[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

The vicious-looking Captain Luca strode over, and his big palm-like hands managed to snatch the luggage from Eric's hand.

With the sound of "scratch, swab--", both Eric's change of clothes and the food that Naning stuffed in were dumped on the ground, including the thimble, which was always wrapped in a handkerchief by Eric, At this moment, it was falling out of the handkerchief and rolled to the captain's feet.

Eric's eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but the high-top military shoes had already stepped on them one step ahead of him.

Then the thimble is too old to withstand the force and crushing.

Eric glared at each other, and the man looked down at him, his voice was as cold and stubborn as his own.

"You're here for training! Not for vacation! Boy!"

Really, really like that person, Eric's heart was churning with anger, he wanted to fight the person opposite him like he was still in the poor street, his hand had already subconsciously raised, but just before he continued to move At that moment, he abruptly stopped again.

His neck was straight, and because of some exertion, the blue veins were so obvious.

As if a tooth had been broken, and blood mixed with saliva flowed into his mouth, the boy shouted loudly: "Understood, Captain!"

The man glanced at him again, and said roughly, "Clean up this pile of trash in 20 seconds." After he finished speaking, he raised his feet, exposing the broken thimble to the sunlight.

The copper thimble was a little dazzling under the reflection of the sun, Eric endured it, and he quickly squatted down and put all the things in the suitcase, including the broken food.

"Sorry, Nanin," thought the boy, and he stood up with the suitcase at his feet.

He has not yet received training, and his military posture is not standard, but he does not have the problem of hunchback, and his posture looks pretty good, not to mention his tenacity.

The officer shouted the password again, and trained Eric without giving him an adaptation period.It seems to be telling the boy with actions that from today on, you have no name, only a code name, and from today on, you have to walk in a trained way.

Here, you are not yet a soldier, but you have to obey the officer's things, yes, things, not even people.

Eric kicked forward, his mind was empty, after all, he was still a teenager, but his eyes were always looking straight ahead, because he knew, this is what he could be strong place.

At this moment, in a luxurious mansion, an elderly man is sitting on a soft chair.

His fingers caressed the small and delicate female ring on his little finger, and then he turned his eyes to the girl lying on his lap.

"You did well." He leaned down slightly, kissed the girl's beautiful long hair, and the latter slowly raised her head, with his permission, smiled sweetly, and kissed the corner of the man's mouth.

"For you, I am willing to give everything."

According to the normal progress, the emperor and Queen Isabel will get married in late August, but unfortunately, a riot put everything on hold, and the riot initiated by some noble young students used the name Margot Ritter Gautier.

"A country that has prostitutes making gowns for the royal family has no future!"

When Margaret heard the news, she got up from the chair and stood up straight, so that her muscles were a little stiff.

"The wedding will be postponed. I'm afraid there won't be a suitable day this year." Albert still had that expressionless face. She came to inform Margaret of this matter, and there was another one, although The wedding cannot be held for the time being, but Margaret still has to stay in the palace.

The emperor did not immediately put Marguerite Gautier in prison, because everyone with a discerning eye knew that the excuses used by those noble youths with embroidered pillows were so clumsy in this riot, but no measures were taken against Marguerite. , It seems that it can't appease the people's hearts.

House arrest.Margaret thought of the word.

From that day on, her whole being was restricted again, and this time it was required by the public.

Some of the surrounding bedrooms were completely empty, and the maids who had been hiding all came out now, standing in their positions every day.

Margaret watched the people through the window, took a deep breath, and closed the window.

She put her hands on the table and suddenly sneered.

God is constantly playing with her, but she will never give in, she will not.

For three full months, from August to November, Margaret was allowed to walk only a small garden in front of her bedroom, and she went from being patient at first to restless later.

No one talked to her, no one answered whatever she said.She originally wanted to use her accessories to buy some maids, but this plan fell through.

Her heart was so restless that her lung disease showed signs of relapse. When Marguerite coughed badly, the maids finally reported to Albert.

Albert, as the highest female official in the court, when she learned the news from her maid, she decided to report it to Queen Isabel.

The young empress was leafing through a law code, and the emperor was very grateful to this pretty and well-behaved empress, who had not complained at all, even though her coronation wedding had been delayed.

When Albert told the Queen about this, the latter frowned.

Queen Isabel has never been stupid. She was selected as the prospective queen definitely not only because of her beauty. Although she was only a woman, she understood the riot and the emperor's will very well, so even she did not dare to pretend give an order.

"I will ask His Majesty," she reserved.

Albert saluted and took his leave.As a female official who has been in the palace for so long, she also knows some things. Sometimes, it is better to let her die quietly in a corner than to spend her mind and mind thinking about the life of a lowly person. Method.

The older female official stepped out of the queen's current bedroom, she looked at the moonlight in the distance, and finally left slowly with a blank expression on her face.

Margaret felt that she had a severe fever. She had been coughing for several days, and she started to have a fever this morning. She had been waiting since noon, but still no one came, so she understood from the bottom of her heart.

"But I'm not reconciled!" She struggled, clutching the bed sheet tightly with both hands, but she had no strength, and her fingers were a little swollen.

She seems to be living in sweat at this moment, her whole body is sticky and weak, and she coughs badly, as if she has returned to winter.

"Come here, come here..." she called weakly, and after a while, a maid came in.

Margaret couldn't see clearly in front of her eyes, and she blinked hard, which made it better.

"Water..." She struggled to say the word, and the young maid poured her a glass of water and fed her again.

Margaret drank the water, and when the maid wanted to leave, she grabbed her with all her strength.

She thought, her current appearance must be ugly and scary, otherwise how could that young girl look at her like this?But she can't care less now.

"Gaston Garrel, you know..." She said the name out of breath, and the maid looked at Margaret in embarrassment.

"Please, I don't want to die..." Margaret stared hard, she almost gritted her teeth, and then, she groped with her free hand, but knocked on it with some force because she had no strength. on the edge of the bed.

She snorted, the physiological saline gathered in her eye sockets, and when she blinked, the tears rolled out.

Margaret gritted her teeth, groped again, and then grabbed out those valuable jewelry.

"Here... I'll give you all..." She put all the things in the hands of the maid, who seemed to be very sympathetic to her, but just as she was about to take them, the maid seemed to be awake again, and put As soon as the things were put on the edge of the bed, the whole person ran out quickly, leaving Margaret half leaning on the edge of the bed, with his right hand drooping weakly.

Margaret slowly raised her hand, covering her eyes, coughing and crying uncontrollably.

"It hurts too much..." she said, the pain in her jaw was still faint.

She just leaned against the edge of the bed, coughing and repeating, and fell asleep at some point.

Margaret hadn't dreamed anything, she had been pushed awake, with a cautious but irresistible rudeness.

The cries hovered above Margaret's head, and she coughed again as soon as she regained consciousness.

"Don't die..." The voice was thin and soft, with a crying tone, but it was familiar.

Margaret struggled to open her eyes, and then saw little prince Cade, with a cute little face crying like a little potato.

"Not dead..." Margaret gasped, and she coughed again.

"How can I help you... Huh... Don't die..." Little Prince Cade asked with a sob.

Margaret told the other party to find Gaston if she could, but she was so exhausted that she passed out before she could finish speaking.

"Find someone……"

Cade saw the woman in front of him faint. He was so flustered that he was just a child no matter what. He stood helplessly and shook Margaret as before, but it was useless.

The little guy was about to cry as soon as his mouth was deflated, but he couldn't cry when he saw Margaret's appearance. He wiped his eyes suddenly, then ran in small steps, and slipped back from the path just like when he came here. He wanted to find a Man, that man should be able to save her.

The bustling and secluded area in the center of Paris is very expensive, and it is almost a gathering place for nobles, but the nobles are usually reserved and proud, and never live together like the poor, so the distance between the two families can usually be narrowed. a street.

One of the richest men in Paris, Baron Vanville was about to go to bed, but he received an urgent letter from his nephew in name, His Royal Highness Cade, the only son of the current emperor.

The woman who gave birth to His Majesty's son was Baron Vanville's unrelated sister. Old Vanville took care of a mistress when he was young, and that mistress had an only daughter. Treat it as her own, after the death of her mistress, the daughter also stayed in the family for several years, until the old Baron Fanville passed away, and the other party also left.

Lord Vanville had given her a sum of money.

Women have no right to inherit property, not to mention that the nominal sister has nothing to do with him, but Fanville, who was only 19 years old at the time, still gave the other party a sum of money.

There is no conflict between them. Although there is not much emotion, Fanville calls this move a peace agreement in his heart. This is because the other party has not lost the dignity of the Fanville family and avoided that ridiculous inheritance dispute. Shame on the Vanville family.

After knowing that Cade was that person's child, Fanville stayed in the room for two hours, and later, occasionally, he would visit that nephew.

He did say that he could find him if needed, but maybe that kid had the upward blood of their family in his bones, and he had never used it in the past few years.So, after receiving the letter again, Van Veer put aside other things, and after he opened it to read it, his eyebrows frowned.

At midnight, the sound of carriages passing through the streets of Paris.

Baron Vanville sent someone to send an urgent letter to the palace, asking Cade to do as he said, and then he drove the carriage to Mr. Pompadour's hospital, and he picked up the doctor , and rushed to the palace without stopping.

As he said in the letter, Prince Cade was not feeling well, and as his uncle, Baron Vanville came to visit and express his concern.

They came to Margaret's bedroom from the path Cade had discovered, and after seeing the woman, the man's heart sank.

Baron Vanville walked quickly to the side of the bed. He half-embraced Margaret and placed him in the center of the soft bed. When his skin touched, he could clearly feel the sticky feeling of her being wet with sweat.

Baron Vanville had never met such a bad woman in his life.

The women around him are always clean and tidy, not to mention the style, the minimum health and smile are necessary, but now, this woman named Marguerite Gautier is in this most embarrassing and weak appearance lying in front of him.

The man's heart was pinched severely.

"Look at her, Doctor Pompadour." Baron Vanville said quickly, and the little prince Cade wanted to go forward, but he stopped him.

"Stay here." He said in a deep voice to his nephew, who was taken aback, but still nodded obediently.

Dr. Pompadour has never forgotten the woman in front of him, she is really a terrible woman, the old doctor blinked hard, and then treated her.

Five minutes later, Dr. Pompadour said: "Baron, change her clothes first."