As night fell, the enthusiastic hosts invited the two lovers to have dinner together.

At the dining table, the guest and the host were in a harmonious atmosphere. Everyone talked about many topics, from religion, history to culture and architecture, except for the politics the hostess hated. Andrew's elegant manner, extensive knowledge, and funny conversation left a good impression on Dandong and Mrs. Louise. However, before leaving, Andrew requested to meet with Dandong alone for 10 minutes. When the men walked out of the small study, Louise unexpectedly found that her husband's expression was not very natural.

Watching Andrew and Cosett leave, Louise, who returned to the living room, asked Dandong, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Andrew advised me not to go back to Paris and continue to stay in the villa." Danton was always honest in front of his wife, never hiding the slightest, just as he abandoned all his concerns and believed in God just to pursue Miss Louise.

"You should promise him! God praises Andrew!" Louise was very happy because someone agreed with her suggestions. In Paris, the devout believer, Mrs. Louise had seen too much blood and massacre. The beautiful Seine River was flowing with a lot of blood all day long. The timid mistress did not want to see her husband standing on the guillotine one day.

Dan Dongyan insincerely comforted his delicate wife and sent her upstairs to rest, but returned to the study alone.

In this house, a private meeting between Andrew and Dandong had just been held. It was said that it was a meeting between the two sides, but it was better to say that it was Andrew's speech alone, and the host sat on the sofa to listen.

"Great Dandong, I will give you a piece of advice: Don't go back to Paris, stay in the villa.

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I know your comrades are eagerly looking forward to you to support the overall situation and try to restore order in Paris, but the revolutionary Paris has become a mad genre, and it will tear down all those who oppose it, including you.

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Andrew would like to warn you: Never go, no matter what the reason. The people in power have built Paris into a huge guillotine. When you return to Paris, that is, you, Dandong, walk onto the guillotine.

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Please think more about your life, think more about your wife, and all the good things.

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Andrew's excited tone lasted for 10 minutes, and Dandong stared into his eyes for 10 minutes.

It's honest, but it's concealed. Dandong understands the young people's difficulties and cannot express all the inside story he knows happily. Even the unclear words of the wontons just now, Andrew may regret it on the way home.

Dandong picked up a lot of letters on his desk. These were written to him by the comrades of the Tolerance faction for several days. The content was all the same, but it was just to ask Dandong to return to Paris immediately, return to his post, and return to his comrades. Taking advantage of the best opportunity of the three giants being busy suppressing the Eberts, they quickly joined forces with various factions to overthrow the ruling faction led by Robespierre. De Muran also specifically mentioned that if he did not take action, it would be our turn to the next group of people who came to the guillotine...

Dandong poured himself a glass of brandy, which was a high-end product to be shared with Andrew, but the latter was not good at drinking, and said he hurriedly left without finishing his words.

Wine is a good wine, but Dandong just tastes it briefly and then puts it aside and continues to think about his problems.

"No, I have to go to Paris, just tonight!" An hour later, Dandong made up his mind and after leaving a note for his wife, he packed up his clothes and prepared to leave...

As Dandong foresaw, on the way home, poor Andrew was regretting his previous rash words and speechless all the way. The little lover snuggled beside him, looking forward to his future happiness. She didn't notice that sweating was already happening behind the general's uniform.

It was fear, inexplicable fear, that began to penetrate Andrew's heart.

"There will be a mistake if you say too much! I forgot all my ancestors' teachings. I'm so fucking too much, can't I be more at ease?" Andrew really wanted to slap himself twice at the time, but he held it back, not wanting to make the people around him suspicious.

"What should I do? How to make up for it? It would be great if I didn't come to Dandong's villa today. At least I wouldn't try to save Dandong's life just because I saw the warm and loving scene of the couple." Andrew was in a mess in his mind. He knew what the previous 10 minutes of speech meant to him. As long as Dandong conveyed the original words to the Big Three, even Balas' father-in-law could not save himself, and there was only one outcome: to go to the guillotine. Although the words in the words were somewhat implicit, any politician could distort the truth: Andrew was hostile to Paris, opposed the revolution, and was ready to kill freedom!

"what to do?"

"what to do?"

"Dandong is loyal!"

"Maybe, Dandong won't tell anyone!"

"Perhaps, only dead people are the most reliable!"

Suddenly, an extremely crazy thought emerged in his mind, "Or, kill Dandong so that no one knows the content of the conversation." Thinking of this, Andrew's forehead, hands and back were all sweaty, and sweat from his arms flowed into the palm of his lover's hand.

Cosett finally noticed Andrew's strangeness and greeted with concern: "What's wrong? Kay." Andrew was shocked, as if the thought had just been discovered by someone else, and hurriedly said that it was just sweating because of the cold weather. Women in love are always stupid, and Cosett had no doubts. After a sweet smile, the two of them accelerated their pace to return to Villa Balas.

Cosett went to bed, but Andrew was actively planning his plot.

We can't let Balas know that if one day turns against him and kills Dandong, he will be ruined if the incident of killing Dandong is exposed. Well, we can't do it myself. There is no time and the risk is too great. By the way, isn't there a despicable compatriot? Andrew made up his mind and in his bedroom, he called Pierre.

"Can I trust you?" Andrew asked, "

"Of course, my general!" Pierre saw the general's serious expression and knew that the matter was serious. He put down his signature smile and replied seriously.

"Okay, I'm going to get rid of one person," Andrew said.

"Who?" Pierre asked.

"Dandong!" Andrew gritted his teeth and said.

Pierre was speechless. He didn't know that the kind general had such an idea, but he didn't ask again, but he was thinking.

"Why don't you ask me, why do you want to kill Dandong?" Andrew was tempted.

"This is the general's secret, Pierre doesn't want to know. I just want to know how you are going to let Danton die?" Pierre determined the focus of his consideration.

Well, he is a smart man. Andrew nodded and said, "Dandong is a big man. He cannot simply assassinate him. The three giants should send him to the guillotine. Before this, Dandong must not speak and convey any words to others. Do you understand!" Andrew, who was in a confused mind, was still a little awake and did not use his own people to assassinate Dandong immediately.

"Are the general's two personal guards reliable?" Pierre asked.

"Totally reliable, they are all soldiers I rescued from Dopp's gun, absolutely loyal!" Andrew was very confident in this regard.

Pierre pondered for a while, and whispered to Andrew's ear, "That's good, actually we can do this..."

A conspiracy against Dandong was completely formed. 20 minutes later, Pierre took two guards and secretly left the villa while it was dark...

On the evening of the next day, in the villa of Balas, the engagement ceremony between General Andrew and Miss Cosett was held very grandly. Almost all the churches and sects from all walks of life in Paris were present. The villa was filled with guests watching the ceremony. In order to prevent accidents, Andrew also deployed his guard camp to guard the villa early. However, he found that there were many people missing here: the poor, the tolerant, and the three giants. The former was suppressed.

The latter was busy suppressing, and the two had reasons not to come; while the tolerants had always had a good relationship with Balas, but none of them were present at this time, because De Muran and others had to stay in Paris because of a major event: late last night, Dandong drove a carriage to the streets of Paris to look for prostitutes, but was discovered by the patrol team. The two sides had a dispute. During the fight, Dandong was injured in the head and fell into a coma. According to the law, he was imprisoned and has not yet woken up.

Andrew's unusual spirit at the engagement ceremony completely forgot about the fear and conspiracy of last night. Under the leadership of Talian, the two newcomers completed all the process and began to accept everyone's blessings.

"Congratulations, General Andrew!"

"Bless you, Miss Cossett!"

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The noisy sound continued a lot. Looking at their happy appearance, Balas "jealously" snatched his daughter from his son-in-law and pulled her around to meet the guests. At this time, Andrew felt a little tired and came to the sofa to rest alone.

"Congratulations, General Andrew! My name is Rose." A stranger came over and greeted him gentlemanly. He was a foreigner in his 20s, with elegant manners and appropriate clothes. Although he was very skilled in France, he was a British man from his accent.

Ross, the son of Captain Ross, the British Minister of Navy, and the adjutant of Nelson. He came with his uncle, the banker of Ganduflay.

"Thank you!" Andrew responded politely.

"Can you talk to you for a while?" Ross asked.

"Of course," Andrew raised his glass, but found that Lieutenant Colonel Shade was gestured to him from afar, so he had to get up and apologize: "But it's not possible now. Sorry, my officer is looking for me."

"What's the matter?" Andrew squeezed out of the crowd, but saw Xia De with a guard.

"Report to the citizen of Deputy Minister Andrew. I am from the Public Security Committee. This is an urgent document requested by the leader." The guard took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Andrew himself.

When Andrew opened it, he found that it was indeed a letter written by Robespierre. The content was not much, but it was very clear: after receiving the notice, he immediately ended his personal affairs and returned to Paris that day, preparing to quell the rebellion in Vandy.

"Officers! The horn of battle sounded again. Step on your war horses, wave your steel swords, attack, attack, attack, and attack again!" Andrew rushed to the high platform in the center of the hall with excitement, pulled off the flower crown symbolizing friendship and peace made of olive branches on his head, and pulled out the saber in the eyes of everyone's incredibly surprised eyes, and shouted loudly.

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

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Inside and outside the hall, all the soldiers heard the commander's orders at the same time, shouting in unison, and their loud voices were deafening. From this moment on, Andrew, who had been depressed for a long time, regained his vitality. Looking at the dizzying light on the chandelier above his head, he seemed to have returned to the tragic battlefield, heard the rumbling sound of cannons, smelled the pungent smoke, and saw the soldiers led by him bravely rushing to the enemy's position.

Andrew is a bloody battlefield, he is here...
Chapter completed!