Eagle's Glory

The Glory of the Young Eagle Author: Out of Dreams in the Palace

brief introduction:

On the day the disaster struck Waterloo, the traveler came to this world and became the unfortunate successor

He will change the trajectory of fate and history, escape from the cage and overcome obstacles, and finally ascend the throne in the name of Napoleon II

It is not the name of the Father that drives him, but his own glory alone!

1, through

June 1815, 6 is destined to be a day that will be recorded in history forever.

On this day, in a little-known town in Belgium——Waterloo, a battle was going on to determine the fate of an empire.

Since the early morning, the French army has been fighting desperately with the Anglo-Dutch coalition forces. In just a few hours, tens of thousands of people have blood-stained the battlefield.

Hundreds of cannons were roaring non-stop, as if they were conveying the roar of God, and the smoke and dust mixed with the smell of blood filled the battlefield with a radius of tens of miles, making everything seem so illusory.

The hero who claimed to overlook the whole world was standing firmly on the high ground next to Rossom Village, looking down at his soldiers expressionlessly, launching almost desperate attacks on the British army's line time after time.

He watched tens of thousands of soldiers from all over France wearing Chinese and American uniforms fight bloody for him.In his 20 years of military career, he had already been used to conquest and honor, danger and death, and such scenes were no longer worthy of his emotion.

But he still felt restless.

He is the emperor of the French Empire, he is an unparalleled genius in the eyes of the soldiers, and he is the commander who leads them to glory and glory.

But today, after repeated attacks but still unable to break through the defense line set up by the British commander Arthur Wellesley, he has vaguely felt that he can no longer give victory to the French today.

God seemed to be punishing him for his previous good fortune.

The emperor paced restlessly.

The time has come to sunset dusk.

At this time, a vague black shadow appeared on the horizon of the sky, although the approach of the black shadow was quickly confirmed, it was a marching army.

"Is Grouchy here?" he murmured.

He and those around him are looking forward to it.

All it takes is good luck this time, just once... His Majesty the Emperor prayed secretly in his heart.

However, after only a few more minutes, his hands and feet went stiff with disappointment.

That army flew the Prussian eagle.

There are tens of thousands of legions rolling in, and at dusk when both armies are exhausted, it will be a decisive weight.

And this weight is obviously going to be added to the British side.

Men of Albion, you have won!

There seemed to be an unquestionable judgment in the sky.

The fighting continued, but the arrival of the new Prussian army was decisive.

At such a moment, even the most indomitable warrior can't help but be bound by fear, lose the courage to continue fighting in the fright, and cry out at the inevitable defeat.

The wailing was scattered at first, but it immediately resonated everywhere, and finally gathered into an unstoppable torrent, engulfing the soldiers and fleeing in the opposite direction from the enemy.

At first, some officers tried to stop the torrent of fleeing, but soon they found that they were powerless, and even fled backwards with the rout soldiers.

Although the frontline troops fled back one by one, the entire battlefield collapsed, and soon even the emperor himself could not stop the defeat.

The emperor, his entourage, and staff officers witnessed all this in the middle of the farm. The younger officers shed tears in grief and anger, cursing these cowards who had fled and ruined everything.

The emperor himself just stood there, looking pale at the torrent of rout soldiers, without saying a word.

He did not blame the fleeing men.

The French nation has fought for him till now, and paid the blood of millions of people. Even when he was at his worst, they did not abandon him, but still followed him to rise up again and came here.

They had sacrificed enough, and no one could reproach the French for lack of loyalty and courage.

Emperor Napoleon slowly closed his eyes, tasting the pain that he could no longer shake off in this life.

He wasn't suffering for himself, he had already tasted the pain of being a prisoner a year ago, and it wouldn't be the end of the world to do it again, he could bear the pain.

He is suffering for his heir.

The child he had brought into the world to inherit his career, the child he had placed high hopes on, the child who had brought him countless joys...

I can't leave him with anything.

The emperor, who had shaken Europe for 20 years and dominated Europe for [-] years, let out a helpless lament.

"Aigron, I'm sorry, we have nothing!"

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In the evening of this day, the dark golden sunlight dyed the land of Europe bloody, even the Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna.

In one of the palace's suites, the maids came and went anxiously, tending to a child lying in a hospital bed.

He has blond hair, is delirious from a bad cold, and has large beads of sweat on his forehead.

He was what the Emperor called Aigron, the Dauphin of the French Empire and King of Rome, Napoleon II who was once destined to succeed Napoleon in his cause.

Now he is only 4 years old, and he can already understand a little bit the meaning of the words "empire" and "emperor", but of course he cannot know that just today, his father has lost the entire empire, and he has lost everything. As a result, he lost all the glory that surrounded him.

It was impossible for him to even see his father again.

Last year, when Emperor Napoleon abdicated for the first time in 1814, under the "invitation" of Austrian Emperor Franz, the French Empress, his daughter Louisa, came here with her son on May 5. The Austrian imperial palace has since become a hostage wearing a crown.

From then on, until Napoleon died of illness on the island in 1821, father and son, husband and wife never saw each other again.

"Eggron? Eggron?"

The mother sitting on the bed looked anxiously at her seriously ill son and called out from time to time.

Since two days ago, her son has been suffering from high fever, and the doctor said that his life was in danger.

Knowing nothing about medicine, she could do nothing but sit helplessly by the bed, lamenting the ruthless fate of her fate, and at the same time praying that everything would at least not get worse.

As if answering her prayer, the child slowly opened his eyes, and his blue eyes looked at his mother in confusion.

"Aigron, you're finally awake!"

Luisa, who still holds the theoretical title of queen, no longer cared about the dignity of the royal family, and gently embraced her son.

However, she would never imagine that the soul remaining in the child's body at this moment was replaced by another one during the high fever just now.

Perhaps the burning flames of the Waterloo battlefield made the soul of Napoleon's son unable to bear it.

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Didn't I just fall asleep in the library?Why did you suddenly change places as soon as you opened your eyes?

Confused Chu Ying was stunned to find that she seemed to have come to a completely strange world, which was obviously not China.

Am I dreaming?This is where?why am i here

Also, why can I understand their words?

All kinds of questions came one after another, and he could no longer think about it, because the lady in front of him was grabbing his shoulder and shaking it gently.

Wait...my body?

How did I become a child?

He was horrified to discover an even more terrifying fact.

The pain left by the body's fever and high fever told him that all this was not a dream.

"Aigron, are you okay?" The lady dressed as a western lady in front of her asked with remaining tears and a pleasant smile.

"I...I'm fine." With confusion and sleepiness, he blurted out his answer.

The woman's face became distorted from surprise, and she looked at the doctor next to her in horror.

"God, save him, he's talking nonsense already!"

The doctor hurried over and carefully examined the child's body.

"Don't panic, ma'am." After a moment he looked at Queen Louisa. "He has recovered, and he probably hasn't adjusted to it yet. He just needs to sleep again."

"Are you really okay?" Luisa was still in shock.

"It's okay. Look, his temperature is already dropping." The doctor smiled to comfort her, and pointed to his forehead.

Queen Louisa raised her right hand and stroked her son's forehead.

"Thank God..." She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's definitely better."

After finishing speaking, she hugged her son again, "Poor child..."

Chu Ying didn't say a word, just lay there blankly, feeling the embrace of the woman.

He has already realized that the current situation is absolutely abnormal - he should have traveled through time like the protagonist of the web novel.

So the question is, where did I cross over to?How is the world different here?

It is impossible for a four-year-old child to have any coherent memory and conscious judgment. All he can retrieve in his mind is a bunch of fragmented pictures.

But even with such a pile of fragmented memories, he was slowly able to piece together some details.

In the memory of children, there are the Tuileries Palace, Fontainebleau, the crown, and the extremely warm embrace...the embrace of the father.

Father... oh my god!It's that person!

In the arms of Her Majesty the Queen, Chu Ying opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the gilded decoration on the ceiling.

As an amateur European history buff, he certainly knows what all these details represent, and he also knows his current identity.

The more important question is that although I don't know the exact date of today, "I" is now 4 years old, which means that this is the catastrophic year 1815 for the Bonaparte family.

King of Rome, you and your father have just lost everything...

Thinking of this, Chu Ying closed her eyes and sighed silently, not knowing whether it was for the child or for herself.

[The name of the king of Rome is Napoleon-François-Joseph-Charles-Bonapart (napoleon-françois-joseph-charles-bonapart), and Emperor Napoleon gave him a nickname, Aiglon, Means "young eagle".

After arriving in Austria, on July 1818, 7, his maternal grandfather, Emperor Franz I of Austria, issued an edict canceling his Napoleon name and using the Germanized "Franz" as his new name; At the same time, he canceled his titles of King of Rome and all other titles, and named him Duke of Reichstedt.

Therefore, at different times and occasions in this work, the characters will have different names for the protagonist, please don’t be offended by the readers]　　

2. Teenager

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it came to June 11, 1826, exactly 6 years later.

During these 11 years, Europe has entered an era completely different from the previous turbulent 20 years, with very few major events happening.

On May 1821, 5, after six years of confinement, Napoleon died silently on the desolate island of St. Helena.

And on September 1824, 9, the old enemy of the emperor, King Louis XVIII who restored the Bourbon dynasty in France, also died contentedly in the Tuileries Palace, and his younger brother, Count Artois, succeeded him. throne, Charles X.

Old Europe is revived.

The Bourbon Restoration, along with the three monarchies of the Holy Alliance - Russia, Austria, and Prussia - stood firmly for the orthodox monarchy, trying to make everything look exactly as it was.

The history of more than 1789 years from 1815 to 20 seems to have been written off, as if nothing happened, and nothing is no longer related to such annoying names as Robespierre and Napoleon.

It seems that nothing can affect the luxurious, peaceful and comfortable court life of Schönbrunn Palace anymore.

On this day, the warm wind of early summer gently reverberated in the garden of Schönbrunn Palace. In the wide garden, the geometric flower beds and lawns were as beautiful as usual.

On this intoxicatingly gentle and comfortable morning, a blond boy strolled among them.

He wore a plaid wool coat with a lapel collar, a turtleneck shirt, velvet breeches, and moccasins with silver buckles.

These exquisite clothes, coupled with his handsome face, are worthy of being a handsome and beautiful boy.

He walked slowly all the way, and finally came to the top of the high ground in the large garden, where there is a large building, which is the commanding height of Schönbrunn Palace - the Arc de Triomphe.

Standing under the tall colonnade, overlooking the entire palace and gardens, the young man didn't say a word, as if he was meditating quietly.

Logically speaking, this is the most vigorous season of the year, and his age is also the most vigorous and radiant time in a person's life, but the expression on his face at this moment is too calm, making it difficult to see the young man. He should be high-spirited, but has a melancholy temperament that is not commensurate with his age.

However, if you are familiar with his identity, this will not be surprising.

He was the unfortunate man ousted from the French throne, the heir of the man who could not even be named, now trapped in the country where his mother had grown up, and he was rightly depressed.

However, no one could have imagined that the soul inside this thin and light body with excellent bloodlines had already been replaced once on that catastrophic day.