Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"Come on, you'll know when you get here."

When he appeared in front of Jeanne d'Arc, who was thought to have left, holding Charlotte's hand, he made a very shameless and shocking statement:

"Well, I have reasons why I have to stay here."

PS1: Yes, it’s me, the Blue Princess!

PS2: The only designated general of the army in the animation area of ​​AB, Ping Huang, directly rushed my hero to death, which is really NB

But if you limit the flow, it will be a brain-dead problem.

PS3: I just realized that YJ has done another good thing without anyone noticing, that’s good.

Chapter 138 Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle

Amadeus still noticed some changes.

For example, summer is approaching in Paris and the temperature is rising, forcing him to change into cooler clothes; and fewer and fewer people are appearing in the Louvre.

And Mary, who seemed quiet but actually looked exhausted. Her daily routine had been very strange recently. He secretly calculated that she only slept about five hours a day on average, which was definitely abnormal for her.

Even if his sense of current affairs was not very sensitive, he knew that something big was going to happen in France recently. Alvin, a fellow patient who also had a demon pillar in his body, had not appeared for a long time. Amadeus knew that he was doing something very important now.

What he wanted to do was to bring the mass in his hand, which was also his last work, to the world. He had seen many regrets that due to various reasons, his last efforts and life achievements were not created, and he did not want to do that.

[If I said you were going to be deported back to Vienna, would you believe it? ]

Andusias's long-unseen appearance in his consciousness made Amadeus feel as if he was in another world.

So you are still alive, that’s great.

[What beautiful words! You don't seem surprised at all.]

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

[You can't run away now. France has been "isolated" now. People outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out. ]

This is a good thing.

【How do you know? 】

Some things never happen a second time.

He thought again of himself running away in the wilderness that night, like a stray dog, so pathetic and ridiculous.

[...Then, I hope you won't see that scene. ]

The side hall became quiet again, with no one inside except Amadeus himself, but the courtyard of the Colosseum had become noisy. He looked out the window and saw a red carriage parked there.

It's Marie Antoinette, the country's finest white lily, and she's back.

"I'm back." She took off her sun hat and hung it on the coat rack. It was still white when she went out in the morning, but when she came back in the afternoon, it was often covered with a thick layer of dust, and this was already a relatively mild degree.

"Welcome back."

Before he could finish his words, the girl with silver hair and blue eyes rushed into his arms. Time has changed a lot of things.

She was no longer the naive child, and Marie had graduated from being a Habsburg princess. The promising child prodigy became the most famous diamond in Vienna, while the pearl that was supposed to correspond to this diamond went to France.

How long does it take to go from youthful beauty to gracefulness? She doesn't know. Although she has her mother's unique charm as a mature woman, she has also lost the youthful vigor of a girl.

Maybe this is the price of growth.

She already knew that her nominal husband had been secretly selecting troops from all over the country to come to Paris to "maintain law and order", which really gave her a big surprise; but if he really only knew how to pick locks, that really didn't make sense.

"You must leave Paris, Amadeus, and go to Vienna with Mr. Salieri as soon as possible. Paris is in danger now." She grabbed his arm and begged desperately. "I know it's unfair, but can you listen to me again, little Amadeus."

"Mary, do you remember what you said to me on the day we parted?" Amadeus guided the girl in his arms to recall, gently stroking the curve of her shoulders and back with his hands. He liked her thick silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

"Compared to that time, you have grown a lot taller, and your skin has become fairer. Unlike back then, you would have scratches every two or three days."

"That day you saw me off on my upcoming 10-country tour of Europe. I never thought that we would meet again 18 years later."

"You always called me a music idiot, a useless person, a one-dimensional fetishist who only cares about scales, and you even wished I could turn into a note because of piano practice. Thinking about it now, it's a really pleasant memory."

See you then, Amadeus! I'm leaving now! When you come back, you must play the piano for me!

"I still love you."

"I know."

"But now, I can't be like before. Eighteen years have passed, and as the Queen of the Bourbon Dynasty, I love France deeply."

"I know too."

"Why!" she cried out loudly, and began to cry hysterically in Amadeus' arms.

They are both right.

She wanted him to continue to be loved by the world as a musician, but he wanted her to not face death with the stigma of a foolish queen.

"As expected, what are you talking about? You are an idiot."

"Am I stupid?"

"Yeah, I don't have any special skills. I'm just a fool whose head is full of sugar, spices and some beautiful things."

In addition, it may also include some more magical flowers, such as datura or poppy.

Otherwise, why would I be so obsessed with it?

"...Really, I said something that wasn't my style."

If that child could have a normal life, the turning point in that path would have been the proposal at Schönbrunn Palace.

This is like the cornerstone of human history. No matter what choices a man named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart makes, this will be the result.

No matter what happens, no matter what kind of lover I meet, no matter what kind of friends I make, no matter what kind of happiness I get, I will devote my body and soul to music like I am now, and become a scum who has abandoned all human virtues.

However, there was only one exception. If there was one person in this world who could change his fate, it was only Marie Antoinette.

"Are you still crying?"

"Don't cry anymore." She wiped her tears with Amadeus's scarf. Although her face was red from crying, she was still her true self.

He took Mary's hand and walked to the piano.

"Remember the song I played for you when we first met?"

His fingers were placed on the keys. His fingering was a little unfamiliar at first, but after slowly becoming familiar with it, the sound of the piano, as gentle as flowing water, filled the room. She sat aside, listening quietly to him playing and humming the love song.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

"How I wonder what you are..."

PS1: At the end of 2.1, Mr. Sa also played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It’s ridiculous that this song has changed from a love song to a children’s song.

PS2: I suddenly remembered that I haven’t paid back my Huabei…

PS3: I won’t believe it if you draw Arong again later.

Chapter 139 That Sunday Afternoon

Something was wrong in Marseille today, at least that's what Napoleon thought.

When he opened the door with a toothbrush and a towel, he saw his colleagues in a hurry, each holding a newspaper and jogging back to the dormitory, as if something had happened.

"What's going on? This is it."

Although he was not sure about the situation, he decided to go downstairs and take a look.

In the square of the garrison, the soldiers who had come down to move around gathered in groups of two or three, whispering to each other and seemingly discussing something.

And they all held newspapers in their hands, more or less.

This is actually an unbelievable thing. The soldiers who usually save money to go to the pub to drink would actually take out money from here to buy a newspaper today?

What's wrong with this world?

——So Napoleon decided to buy a newspaper as well.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers. Don't miss Robespierre's shocking speech at the Jacobin Club on the last day of the Estates General!"

When Napoleon heard the name, he instantly lost his composure and decisively took out a few Deisler coins from his pocket to ask for directions.

"A copy of the French Journal."

"Okay, sir."

I didn't expect you to have grown to this extent now, Robespierre.

He and Robespierre met for the first time in a cafe. At that time, he was working part-time to earn tuition fees. The store manager assigned him to listen to the well-dressed man expounding his ideals in life for a full half hour. As a result, they became close friends by accident.

It is strange to say that such an extreme idealist has now become the second most influential person in the Jacobin Club.

"If it is because of his personal morality, then his personal morality is almost impeccable, so that his political enemies have no way to attack him."

"So that's how this guy became a spokesperson! There's also bloodshed and conflict, something's not right about this situation."

Napoleon was leaning against the wall reading a newspaper, and he didn't notice anyone standing next to him.

"If I were your enemy, you would be dead now, Buwannaba." General Lindenwan's voice sounded beside him. Napoleon suddenly raised his head like a frightened bird and saw the squinting eyes of the legion commander.

"But unfortunately, I am not."

"Lend me the newspaper. From what you said, you should know that guy." He pointed his finger at the name Robespierre in bold on the front page.

"Yes, sir."

Since he had been heard, there was no need for him to continue lying.

"We are friends."

"If you have anything to say, just keep it to yourself." The general couldn't help but smile at Napoleon's hesitant expression, and then, as if remembering something, he took out a letter from his inner pocket. "

"Take a look at the contents of this letter." He handed the letter to Napoleon. It was a letter from London. I'm sure he had a very interesting expression on his face after seeing it.

He opened the kraft paper envelope with a confused look on his face, and what came into view was a light yellow vertical red-grid letter paper. The entire sheet of letter paper was written in elegant handwriting, and the name at the end revealed a sense of elegance.

Ten minutes later, he put the letter back into the envelope, and when he was about to return it to the general, he blocked it with his hand.

"He said that this letter was originally intended for you, and he hoped that you would not hit him when you meet again. After all, in my opinion, you will also be standing in the position of the letter paper." After finishing a cigarette, General Lindenwan stood up from the ground, patted Napoleon on the shoulder, and quietly gave him some hints.

"Get ready Buwanaba, we are going back to Paris."

That night, he lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Deep in his soul, he felt as if a huge wave had occurred, and an unspeakable change had taken place. This was the first time in his life. He had also experienced sleepless nights before, but the feeling was completely different from this one. Until the sky was just getting light, he still had his eyes open, looking at the ceiling covered by shadows.

Napoleon found that he was in a huge vortex, which was so big that it encompassed the entire European continent.

From human life and death to the fate of the Bourbon dynasty, they all seem to be things that can be changed in a moment's thought, but it feels like there is no chance of reversal; it's as if there is a hand in the dark pushing certain things, moving towards a certain reference point, back to the track where they were supposed to be.

When this thought popped into his mind, he fell asleep in a daze.

But when he woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. When he opened his eyes, he looked at the alarm clock on the bedside with a blank face. After he stood up, he felt sore all over, as if he had been beaten, and his head was still dizzy.

"Attention everyone, gather in the square now!" A voice announcing the assembly came from outside.

Napoleon looked at the calendar. Today was Sunday, which was normally a day for rest. That was why he slept for so long without anyone disturbing him.

"Anyway, let's go down and take a look."

With this thought in mind, he changed his clothes and went downstairs.

When he went downstairs, he saw General Lindenwan, who was standing on the high platform, holding something in his hand and preparing something. His unique sense of smell told him that gathering everyone on Sunday, the day chosen by God for rest, must mean that there must be something important to announce.

"First of all, I am very pleased with the speed at which you assembled. As the most elite legion of His Majesty the King, this is proof of our existence here."

Napoleon keenly observed the disdainful smile on the general's lips when he talked about His Majesty the King.

There is weirdness.

"And now is the time for you to play a role." He took out what Napoleon saw, which was an official document.

"We are going to Paris."

............

I am older, but wiser.

One war and revolution have ended, but another unrest is brewing.

The change in my own trajectory began on that Sunday, June 6th.