Eagle’s Glory

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"I'm proud of you..."

After hearing her mother's affectionate words, Teresa couldn't bear it anymore. She stood up, hugged her mother tightly, and buried her head in her mother's arms, shedding tears of 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 if she had the opportunity, she would also be a queen and never disappoint her mother's expectations.

The madam was infected by her deep crying, and shed tears unconsciously, so she hugged her daughter tightly to prevent her daughter from seeing her crying.

"Okay, go to rest early, tomorrow is the most important day in your life, you have to keep up your spirits, and don't leave an image that makes others laugh and you regret it for life."

"Hmm." Teresa responded in a low voice, and then got out of her mother's arms.

Mrs. Henrietta took out a handkerchief from her arms, and carefully wiped away her daughter's tear stains. After they were wiped clean, she tidied up her daughter's messy hair.

Until finally, she smiled back at her daughter.

"Sleep well, my daughter."

Teresa obediently asked her mother to untie her skirt, and then lay down on the bed after washing up a bit.

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

It stands to reason that since the two met on Monte Cristo Island, they have embraced each other and slept every night, but since the wife came, in order to avoid suspicion, the two of them had to live in separate rooms-although including The lady knew exactly what they had done before, but some looks 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 add to their fun.

While Madam was comforting Teresa, the dinner of Aigron and the others had come to an end.

Egron didn't drink, and everyone knew what tomorrow would be like, so no one dared to drink excessively. Even those who usually like to drink, this time they restrained their hobbies, so as not to lose their composure in tomorrow's major ceremony. To anger His Majesty the Emperor and the future Empress.

Only Pushkin is considered a half exception.

He was originally an indulgent person, and he often spoke out even in front 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, Pushkin had been habitually pouring alcohol on himself after dinner started. It's all blurry.

Fortunately, he still remembered what he was going to do tomorrow, and finally made himself stop drinking before he was completely drunk.

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

"Mr. Pushkin, you can't drink any more—" Aigron stopped him hastily.

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"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 didn't hold back for a while...I was too reckless."

"It's okay, since you are still conscious 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 proposed,

"But if you continue to drink, I'm afraid there will be a big problem...so, you'd better go back and have a rest?"

"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."

"Well... I'm almost full, so I'll take you back to your residence." Aigron put down the tableware, walked up to Pushkin, and extended his hand to him.

Not only Pushkin was flattered personally, but others also looked sideways. After all, although Aigron is usually very kind to his subordinates, this kind of honor is not something ordinary people can get.

Pushkin originally wanted to refuse. He stood up and wanted to walk by himself, but soon his legs gave way, so he finally grabbed the young man's hand.

"It seems that I drank a little too much..." He said a little ashamedly, "I should have more self-control."

"It's okay, this just proves your ardent blessing to your friend, doesn't it?" Aigron 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 strong alcohol, but Egron walked steadily and took him all the way back.

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

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

"What do you mean?" Aegron asked back.

"You will have a wife who is unparalleled in the world, which is indeed your luck; but on the other hand, you are only 16 years old this year, and it is a bit too early to let yourself into marriage at this time, from the poet's point of view , you have lost too many opportunities to taste other passions, and correspondingly lost the wonderful inspiration in the world... It is a pity."

Aegron froze.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Aigron would be angry, Pushkin quickly explained, "Please don't get me wrong, I am not saying that Princess Teresa is bad, on the contrary, I think she is cute and smart, she is worthy of you, and will definitely become the best princess with you." A happy couple... I'm just saying that if you let yourself get married too early, it may limit your life experience. So I think it's a pity. Of course, this is just my personal opinion, and you don't have to take it to heart. "

Of course Egron was not angry, he knew that this was what Pushkin had in mind.

The great poet was loved by the ladies and teenage girls of Petersburg, and he could have married if he wanted to, but the poet naturally had a penchant for "tasting other passions", so he didn't wait until after his 30s. Consider getting married.

And in history, he was not only romantic before marriage, even after marriage, he was still attracting bees and attracting butterflies, and the number of lovers before and after was countless. Have some fun somewhere" are two propositions that are not contradictory, and even attracting bees and butterflies is a necessary way of literary creation.

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From his point of view, Aigron married at the age of 16 is a bit too "restricted" himself.

Of course, he only dared to speak out when his judgment and self-control were weakened after drinking, and when only two people were present.

Regarding his thoughts, Aigron did not comment, but instead changed the subject.

"How is your marksmanship, Mr. Pushkin?"

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

"I...my marksmanship is pretty average, I don't like to wield knives and guns." Then, he replied a little embarrassed.

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

Pushkin just smiled, but obviously disapproved. "I get along very well with the people around me, which is not what friends do."

Maybe that's true, but sadly, historically it's the other way around, and Pushkin wasn't hunted down by angry husbands or lovers (perhaps because they all thought it best to hurt their country for some dewy sex. What a pity for the poet?), but Pushkin himself played such a role.

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

Destiny is really mean and mysterious.

Knowing all this, Egron was extremely polite to him out of sympathy among poets, and out of pity for the poet's fate.

The short time of singing back and forth made him admire this free and easy poet who loves freedom, and he hoped to help him escape the bad luck of dying in a duel early.

But he is not in a hurry. According to history, the poet died in 1837, and there are still ten years before now. He still has countless opportunities to change the fate of the poet, just as he changed the fate of thousands of people.

"Okay, go and rest." Egron said, opening the door for him, and watched Pushkin stumble back to his room.

"May you be radiant tomorrow." Eggron waved goodbye.

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

Aegron laughed and left.

Pushkin probably thought he was just a baby at this time, how could he know what he was doing?

And his sigh just now seemed ridiculous to Aigron—since he is an emperor, how could he be married or not affect his "passion"?

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

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

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"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

When Eggron heard Chanel's familiar call from his ear, he slowly opened his eyes.

It took only a few seconds for him to regain consciousness and know what he needed to do.

"It's daylight already?" he asked.

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

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

Although watching His Majesty get married, she will inevitably feel a little sad, but she has known this result for a long time, so she is not sad; on the contrary, His Majesty and Princess Teresa are officially married. For Chanel, It also means that the revival of the Bonaparte family is just around the corner. She sincerely hopes that the couple can expand their family and allow their descendants to stay on the throne.

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

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

This attire made the young man even more imposing and handsome.

After dressing up Aigron, Chanel opened her eyes wide and looked at the master in front of her carefully, as if she wanted to engrave this scene in her soul.

"Your Majesty, you are so... so handsome! I dare say that everyone will be amazed!" She couldn't help but sigh.

Unfortunately, the bride is not me. A small sigh escaped from the back of her mind, and she quickly put it behind her.

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

Then she withdrew her face, and apologized to Aegron slightly choked up.

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

"It's okay, Chanel." Aigron shook his head lightly, forgiving Chanel's offense, "You are also a member of our family, in the past and will always be, and I will share my career with you .”

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

Chanel's tears couldn't be stopped, she suppressed her sorrow and joy, took out a handkerchief, first carefully wiped the traces on the young man's cheeks, and then wiped away the tears on her own face with the handkerchief.

"Thank you, Your Majesty...you don't have to worry about disappointing me, because I am satisfied enough." She smiled reluctantly, "Okay, let's go there, everyone is waiting for you."

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

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

The moment Eggron walked in, André Davout immediately saluted him solemnly. "Your Majesty! Congratulations on the newlyweds."

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Aegron didn't speak, just nodded to him.

The heroine of the wedding hasn't come yet—

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

Today, she is wearing a white gauze dress, a white gauze on her head, and white silk gloves on her hands. This attire makes her dignified and beautiful face look even more awe-inspiring, but the satin gauze around her body The belt and the bulge on the chest lightly reveal the charm of a girl.

Eggron stared at Teresa intently.

"Honey, you're so pretty," he said from the bottom of his heart.

Teresa just smiled shyly.

It was this smile that made the temperature in the entire hall seem to be a little higher.

Aigron walked up to her, and solemnly extended his hand to her.

This day finally came... The moment they held hands, both of them sighed long in their hearts.

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

They got into the carriage together, and the driver rode the horse slowly, driving the carriage towards the destination.

Following them is a whole convoy. They will cross the street and come to the foot of the Acropolis amidst the cheers of the citizens. Then they will get off the carriage and go up the steps. They will walk onto the Acropolis. The top of the ruins, that's the way to the temple.

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