After leaving the negotiation site, Charles hurried directly and galloped towards the field hospital behind the French position. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although it is now a relatively calm period, and the battle between the two armies has basically ended, after all, it is still the war, and the surrender notice of the Russian army has not yet reached every unit, so his entourage does not dare to slack off, and desperately urges his mount to follow Charr's side, trying not to let him make a mistake.

It was not easy to travel at night, especially now that they were in the wilderness, full of potholes, but after entering the French position, the lights from the camps of the various troops became natural signposts, allowing the Charles to move forward in this wasteland.

Charles's heart is very anxious, because his grandfather has been in a critical state of illness recently, and his physical condition is really worrying, and he has passed out in a coma several times, and even when he is awake, he can only say something intermittently.

Originally, with his planning and assistance, the empire successfully formed an alliance with the British and defeated the Russians together. And, with his help and instigation, Count Bezukhov also succeeded in staging a coup d'état, paralyzing the center of the Russians.

He became a nightmare for the Russians, so to speak.

And with the surrender of the Russian army and the signing of the new peace treaty, he has now reached a new peak in his life. At this time, on the European continent, a powerful country fell into his hands and left him to fiddle; A powerful country was struck down by him and was already unconscious; A powerful nation stood trembling in front of him, trying to curry favor with him...... What more could you ask for in such glory?

However, Grandpa's illness made most of Charles's excitement disappear.

He was an orphan in his last life, and he really enjoyed family affection in this life, and he had been with his grandfather for so many years, growing up in his love and care, and he learned all the tricks of stepping into this 19th-century society from his grandfather, who taught him how to deal with the social world, how to seek his own things, how to behave like a Trelville...... It can be said that for him, his grandfather is both a relative and a mentor, and he is one of the most critical people in his entire life.

Although Grandpa was already at his current age, Charles himself knew that he would definitely die soon, but when Grandpa really lay down on the hospital bed, he realized how much he cherished this old man, although he had never believed in religion, but during this time, he really prayed to the gods in the underworld several times, so that they could prolong the old man's life for a while.

In the middle of the night, with a state of trepidation, Charles finally arrived at the hospital.

At this time, the cold wind was howling outside, and the temperature was frighteningly low, even in a thick coat, Charles still felt the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

As soon as they arrived at the hospital, the considerate nurse immediately handed hot water to the group, and Charles could not take a break, and while holding a hot water cup and drinking water, he strode towards the ward where his grandfather was.

As the commander of the French army, Marshal Tréville naturally enjoyed privileges even when he was ill, his hospital room was in a quiet backyard, and ordinary wounded soldiers had to be crammed into one room with a dozen people, and he directly occupied three rooms.

But even with privileges, death will still come to everyone mercilessly, and death will eventually become everyone's destination.

Charr struggled to put aside his ominous thoughts and walked out into the backyard.

And just as he came to the door of the ward, the door suddenly opened, and a white figure slowly paced out from the middle.

It was a thin woman, with pale skin in a white dress, and it looked abrupt and dazzling in the gloomy light. Her features were good, but perhaps because of the recent overwork, her eyes were heavily baggy and haggard from exhaustion, and her steps were light, like a ghost floating in mid-air.

When she suddenly appeared in front of him, Charles, who was already preoccupied, was immediately stunned, but soon he recognized that this was his sister.

Ever since she led the volunteer team to Crimea, Fran has been working hard with other volunteers to care for the wounded soldiers, which has accumulated a lot of fatigue for her. And after her grandfather fell ill, she has been taking care of her grandfather and rarely has the opportunity to rest, so a beautiful and lovely woman has now become so haggard, looking at it makes Charles feel distressed.

Just as Charles was about to comfort her, he noticed Fran walking over to the railing, and then leaning on the railing and sobbing silently.

The appearance of this pear blossom with rain made Xia Er suddenly have an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.

He quickened his pace, rushed to his sister's side, and then grabbed her by the waist.

"Are you alright?"

The sudden arrival startled Fran slightly, but when she looked back and recognized the person, a large burst of tears suddenly appeared in her eyes, and then she suddenly hugged her brother.

"They...... They all say...... They ......" as she spoke, and Fran choked up again, tears pouring down her blue eyes like a waterfall on her white face, and falling to the ground drop by drop.

She said a few words, but she couldn't help but chob intermittently, until at last, she said a few words that made Charles feel like a lightning strike.

"They...... They all said they couldn't make it through tonight. ”

"Can't make it through tonight?" Charles muttered to himself.

Although the meaning of the words was clear, his mind was already blank at this time, and he couldn't turn the words into clear meanings at all, so he just subconsciously repeated them a few times.

Although he had this premonition, he had some expectations before, hoping that some miracle would happen so that the old man could continue to live a long life, return to France, and enjoy the triumph and glory he deserved. However, the reality is indeed so cruel that he has no choice.

Oh, my God...... He won't be able to survive tonight?

How can it be? A person who has been with me for more than twenty years would leave on such an uneventful evening? How can this be?!

Charles's heart was in a state of confusion for a moment, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

"Yes, that's what they said." "I didn't dare cry inside, so I had to come out and cry, sir...... I...... My heart hurts! ”

Charles didn't answer, his heart hurt just as much at the moment, but he didn't cry, he knew that if he cried, his sister would be even more heartbroken.

He just reached out and gently stroked the other's back so that she could cry freely.

After a few moments, Fran finally stopped her tears.

"Let's go in together, he needs the two of us around." In an unusually calm tone, Charles said, "He loves us after all." ”

"Hmm." Fran nodded obediently and followed her brother back in.

The candlelight in the room was bright, and there was a group of people gathered around a hospital bed, on which Marshal Trevel was lying at the moment, sleeping with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, and his expression almost solemn.

This old man was originally dignified, and in his years of military career, he had already accumulated a prestige, and after becoming the undisputed marshal and commander-in-chief, that majesty became a kind of momentum that was not angry and self-threatening, which made people panic when they saw it.

Even if he is sleeping now, it can make people feel that this is an amazing big man. Everyone held their breath beside him, for fear of disturbing His Excellency the Marshal.

Charles pulled Fran to his grandfather's side, quietly looking at the old man.

I don't know where the energy came from, his face was ruddy like a child, and his eyes became bright, which made Charles panic.

He ...... How is he? Charles couldn't help but ask again.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but we'...... We've done our best. A doctor whispered.

"Really......"

This unequivocal verdict made Charles stunned for an instant, even though he tried his best to appear calm, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

Then, a powerful minister, a careerist who made the whole of Europe tremble, burst out in tears in front of the doctors.

"Sir......" Seeing her brother so sad, Fran couldn't help but cover her mouth and cried bitterly.

The tears of the brother and sister infected these doctors, and although each of them had seen enough of life and death, they still felt compassion in the face of the heartfelt grief of human beings.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency...... I'm sorry......" The doctor apologized repeatedly.

"No, it's not ...... It's not your fault. Charles wept as he gestured softly, "You all go out, the others need to be taken care of too, thank you for all your hard work." ”

Since the doctors are already incompetent, Charles doesn't want them to stay around, he wants to be with his sister quietly with his grandfather through the last moments.

"I'm sorry." The doctors whispered another apology, then turned to leave.

The room fell silent.

Charles couldn't say anything, and he didn't want to say anything, just grabbed his grandfather's hand and cried bitterly. The two of them cried silently beside the bed, and their tears slowly dripped down their faces and clothes onto the hospital bed, bringing out a little trace of water.

And at this moment, the sleeping old man, as if he had heard some call, slowly opened his eyes. The constant cold touch on his hands reminded him that his grandchildren were by his side, and that it was the last days,

He tried to keep his eyes open, but his vision was still blurry, and he could only see the blurred outlines of the two children, and this anxiety made him can't help but raise his hand, and waved it weakly and stubbornly, trying to drive away the fog in front of him—how he wanted to see his children clearly, even for a moment!

"Grandpa!" Both children shouted, and then one grabbed one of the old man's hands.

The rough hands, holding one with one hand, just hold it tightly, feeling the temperature transmitted by the two hands, and feeling the resonance in the blood of the children.

This is his child, and it is also a relic that he left in the world.

In his life, he experienced too many hardships, enjoyed too much glory, faced the threat of guillotine, and was also blinded by Napoleon, and in his later years, with one of the most successful political speculations, he rose from the hardship to become the marshal of the French army, became one of the most dazzling senators in the army, and also became the magnate of the empire.

The young man, who had only summoned the courage to return to France from exile in 1804, had become an officer by virtue of his past fame and deferential flattery to Napoleon, had seen Murat, Davout, Ney, Soult, ...... How could he have imagined that one day he would stand in their position and become the commander of the expeditionary force of the imperial army, and become the top veteran of the army?

All this is enough to fascinate anyone with ambitions. Even Marshal Tréville himself was once proud and proud of this.

However, when facing the last moments of his life, listening to the footsteps of death hovering outside the door, this pride, this brilliance, suddenly so dim.

After he leaves, what patriarch, what power, what honor, what is the meaning? What's there to worry about?

The only thing worth worrying about is these two children who have continued their bloodline.

Even if they become loess, they will inherit their own business and continue this family, so that they can become the soul of heaven in their memories.

"Charles...... Charles ...... "He used his last strength to squeeze his grandson's hand.

This is his heir, the person he has entrusted with his life's expectations, and the person he can't let go of in this world.

"Grandpa, I'm here!" Charles replied with tears in his voice.

The old man wanted to search his mind and give his grandson a little explanation, but his mind was so confused that the whole world seemed to be a blank slate, so that he could not think of anything.

Yes, I can't imagine that there is nothing to be satisfied with this grandson?

God has taken care of him enough, and after half a lifetime of bad luck, he finally gave this grandson to himself...... The old man was convinced that as long as he continued along this path, he would definitely be able to reach the last glorious shore.

And for yourself, you just need to look at it in heaven with gratification......

Tears still kept rolling down, hitting his hands like raindrops falling from the sky.

Their tears were so sincere, how rare were such sincere feelings in aristocratic families where fathers and sons, brothers, and husbands and wives often turned against each other?

To be able to get such a farewell, what regrets do you have in this life?

How many tragic things have you seen in your 80-year career?

King, Queen, Father, Uncle, Danton, Robespierre...... Countless people I knew went to the guillotine; Napoleon, imprisoned and died on an isolated island; Ney, Murat, was shot; Charles X, King Louis-Philippe, died in a foreign land...... These terrible 80 years have made so many people not die well, and I can live in this terrible era, and die a good death surrounded by children and grandchildren, what else can I ask for?

No...... God, I thank you.

The children...... All I want is for you to leave in peace in the future as I did.

The old man tried to keep his eyes open and look at his grandson and granddaughter in the mist, but to his regret, the fog seemed to grow thicker and thicker, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

God, please, give me some more time.

Forgive me, I am angry with the children who love me so much, I have cursed them!

I still have ...... What else is there to be angry about? What else can't be forgiven?

I...... How can I curse them?

A palpitating sense of urgency suddenly surged into the old man's heart, and he was suddenly afraid, afraid that the cruel words he had once said would become a burden for the children's life.

By this time, he didn't have any anger anymore, he just wanted his children to live happily.

He shook the hands of both of them with great effort, then opened his mouth with difficulty, highlighting the indistinct words.

"Kids, I forgive you."

Fran and Charles looked up in surprise at the old man, a stubborn old man who had been so stubborn, but at the last moment, he suddenly said such a thing.

"I ...... Forgive...... You ......" Because his body was getting lighter and lighter, the old man felt that it was so difficult to open his mouth, but he still mustered up the strength to say this.

"Grandpa!" Fran couldn't take it anymore, and her tears welled up and she leaned down against the old man's chest, just as she had done when she was a child.

How lovely she was back then.

With this thought in mind, the old man's eyes widened again.

He had nothing to worry about, and it was time to leave.

Suddenly some colored light appeared in the mist, and then transformed into various scenes, and finally, it turned into a vague figure.

It was a well-dressed lady, tall and tall in an old-fashioned exaggerated court dress, with an arrogant face and a hint of charm.

Queen...... Her Majesty?

The old man's sluggish mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

It was one of the most profound images in his mind.

For a moment, he remembered his teenage years, when he was first taken by his father to the grand ball of Versailles at the age of twelve, where he met Her Majesty the Queen.

Under the gaze of the ignorant young man, Her Majesty the Queen, dressed in full costume, surrounded by the attendants, walked up to the young man with a graceful posture and gently stretched out her hand.

The second son of the Duke of Treville, overjoyed with the honour he had received, stretched out his hands and embraced it with an attitude of almost adoration, and kissed it as if it were a holy relic.

That ignorant boy threw himself into the colorful world in this way.

And today, Her Majesty the Queen has come out again, and she is still so beautiful, like a fairy who has led him to a glorious world.

The old man raised his hand slightly, so small that the children could not perceive it.

But that was enough for him, and in the light of the illusion, the boy took the hand again, and kissed it reverently.

The whole world was shrouded in golden light.

"How cheerful we were then......" The old man sighed in a voice that almost everyone could not hear, and then fell into a deep sleep forever.