The next morning, Charles got up and soon made his way to his study, for there was much to attend to.

It was morning, after all, and Charles' train of thought was fairly fluid. Soon he wrote down a few letters on personal matters, sealed them in envelopes, and prepared them to be delivered to the servant to take to the post office.

Just as he was about to finish writing a letter from Zuihou, there was a soft knock outside the door.

"Come in." Charles didn't lift his head.

"Sir?" The door opened, and a soft greeting came from the door.

"Huh?" Charles looked up in surprise.

Charles's surprise did not come from the fact that he didn't know who it was, but because he was surprised that the other party would greet him in such a tone. He couldn't remember the last time Fran had greeted him softly instead of with a hint of anger?

"Early." Regardless, Charles said hello.

"Good morning." Fran greeted with a smile and continued, "It's time for breakfast, grandpa called me over to rush you......"

Her smile was so warm that she was a little flattering, but she didn't know what else it meant.

What the hell is going on, so happy early in the morning?

Forget it, anyway, it's better than losing your temper.

"Haode, Xiexie, I'll go over as soon as I finish writing this letter." Charles nodded.

"Then you have to hurry!" Fran urged, then turned to leave, with a light and cheerful step. Charles faintly felt that Fran's expression had a seemingly irrepressible snicker.

What's going on? Could it have something to do with last night's incident? No, it definitely has a relationship.

So weishenme is she still so happy? Obviously hit her? Charles was even more confused.

Until now, he still can't forget the impact of yesterday.

For the first time in his life, he became unquenchably angry with Fran and moved his hands. At that moment, he really forgot about his love for his sister on weekdays.

To be honest, although the subsequent punishment was very justified and he did not regret it, he still had some guilt and depression in his heart. As a result, he didn't understand Fran's current excitement even more.

Is it because of the sentence "I will never leave you alone in this life", which makes my sister very happy?

Charles had a flash of inspiration.

That's how it should be, that's fine.

He shook his head slightly, then put these distractions behind and quickly finished writing a letter from Zuihou.

The bond he had received from the Duke of Treville's house last night had been carefully hidden in the letter box in his room. As the old marquis said, this was the reward he deserved, and the fuel for him to keep going.

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The current Lord of the Seals, Count Delion of Illion, is also eating breakfast at the moment.

The Chancellor of the Seals sat on the throne, while his son, Viscount Delierion, sat beside him.

Since two generations of Monsieurs Dillion had held positions in the imperial court and had many affairs, they had very few meals together. Today, in fact, the Viscount of Dilier was specially told by his old father to stay for breakfast.

Viscount Dilillion, who was still charming in middle age, gently spread jam on the bread with graceful courtly movements, and ate it in small bites. It's just that his mind is not on his own food, but keeps stealing glances at his father.

Considering that the Count had been very strict with the viscount since childhood, it was easy to understand the caution of the little Diliion.

Until now, he still didn't understand that his father Weishenme had specially called him over for breakfast, and he didn't dare to ask.

The minister did not seem to have any intention of speaking, but slowly ate the pastry in front of him, because of his old age, this powerful man now only liked to eat this sticky food, and he moved very slowly.

As the days went by, the viscount sat on pins and needles, because his schedule was so full that he couldn't waste much time on breakfast.

Just as he mustered up the courage to ask a question, his father finally spoke, slowly, in a low voice.

"You have neither patience nor brains. Wouldn't it have occurred to you that since I would have called you over on purpose, it would be because of some frivolous matter? You're worried, for fear you'll miss your schedule...... You are the master of your schedule, not a slave! ”

"I'm sorry, father." The middle-aged man was so embarrassed by his father's stern preaching that he had to wear a smiling face.

After rebuking his son, the Count fell silent again, and slowly ate his pastry.

It was a long moment before he spoke again and said something mindless.

"It's so empty, it's not very comfortable."

The viscount was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head.

Usually when the old man eats breakfast, he asks his two granddaughters to accompany him, and often chats to help him relieve his boredom, but now, one of the two is still locked in the study, and the other is ......

Thinking of this, the viscount himself felt uncomfortable.

Maybe I'm too my daughters? His heart ached.

But...... But......

Just when the middle-aged man was still struggling in his heart, his old father spoke again.

"Yesterday in the palace, Mr. Kizo talked to me and asked me for help."

Hearing this, the instincts of courtiers and politicians immediately reinvigorated the viscount.

"Help? What does he need you to help him do? ”

The Minister of the Seals lowered his eyes and looked at the remaining pastries on the table with a blank expression.

"He wants to bring down our Mr. Prime Minister so that he can sit in that position himself."

"Huh?" The Viscount exclaimed slightly.

"Isn't that weird?" The Count glanced at his son disapprovingly. "What is so surprising about an ambitious person who wants to take the place of someone else when he is his deputy? Instead, I wondered how he could endure it for so long. ”

"That's just as well." The viscount quickly regained his composure and nodded in acknowledgement. "And are you going to help him?"

The Chancellor did not answer.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "Who do you think is stronger, Mr. Guizot or Mr. Duke of Dalmatia?"

Hearing this, the viscount couldn't help but laugh.

A man who crawled out of the sea of swords and fires and went through all kinds of storms without falling; Is there a need to compare abilities with a person who has just slowly mixed up in the political circles?

He pondered the words for a moment, and replied in a courtly euphemism. "Mr. Prime Minister, I am afraid that he is better in terms of experience and experience......"

"That's right, it seems that even you can tell which of the two of them is stronger." The old count sighed softly.

The viscount carefully speculated on his father's tone, and then asked cautiously. "So, you don't have confidence in Mr. Guizot, and you're going to refuse his request?"

"No!" The Count raised his head suddenly, and looked at his son sternly, causing the Viscount to reflexively shudder. "Haven't you figured out the essence of the problem?"

"Substance ......?" The Viscount's voice trembled slightly.

The old man sighed softly, then lowered his head again, looking listlessly at the table.

"What kind of man do you think our king is?"

The Viscount pondered for a moment, then replied in a whisper.

"A good king with a benevolent heart and a reputation for life is much more disciplined than the dissolute Bourbon monarchs of the previous generation......"

The viscount still used a courtly euphemism.

The essence is: "hesitating and paying attention to fame".

"Yes, he was fame-oriented, so he hated to be seen as 'a good monarch assisted by Sirte'. What he wanted was for Soule to be remembered as 'a good minister of King Louis-Philippe'. The old earl said coldly, "I have paid close attention to him for many years as the minister of the seal, and his thoughts cannot be concealed from me." ”

The viscount understood something. "So what do you mean...... In fact, Bixia has acquiesced to ......"

"If it weren't for the confidence in King Bixia's attitude, would Kizo come to me for cooperation? Does he dare? He is not afraid that I will tell His Excellency the Prime Minister? The minister looked at his son, "My son, you have to consider the essence of the matter. ”

"I see." The viscount suddenly realized. "So what should we do?"

The Count was still looking at the pastries on the table. "Considering this situation, I intend to cooperate with this gentleman to a limited extent, but it is not yet time to fully support him, and I don't know who will lose and who will win and lose."

"Uh-huh......" Viscount groaned.

"And you, you have to tell the Prime Minister. Tell him that Mr. Kezo is busy dealing with him, and that you have snoophed from your father and told the Prime Minister behind his father's back. "The old earl is right to teach his son." Sooner or later, he will know that the first person to tell him will always receive the greatest gratitude. If he has a chance to win, he'll come to me and buy me. ”

"I see." The Viscount nodded. "We need to bet on both sides, neither to live up to the favor of King Bixia nor to offend the Prime Minister."

The minister didn't speak, but continued to look down at the pastries on the table.

The viscount was ready to take his leave.

"No, it's not just a two-sided bet, it's not enough now." The Count suddenly shouted softly again.

"What's wrong? Father? The viscount was puzzled.

"Remember what Matilda said that day?" The Count looked at his son.

The viscount bit his lip, and the words that his daughter said that day sounded in her father's ears like a spell.

"Look, how long can the current dynasty last? Everywhere there was a famine, but there was no one to help the government, and the court was in constant chaos, and everywhere was full of malicious conspiracies against the king......"

"Father......" he looked at the Count with some horror. You shouldn't ......"

"Even Matilda can see that this dynasty is in turmoil, and as a result, the top of this dynasty is still busy leaning over each other......" The minister shook his head, his tone full of regret, "Now is not the time when betting on both sides is enough. ”

"Father...... But ......" Viscount was still in terror.

"It's out of space, it's uncomfortable, isn't it?" The Count said again, "Let Julie come back, Matilda has a point, we may be able to use that republican when the time comes." ”

"But ......"

"Call Matilda over and ask her to have breakfast with me, I haven't seen her for days, I miss her." The minister impatiently ordered his son, "It's not interesting to eat with you." ”

Looking at his father, the viscount swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Zuihou, he still succumbed to his father's stern gaze.

"Haode, father, I'll have the servant bring her right away."

The minister squinted at his son, who was dressed in a court embroidered gown.

That's right, this son is indeed dignified and personable, and he is still very attractive even in middle age. However, it can only be the same as this dress - it can only be worn outside for people to see.

The old nobleman sighed softly.

"If only you had half the mind of your little daughter."

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