Eagle's Glory

"That's right, that's what everyone said." Boris couldn't understand why he asked, but he nodded anyway, "It is said that Princess Teresa of Austria has rushed to Greece and is planning to marry him."

Speaking of this, he said sourly with a little jealousy, "Some people are really lucky, no matter how mischievous they are, they can always be forgiven and tolerated by others... The princess has suffered enough of him, right? Unexpectedly, I still did not change my infatuation, and I just wanted to go to Greece to marry him."

"I don't think it's a surprise, the Duke of Reichstedt is entitled to the love of others." Pushkin replied, "Noble ladies have been well-clothed and well-fed since they were young, and they are used to being flattered, and they take it for granted in their hearts. , is not worth cherishing so much, so I will like those who are different... In comparison, the Duke is so dazzling, and it is normal for Princess Teresa to be fascinated."

"I almost forgot, you are also very good at dealing with those ladies in Petersburg." Boris couldn't help laughing. "I heard that the Duke is also a poet. You should have a common language with him."

"I don't know..." Pushkin shook his head, "but I want to try."

Boris didn't understand at first, but after a moment he realized it, and then looked at Pushkin in surprise.

"Why? Do you really want to run up to him and have a look?"

"Yes, Boris Petronovich... I just asked myself, and then I came up with this idea." Pushkin nodded honestly and admitted, "I want to see his wedding."

"You're not his planned guest," Boris retorted.

"Yes, but so what?" Pushkin asked back. "Even if I am only in the crowd, it is enough to confirm what our era looks like—"

"You really found a strange reason..." Boris didn't quite understand, "My friend, why are you so interested in Duke Reichstedt?"

"Of course I'm interested in a person who can create such a career at a young age, because I appreciate heroes." Pushkin replied without thinking, "Among the princes and grandchildren of this generation, he is the only one who looks good. If he If he is as dazzling as I expected, then our age may be interesting; if he is disappointingly mediocre, then I think our generation will be ridiculed by posterity as mediocre and dull, because even the best of them are no more than mediocrity. in this way!"

Then, he changed the topic, "However, my main purpose is not for him, but for Greece...Listen, my friend, at the moment when such a glorious ancient civilization is reborn, if I am so close But I wasn’t there, I can’t even forgive myself for my crime against history! It’s fine if I didn’t personally participate, if I’m not even a bystander, it’s too ridiculous.”

Boris was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha... 'Crime against history!', Alexander Sergeevich, what a poet you are."

After laughing for a while, he became serious again, "However, since you said so, as a friend, I can't bear to see you depressed."

"Why, are you willing to help me?" Pushkin suddenly became energetic.

"It's not easy, but if it works well, it's not that difficult." Boris pondered for a moment, and then replied in a low voice, "You can pretend to have a bad cold and pneumonia, apply for recuperation, and I'll go and work with the leader , let someone take you to a nearby village to recuperate, and then you can move freely... During this period of time, as long as you keep quiet, no one will know where you have been."

Pushkin's eyes lit up.

If it is an ordinary person, there will definitely be problems with this operation, but Boris was born in a noble family in Petersburg, and the family is quite powerful in the army. If he helps him operate, there is really no problem—after all, no one Dare to let a pneumonia patient stay in the army.

"Then let's do this!" He nodded immediately, agreeing with his friend.

Then, he firmly held Boris' hand, "My friend...my loyal friend, thank you for helping me."

"What's the matter?" Boris whistled, "A real Russian will do anything for his friends."

Then, the two began to discuss the next details. For Pushkin, he has always been an enthusiastic person. Now that he has made up his mind, he does not want to wait any longer. He only hopes that the sooner the better, and Boris also agreed. I can only plan for him according to my friend's wishes.

In the end, the two discussed it properly, and Boris agreed to communicate with the head of the regiment as soon as possible, and Pushkin also began to prepare to pack up and salute.

But Boris gave him a last word.

"My friend, I just said that we will retreat at the beginning of spring, so you must compress your journey within one and a half months, and the shorter the better, don't lose yourself in the natural scenery of Greece. Otherwise Once the matter is exposed, I will not be able to explain it to my superiors."

"Of course." Pushkin repeatedly agreed, and of course he didn't want to embarrass his friend.

"Also, you can't act alone. Although Greece is generally at peace, there is a lot of chaos there after all. You must pay attention to your own safety." Boris made another suggestion, "Well, I will find two reliable soldiers in my company. Brothers, entrust them to protect you when you go south, anyway, they are too busy to fight now... However, their salaries must be paid by you, and I have no spare money on hand now."

"Of course!" Pushkin agreed again.

Now that the two of them talked about this, Pushkin decided that it was time to end. He was going to see his friend off, and then immediately started packing.

However, his friend did not want to give him this pleasure.

"Okay, let's go!" Boris patted him on the shoulder, "Since you have decided to leave temporarily, let's have a drink first, and then play a few rounds of cards to see you off... Let's have a good time Drink enough!"

Pushkin secretly had a headache, because he knew that in this situation, Boris would definitely let go of drinking him. After all, this was also a way of expressing his enthusiasm.

He was already a little dizzy because of the hangover. If he drank so much again, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed for the next day...

But since my friends have done this, it's justified that I don't want to sacrifice.

Anyway, he is the one who is working next, and he doesn't need to do anything more.

And... he himself wanted to have a big drink and say goodbye to his friends.

So why hesitate?

"Okay, my friend, let's have a drink!"

"Cheers to Princess Teresa!" Boris shouted jokingly.

"A toast to Duke Reichstedt," Pushkin retorted.　　

249, hit it off

With the arrival of the elders on both sides, Aigron's wedding preparations have reached the final stage.

Unsurprisingly, his mother-in-law took over all matters, while Aigron's uncle, Cardinal Fish, did not comment, and everything was subject to his wife's wishes.

Mrs. Henrietta is a funny and easy-going person, and Cardinal Fish also has a good temper, and because Mrs. Henrietta is a generation behind him in age and seniority, he deliberately tolerates it.

For this old man, what matters is substance rather than form—as long as the marriage is established, his nephew will have a "talisman". Although it is impossible for the Austrians to help him ascend the throne, if one day he At least he has a place to go, where he can spend the rest of his life safely under the shadow of his father-in-law.

For this vicissitudes of life old man, it is best for a young man to succeed, but what is more important is his own life. Compared with the throne, the old man hopes that this child can live in peace and let the family continue.

As for how the wedding was held, that didn't matter at all.

Because there are two elders taking over the management, Aigron and Teresa have time to do other things. Sometimes they travel together and enjoy the ancient monuments around Athens; Value seekers continue to expand their prestige.

His prestige in Greece was already extremely high right now, and there was an endless stream of people who wanted to see him. Of course, Aigron couldn't meet everyone, so he left it to his newly recruited secretary to screen.

This secretary is Leon Esposito, the illegitimate son of Cardinal Vittorio Esposito. He has received a very strict education in Rome since he was a child. He has a quick mind and a cautious personality, and he is also meticulous in his work.

Although it's only been a few days since he took over the job, he actually did it in an orderly manner. He sorted out all the affairs around Aigron in a short period of time, and then screened out valuable interviewers and briefly reported their information to Master, Aegron's time has become much more efficient.

His work ability and work attitude won him the trust of Aigron very quickly. Even Teresa was full of praise for the secretary's work and praised him in person many times.

——For Teresa, she has long wanted to win over people outside the French circle. If Teresa hadn't known his unusual status, she would have wanted to introduce her maid to him.

In short, after only a very short run-in, the enthusiastic Leon Esposito has integrated into the team around Aigron. It seems that only a short period of testing is needed before he can be entrusted with the real secret. Mission gone.

On this day, Aigron and Teresa were chatting in the small garden next to their residence. Leon Esposito suddenly walked to his side, and then looked at Aigron with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Is it clear what happened, Leon?" Aigron stopped talking and laughing with Teresa, and then looked at each other strangely - it was the first time he saw the embarrassed expression on the serious secretary's face .

"Your Majesty, there is a Russian who wants to see you." Leon Esposito replied in a low voice.

"Russians?!" Aigron couldn't help being surprised.

His first reaction was that the Tsar was not happy with him and sent an assassin to take his head?

However, he himself quickly denied this kind of funny idea. First, the Tsar would not do such self-deprecating things;

"Who is he?" Aigron quickly recovered his composure and asked again.

"He...he said he was a poet." Leon Esposito replied with a little embarrassment, "Your Majesty, it stands to reason that I don't need to inform you about such a boring person, but the style of this poet is quite impressive. Quite big, his French is very good, it can be seen that he has received aristocratic education, and he told me in front of me that he is very familiar with the tsar and knows everything about the Petersburg palace. Bragging, but I think he should be a character."

For Leon, if a visitor talks about poetry with him, he is not interested at all, and he will block it for Aigron directly, so as not to waste time; Big, probably a great person, so he didn't dare to make a judgment for a while, so he ran over to inform Aigron and let the master decide for himself.

"Oh?" Aigron gradually had an absurd guess in his heart. "Is this man . . . called Pushkin?"

"How do you know? He told me he has this last name!" Leon Esposito was shocked.

Then he was a little relieved, "Since you know him, then he should indeed be a character."

Aigron was slightly in a daze, because he hadn't recovered from the shocking news.

Pushkin!He heard the name like thunder, but today this person actually came to visit him in person because he admired him?

I am changing history, and I am truly becoming a historical figure—this young man suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart.

"In terms of politics or diplomacy, he's not much of a figure...but he's far more valuable than all these figures in Russia," he whispered back to Leon.

"Pushkin? Who is he?" Teresa next to her frowned slightly, looking at her fiance suspiciously. "Is he that powerful?"

It’s no wonder Teresa is so puzzled. Now Pushkin is still young and has not yet reached the peak of his creation. His reputation is not prominent outside the aristocratic circle of Petersburg. It is normal for Teresa to have never heard of him.

"He is just that powerful. He is now the best poet in the Russian Empire, but he is not known to the outside world because he is young. When I was in Schönbrunn Palace, I was lucky enough to hear about him from the Russian embassy. I think his talent is no less than that of Lord Byron." Eggron casually explained to Teresa.

"Really?" Teresa couldn't believe it.

For her, Russia was a cultural wilderness, which made her believe that a poet on par with Lord Byron could be born in this land.

"Whether it's true or not, don't we understand it when we see it with our own eyes?" Aegron asked with a smile.

Then he asked Leon Esposito, "Did he say how he got to Greece?"

"He said." Leon replied quickly, "He was interested in liberating Greece before, so after the tsar decided to go to war against Turkey, he applied to serve with the army, and then came all the way to Bulgaria. However, the tsar ordered to stop the march there Waiting for the negotiation, he didn't want to go back to the country, so he managed to break away from the army and brought people here for more than ten days."

Aigron finally understood the whole story.

On the original historical line, Pushkin did not volunteer to participate in this war-it can be seen that this is a new change after he caused the historical line to diverge.

In other words—in a sense, it was he who guided Pushkin to this place.

Fate is so mysterious.

No matter what, he should meet the guests from afar.

He is not worried that this "Pushkin" is a counterfeit, because the poet cannot be counterfeited, and the authenticity can be identified only by exchanging a few words.

Then he looked at his secretary.

"Leon, bring this Mr. Pushkin here right away, Teresa and I are very happy to see him."

Leon quickly led away, and then, not long after, he came back with a young man.

Eggron and Teresa watched the visitor at the same time, and the visitor watched them as he walked by.

Just seeing the other person at the first glance, Aigron knew that this person was the real thing——the other person was just like Pushkin in the portrait, with black curly hair, thick eyebrows, a broad forehead, and a beard. A sullen look on his face.

"Mr. Pushkin!" Eggron blurted out.

Then he walked up to the other side, "I'm glad to meet you!"

Pushkin was obviously flattered. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately reached out and took Aigron's hand, and then replied in French with a little excitement, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Duke Reichstedt... I didn't expect you You know I exist."

"Although I have never set foot on the land of Russia, I have read your poems—" Aigron replied with a smile, "Our bodies will be blocked by national borders, but true talent is not restricted by national borders."

Eggron's implied compliment made Pushkin feel elated.

Everyone has vanity, let alone being remembered by this young man!It was simply his life's work.

"You're right!" replied Pushkin, somewhat proudly.

Pushkin was indeed not disappointed. After the two met, he had been observing Aigron. In his opinion, the young man in front of him was indeed refined-not only was he handsome and gentle, but he was also full of courage in his gestures and his eyes were piercing. God, it seems, is always waiting for a challenge.

When Caesar wrote "I come, I see, I conquer", he probably did the same thing, right?

It's a pity that he didn't meet Napoleon with his own eyes, but from his son, he saw the high-spirited self-confidence, the aura of conquering the world, and the seemingly surging power of action—it is conceivable that the great man back then There will only be more than that.

Enough is enough.

Although the two men only knew each other for 1 minute, for Pushkin, his trip was worthwhile.

A moment of passion is enough to bring satisfaction to a poet of great emotion.

He let go of the young man's hand, and then saluted the other party, "I have admired your talent for a long time, so I have always wanted to meet, who is the most capable and ambitious young man of our time?" The appearance... I finally saw it today, Your Highness, I hope you can continue to shine in this era in the future."

"Pfft..." Teresa couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering as she watched the two of them brag about business as soon as they met.

She was just aroused by Eggron's curiosity, so she wanted to see how sacred this poet is. She hasn't seen the poetic talent yet, but she has already seen the eloquence.

Just because he heard Teresa's laughter, Pushkin also turned his attention to her.

After seeing Teresa's face clearly, he nodded slightly.

The two teenage girls were indeed a good match—and then he came to the same conclusion as the others.

He quickly returned to normal, because after all, he had been in the upper class of Petersburg for a long time, so he had "seen" a lot of beautiful girls and graceful ladies, and the beauty of the princess was not enough for him. He lost his composure.

"Your Highness, I am very glad to be received by the two of you." He said half flatteringly and half sincerely, "I have heard about your deeds, so I admire your loyalty and persistence in love, your courage and your courage. Your appearance is worthy of the admiration of the world, and I believe that you and the Duke can make a good story."

"Thank you, Mr. Pushkin!" Teresa naturally liked to hear such compliments, so she thanked the other party very happily. "By the way, I just heard from my fiancé that you are very popular in the tsar's court, and you are a poet no less than Lord Byron..."

"It's too much!" Pushkin was slightly embarrassed, and quickly shook his head in denial, "I can't compare with Lord Byron yet, but I will work hard for this goal in the future."

"Even so, I have already aroused great curiosity..." Theresa replied with a smile, "Can I read your poems?"

"It would be my pleasure if you would appreciate it," replied Pushkin calmly. "During this time, because staying in the army was boring, I wrote some poems. If you are interested, I can present them to you."

When he left the army station, Pushkin had already thought about how to prove his identity, so he brought the poems he created during this period with him. After all, no poems can prove his identity as a poet .

If it was someone else, I'm afraid it was just a polite gesture, but Teresa was really interested, so she immediately agreed.

So, with a little apprehension, Pushkin took out the poem from his bag, and handed it to Teresa for her to read in person.

As a poet, he hates being asked to show off to his face because it makes him feel like a juggler. Means are not performed to please someone.