Sur ma peau

10.

It's just that no matter how strict precautions are, they are no match for accidents.

On the 6th of June, just after noon, a carriage wrapped in black gauze drove into the Bastille, bringing news of the royal funeral.His Majesty's eldest son, Crown Prince of France, died early in the morning.

For the royal family who is still underage, only family members will participate in the funeral. The Earl of Ploin in the Bastille was given the freedom to return to Versailles for a short time.

The funeral was scheduled for the next morning, and the whole night the palace was in a hurry as if it was preparing for war. The servants and guards brought from Provence were all replaced, and strange faces came and went in a hurry around Jabofika, with curious expressions. Look at, alienate from fear, dare not talk.The tailor is the first to arrive, and the latest size data is needed to make the dress for the next day. The servants are in charge of bathing and changing clothes, and the female servants are responsible for maintaining the skin and hair with different essential oils. Because of the status of house arrest, the dinner is quiet and no one disturbs , as if to prevent him from escaping, the saber and musket in the room were taken away.Nothing else has changed. The servants in charge of furniture management will take care of it every day. After leaving for a few months, the resplendent and resplendent room seems like a world away. The candlesticks are dazzlingly bright, and the sound of the fountain outside the window is also very noisy.

Abfika blew out the candlesticks, drew the curtains, and sat in the dark.A few minutes later, a dark shadow opened the door and flashed in.

"Hey, Yabo."

"Shion." Yabo Fika handed out the badge in her hand.

"I have a mission for you, Captain."

On the morning of the 5th, the Royal Basilica of Saint-Denis.

There were only a few people in the hall, apart from the royal family, only the bishop and two assisting priests were present.Their generation is not very prosperous. Abafika is still single. Charlie has two sons, who are less than five years old. They follow their mother on one side and the other on the right. The eldest daughter is almost an adult, while the youngest son is only four years old. The next crown prince of France, a neglected child, saw Yabofika looking at him, so he ran over and stretched out his hand for a hug.

According to the etiquette process, the bishop's prayer lasted 75 to 90 minutes, which was indeed a torment for the little prince's age.Yabofika bent down to pick him up. The boy, who was not as tall as the rifle, was not much heavier than the rifle.The eldest princess who was in charge of taking care of her younger brother turned around and smiled apologetically at him, and Yabofika shook her head slightly to indicate that he didn't mind.

When the small white coffin was put under the stone tablet of the church, Her Majesty the Queen screamed almost heart-piercingly, throwing away etiquette and demeanor, just like an ordinary mother.

Yabofika didn't have a deep impression of the dead crown prince, and couldn't remember the boy who was on the sick bed all year round. She only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have light blond hair like Louis.Royal boys will leave their mothers at the age of five, face all kinds of etiquette and schoolwork alone, and learn how to rule, how to fight, and how to maintain honor.He couldn't quite understand the grief of death, he just felt depressed, but he couldn't tell if the depression came from himself or from pity for his nephew.He suddenly realized what he was missing in these societies.He should take this opportunity to persuade Louis, but he didn't speak in the end.

Count Ploin, who returned to the Bastille, did not change his funeral dress, which was heavy black, and in the shadow of the fire, his face was as pale as a ghost.The previous information blockade was in vain, and Minos was not sure whether he would disclose some information to the royal family.

"Revise that draft." He looked extremely tired, but his tone was strong. "Stop working with the church."

"Is this an order?" Minos asked.

"It's a request." Abafika said.Putting pressure on Louis at this time will only be counterproductive. Grief and anger can make people lose their minds.

"It's too late, it's already started."

On June 6th, the third-level parliament demanded political equality and was renamed the National Assembly; two days later, the clergy level joined the third-level camp; on the 17rd, the king denied the legal status of the National Assembly, and changed his mind a few days later, persuading the noble Joined the Parliament; on July 23th, the National Assembly was replaced by the National Constituent Assembly. Only then did Versailles see that the situation was out of control. On the 7th, the king dismissed Necker, who was on the side of the third estate, and mobilized the army Stop at Versailles and the outskirts of Paris.

At noon on July 7, the news reached Paris, and demonstrations and conflicts began to break out piecemeal. At the same time, Minos received two diametrically opposed orders one after the other.

One came from the king, ordering the Bastille to release Count Ploin and escort him to Versailles; the other was a secret order from the Count of Artois, demanding the immediate execution of the noble prisoner.

Minos rummaged through it and threw the king's decree into the fireplace.

"Master Minos!" The adjutant called out impolitely.

"You haven't seen this document. You will be on vacation from tomorrow, and I will pick some people to stay." Minos said to his adjutant, picking up the fire stick to stir up the corner of the pardon to make it burn more fully , let the rest be crushed into slag, and stirred in the ashes.

Adjutant Luni was not born in a noble family, but the son of a carpenter in the suburbs of Paris. The carpenter was quick-witted and earned some money, and donated a baronship to himself, so that a few literate children could find a decent livelihood in Paris.Most of the guards of the Bastille are like this. The children of real nobles disdain this job with meager salary and no prospect of promotion. Only civilians wear this black uniform like a treasure.

The king needed the count at this time, and when he got in touch with the iris pattern on the other party's dress, the true identity of the count was ready to be revealed.

People are mortal, there is no need to drag these young people to die together.

The evening of July 7.

From the window of the tower, one could see the commotion below. The fire and black smoke in the cobweb-like streets enveloped half of Paris. Even hundreds of feet away, there were sporadic screams and roars coming through the night. .

The door of the cell opened, and the sound of footsteps behind her was so familiar that Yabofika knew who it was without turning her head.

"Are those burning places also your enemies?" Yabofika asked.

Most of the people living in Paris are ordinary people without titles.

Minos did not answer.

The French rose loved by the people, the poisonous rose that confuses people.Once you leave this prison, you will become the worst enemy of democracy, no doubt.

The flow of people on the street below gradually moved towards the Bastille Square. The black trickle merged into a piece, separated by the deep ravine outside the city wall, the noisy voices calmed down, and condensed into a deafening slogan.

"Take the Bastille! For freedom!" Minos knew what they wanted, and Necker revealed the secret arrest of Count Plowin to the uninformed citizens, making them believe that he also suffered unfairly persecution.

A decision must be made now.

"The king's letter." Minos heard his own voice, so clear even in the noisy night, "you will stay in the Bastille forever."

He thought that Yabofika would resist, or a part of his heart hoped that he would resist, although he had never seen it before, and heard that he was good at it.

The other party just picked up the pocket watch on the table, checked the time, and put it in his jacket pocket.

"Please lead the way."

It's as calm as going to an ordinary dinner party.

The execution ground was chosen in the inner courtyard downstairs, and a team of guards with guns was already waiting there, acting as the firing squad.Some guards came up and tied Jabofika's wrists, but when they took out the blindfold, the count refused.

"Need not."

"Load." Minos raised his hand.

Put to death the rose of France, and he could not escape death.Either die in the riots, or be liquidated by the relieved royal family.

The privileged are used to being the scapegoat for their mistakes.

Being able to die with this poisonous rose does not seem to be an unacceptable ending.

He followed the earl's gaze. Above the Bastille, there was only a small piece of sky surrounded by thick clouds, covering the stars and the moon.

"Fire."

No shots were fired.

"Love is higher than hatred and class!" Someone in the firing squad yelled, attracting echoes, guns were lowered one after another, and a young man stepped forward and untied the rope around the earl's wrist.

Someone handed Jabofika a freshly cut rose, which was planted by someone in the Bastille where there was not enough sunlight and soil.

Acting on every occasion will always give others the illusion that what is planted will bear fruit.The guards' eyes became curious and ambiguous when Minos violated the rules again and again. The French people praised love, and a little exaggeration could arouse enthusiasm.

The small and ugly flower stretched out in front of Minos' eyes, and there was a narrow smile in the earl's blue eyes.

"Reconcile, my Juliet."