While Aigron was crossing the Vosges Mountains with his cronies, a series of "crimes" he had committed on the border were also urgently passed on to the capital by local officials, and then again at a flying speed.
spread throughout France.
Just as he expected, for a time, he became the focus of public opinion in France. Whether it was the ostentatiously decorated theater, the simple streets, or even the hidden salons, people everywhere were talking about this lawless young man.
Of course, according to their different political stances, they had completely different evaluations of the entire incident, and they also called the young man completely different. Some excitedly called him Emperor, while others neutrally and coldly called him Duke Lechstadt.
, naturally, some directly cursed "that little bastard".
No matter what attitude they hold, they have discovered that in the following French political arena, it will be increasingly difficult for people to ignore the existence of this young man. It is obvious that this young man's sudden appearance this time will definitely not be just to start a fight.
It was just a joke, he was seriously declaring to the whole of France that he would never give up the inheritance rights he once had.
No one knows whether he can achieve his dreams. In this unpredictable era, who can know what will happen in the future?
Some people pray that disaster will not happen, while others hope that something will happen with a happy attitude. They may not be loyal supporters of this young man, but they are happy to see some changes in France, which is now a backwater and boring.
Show off your skills and take advantage of the opportunity to gain enough personal benefits.
All the reports about this young man, all the responses from people from all walks of life in various places in France, were continuously collected and fed back to the Tuileries Palace. The trickles from everywhere merged into a huge amount of information.
The flow made the already elderly King Charles X inexplicably anxious and angry.
"Bang!" In the king's study, the old king slammed the table, and the walnut desk immediately made a dull roar like a gunshot.
As if this was not enough to vent his anger, he swept all the papers piled up on the table to the ground. These pieces of paper rolled on the ground, as if they were still silently mocking the king's powerlessness.
Seeing His Majesty being so furious, no one around him dared to speak out to dissuade him. They all stood there with low eyebrows, fearing that they would get into trouble and become the target of His Majesty's anger.
In that small town, the damned Bonaparte successor forced the village priest to ring the bell to summon the villagers, and then delivered a speech to them. In that speech, he attacked the king and the Bourbon dynasty with all kinds of vicious words, and then he flourished
And go.
His Majesty the King was breathing heavily, and his old and cloudy eyes were now bloodshot. Although he could no longer see the handwriting on the report, the young man's words were still echoing in his mind.
"Another scoundrel from Corsica, a mere Italian-Austrian bastard, who dares to call himself a Frenchman! Except for Robespierre, no one has ever done more for France than Bonaparte.
After so many disasters, he actually still has the face to say that he loves the French? Shamelessness is their family skill!" Thinking of those words, His Majesty the King became furious again and couldn't help but cursed, "It's all those despicable people's fault.
The Austrian swine, they should have hanged this little bastard from the beginning! How much trouble they have brought to us for their own selfish reasons!"
The king's roar made everyone present feel pain in their eardrums. Even the attendants outside the door could hear clearly. No one expected that His Majesty the King, who was usually weak and weak, could burst out like this in anger.
vitality.
However, the vitality brought by mental stimulation is still limited after all. After venting, the king slumped down on the chair again. The sweat on his forehead just now stuck the hair on his forehead to his forehead, making him
He looked a little more embarrassed.
This king only ascended the throne that did not belong to him after surviving the death of his two brothers. When he became the king, he was already 66 years old, and now he is over 70 years old. Although this job has brought
His endless honor and power have also consumed his remaining energy and soul. Recently, the king has increasingly felt that he is powerless.
If the country had been safe and sound, he might have been able to rely on his remaining energy and the mentality and will he had honed in the bloody storms for many years to sustain himself. However, since he ascended the throne, the chaos at home and abroad has gradually engulfed him, causing him to quickly
This gave rise to a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion.
He had a premonition that he didn't have much time left in his life.
But...that little bastard, damn it, how many years does he have to live? The king suddenly felt a sense of despair in his heart.
Although he had never seen the young man's face, he had never lacked information about him for more than a year. Although the king was unwilling to admit it, he could tell from these deeds that the young man had
The frightening power of action, determination, and courage contained in his body.
He has a vitality that he has never had before, and he wants to push himself and his family off the throne without any hesitation or mercy.
Bonaparte...this vicious surname is God's punishment given to the Bourbon family.
He didn't know if he could escape the disaster from this young man. Moreover, even if he escaped, could his mediocre son and still young grandson escape?
This little bastard has too many years left to live!
Bourbon's hatred of Bonaparte, the old man's jealousy of the young man, and the man on the throne's fear of those who wanted to seize the throne. The three emotions were intertwined, making the old king have endless murderous intentions for the young man.
If this young man were in his hands at this moment, I'm afraid he would just let someone kill him at all costs.
It's a pity that the young man had already run away, and fled before the army arrived, and there was no trace of him again...
"Incompetent!" When he thought of this, the king cursed feebly again.
Seeing that His Majesty the King finally calmed down a little, the Prime Minister Count Villers, who had been silent, finally seized the opportunity.
"Your Majesty, that little guy ran away immediately after making a big nonsense. This obviously proves that he has no confidence to face you directly. Therefore, there is no need for you to take his crazy words to heart. For us,
This is just a shameless criminal who escaped after committing a crime. Although it is unforgivable, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"We all know that he is talking nonsense, but some people don't think so!" The king was still angry, grabbed the remaining report on the table, and then waved it heavily, "According to the report, those villagers
After he revealed his identity, instead of resisting or stopping his actions, they did not even flee en masse. Instead, they gathered in front of him and listened to his crazy words as if they were listening to a play! Many people even expressed their displeasure.
He cheered and shouted slogans in support of him. How disloyal!"
"Those villagers were not prepared in the first place. They were caught off guard. It is difficult to expect them to risk their lives to stop that kid." Count Villers explained calmly, "Besides, in essence, they just watched.
It was just fun, and no one tried to stop the march of the army to protect the boy."
"Army! What about the army?!" His Majesty the King roared, "It's been happening for so long, and they still haven't found that little bastard! Are they incompetent or did they do it on purpose?"
The Prime Minister fell silent.
Like the king, he also suspected that many people in the local garrison were sympathizers of the Bonaparte family, and deliberately delayed the search for Duke Leichstatt, so that nothing has been found so far.
But he knew it in his heart, but the Prime Minister did not agree to go to war over it.
This is a black box. No one can be sure how many potential supporters he has in the army. If Paris intensifies the conflict with the local garrison, more people will be pushed to his side.
Therefore, the Prime Minister decided to calm down the King's mood.
"The response of the garrison was already very fast. After receiving the report, they immediately set off and drove away the little guy. However, since this was a conspiracy planned in advance, the little guy and his accomplices must have
He has already made preparations and can escape easily. The army is good at frontal combat rather than arresting people. Besides, the local terrain is complex and there are many places for him to hide..."
"What I want to hear is not an explanation!" His Majesty the King interrupted the Prime Minister. "I want to punish these rebellions! All rebellions."
The Prime Minister sighed secretly.
There were more headaches for him to deal with than Duke Lechstadt, who had already fled, and he could not waste his time listening to an old man lose his temper.
In the view of the Prime Minister, the domestic political situation has become increasingly tense recently, and sharp confrontations have emerged between various factions. Most of them are pointing their fingers at the government and His Majesty the King. Those radical elements have become increasingly restless. It can be said that now the dynasty
We are already in crisis and will face a major disaster at any time.
Without such a background, how could the Duke of Lechstadt cause trouble and what impact could he have? At best, he is just a down-and-out prince in a foreign country. Without domestic cooperation, he has no possibility of shaking the Bourbon dynasty.
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He believed that His Majesty the King was very clear about these principles, but the old King, who was now in a state of rage, was dominated by his emotions, so he couldn't distinguish the priorities for the moment.
"There is no doubt that we do need to punish rebellion, but we must control the scope of punishment and not make the situation worse." The Prime Minister made suggestions, "We can replace local officials who are not doing their job well; the officers stationed in the local army should also immediately
Transfer away.”
"That's not enough!" His Majesty the King shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with the result. "That little bastard sneaked into our country without any warning or report, and he was allowed to come in like this.
!This time he arrived in Strasbourg, where is he next? Paris? Or the door of my study? "
His Majesty the King became angrier as he spoke, and couldn't help but slap the table again, "No! We must make the most severe gesture. Only in this way can we intimidate the rebels lurking everywhere! They must be hiding in the gutter now.
Everyone is laughing at us, I will make them pay!"
The Prime Minister stopped talking. He knew that what he said now was meaningless, so he lowered his head quietly and waited for His Majesty the King's instructions.
He knew that His Majesty the King now hated this Bonaparte brat, but he couldn't do anything about him for the time being, so he wanted to vent his anger on those people he could "can do".
Although he had some opinions in his heart, since this was His Majesty the King's decision, he could only abide by it.
The king did not waste any more time, but directly expressed his inner thoughts, "I will send a trustworthy minister to the local area to arrest and interrogate all those who may be related to this time. At the same time, martial law will be implemented on the border.
Do your best to hunt down the little guy and his men. As for Paris..."
The king's gaze became more and more severe, "Arrest all the Bonapartists who are operating openly, and you can find any charges! You must interrogate them in detail and find out any possible conspiracy they may have! In addition...
We must severely ban those newspapers that advocate for the little guys, as well as those newspapers that openly oppose the royal government, and cancel their business qualifications. The chaotic public opinion field in France must be purified! We must let the kingdom return to peace as soon as possible."
After hearing this, Count Villers finally understood what the king really meant.
He wanted to use this sensational incident to clean up the country, frighten the opposition, and take the opportunity to strictly control the public opinion field in Paris and clean up newspapers with anti-government stance.
It's a good idea, but in this turbulent time, if you do it hastily, the Prime Minister is a little worried that it will provoke a more violent backlash. Especially, there is another group of people who are also spying on His Majesty the King's throne.
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"Your Majesty, I must remind you that in addition to that little guy, you have many enemies with sinister intentions... They are all waiting for you to give them a chance." He advised in a low voice.
"Orléans, always Orleans!" His Majesty the King waved his hand impatiently, "You are always telling me how dangerous the Orleans family is, but don't you see now? It is the Bonaparte family that is causing trouble and attacking me.
Shake your fists! I must fight back severely against that little bastard, and if we show an iron fist, the Orleans family will also restrain themselves."
Count Villers moved his mouth and wanted to remonstrate, but was stopped by the king with a wave of his hand.
Seeing His Majesty the King's demeanor, the Prime Minister suddenly came to the realization that his position might not last long, and His Majesty the King was very dissatisfied with the results of his work in the past few years.
Well, in this case, what else can be said? Well, let's just hand over the stall to the next unlucky guy... the count thought to himself.
"Yes, Your Majesty." So he said no more and respectfully bowed farewell to the king.