Eagle’s Glory

"So I'll share with you what I have left of my light too—and with my best wishes."

After reading the old musician's message, Teresa was both admirable and moved.

In any way, his life was unhappy. His relatives died early, his nephew who had high hopes for him was also depraved, and he himself fell into poverty and could not extricate himself... But even so, he did not waver. Human beliefs, and willingly bless themselves.

So, in contrast, with better conditions, what reason do you have to feel sorry for yourself and give up the pursuit of happiness and kindness to others?

She turned back suddenly and looked at the young man beside her.

"His Royal Highness, I just talked to Mr., and I ordered a piece of music for him in our name... Would you mind?"

Aegron was a little surprised at first, and then nodded indifferently.

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

"This is really a mysterious fate. He didn't dedicate it to your father, but he went around and dedicate it to you again..." Teresa smiled and blinked, "I can't wait to play it myself. This song is up!"

Teresa's spirits were uplifted and her face was radiant, she was close to writing "Praise me" on her face.

"Help him in this way, Teresa, you are so smart." Of course Aigron didn't disappoint her, so he immediately started to praise her, "I look forward to it as well as you."

"I'll play it well for you." After getting the answer she wanted, Teresa laughed happily. "It would have been better if no one else disturbed me at that time..."

Seeing her expectant smile, Aegron immediately felt a little guilty, turned his eyes quickly, and nodded his thanks to the musician.

Beethoven shook his head, expressing no need to thank himself, and then wrote a note and handed it to the young man.

"His Royal Highness, I sincerely wish you and Your Highness Teresa happiness, so I am very happy to donate my own creations... However, it will take some time for me, on the one hand, I am old and debilitated, and my thinking is not as active as before; On the one hand, I sang to your father to worship heroes, this time I just want to send blessings and hope to young people, it will be two completely different styles, I need to think carefully about how to arrange the music. I I have created countless solemn or soft tunes, and this time I hope to combine them and leave it to the world as my last work... So I hope you will give me more time, I hope everything is still in time."

Aegron was a little stunned. He didn't expect that Teresa's accidental proposal actually inspired the old musician's long-lost creative passion.

There is no doubt that with his current physical condition, if he can really create it, it should be a "posthumous work".

Before an old genius leaves the world, the last flash of soul, he can feel the weight of this expectation.

Can you really bear the weight? He doubted.

But even if he couldn't bear it, he had to continue, so he nodded without hesitation, and wrote the reply on the paper.

"I understand the difficulties you're facing, so I don't have any time requirements for you, you can just create it the way you like, I look forward to your masterpiece and feel great that it has to do with me glory."

After seeing his reply, the old musician smiled with relief.

"His Royal Highness, although it is the first time I have seen you, I can see that you are not arrogant and harsh, and the hardships in your life have not overwhelmed you. Instead, you have learned to look at you from the perspective of an ordinary person rather than a crown prince. Others. And from what you just talked to me, you are seriously educated and have a set of opinions after thinking about it, instead of following others blindly, which is really commendable for your age - although I don't agree with all your opinions, but I also admit that your points are not unreasonable.

If you can always be magnanimous and considerate in the future, you will be loved by more people, and no matter how many enemies Napoleon left in this country, you can make them forget the hatred of the past, not to mention Your Highness Teresa will also make it easier for you to capture the hearts of the people... I guarantee you will be one of the most popular royals in Austria if you work hard for it. Please remember the teachings of God, use your generosity and mercy to benefit this country, save it from Metternich's tyranny, it will be its blessing! "

The tyranny of Metternich...

Aegron was instantly embarrassed.

Beethoven was always a liberal politically, so he was very unhappy with Metternich's repressive rule and hoped that he and the younger generation like Teresa would change that and set the Austrian people free.

But... to be honest, firstly, he has no ability to change Metternich's policy, and secondly, he does not feel that Metternich's ruling methods are completely useless.

Although Metternich had a very bad relationship with him, the old guy said something right—they neither believed in the beautiful vocabulary of liberalism, or at all, everything was based on strength and strength. From this point of view, he is a good student of the old guy.

No matter how many things Metternich did wrong, during his long term as prime minister, he at least kept this multi-ethnic empire and even Europe at peace for 30 years, which is commendable enough in modern times .

Therefore, if he is given a chance to govern, he would rather stealthily learn from Metternich and display "tyranny" in a relatively soft way, rather than allow liberalism that defies authority to erode the country. Years of political practice have proved that this idealism is doomed to be unworkable.

In this regard, he is at odds with the old musicians.

However, of course he is not in the mood to engage in any political debate with this dying old man. The other party is already like this, so why bother arguing any more?

Besides, he didn't intend to do anything for the Austrian people, he just wanted to leave quickly.

So he just nodded vaguely, mucking about the question.

Next, the visit also came to an end.

Agron and Teresa exchanged paper with Beethoven for a while, before saying goodbye to the old musician together.

Beethoven walked to the door and watched the boy and girl leave. Although he looked very tired, it could be seen from the blazing fire in his eyes that the old man was already full of passion for creation, and he was waiting to race against death and put his own Leftovers are hurried out.

Agron and Teresa walked downstairs, and after they went out to breathe the cold but fresh air outside, the two of them finally swept away the gloom in their hearts.

"God always allows the vile to gain power and the good ones to suffer!" Teresa sighed. "Sometimes I really don't understand what he is thinking."

"Maybe he likes watching this kind of cruel drama." Aegron replied, "Otherwise, how could the world be in turmoil and endless wars?"

The young man made jokes that were almost blasphemous, which made Teresa a little scared. She hurriedly looked around to make sure that no one could hear him, and then looked at him nervously, "Aigron... How can you be so indifferent? To say such a thing?"

"Isn't what I said true?" Aegron asked back, "In any disaster, famine, or war in history, there has never been a savior, and people can only save themselves. Instead of pinning their hopes on illusory guys, it is better to be yourself. Go for it, otherwise, you can only be slaughtered by others, what's the point of being a 'good person' at that time?"

These words sounded cold and cruel to Teresa.

She suddenly recalled that in the theater, Sophie also said arrogantly, "I only take God seriously when it is in my favor, otherwise I will go away! What right does He have to tell me three things? Four?" and so on.

It's exactly the same, she must have taught it badly! Teresa thought.

This woman has had too many bad influences on His Highness, but she must not continue like this.

However, she also did not want to argue with the young man.

"Your Highness... stop talking like that." She lowered her voice and persuaded Aegron, "Maybe what you said is right, but we are in Austria after all, people are still full of reverence for God, and they don't care like the French. Any outrageous remarks..."

Aigron was a little strange.

"Teresa, haven't you complained about Austria in front of me all this time? Why are you suddenly shy again?"

"I still think so now, but for the sake of your future, I think it's better to be cautious in words and deeds." Teresa smiled embarrassedly, "There are many people in this world who are sinister and secretly hug you. There are also many people who have hatred. Even if my father strongly supports you, it is inevitable that someone will spread rumors and slander... In this case, the less we complain about, the better, because any word may be taken and treated as The reason to attack you. In the past, I didn't care what others thought of me, so I just said something casually, but now it's different... I don't want to be the one who traps you."

Aegron was stunned for a moment, and for a moment there were mixed feelings in his heart.

No wonder Teresa changed her previous words and deeds. When she met Beethoven, she did not write any political remarks on paper, let alone complained about the control of the Austrian government, and the Austrians did not respect culture and art. She clearly complained before. After so much - on the contrary, he and Beethoven had a lively discussion around the Great Revolution with great interest.

It turned out that Teresa deliberately restrained, she was unwilling to leave any handle that could be used to attack her.

Teresa, why does it always make people suddenly moved.

He forced himself to return to his normal thoughts.

"To tell you the truth, when Metternich left Schönbrunn Palace, Metternich also specially gave me a task to supervise you not to make any remarks against the current government. Metternich did not want to face being publicly criticized by members of the royal family. It's embarrassing." Now that the visit has ended, there is no need for Aegron to hide from Teresa, "Now it seems that my mission doesn't need to exist in the first place, Teresa, you have effectively avoided trouble."

"Hmph, Metternich..." Teresa curled her lips slightly, seeming to be somewhat dissatisfied, "He's too bossy, it's really annoying. Sigh, but if it's good for His Highness, I'll respect him."

"Teresa, there's no need to do this..." Aegron replied embarrassedly, "Anyway, just do what you like and don't worry about me so much."

"But what if the way I like to do things is to be cautious about my words and deeds because of His Highness?" Teresa looked at Aegron with a smile, and then asked back.

"..." This rhetorical question made Aegron a little overwhelmed.

"Okay, let's stop discussing these unpleasant topics." Teresa continued to smile, avoiding the embarrassment between the two, and then pointed to the open space in the distance, "Your Highness, while there is still a little Time, can you walk with me a few steps?"

"Of course, my honor." Aegron nodded.

So, the two walked into the open space, arm in arm.

Because of the winter, the grass in the open space had already withered and yellowed, and Teresa looked around, only to see dead trees and iron-blue apartment buildings, only gloomy blue-gray everywhere.

Her eyes moved again, and finally fell on the handsome young man.

Seeing His Highness will make you feel better.

"Your Highness, it will be Christmas soon," she said again. "Do you remember? You promised my mother before that you would attend our family's party at Christmas."

"Of course I remember." Agron nodded. "Don't worry, since I agreed, I won't change my mind."

"Then I'm relieved!" Teresa nodded heavily and continued, "My mother is looking forward to that day..."

Then she felt as if a light touch came from the top of her head and face.

She looked up suddenly, the cloudy sky, as if some small flying insects were flickering.

Ah, it's snowing.

Just under her gaze, fine snowflakes fell from mid-air to the ground.

The girl's heart was instantly activated by the pure white flowers.

"Your Highness, it's snowing!" She looked at the boy excitedly.

"Yeah, it's snowing." Aegron nodded calmly.

It was nothing exciting to him, just a natural phenomenon in winter.

But to her it meant something completely different.

This is probably the blessing of the angels - although she knows it is not, she is willing to believe it.

"Your Highness, you probably still want to fight for power, don't you?" She looked at the young man with wide eyes, "Although I didn't see the content of your conversation with Beethoven, judging from your expressions, you I still like to be like my father."

Aegron was a little surprised, but after thinking that there was no need to hide it from her, he nodded. "That's it."

"Well, men are like this, fascinated by power... My father also particularly hopes that you can become the pillar of the empire. Your idea will definitely make him very happy." Teresa sighed softly, as if feeling a little bit. Regrettably, "This is also good, after all, it is better to pursue something than to waste a life..."

Then, she leaned in front of the young man again, then raised her head to look at him, and said what was in her heart.

"As I said before, if you like power, then I will accompany you to chase power, anyway, you are no worse than those on the stage in European countries!"

Agron looked at Teresa in confusion.

How should he respond to Teresa?

Snowflakes slapped his hair and seemed to slap his heart too.

"Huh?" At this moment, Teresa suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance, as if she saw something unpredictable.

Aegron subconsciously looked to the side.

Then he suddenly felt his side face get cold, as if it was touched by something wet.

The sly girl!

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the numb touch on his face filled him with a warm feeling.

After a while, the touch said goodbye to him again.

"Your Highness, Christmas, be sure to remember!" With the last instruction, Teresa ran away with blushing cheeks.