Just as Aigron hoped, in the next few days, his body slowly began to recover. The recovery speed was so fast, on the one hand, it was because of his physical fitness after years of exercise; on the other hand, it was definitely due to Xia Nai
Your attentive care.
Because he regarded Aigron as the person whom the monarch and his revenge depended on most, Chanel took care of him very enthusiastically and stayed with him almost all the time, lest he cause any problems again.
And since he could get out of bed, Aigron no longer stayed in his room idle, but ran out from time to time and wandered around the buildings and gardens of Schonbrunn Palace.
This morning, he took Chanel with him again and wandered under the shade of the trees in the botanical garden.
It was already early July, when midsummer was coming, and even the morning was a bit hot, but because they were in the green grassy botanical garden, they felt pretty good.
This palace was expanded by Maria Theresa, the heir to the Habsburg family, in order to spend her life with her sweetheart, Duke Franz of Lorraine, the world's first husband-in-law. She inherited the family business after her father's death.
Teresa was determined to build a palace worthy of being passed down from generation to generation for herself, her husband, and their future children, so she let all her rose-colored imaginations fly freely here.
She collected exotic flowers and plants from all over the world, decorated them in the botanical garden, and built a zoo to raise all kinds of rare birds and animals for her own enjoyment. This palace took 40 years to build, and it was not until the year of her death that the palace was built.
Declare completion.
When people in later generations mention the word "Germany", it is always easy to think of images such as "iron-blooded" and "hardness". However, the most orthodox German monarch, Habus, who has occupied the throne of the Holy Roman Empire for a long time
The palace where the Fort family lives has nothing to do with these images. Instead, it is full of beauty and elegance, which has something in common with France.
Maybe they deliberately imitated the extravagance of the French because of their envy.
"Chanel, do you know..." Aigron, who was interested, suddenly spoke.
"Your Highness?" Chanel was startled.
"He came to Vienna twice, once in 1805 and once in 1809, and he stayed here both times." Aigron pointed at the grand palace behind the two people, "If his courage hadn't been broken like this,
, Habsburg will never donate his princess to him, and I will not exist. Come to think of it...he also passed through here like us, right?"
"Of course." A hint of sarcasm and joy appeared on Chanel's face. "After all, he will definitely want to appreciate it."
"It's the same, but it's also different. At that time, he was the conqueror, and the entire palace was the spoils at his feet, but I was trapped in it. This was my cage." Aigron looked up at the sky. If there was
He thought, "To be fair, the treatment I received was not very bad, but I am afraid that in the eyes of the Austrian Emperor, I am a living proof of the shame of him and his empire... He hopes that that period of history and that period of scars will disappear forever
, don’t be remembered anymore.”
Different from his usual indifferent look, Aigron's tone at this time was full of sarcasm and acrimony.
Although in this palace for many years, he has developed the ability to hide his emotions and anger, but after all, he is still a person with normal communication needs, so when he has trusted people around him, he can speak out without restraint
What I want to say in my heart is to vent the resentment that has been suppressed for many years.
Yes, oral sex has no practical effect, but it is a kind of psychological stress reduction. After spending a few days together, Aigron felt much more comfortable.
After talking and laughing for a while, Chanel took out the folded newspaper from his pocket and unfolded it.
This newspaper is the Vienna Zeitung, founded in 1703. It is one of the oldest newspapers in the world and the official media for the Austrian government to issue official announcements.
Official newspapers are naturally bound to contain many high-sounding, meaningless and even self-contradictory clichés, but they will also truthfully record the news that the official believes can be published, so it has become a channel for Aiglon to understand external information.
In the past, because he was young and had to receive education from a private tutoring group, his guardian, Count Dietrichstein, did not allow him to have access to newspapers. However, since he was injured after falling from a horse, his usual academic activities have been forced to
He stopped, and in order to pass the time, he asked the count to subscribe to the official newspaper. After thinking about it for a while, the count agreed to his request - maybe in his view, His Royal Highness the Duke has grown up and cannot keep communicating with the outside world.
Information is isolated.
So taking Chanel out for a walk every day and reading the newspaper became his new habit.
However, despite winning this hard-won right, there is not much in the newspapers that interests him.
It is only 1826, another mediocre year after the end of the Napoleonic era. The entire continent has fallen into silence, and new storms are still brewing.
Things that make people feel that the world is still changing happened in the Americas - at the beginning of this year, the remaining Spanish troops stationed in the port of Callao surrendered to the liberator Bolivar, and the Latin American War of Independence achieved final victory.
European rule over the Americas fell apart with the collapse of the Spanish Empire, and a new order in the Americas dominated by the great North American country seemed to be slowly coming towards people.
However, no one cares about that fledgling country on the edge of civilization, and Aigron has no interest in paying attention to things thousands of miles away.
Just as he put away the newspaper and was about to continue walking, he found a group of people walking towards him.
He glanced around alertly, handed the newspaper to Chanel, and then looked at the people approaching him.
As the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed, he saw clearly the leader of the group - it was Mr. Alfred von Genz, Prime Minister Metternich's close assistant.
He was also looking at himself while talking frequently to another person next to him.
As for the people around him, Aigron didn't know him, but judging from Mr. Genz's attitude, it seemed that he was definitely not a small person.
So he is a diplomat? Aigron thought to himself.
But if they were diplomats, what reason would they have to come to see him? He still didn't quite understand.
While he was thinking, Mr. Genz walked up to him with the people around him.
"Your Highness, I heard that you were out for a walk, so we came to look for you. We hope not to disturb you, Your Highness." Then Mr. Genz bowed to him with his usual politeness and indifference.
"It's okay, it's just...what do you want?" Aigron asked doubtfully, "No one informed me who I was going to meet today."
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. It was our guest who insisted on requesting to see you, so I had to apply temporarily. It was too late to inform you in advance. Please forgive me." Mr. Genz replied quickly.
"Forget it this time, please don't let it happen again." Aigron replied coldly.
Although he was not very polite on the surface, he was not angry because what happened now made him feel a little surprised.
Obviously, it is absolutely unusual for a person to be so accommodating to a close aide of the prime minister.
Mr. Genz just described him as a "guest", so he should not be Austrian - so is he some kind of diplomatic envoy?
With doubts, he looked at the other party carefully again.
This is a middle-aged man who is about forty or fifty years old. He is tall, with a ruddy complexion, a broad forehead and deep eye sockets. Although his dark brown hair is slightly sparse, it can still be seen that he was good-looking when he was young. When he looked at him as a teenager,
At the same time, he was also looking at Aigron, his eyes were smart and sharp, and he could tell that he was experienced in the world and had a deep scheming mind.
"My name is Fenique Gordon. I am not a diplomat, just a civilian, Your Highness." Before Egron could ask the question, he bowed respectfully to the young man. "I came to Vienna for a trip. I had already prepared
I left, but I suddenly wanted to come and visit you so that my trip would be worthwhile, so I asked Mr. Genz to accommodate me... I hope you won't be angry."
"I don't believe that any passerby can be accommodating to Mr. Genz." Aigron continued to look at the other person, "If you are not a diplomat, then you may be a terrible person or a dangerous desperado."
Being choked by him, the two people opposite couldn't help but look at each other and smile.
"You're going a bit too far." After laughing, Mr. Gordon replied calmly, "But maybe it's not unreasonable."
"Well, even desperadoes are more interesting than mediocre people." Aigron spread his hands, "Then what do you want to do to visit me?"
"There is no other reason, just some curiosity - what did Napoleon's son look like?" Mr. Gordon replied calmly, "Although I have heard the descriptions of Mr. Metternich and Mr. Genz before, but I am enthusiastic
My curiosity still drives me to want to see it with my own eyes.”
Aigron was stunned.
Not only because of what he said, but also because of the language he spoke - this time he had changed to French.
There is no doubt that the aristocracy in continental Europe these days all speak French, and veterans like Mr. Gentz who are involved in diplomacy are even more proficient in French, but to go out of their way to speak French in front of him is definitely meaningful.
Aigron glanced at Genz and found that he was still expressionless and showed no intention to stop him, so he became even more curious.
A little excitement and uneasiness made him a little distracted, but he quickly recovered and looked at the other party calmly again.
"Then you've seen it now." He also replied in French. "Can you give me any advice?"
Mr. Gordon did not answer immediately. He just continued to look at the young man, sometimes thoughtfully, and seemed to have a lot of emotion.
"I didn't expect that only this little was left of the ashes of twenty years." Suddenly, he let out a small sigh. "Poor France, everything seems to have been wasted!"
Aiglon frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Actually, Mr. Gordon is an important assistant to His Excellency the Duke of Orleans." Mr. Genz, who was impatient on the side, added. "He probably remembered some things from the past."
"Duke Orleans..." Aiglon stopped immediately.
"You see, everyone can't escape the label on their head." Phoenix Gordon smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, he is right, but my visit to you this time is really just my own whim, not the Duke's.
Your Excellency's order...can you please enjoy it for a moment longer? I want to talk to you again."