When he heard the report of the courtiers that "a group of rebel soldiers had participated in the siege of the palace", His Majesty, who was already listless, only sighed softly.

"Even my army has gone to that side?"

This time, he didn't get angry, and he didn't have the spirit to be angry anymore, he just asked with a wry smile. The continuous bad news has made him lose his fighting spirit, and now all that can keep him going is the last bit of courage.

Now the army is not just standing still and watching the situation, but has chosen to defect and directly pick up the gun and stand in front of it. This fact plunged his spirit into the most desperate state.

The courtiers had wanted to comfort the king one more time, but when they saw his dejected expression, they all closed their mouths in amusement, and then bowed their heads and exited the room.

For two days, he finally got a chance to be alone.

He leaned back in his chair, dazed in thought, but in a state of confusion, as if he couldn't think of anything.

The voices coming from the window were getting louder and louder, and almost every slogan could be heard clearly. Obviously, the mob is now getting impatient, and it is unlikely that they will soon launch a general attack on the palace.

What to do?

Can't think of a way.

All the tricks he could think of had been used, but none of them worked, and now he found himself at no other end than to wait here for the verdict of fate.

The former prime minister's phrase "Your time is over" has been echoing in his ears.

He was seventy-five years old. Born in the most turbulent period of French history, what storms and waves he has not seen? What kind of life-and-death crisis did he not experience? There is no doubt that he cares about his life. But he worries more about his children and grandchildren than about his own safety.

If the mob really comes in directly, will they be able to hold it?

If you can't hold it, will it be ...... next?

A huge sense of terror hung over him, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He had already lived through the most horrific times, had seen countless deaths, and he knew how bad a thing could be.

In a situation where there is no choice but to think of a way out. He closed his eyes, then put his hands on the desk, and then put his head on them. Like those who are already completely hopeless. He chose to resign himself to fate. If he can't sleep like this, I'm afraid it will be a relief for him.

However, this precious relief is only a few tens of seconds.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his pretense of sleep.

"The Count of Dillion has asked for an audience." The courtiers outside the door cautiously announced.

Count Delierion? How did he get here? His Majesty the King was a little suspicious in his heart.

Although he was an important official in the court. But the Count was old and frail. Recently, he has been recuperating at home, and his son spends more time hanging around him.

Unexpectedly, on a day like today, he found a way to run over.

So, what is he here for?

His Majesty the King, who had been awakened by a series of betrayals, was not conceited enough to believe that Count Delion, who had betrayed the Bourbon family without hesitation eighteen years earlier, would suddenly become loyal to the House of Orleans in such a situation.

So what is he here for?

Let's meet him.

"Let him in." After thinking about it for a while. His Majesty commanded softly, and he forced himself to sit up straight again. In order to maintain the king's last bit of dignity.

The Count of Delion, whose hair had turned completely white, dressed in an embroidered court gown, walked to the desk under His Majesty's Majesty with respectful and solemn steps, and then bowed respectfully.

His dissatisfied wrinkled face did not show any expression.

"Your Majesty, I'm here."

"I'm glad sir, you're still in the mood to come and visit me at this time." The king looked at the count in front of him with a deliberate calm, "But, I guess you don't just want to look at me, do you?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Earl's tone was still very respectful, as if he did not know that the king's reign was about to end—or had been—over, "I have come to-day to give you some advice and advice. ”

Even though he was personally involved in the plot to overthrow Louis-Philippe, the Count of Delier maintained his usual demeanor in the presence of this king, and did not show any disgrace in the face of his imminent downfall.

As a descendant of that sage, he, like anyone who wants to make a career in politics, will never forget his teaching: "Form brings content, and demeanor contains everything."

["Form brings content, demeanor contains everything" is a famous quote of the great French statesman and diplomat Talleyrand, which means that a politician must completely separate his words and deeds from his thoughts, and maintain his demeanor regardless of ups and downs. 】

"Advice and advice?" There was a little more sarcasm in His Majesty's tone, "Like you said to Charles X before?" ”

In 1830, the same "revolution" was the same "revolution" that the Count had persuaded Charles X of the Bourbon family to abdicate and abandon the country. Eighteen years later, the same fate fell back to the usurper, is this a coincidence or an inevitability? Maybe it's both.

In the face of this slightly malicious mockery, the old earl remained unmoved, and his tone was still very respectful.

"More than that one, Your Majesty."

That is to say...... You're really here to persuade me to abdicate? The king's voice was a little chilly, "I know what I know!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, that's one of the purposes of my visit." The Count still hung his head.

"What a boldness, you rebel!" He was answered by a roar from the king, and his hands trembled slightly with anger, "How dare you appear before me like this! Do you think I'm going to be as obedient as the Bourbons? Even if you want to die, I can let a rebel like you die before me! You bastard! ”

Under the wrath of His Majesty the King. The Count remained unmoved, and stood still. It wasn't until His Majesty had finished cursing that he spoke softly.

"At the moment. You can of course reject my opinion, you can choose to resist, and you can even order my death outright. But you know it yourself, so what's the point? Resisting to the end will do nothing but plunge you and your family into an unfathomable abyss of crisis. You know it yourself, don't you? ”

"Are you threatening me? Threaten someone you've professed allegiance to for so many years! The king rebuked him again.

"It's not a threat, I'm just stating the facts." Count Delion's tone became more earnest.

"Your Majesty. If you are still sane, you will not be blind to the fact that you are now at the end of your rope, and everyone has turned their backs on you, Your Majesty. Undoubtedly. The mob has not yet completely surrounded your palace. If you want to escape, you can still escape from the palace or even Paris with some people...... But what's the point? ”

The old count's expression was calm, and his tone was very sincere, as if he was analyzing the present situation for His Majesty the King from the standpoint of an outsider, "The day after you flee Paris, a new provisional government will be formed, and then they will issue an order against you, calling on the whole country to act to thwart all your actions. Get you back, just as they did when they dragged Louis XVI back to Paris in 1791 in Varennes. Maybe it is true that there will be some military to support you. But what's the point? Can they be the enemy of the whole of France? I'm afraid you don't believe it yourself......"

The Earl's continuous questioning seemed to be a blow to the heart of His Majesty's majesty, so that for a moment he could no longer speak.

Because, he is telling the truth.

"If you do this, you are making enemies of all France, and can you bear to put the whole House of Orleans at such a risk?" The Count continued calmly, knowing the king too well to know how to strike more effectively at the king's worst psychological defenses. "Don't forget, even the most orthodox royal family couldn't do this feat back then! Do you really want to do that? ”

The king did not reply, his hands were already trembling slightly.

"If you abdicate now, you don't have to take so much risk." After stating the facts, the Count made his suggestion, "As long as you announce your abdication, the new provisional government will guarantee the safety of you and your family." ”

"A new provisional government?" The king immediately sensed something in his words.

"Yes, the new interim government will be in place as soon as you abdicate, and they will find a way to clean up the mess and keep you and your family safe." "And I am now proposing to you on behalf of that government," said the Count of Pierrière, word for word. ”

"So, you've long ago turned your back on me?" The king asked angrily, "Have the ministers I appointed to take the seal have been waiting for a rebellion for a long time?" ”

"It's not very early, Your Majesty." The Count's reply was grim, "Until you are sure that your dynasty is hopeless, the House of Diliion will be your faithful servants. We will do the same for a certain majesty in the future. ”

The king's face turned pale, and he asked aloud as if he were struggling with something.

"What if I don't say yes?"

"If you don't agree, then there will be nothing to guarantee your safety in the future, don't forget to ......" He raised his head and looked directly at His Majesty the King, "There are tens of thousands of mobs outside, and thousands of soldiers, who could rush in at any moment!" Do you want this to happen? Let me tell you, then, that if you do not hear of your abdication after six hours, a general assault on the palace will be launched. So, make a decision within six hours. ”

"You...... Traitor...... Anti-thief ...... Murderous dogs! His Majesty cursed loudly.

"Your Majesty!" The Count suddenly shouted, and the king was stunned for a moment, "Please be decent! (To be continued......)