"If only I could wash your brain!"

The granddaughter's seemingly unintentional answer made the old man sweep away his previous joy, and he couldn't help but say such things indignantly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Of course, it is normal for an ordinary woman to say this, but now, of course, he knows what this means.

Looking at the old man's suddenly blue face and expression as if he had swallowed a fly, Fran just smiled slightly, as if comforting the old man, and handed the child in his hand to his grandfather.

"If you can't wash it, don't waste your efforts, grandpa."

The old man took the child in silence, and it was only when his great-grandson fluttered in his arms that his face looked a little better.

"Ouch......" he could only sigh.

He didn't know how many times he had persuaded this granddaughter and her terrible thoughts, and he tried all kinds of methods, but he didn't shake the will of the other party at all, as if the torrent had hit a, and he could no longer advance an inch, so he could only stay where he was.

During this time, he finally discovered that the originally well-behaved and lovely child was so determined, and what was hidden under the soft appearance was a rock-like unshakable soul, so strong that even he had no way to change her determination.

If only this will could be used somewhere else—and the old man could only sigh in vain now.

However, although he gave up persuasion, his attitude did not change at all, and he still resolutely opposed her ideas and prayers, so the two grandparents have been facing each other with a cold war attitude during this time, and it is difficult to see the happiness of the past.

It is only when teasing the child that the two of them can face each other without giving up their previous suspicions.

Of course, they can't do just one thing in a day, it's just a recreation after a busy day.

"How are you feeling today? If you're not feeling well, I'll help you plan your schedule so that the people you want to meet in the afternoon come back tomorrow. Perhaps to keep the old man from being too sentimental, Fran changed the subject. That way you can stay with Clovis for the rest of the day. ”

"No, I'm in good spirits, it's okay." The old man shook his head, "People also took the time to come over, how can I let others delay another day?" In this way, others will scold me in their hearts for putting on a show. ”

Then, he smiled bitterly again, "Besides, it's all at this juncture, I can't let others use my physical condition as an excuse to rap to Your Majesty." ”

"Someone will speak ill of you from His Majesty? Why? Fran was shocked.

"You can't talk about speaking ill of me, but you can say that the old marshal is respected and old, so it's best not to be sad about the expedition anymore......," the old man still smiled bitterly, "In the court, malice has always been wrapped in the brightest candy wrapper." ”

Although the old man spoke more vaguely, Fran had already understood.

There were people in the army who coveted the position of Marshal Tréville's position as commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, so they spoke ill of him in front of the emperor, consciously or unconsciously—in the name of "taking care of the old marshal's body," of course.

It is not surprising that it is no secret that His Majesty has decided to go to war against Russia at the highest levels of the army, and that the coming war is arguably the largest operation of the French Army in forty years, and it is only natural that some of the high-ranking generals will want to take part in it as commanders, and that it is natural that some people are interested in the position of Marshal Treville and want to take their place.

It is no wonder that the old man has been unusually active recently, repeatedly attending high-level meetings within the army, sometimes making long discoveries, and often inspecting various places to check the combat readiness of the army, and even getting together with some young staff officers on several occasions to participate in the formulation of specific military plans.

"You've worked so hard." Fran couldn't help but look at her grandfather distressedly.

Fran had simply thought that this was his grandfather's fight for the future, so he was so engrossed, but now he realized that in addition to this purpose, the old man was also trying to prove to the outside world that he was still healthy and energetic - considering the old man's age, this was indeed quite a draining thing, and he did a good job enough to dispel the doubts of the outside world, or at least to keep this voice from impressing His Majesty the Emperor.

"At my age, it's okay to work hard or not, you have to do something, right? I've been doing this all my life, and now I'm very proficient in it, but it makes me feel good! The old man was unimpressed, and then glanced at Fran, "But you, child, are going to be hard for you, and you have to do a lot of work that you have never done before." ”

"I'm so young and have a lot of energy." Fran couldn't help but laugh, "Besides, this is my own request, how can I be tired?" I'm glad I can help you and my brother. And, with Mary helping me, I shouldn't be too tired. ”

Recently, Charles intends to set up a supervisory body to ensure logistics production and transportation for the future war, and in response to Charles's plan, Fran has been coordinating with the relevant companies so that they can understand the spirit of His Excellency the Minister and prepare in advance so as not to be caught off guard.

In order to achieve her brother's will, Fran threw herself into it with full energy, and it was because of her efforts that Charles's vision was slowly becoming a reality.

"It's good to be positive, but sometimes you can't be too positive, kid." The old man let out a long sigh suddenly, then let go of his hand and let Clovis stumble out of his embrace, "You have to remember, we are in an empire after all. ”

"You...... What do you mean by that? Fran didn't figure it out for a moment, and couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"Charles is a smart man, but he's a little young...... After all, he is still too hot-blooded and a little anxious. And you? You are even more so, because you are even less experienced than he is. The old man raised his head and looked at the flower bed not far away, "Inexperience doesn't mean that you don't know how to do things well, but that you think you just need to do things well...... Actually, this is not enough, our Emperor His Majesty, does not want to see us do everything, nor does he want us to succeed in everything alone, we have to make ourselves not appear omnipotent, child, because His Majesty the Emperor has the power to judge us, at least for now. ”

"This ......" When the old man mentioned this to himself, Fran couldn't help but pause for a moment, thinking carefully about the old man's words. Then her face turned a little pale. "I hadn't thought about this before...... Grandpa, what should I do? ”

"Now you figured it out, right?" The old man was still smiling, and there was a little more cunning in his eyes, "It's not too late to figure it out." You've done this well, it's better than we expected, and now you just need to do one more step......"

"Please advise me, Grandpa!" Fran immediately walked up to his side and sincerely followed his grandfather for advice, and there was a little more coquettishness in his tone.

"Have you forgotten how Charles manipulated those in the financial world?" The old man didn't sell his granddaughter, but directly exposed his bottom to her, "He has used all kinds of means, and he has also won over the big head, lured and beaten, and finally made them obey and act honestly according to the will of the government, but even in the end, he still tried his best to let others share in the joy of his victory, which is very sensible, shouldn't you get some inspiration from it?" ”

Not long ago, in order to solve the financial difficulties that the empire might face in future wars, Charles decided to suspend the repayment of the country's maturing railway bonds, and he did so by various means, getting other financial institutions to agree with the government's move, solving the government's looming problem - and finally leaving an "independent" institution in charge, which was filled with a large group of imperial magnates, including the sons of the two old imperial marshals, Murat and Suchet, to prop up their façade.

Such a move is to allow these people to support themselves and make the opposition more nowhere to start, and secondly, it is also to strengthen the momentum and make themselves appear less eye-catching.

And quietly, Marshal Tréville also revealed this meaning to his granddaughter, and wanted her to understand the essence of it.

And Fran didn't disappoint him, and she quickly figured it out.

"I see!" Fran's eyes widened slightly, and then she looked at her grandfather with admiration, "I still have so much to learn from you and my brother......"

"For now, you've pretty much learned, just the last thing, the most subtle." Marshal Trevier was still calm, "Of course, this point, although delicate, is absolutely important, even more important than everything else, because our position needs these things to maintain. ”

"Do you have any suggestions on how to do that?" Fran immediately asked.

"I'll see the Duke of Ersingen later, and he'll go on an expedition with one of my generals." Field Marshal Trevil did not answer Fran's question directly, "He's also the son of an old Imperial Marshal, well, that is, Marshal Ney, that's a great man!" When I followed the army into Russia, I always saw him, he fought in all kinds of battles, he took the lead, I never saw him afraid of anything...... Seriously, it's really rare for a person to have such a status as him and be willing to fight hard! Ney, Davout, Murat...... There are even Prince Eugène, whom I admire so much that sometimes when I go to bed at night, I can't help but think about their heroic appearance...... I wonder if they will be happy if I go to Russia again this time......"

The old man's words, at first glance, sound like the usual chatter of an old man, but because of his experience, it is a little more legendary.

But to Fran, this may not be the same.

After several years of nurturing, coupled with a deliberate desire to make up for the sake of the family, she is not ignorant of the people in the upper echelons of the empire.

The Duke of Elchingen was the title of Marshal Ney and passed on to his son, but it was not his eldest son who inherited the title, but his eldest son inherited the title of Prince Moskova - a title given by the Emperor Napoleon to commemorate Marshal Ney's repeated military exploits in Russia, and after his death, this title was also passed to his eldest son.

Marshal Ney had four sons, one of whom died untimely a few years ago, and the other three sons are now under the banner of the Empire, and because of their old connections, they have become the backbone of the Empire.

His second son, Michael Ney, Duke of Elchingen, entered the army and is now an army general, while his eldest son, Joseph Ney, Prince of Moscova, is now a statesman, serving as a senator in the Senate, loyally supporting His Majesty the Emperor and the Empire.

Thinking of the old man's suggestion to himself just now, Fran immediately understood what Grandpa was hinting at now.

The elder brother can let Murat and Suchet do their own work, and the younger sister can of course try to get one of Ney to do her own thing. Although it is an imitation, it is better to imitate poorly than to be clever.

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Fran grabbed Grandpa's hand and thanked him with a smile.

Looking at the smiling granddaughter, the old man was a little stunned for a moment, he recalled the lovely granddaughter for many years, and remembered the bits and pieces of how they got along for so many years.

Then, there was a wave of loss, and it would be nice if she had been so well-behaved and obedient all the time.

"If you know, that's fine." The old man withdrew his hand and walked over to his great-grandson, who was not far away. "I still have to see people in the afternoon, so I need to hurry up and be alone now."

In the spring sun, Marshal Trevier caressed his great-grandson with pity, the old man was already full of gray hair, and knew that he was not long, but when he caressed the sparse and silky golden hair of the baby in his arms, and looked at his young but familiar face, he found a strange sense of satisfaction.

This is another continuation of his life, even if he is not alive in the future, this child will continue to live, continue his bloodline, so that he can stay in the world in another way. And the child, of course, did not understand so much, but giggled because of the tingling sensation when the delicate skin on his face and body was rubbed by his great-grandfather's rough hands.

With such a picture, how many people will not be moved in their hearts?

Fran was no exception, she was very moved, but there was a bit of sourness in this touch.

When her own child was born, it was impossible for her grandfather to touch the child with his own hands to bless him.

At the thought of this, her tears almost fell, but she finally held back.

What is there to cry about now? The path is your own choice, and you must go on. She can only do everything well and not let her grandfather down elsewhere.

"Okay, grandpa, I'll go over first, Mary seems to have something to ask me for." Her voice was very nasal and her voice was a little hoarse. "You must also take care of your health."

"Hmm." The old man snorted seemingly nonchalantly, and then continued to tease the child without raising his head. (To be continued.) )