After hearing her mother's affectionate words, Theresa couldn't bear it anymore. She stood up, hugged her mother tightly, and then buried her head in her mother's arms, shedding tears and feeling grateful at the same time.
and tears of determination.
She secretly made up her mind that she would be a wife and mother in the future, and if given the chance, she would also be a queen, and never let down her mother's expectations.
The lady was infected by her low crying and shed tears unconsciously, so she hugged her daughter tightly to prevent her daughter from seeing her crying.
"Okay, go to bed early. Tomorrow is the most important day in your life. You have to be energetic and don't leave an image that will make other people laugh at you or leave you with an image that you will regret for the rest of your life."
"Yeah." Teresa agreed softly, and then left her mother's arms.
Mrs. Henrietta took out a handkerchief from her arms and carefully wiped her daughter's tears. After wiping them clean, she tidied her daughter's messy hair.
Until finally, she smiled at her daughter again.
"Sleep well, my daughter."
Teresa obediently allowed her mother to untie her skirt, then washed herself a little before lying on the bed.
Perhaps because all her nervousness had been vented, she quickly fell into sleep, and at this time, a slight smile appeared on her face still stained with tears. In essence, she was better than anyone else.
Everyone is looking forward to tomorrow.
Logically speaking, since the two people met on the island of Monte Cristo, they have slept together every night. However, since the madam arrived, in order to avoid suspicion, the two of them had to live in separate rooms, even though the madam was completely
I know what they have done before, but some things still have to be done.
For Theresa, who was used to lying with young people, such a night was a bit lonely, but the long journey had finally come to the end, and this last little wait would only increase their fun.
And just as Madam was comforting Teresa, the dinner for Agron and others had come to an end.
Aigron didn't drink, and everyone knew what kind of day tomorrow would be, so no one dared to drink excessively. Even people who usually like to drink restrained their hobbies this time to avoid losing their composure during tomorrow's major ceremony.
Angry His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the future Queen.
Only Pushkin is a semi-exception.
He was originally a person with an indulgent temperament, and he often spoke outright even in front of the Tsar, so he didn't have much scruples at this dinner.
He knew that he should drink less, but because he was in a good mood at this time, Pushkin had been habitually pouring himself wine after dinner started. When he came back to his senses, his eyes were already a little blurry, and even his sight was
It's all a little blurry.
Fortunately, he still remembered what he was going to do tomorrow, and finally made himself stop drinking before he became completely drunk.
At this time, others also discovered that something was wrong with Mr. Pushkin.
"Mr. Pushkin, you can't drink any more," Aigron quickly stopped him.
"Yes, I... I probably drank too much." Pushkin did not lose consciousness, so he did not deny that he was drunk like a drunkard, but honestly admitted the problem. "I'm sorry... I couldn't hold it back all of a sudden...
…I was too reckless.”
"It's okay. Since you are still conscious now, it means the problem is not big." Aigron smiled and shook his head, so that Pushkin didn't have to apologize, and then he proactively suggested, "But if you keep drinking, I'm afraid the problem will be big.
...So, you’d better go back and take a rest, right?”
"Okay, okay." Of course Pushkin nodded in agreement, "I think it's time for me to get some sleep...after all, I have to bless you tomorrow."
"Okay... I'm almost full. Let me take you back to your residence." Aigron put down the tableware, then walked up to Pushkin and stretched out his hand to him.
Not only was Pushkin personally flattered, but others also raised eyebrows. After all, although Aigron was usually very kind to his subordinates, this honor was not something that ordinary people could get.
Pushkin originally wanted to refuse. He stood up and wanted to walk by himself, but his legs soon became weak, so he finally grabbed the young man's hand.
"It seems I drank a little too much..." he said a little ashamedly, "I should have more self-control."
"It's okay. This just proves your sincere blessings for your friends, doesn't it?" Aigron smiled and shook his head nonchalantly.
Then, Aigron helped him walk to his residence.
Along the way, Pushkin was a little dizzy because of the drunkenness. Fortunately, Aigron walked steadily and took him back all the way.
Pushkin was filled with gratitude because this young man valued him, and alcohol also reduced his self-control. Finally, he expressed a thought in his heart.
"Duke, I envy you, but I also feel a little pity for you..."
"What do you mean by this?" Aigron asked.
"You will have an unparalleled wife, which is indeed your luck; but on the other hand, you are only 16 years old this year, and it is a bit too early to let yourself get married at this time. From a poet's point of view,
, you have lost too many opportunities to taste other passions, and accordingly you have also lost the wonderful inspiration in the world... This is quite a pity."
Aiglon was stunned.
Perhaps because he was afraid that Aiglon would be angry, Pushkin quickly explained, "Please don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that Princess Teresa is not good. On the contrary, I think she is cute and smart, worthy of you, and she will definitely become the best with you."
A happy couple... I'm just saying that if you get yourself married too early, it may limit your life experience. So I feel it's a bit of a pity. Of course, this is just my personal opinion, and you don't have to take it to heart."
Of course Aigron was not angry, he knew that this was Pushkin's innermost thoughts.
This great poet was loved by the ladies and girls of Petersburg. If he wanted to get married, he could have gotten married long ago. However, the poet naturally had the hobby of "taste other passions", so he did not marry until he was in his 30s.
Consider getting married.
And in history, he not only wandered around before getting married, but even after getting married, he was still attracting bees and butterflies. There were countless lovers before and after him. For this talented poet, "loyalty to marriage" and "being loyal to others"
"A place to have some fun" are two propositions that are not contradictory, and even attracting bees and butterflies is a necessary way to create literature.
In his opinion, Agron's marriage at the age of 16 was a bit too "restrictive" on himself.
Of course, he only dared to speak out such inner thoughts when his judgment and self-control were impaired after drinking, and when only two people were present.
Aigron refused to comment on his thoughts. Instead, he changed the topic.
"Mr. Pushkin, how are your marksmanship?"
"Huh?" Pushkin was stunned by this question. It took his drunken brain a while to understand what the other party was saying.
"I...my marksmanship is pretty average. I don't like wielding swords and guns." Then he replied with some embarrassment.
"Then I suggest you practice some practice in the future." Aigron replied with a smile, "Think about it, you are certainly happy when you are looking for 'passion', but these lovely women may have husbands or
Other caring people may not be happy...and I heard that Russians have bad tempers and may initiate a duel if they disagree, so you'd better be prepared, just in case."
Pushkin just smiled, but he was obviously disapproving. "I get along very well with everyone around me, and friends wouldn't do this between friends."
Maybe this is true, but sadly, in history, it is completely the other way around. Pushkin was not hunted down by angry husbands or lovers (perhaps these people thought it was best to hurt their own country for some casual pleasure)
What a pity as a poet?), but it was Pushkin himself who played such a role.
He challenged a French officer, Dantès, to a duel for teasing his wife, and unfortunately died a few days after the duel because of his serious injuries.
Fate is really cruel and mysterious.
Precisely because he knew all this, Aigron was extremely polite to him out of sympathy between poets, and even more out of regret for the poet's fate.
The short period of exchanges and singing made him appreciate this free and easy and freedom-loving poet, and he hoped to help him escape the fate of dying early in a duel.
But he is not in a hurry. Historically, the poet died in 1837, which is still ten years away. He still has countless opportunities to change the fate of the poet, just as he changed the fate of millions of people.
"Okay, you can go and rest." Aigron said, opening the door for him, and then watched Pushkin stumble back to his room.
"I wish you a bright future tomorrow." Aigron waved as farewell.
"I wish you and Princess Teresa a night you will never forget." Pushkin replied with a yawn.
Aiglon laughed and left.
Pushkin probably thought that he was just a child at this time. How could he know what he was doing?
And his sigh just now seemed quite ridiculous to Aigron. Since he is an emperor, how could he be married or not affect his "passion"?
It was getting late now, so he no longer stopped, but quickly returned to his residence to rest.
Tomorrow's wedding ceremony is extremely important, and he hopes to save enough energy.
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"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
When Aiglon heard Chanel's familiar call in his ears, he slowly opened his eyes.
It only took a few seconds for him to regain consciousness and know what he needed to do.
"Is it already dawn?" he asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty..." Chanel nodded heavily, "It's already dawn!"
There was still fatigue on her face, but it could be seen from her blue eyes that she was sincerely happy at the moment.
Although watching His Majesty get married, she would inevitably feel a little sad, but she had known the result for a long time, so she was not sad; on the contrary, His Majesty and Princess Theresa were officially married. For Chanel,
It also meant that the revival of the Bonaparte family was imminent. She sincerely hoped that the couple could expand their family and allow their descendants to remain on the throne.
Aigron quickly got out of bed, and under Chanel's attentive service, he changed into today's wedding dress.
He put on a black coat with a white vest and shirt underneath. He also wore a ribbon on his chest with his Grand Blue Cross of the Knights of Fontainebleau hanging on it, and his hair was neatly combed.
This outfit makes the young man even more majestic and handsome.
After dressing up Aigron, Chanel opened her eyes wide and looked at the owner in front of her carefully, as if she wanted to engrave this scene in her soul.
"Your Majesty, you are so... so handsome! I dare say everyone will be amazed when they see it!" She couldn't help but sigh.
It's a pity that the bride is not me. She let out a small sigh deep in her mind, and then quickly put it behind her.
Then, she stood up on her tiptoes desperately and kissed the young man's cheek boldly and selflessly.
Then she retracted her face, and apologized to Aigron with a slight choke on her eyes.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being so rude... I'm just too happy..."
"It's okay, Chanel." Aiglon shook his head slightly, forgiving Chanel's offense, "You are also a member of our family. You have been and will always be. I will share my career with you.
."
Then, he kissed Chanel's forehead tenderly, as if to leave a mark on the "contract".
Chanel couldn't stop crying. She suppressed the pain and joy, took out a handkerchief, first carefully wiped the marks on the young man's cheek, and then wiped the tears on her own face with the handkerchief.
"Thank you, Your Majesty...you don't have to worry about me being disappointed, because I am already satisfied enough." She smiled reluctantly, "Okay, let's go over, everyone is waiting for you."
Aiglon nodded, then followed Chanel out of the room, and then walked to the living room.
At this time, the living room was already crowded with people. Aiglon looked around and saw that his guard captain Andre Davout was already waiting here. As for the other guests, they had all arrived at the Parthenon in advance and were waiting.
The arrival of new people.
The moment Aiglon walked in, Andre Davout immediately saluted him solemnly. "Your Majesty! Congratulations on the wedding."
Aiglon didn't speak, just nodded to him.
The heroine of the wedding has not come yet
But he didn't wait long. Soon, Teresa, accompanied by her mother, walked down the stairs and appeared in the living room.
Today she is wearing a white gauze skirt, a white gauze on her head, and even white silk gloves on her hands. This outfit makes her originally dignified and beautiful face look more awe-inspiring and inviolable, but the satin corset
The belt and the bulge on the chest lightly reveal the charm of the girl.
Eggron looked at Teresa intently.
"My dear, you are so beautiful." He said from the bottom of his heart.
And Teresa just smiled shyly.
It was this smile that made the temperature of the whole hall seem to be a little higher.
Aiglon walked up to her and solemnly extended his hand to her.
The day finally came... The moment they held hands, both of them let out a long sigh in their hearts.
Then, the two people walked out of the living room arm in arm, and outside, a luxuriously decorated carriage was already waiting for them.
They got on the carriage together, and the driver slowly spurred the horse and drove the carriage toward the destination.
Following them will be a whole motorcade. They will pass through the streets and arrive at the foot of the Acropolis amid the cheers of the citizens. Then they will get off the carriage and go up the steps. They will walk onto the Acropolis.
At the top of the ruins is the road leading to the temple.