Metternich There is no doubt that Napoleon was the brightest star of the era that began in 1789. He shook up Europe and people named the era after him.

However, he alone could not write the whole age, and there were a group of slightly dimmer but still bright enough stars beside him to decorate the European sky and write the legends that made people excited or sorry.

Prince Metternich is one of the stars.

He was neither a fierce warrior nor a master of government, but he had a diplomatic mind and skill, and a utilitarianism and ruthlessness beneath his grace, worthy of stirring up the European chess-game with other players.

Continuous in Austria defeated by emperor napoleon's crisis, he was Mr Huang is enabled to foreign secretary, used his flexible flit in the limited space, first of napoleon, cap and then when napoleon defeat Russia declared war on France, more use of home advantage of excellent Vienna meeting, alternately to Russia's goodwill and to Britain and France, It was like threading a needle through a butterfly that shaped the current pattern of European power.

In recognition of his service, he held the office of Chancellor of the Austrian Empire from 1821, and his Majesty the Emperor trusted him enough that every word he uttered represented the ancient Habsburg dynasty.

Aigron, along with his guardian, Count von Dietrichstein, was preparing to meet the Hand in a suite at Schonbrunn Palace.

As before, Agron's face was expressionless, his pace unhurried, and he did not face the fear of such a great man.

Although at first I felt a little strange excitement when I saw famous historical figures, I no longer felt the same feeling after seeing them several times.

Even Metternich was only human -- albeit an outstanding human.

What's more, he's not exactly a friendly presence for Agron.

Soon, the door opened.

The room was empty except for a thin man who stood with his hands folded and looked out the window.

Agron and the Count went into the room, bowed down to the Hand, and the chamberlain withdrew with the Count.

Aigron stood in the middle of the room, waiting for his Royal highness to question him.

He did not wait long. Prince Metternich turned and looked at him.

And Agron looked up at the Prince.

He was dressed today in a courtly embroidered frock-coat, with ribbons on his breast and the Medal of Honor around his neck, bejewelled enough to make one forget his age of fifty.

As usual, his pale, wrinkled face wore a ritualistic smile, as if he were wearing an elaborate mask.

"Franz, I haven't seen you for so many days, and you've grown so much again -- it's such a relief." With a soft greeting, he motioned aigron to sit down.

He was very gracious, and his Highness had to be gracious even though everyone knew he wasn't, and Agron had to accept that gracious and show enough respect.

In schonbrunn Palace, no matter how many knives and swords there are, must be a veil of affection.

"And you look as good as ever." Agron smiled and replied with the same courtesy.

"Fifty-three and fifteen -- there's no comparison." "The moment you entered, though my back was to you, I felt the energy, the envy of youth..."

"At least you have lived up to your youth, and I have lived up to nothing." "Replied Agron.

Of course he knew. Prince Metternich came to him,Of course, it wasn't just for the sake of such idle compliments, but if the other person was going around in circles, he had to keep going around.

"And what do you hope to accomplish?" "Asked the Prince suddenly.

Then he smiled again. "Dominate Europe?"

It sounded like a joke, but Agron suddenly became nervous.

He was in a situation where he couldn't talk, especially on such a dangerous subject.

"I don't have any grandiose fantasies, but I do hope to be a traveler and explorer in the future and have the opportunity to see any interesting places in the world and leave manuscripts for the world to refer to." "For me, that's a dream that's far enough out of reach."

"You needn't be so discouraged. It's not a dream without a chance." Prince metternich stand stand hand, seems to be in the comfort of the young men, and "although your identity special, can bring some concern to all of us, but I believe, with the passage of time, after all, one day, the sensitive of the past will become history, and all the people do not like in the past those things, and that one day you will be able to use the identity of the members of the family of habsburg, To every corner of the world with all eyes on him."

The words were sweet, to be sure, and the more touching beneath the soft voice of his Royal Highness, but Aigron was not moved.

Obviously, this is just a picture of the cake to flatter oneself.

When politicians say "one of these days", they mean "not in the foreseeable future".

But he was not disappointed. He knew all this already.

"Yes, thank you very much." Agron bowed again. "May I ask what you have to tell me?"

"It's not really a big deal." His Royal Highness shook his head slightly. "I have been following your studies lately, and the feedback has been very good. Almost all your teachers have spoken highly of your understanding and hard work, and how much progress you have made..."

"The teachers worked very hard on me and I have no reason to disappoint them." Agron answered with all his heart.

"You see, that is what I am saying," his Highness interrupted again. "To tell you the truth, your vigour is seldom seen among nobles, for a life of too much wealth and ease always wears down their will, and gives them no incentive to make efforts. You are not like them, Sir Franz. No man without ambition would push himself so hard."

Agron did not answer for a moment.

In his situation, no answer seemed appropriate. After all, "ambitious" was a somewhat dangerous assessment.

His Royal Highness did not urge him to speak, but went on himself.

"I like it when young people have some ideals instead of lying in bed asleep. But, Franz, I think you need to lay a further foundation for your ideas."

"What do you mean?" Aigron felt a sense of foreboding.

"What about going to military school? I think you have a good chance of making an excellent officer." Prince Metternich looked at the boy with a smile. "I think you will have opportunities to serve in the Austrian Imperial Army, and you will naturally become a good traveler and scholar if you choose."

I see... Aigron had an Epiphany.

It's finally here.

This is the history of the Roman Kings.

The Austrians were eager to assimilate the rare Roman king into their own family, so they brought him into the imperial army, in addition to educating their sons.

In 1822, emperor Franz made him a corporal at the age of 11, making him a member of the Habsburg Imperial Army.

He was then sent to a military school to learn the skills of an officer.

Finally in 1831 he gained command of the Hungarian 60th Infantry regiment.

But it was not a beginning but an end for the ambitious Roman king, who had broken his body during the rigours of military training and had unfortunately contracted tuberculosis in the barracks.

On December 27, 1831, during a winter parade, he was found to have a bad cough and had to return to Schonbrunn Palace, where he became critically ill.

According to doctors at the time, he coughed up blood so badly that he almost coughed up his own lung tissue.

It's definitely not a fate aigron wants to repeat.

He had no confidence that he could escape the harsher dangers of living in crowded barracks and military schools, which were already unsanitary in those days, if he had resigned himself to the course of history.

"I appreciate your kindness, but... I didn't have much interest in joining the army." Aiglon, after a moment's reflection, rejected the Prince's recollection. "I prefer pens to swords."

"But even so, a military experience would be very useful to you, and I suggest you try it."

His Royal highness's tone was still very gentle, but the smile was gone from his face, clearly indicating that this was not a suggestion but an order.

But when it came to life and death, Agron wasn't about to change his mind.

"You are quite right... Well, I'll think it over and make a decision later. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"So should I take that as a refusal?" Prince Metternich stared at Aigron.

His gaze, with the unmistakable firmness of those long in high places, clearly had no other answer for Agron.

But again the young man shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go with what I want now."

Instead of getting angry, the prince laughed.

"A stubborn lad." He didn't know whether to praise or sarcasm.

"If grovel to you will be able to return for your favor, and to improve my situation, so I am very willing to please you, natural but - even if I did, you also may not be on the heart, your life in the foreign court saw more false words, even if I say again much also can't impress you such a veteran, so why should I do? " Agron answered calmly. "I thought it might be better to express my feelings to you."

There was silence.

There was no anger, but there was no reconciliation.

The prince looked into the boy's clear eyes and thought.

"Well, I have received your advice, so you go home first and I will think about it." With a slight wave of his hand, his Royal Highness said, "I hope you have a pleasant afternoon."

"Good-bye, Your Highness." Aigron bowed slightly and turned away.

"I don't want to see another person in you so soon, so please don't forget that this is Vienna and not Paris. That's my advice, Franz."

Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard a gentle voice behind him.

He paused a little, but immediately stamped on it and left the room.