"Why are you with Frederick again?" Griffith domineeringly took his sister hostage to a small balcony that was uninhabited, frowned at the hall, and caught a glimpse of someone watching here, so he slammed the balcony door shut, locking Filia and himself in the warm breeze of the summer night: "I warned you last time, but you just didn't listen?"

"I just came with Frederick, what's the matter......" Fillia muttered with a frown. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You idiot, how did you get involved in his shit?" Griffith viciously warned Fillia, "Siriza's truce is to avoid the elves' intervention and take Wiener peacefully." In the days he waited for Charles VI's death, Ferdinand would install lineages in the House of Representatives, the War Department, and the Third Division from the bottom up, while Karl was inciting nationalist officers to resist the erosion. Do you know what Frederick was fighting with Ferdinand? They were fighting for the future of the Empire! What was the future of the Empire? From the commander of the Praetorian Army to the director of the sheriff, every position was the target of their grabbing, and they were eager to fill their candidates for key positions. On the cusp of this storm, Paul specially arranged for Frederick to go to a banquet and meet Karl here, this is a battlefield for men, not a stage for women! You still can't see the situation clearly? The two factions are about to kill each other, what kind of fun are you stupid to make!"

"I ......" Filia did not understand her brother's logic at all, and tried to say good things to Frederick, but was indiscriminately poked in the forehead by Griffith: "I tell you, stay away from Frederick, the farther the better, just like a fishing boat escaping from the maelstrom, the faster the better!"

"You're not messing around with Marshal Karl yet!" Filia couldn't take it anymore, tears rolled in her eyes for a second, and finally she mustered up the courage to push her brother away, clenching her fists and shouting out her heart.

Griffith turned his head to look at the crack in the door, and made sure that no one heard, so he turned his head and dragged Filia over, carefully held her face, looked at his sister and frowned, and said: "My father has passed away, and we have tried our best to take over the power of the family, but Wiener is facing a major reshuffle, and the fledglings have not yet been fully fledged, how can we fly out of this storm? I can only consolidate the prestige in the nationalist camp, and I can't get off the ship." Do you continue to think, one day King Charles also passed away, to whom will the authority be handed over? Will it be handed over to the female emperor? More than 300,000 troops have been fighting for seven years, do you think the victorious coalition will laugh and allow Elena to officially rule?"

"That ......" Filia's tears were wiped away by Griffith's thumb, and she was so tightly embraced by her brother that she couldn't breathe, and Griffith could hear Griffith muttering: "Of course Ferdinand will establish a lineage, and let the House, the Ministry of War, and the Sheriff's Office be filled with the candidates he recommends, so as to seriously wait for the day when Charles VI will die." It was a war that belonged to Karl and Ferdinand. I'm already in a quagmire, but you have nothing to do with family affairs, and you can start all over again! You can stay out of it, why should you be stupid enough to get involved? I don't care if Frederick is shipwrecked, I care if there is my sister on the shipwreck!"

Filia pleaded, "Brother, Frederick has already made a good impression on Karl, can't you help him out?"

"The lion fights to protect its territory, but it survives by eating people. Karl was opposed to Ferdinand, just because he didn't eat people. Griffith stroked Filia's long hair, and he persuaded him with grace: "Be obedient, do not go near Karl, and stay away from Frederick, until the maelstrom stops rolling, and you live as you please." Okay?"

"Brother. Felia shook her head slightly, and pushed Griffith's uniform softly with both hands: "The sword is my life, and wielding the sword for the sake of the people I protect is the meaning of my life." If I flinch in the face of the storm, I am not worthy of being loved. She looked up, smiled with tears on her face, and comforted Griffith: "It is your majestic back that has urged me to move forward, and to this day I will remain true to my creed and will never betray it." Frederick is my dear friend in life and death, and I will fight by his side until the day of the Last Judgment. ”

Griffith's lips twitched a few times, pursing his lips too hard, causing him to be a little hideous, and the cheekbones on his cheekbones trembled disobediently, as if he was restraining his exuberant anger. Then he gently pushed Filia away, shook his head slightly, and said one word: "Good." The left hand holding the hilt of the sword turned white with force, and the right hand pushing the door stiffened for two seconds before he spat out the sentence that had been held back for a long time: "If I find out that man is taking advantage of you, I will slap you twice and send him to hell with the speed of light." After saying it categorically, he pushed the door angrily, leaking out the lights in the room, and Tie walked into the crowd with a blushing face, disappearing as abruptly as when he came.

Standing lonely on the balcony, her pink back bathed in the warm lights, facing the cold night sky, stroking the cold marble railing, she raised her head and thought blankly: "Even if the mood is as high as the moon, who would want to hang alone in the sky and shine on others?"

Filia left the public eye, and suddenly made the atmosphere more lively, and the girls who raised their eyebrows unscrupulously pursued the men they liked, and they hung the unreasonable people without fear. Marianne came back to eat with a red face, wiping her face with a handkerchief while sweating, and fanning the wind with satisfaction: "The weather is really hot, and I will sweat profusely after jumping two laps." ”

Paul thoughtfully ordered his servant to make shaved ice, and while pinching a fan and shaking it for his wife, he used his fingers to pull Marianne's messy hair behind his ears: "The band is playing a slow song, why are you so afraid of the heat?" ”

Clemenson looked for the old king everywhere, and after a circle, he saw the old king sneaking out of the dressing room, and admired the old king's boldness, and hurriedly waited in place, pretending to be bumped into by the king, and then exclaimed in surprise: "You are here." At that time, the speaker of the parliament passed another proposal, the main content of which was to exempt the weaving tax, mining tax and financial income tax, and to increase the new agricultural tax relatively high. The call is high, do you want to press it down?"

The old king's face flushed, and he let out a panting "ah", not paying attention. The Prime Minister had to carefully repeat it, adding another sentence: "I have ordered the Chief Secretary to dismiss it twice, and the third time only you have the right to dismiss it." If this bill passes, the wealthiest mine owners, bankers, and textile merchants will be largely free from paying taxes, and the loss of tax revenues will be compensated for by an increase in agricultural taxes. ”

"Is it possible to increase the tax on agriculture and let the farmers who cannot afford to feed feed the army?" the old king came to his senses. Because he is in the state of a sage with no desires and four emptiness, his thinking is quite clear: "Put the fucking bullshit." Silk and cotton spinning, mining and private banking, in all directions, covered three of the richest areas of the empire. The richest one refuses to pay taxes, and Lao Tzu drinks the northwest wind? Such a whimsical proposal actually passed? Three times?"

"With the expansion of overseas colonies, the lower aristocracy soon became rich - they did not enjoy much privilege, so they had to invest their wealth in business. When they fattened up, business tax exemption gradually became the main demand of the new bourgeois aristocracy," explained the prime minister, patiently, "and some people would deliberately cater to the demands of these people in exchange for support from other quarters." So the devil sent this ridiculous proposal to pass. ”

When the prime minister used the word "ridiculous", his voice was soft and cautious. This was the first time he had made his position clear, and the prime minister would not have taken the risk if it had not been for the old king's opinion.

"Let the Chief Secretary submit the proposal to the palace, and I will stamp and reject it tomorrow. The old king clapped his head unceremoniously: "Who made such a bill pass? I have to beat him - Württemberg already has peasants who can't eat to learn from Paris to make a republic, and I don't want to see a peasant revolt in Wiener." ”

"It's Prince Ferdinand. The Prime Minister bowed heartily and cautiously revealed: "Ferdinand had privately promised to exempt silk weaving, cotton spinning, and financial income tax. This is also the reason for his popularity. ”

Then the prime minister carefully examined the king's expression to see if he was alert. Prince Ferdinand's meddling in the internal affairs of the empire was a dangerous sign.

"Hmm...... Ferdinand: This is a bit overdone. The old king groaned, and slowly led Clemson to the buffet table: "I will dismiss it, you can rest assured." ”

Clemson was a little relieved, but he was disappointed. (To be continued.) )