't know how to solve it, I have no choice......"

"If you are not able to solve the tasks I have assigned you, then you should not continue to stay in the position I have appointed you. Isn't it? ”

After hearing this. The Prime Minister suddenly looked up at the King, but the King remained expressionless, and made a silent urging with a cold gaze.

At this moment, although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he was still stunned for a moment. He understood that from this moment on, his political future was over, and the political capital accumulated by decades of toil and hardship would finally be lost. Decades of hard work. Decades of ambition...... That's it.

It's good, it's good. It's pointless anyway.

He closed his eyes slightly, calmed down, and then bowed down again, this time even lower than before.

"Your Majesty, as your servant, I am obliged to obey any of your orders......"

There was another long silence. His Majesty wanted to say something more about comfort or encouragement, but in the end he stopped, after all, he still had some feelings for this former favored courtier.

"The news will be released soon, so you should prepare first." He tried to pretend to be casual.

"Your Majesty." At this time, the prime minister suddenly raised his head again, looked at his monarch, and his eyes were full of sincerity, "Since I am no longer your subordinate, can I allow me to say a few more words to you as an unpresumptuous speaker?" ”

After hearing this, the corners of His Majesty's mouth couldn't help twitching, and the performance of former Prime Minister Sirte that day was obviously fresh in his memory. Eventually, however, he nodded, "Okay, please...... But please hurry. ”

"It will be soon, a few words will be fine," muttered the prime minister, who had already been dismissed, ...... himself.

Then he looked back at the king, his gaze more direct than ever.

"Your Majesty, your dynasty is over, and although you can try to struggle a little more, nothing will change."

To his surprise, His Majesty did not react very much to this sentence, so he continued.

"As a king, you are undoubtedly qualified, even excellent, and you are more fit to be a king than Louis XV and Louis XVI, and the Habsburgs can only give you shoes. However, as the king of France, you are again unqualified. In this day and age, no matter how pure and noble the blood, a French king must give the people hope if he wants to maintain his rule. Yes, it's the kind of anticipation that makes people move forward. If you don't want them to work hard, they will abandon you without any nostalgia, as they do today.

You have to find a way to make them know the truth, or to make them think that this kingdom is beyond the ordinary and stands proudly in the world. The French people can temporarily endure their own lack of rights and temporary hardship, but they cannot endure mediocrity and national decadence. Since you can't make them rich, you should at least take them to glory. Don't forget, Napoleon almost plunged this proud nation into the abyss, but now everyone misses him! This is the French......

But...... You have done nothing, you have not been able to do anything, so you and your dynasty have only ended up where they are now. ”

The Prime Minister's voice was full of sincerity, something he had always wanted to say to the king but had not said, and now he could take the opportunity to spit it out.

"If I am dismissed, I will be glad to let your throne last a little longer, for it will be the best reward for the trust and reuse you have placed in me. However, what I want to tell you is that now it is too late even if you do it, and the anger of the population is not concentrated on me, they are already tired of you and your dynasty. His Majesty's ...... It's time for us to get out of the show. ”

Speaking of which, perhaps because of his mixed feelings, his voice became a little shaky, and his usual composure was almost gone.

"Your Majesty, even so, the era of your reign is still a good era. It cleared the shadows of the past for France, licked the wounds of those twenty years, and drove out the Bourbon royal family, which had become completely out of fashion...... I believe that even if a moment of anger will make everyone speak ill of us, history will still give you and us a fair evaluation after all, and I will wait quietly for that day. ”

After saying that, he choked up and lowered his gaze sadly.

This man of great literary literacy, the part-time historian who wrote the "History of the English Revolution from Charles I to Charles II", left the last words on the stage of history, although mournful, but also magnanimous. He was not a soldier and could not utter the same harsh curses as Sirte had before him, but he could touch his king just as much.

"Historical evaluation?" The king smiled bitterly, "In other words, do you think all I can expect now is the evaluation of history?" His voice was soft, as if to comfort the former prime minister and to hypnotize himself.

Suddenly, he exploded violently, and the last of his courage still prevailed in his mind.

"No...... No, I can't give up yet! Do you know what a price I paid to get this throne? If I just give up, what will my father think of me, what will my family do! ”

The Prime Minister said no more, but bowed respectfully to His Majesty again, and then he turned away, ignoring the still shouting King beside him, and left the room without looking back.

………………

As time went on, more and more rioters gathered outside the palace, and they had formed a semi-encirclement posture around the palace, and they were noisy outside the palace all night, as if they were full of energy.

In the midst of this terrifying roar, one of the courtiers came out, escorted by the guards, not far from the mob's line, and shouted loudly.

"Calm down, gentlemen! Your Majesty has heard the voice of the people! He has relieved Mr. Guizot of his post and reappointed the Count of Morais as Prime Minister, and now the government of the Kingdom has been replaced! Please go home, everybody...... Your purpose has been achieved! Your Majesty will never pursue today's incident after His Majesty, absolutely not! The government will be determined to innovate and work for the well-being of the people of France! ”

His shout was met with consternation at first.

Has the king already surrendered? Is he unable to hold on anymore?

Then, rightfully so, this consternation slowly turned into laughter.

At this point, he actually thought that he only needed to change the prime minister!

The laughter grew louder and louder, and the hoarse and repeated shouts of the courtiers were completely drowned out.

"Sir, please go back and give a message to the Monsieur de Orleans inside!" One of the representatives of the uprising replied in a loud voice, "His ears may not be so good that he cannot hear the voice of the people!" We don't want a prime minister to step down, we don't want a minister to step down, we want ............"

He deliberately paused.

"Down with the king," replied the man next to him cheering, "Long live the French Republic!" ”

"Down with the King, long live the French Republic!" This slogan rises and falls, reaching into the sky.

The shouts grew louder and louder, and the cheers grew. The king's concession made them see the man's weakness at this time, and they understood even more that he was finished. (To be continued......)