Eagle’s Glory

"I'm proud of you..."

After hearing her mother's heartfelt words, Teresa couldn't bear it any longer. She stood up, hugged her mother tightly, and buried her head in her mother's arms, shedding gratitude at the same time. and tears of determination.

She secretly made up her mind that she must be a good wife and mother in the future, and also be a queen if she has the chance, and will never live up to her mother's expectations.

The lady was infected by her low cry and shed tears unconsciously, so she hugged her daughter tightly to prevent her daughter from seeing her tears.

"Okay, rest early. Tomorrow is the most important day in your life. You have to keep your spirits up, and don't leave an image that others will laugh at and make yourself regret for life."

"Yeah." Teresa whispered, and then got out of her mother's arms.

Madame Henrietta took out the handkerchief from her bosom and carefully wiped her daughter's tears.

Until the end, she smiled at her daughter again.

"Go to sleep, my daughter."

Teresa obediently let her mother unbutton her skirt, and after a little washing, she lay down on the bed.

Perhaps because all her nervousness had been vented, she quickly fell into sleep, and at this time, she had a slight smile on her tear-stained face—essentially, she Looking forward to tomorrow more than anyone.

It stands to reason that since the two met on the island of Monte Cristo, they have slept together every night, but since the lady came, in order to avoid suspicion, the two of them had to live in separate rooms - although including Madam knew exactly what they had done before, but some looks still had to be done.

For Teresa, who was used to lying with teenagers, such a night was a bit lonely, but the long journey had finally come to an end, and this last little wait would only increase their fun.

And just when Madam appeased Teresa, the dinner for Agron and others had come to an end.

Aigron did not drink, and everyone knew what tomorrow would be like, so no one dared to drink too much, even those who usually like to drink, this time they restrained their hobbies, so as not to lose their temper in the major ceremony tomorrow, Annoying His Majesty the Emperor and the future Queen.

Only Pushkin was a half-exception.

He was originally an indulgent person, and he was often outspoken even in the face 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, after dinner started, Pushkin had been habitually drinking himself. It's all a little blurry.

Fortunately, he still remembered what he was going to do tomorrow, and finally stopped himself from the glass before he was completely drunk.

At this time, others also found that something was wrong with Mr. Pushkin.

"Mr. Pushkin, you can't drink anymore—" 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 drunk, but honestly admitted the problem. "Sorry...I couldn't hold back...I was too rash."

"It's okay, since you are still awake now, it means that the problem is not big." Aigron shook his head with a smile, so that Pushkin would not have to apologize, and then he offered to propose, "But if you drink it again, I am afraid the problem will be very big. So, you'd better go back and rest, right?"

"Okay, okay." Of course Pushkin nodded in agreement, "I think it's time for me to sleep... After all, I have to bless you tomorrow."

"That's good... I'm almost full, I'll take you back to your place." Aigron put down the cutlery, then took the initiative to walk in front of Pushkin and stretched out his hand to him.

Not only was Pushkin personally flattered, but others also looked at him. After all, although Aegron usually treats his subordinates very kindly, this kind of honor is not something that ordinary people can 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.

"Looks like I've been drinking a little too much..." he said a little embarrassedly, "I should have more self-control."

"It's okay, this just proves your ardent blessing to your friend, doesn't it?" Aegron smiled and shook his head nonchalantly.

Then, Aigron helped him to his residence.

Along the way, Pushkin was always a little dizzy because of the alcohol, but fortunately Aigron walked steadily and took him back all the way.

Pushkin was full of gratitude because the young man valued him, and alcohol also reduced his self-control. Finally, he expressed an idea in his heart.

"Duke, I envy you, but I feel a little pity for you..."

"What do you mean?" Agron asked back.

"You are fortunate to have a wife like no other in the world; but on the other hand, you are only 16 years old, and at this time it is a little too early for you to enter into marriage, from the poet's point of view , you lose too many opportunities to taste other passions, and correspondingly lose the wonderful inspiration of the world... which is a pity."

Agron was stunned.

Perhaps because he was afraid of Aegron's anger, 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 will definitely be the best with you. Happy couple...I'm just saying that if you marry yourself too soon, it may limit your life experience. So I feel a little 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 heart.

The great poet was loved by the ladies and teenage girls of Petersburg and could have married long ago if he wanted to, but poets naturally had a hobby of "tastes other passions", so he didn't do it until after his 30s. Consider getting married.

In history, he not only wandered before marriage, but even after he got married, he was still attracting bees and butterflies. The number of lovers before and after was countless. For this talented poet, "loyalty to marriage" and "being in others" "Let's have some fun in a place" are two propositions that are not contradictory, and even attracting bees and butterflies is a necessary way of literary creation.

In his opinion, Aigron's marriage at the age of 16 is a bit too "restrictive" to himself.

Of course, he only dared to say this when his judgment and self-control decreased after drinking, and when only two people were present.

For his thoughts, Aigron declined to comment, instead he changed the subject.

"Mr. Pushkin, how is your marksmanship?"

"Huh?" Pushkin was stunned by this question, and it took a while for his sluggish brain after drinking to understand what the other party was talking about.

"I... my marksmanship is quite average, I don't like to dance with knives and guns." Then, he replied a little embarrassedly.

"Then I suggest that you better practice in the future." Aigron replied with a smile, "You think about it, you are happy when you are looking for 'passion', but these lovely women, they may have husbands or Other caring people, they may not be able to be happy... and I have heard that Russians are very temperamental, and they may start a duel if they disagree, you better be prepared, just in case."

Pushkin just smiled, but obviously disapproved. "I get along very well with the people around me. Friends don't do this."

Maybe that's true, but sadly it's the complete opposite in history, Pushkin wasn't hunted down by those angry husbands or lovers (maybe those who thought it was best to hurt their country for some dewy pleasure) The poet is too pity?), but Pushkin himself played such a role.

He fought a duel with Dantes, a French officer who was teasing his wife, and tragically died a few days after the duel due to his serious injuries.

Fate is so mean and mysterious.

Because of knowing all this, Aegron was extremely polite to him out of sympathy between poets and out of regret for the poet's fate.

The short time of singing and harmony made him appreciate this free-spirited and freedom-loving poet. He hoped to help the other party escape the misfortune of dying in a duel early.

But he is not in a hurry. In history, the poet died in 1837, and it is still ten years away from now. He still has countless opportunities to change the fate of the poet, just as he changed the fate of millions of people.

"Okay, you go to rest." Aigron said while helping him open the door, and then watched Pushkin stumble back to his room.

"I wish you a radiant tomorrow." Aegron waved goodbye.

"I wish you and Princess Teresa an unforgettable night," Pushkin replied with a yawn.

Agron laughed and left.

At this time, Pushkin probably thought he was just a young child. How could he know what he had done?

And his sigh just now, in Aigron's opinion, is quite ridiculous - since he is the emperor, how can it be possible to get married or not affect his "passion"?

It was getting late at this time, and he no longer stopped, but quickly returned to his residence to rest.

Tomorrow's wedding ceremony is extremely important, and he hopes to set aside enough energy.

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"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

When Aigron heard Chanel's familiar call, he slowly opened his eyes.

In seconds, he regained consciousness and knew what he needed to do.

"It's already dawn?" he asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty..." Chanel nodded heavily, "It's already dawn!"

There was still fatigue on her face, but she could see from her blue eyes that she was sincerely happy at the moment.

Although she would inevitably feel a little sad when she watched His Majesty get married, she had known the result for a long time, so she did not feel sad; on the contrary, His Majesty and Princess Teresa were officially married. For Chanel, It also means that the revival of the Bonaparte family is imminent, and she sincerely hopes that the couple can expand their family and let their children and grandchildren stay on the throne.

Aigron quickly got out of bed, and then changed into today's wedding dress under the careful service of Chanel.

He put on a black coat with a white vest and shirt inside, with a sash on his chest and his Grand Blue Cross of the Order of Fontainebleau, and his hair was neatly combed.

This outfit further set off the young man's arrogance and handsomeness.

After dressing Aegron, Chanel opened his eyes wide and looked at the master in front of him carefully, as if to engrave this scene in his soul.

"Your Majesty, you are so... so handsome! I dare say that everyone will be amazed when they see it!" She couldn't help sighing.

It's a pity that the bride is not me. A small sigh came from the back of her mind, and then she quickly put it behind her.

Then, she stood on tiptoe desperately, and kissed the young man's cheek boldly and selflessly.

She then retracted her face and apologized to Aegron with a choked sobs.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being so rude... I'm just too happy..."

"It's okay, Chanel." Aigron shook his head gently, forgiving Chanel's offense, "You are also a member of our family, past is, and will always be, my career will be shared with you. ."

Then, he kissed Chanel's forehead tenderly again, as if to leave a mark on the "contract".

Chanel's tears couldn't be stopped. She resisted the grief and joy, took out the handkerchief, first carefully wiped the marks on the young man's cheeks, and then wiped the tears on her face with the handkerchief.

"Thank you, Your Majesty... You don't have to worry about my disappointment, because I'm satisfied enough." She smiled reluctantly, "Okay, let's go over, everyone is waiting for you."

Aigron nodded, then followed Chanel out of the room, and then into the living room.

At this time, the living room was already crowded with people, and Aigron looked around. His guard captain Andre Davout was already waiting here—as for the other guests, they had all arrived at the Parthenon ahead of schedule. Waiting for the arrival of the newcomer.

The moment Aigron walked in, Andre Davout immediately and solemnly saluted him. "Your Majesty! Congratulations on the wedding."

Agron didn't speak, just nodded to him.

The heroine of the wedding hasn't come yet--

But he didn't wait long. Soon, accompanied by her mother, Teresa walked down the stairs and appeared in the living room.

Today, she is wearing a white gauze skirt, with white gauze on her head, and even white silk gloves on her hands. This dress makes her originally dignified and beautiful face even more inviolable, but the satin dress on her body is more inviolable. The bulge of the belt and chest, but lightly reveals the charm of a girl.

Agron looked at Teresa intently.

"Darling, 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 entire hall seem to be a little higher.

Aigron walked in front of her, and then solemnly extended his hand to her.

The day has finally come... The moment they held hands, both of them let out a long sigh in their hearts.

Then, the two walked out of the living room arm in arm, and outside, a luxuriously decorated carriage was already waiting for them.

They got into the carriage together, and the rider slowly drove the carriage toward the destination.

They will be followed by a whole caravan, and they will cross the streets, and they will come to the foot of the Acropolis amid the cheers of the citizens, and then they will get off the carriage and go up the steps, and they will go up to the Acropolis At the top of the ruins, that is the road leading to the temple.

No, that's the way to the High Throne.