What is the tradition of aristocrats? Is the aristocrat's upbringing and temperament, elegant conversation, civilized manners and kindness towards people, or whether they are fresh clothes and horses, stockings, high shoes, wigs and perfume, they are surrounded by countless lovers, luxurious and confusing, or both should be available.

Captain Charles was born in a baron family in the Bourbon dynasty. Although Charles' father was average, he knew how to be careful to cater to the power in Paris. The family passed through the terrifying revolutionary era safely. When Napoleon came to power, he became the Baron again. However, after his father passed away, the baron was inherited by his brother. He had to run away from home and enter the Saint-Sill Military Academy, thinking about making achievements in the army and winning the title of a noble.

Desai didn't feel much about the aristocratic plot of the adjutant, and it was difficult to understand. In other words, it was a full man who didn't know that the hungry man was hungry. With his father's sympathy, Desai could fall off his head with an earl's title. It was easy to come, and he didn't care. When he looked at Charles' angry and ridiculous face, Desai decided to give him a desperate in his traditional way. After the general pulled out the whip, Captain Charles, who had been prepared, had jumped to the side and broke into the palace gate first with laughter.

When entering the annex from the palace gate, the women took off their leather coats, and the men needed to hand over the whip, pistol and sword to the palace servants for safekeeping. Then, in groups, they climbed the brightly lit staircase in the middle of the flowers and entered the gorgeous golden dance hall. Music, flowers, cold meals, dancing, joy, powerful ministers, diplomatic envoys, senior priests, and handsome men and beautiful women in Madrid formed a vivid scene in front of them.

Captain Charles found that leaving the Count of Desay at the dance party was a very wise choice. Because when he entered the first gate of the dance hall, the attendant in front of the door who chanted the names and titles of each guest and shouted loudly "The noble Count of the French Empire, the heroic general of Desay", the originally noisy and lively atmosphere was almost frozen in an instant.

The men and women at the scene, as well as children who have not yet become men and women, all stared at the Earl of Desay, who liked to cause trouble, had outstanding military achievements and was talented, with more than half of them disdain, jealousy, disgusting, and even hated eyes. They or they wanted their kings to be highly consistent. These people include the powerful ministers of the Kingdom of Spain, senior priests, and most of their families.

The other half's expression was much more complicated. The French generals and marshals shook their heads gently and responded carefully, just like looking at a naughty naughty boy, afraid that he would knock over their glasses; diplomatic envoys were very interested in the Earl of Desay, but they had always been cautious and unwilling to offend the owner of the palace, so they could only hint at a glance from afar. The few and brave young ladies seemed to want to pursue the young and rich French Count, and they leaked ambiguous and longing eyes, hoping that the young general could take the initiative to invite himself into the dance floor, but no one could do it.

A smile appeared on the corner of Count Desay's mouth, showing a cynical expression. He suddenly shouted loudly at the band commander who was at a loss because no one was dancing, asking the latter to quickly play Mozart's little dance moves, and he walked to the dining table on the other side as if no one was away and chose the food he liked.

After an uproar, the music started again, and the men and women danced gracefully. The ones sandwiched between music and dance were inevitably badly evaluated the guy who was willing to act. Desai picked up his own plate and leaned against a velvet golden tapestry. While not staying to eat, he also admired the elegant and noble but pretentious palace dance in front of him.

"Look, the reckless guy is hard to imagine that he is a noble count." The noble lady was sneering.

"God bless you, after the day after tomorrow, Your Majesty and we will no longer have to face that hateful face!" the nobleman on the side explained.

"Oh, where is he going?" asked another curious lady.

"Go to war and wipe out the rebels in the Catalonian region!" A general revealed the news.

"Thank God, it is best to let the reckless Count and the savage and vicious rebels disappear into the Pyrenees!" The Spanish nobles issued a vicious curse.

"Dude, you are so cruel! The Earl of Desay is so young and handsome. It is said that the annuity alone is more than 200,000 francs, and it is a pity that there are no wife and heirs!" A slutty girl sighed.

"Sentimental Miss, I don't think there is any danger to this Earl General. Of course, it's unlikely that you want to be a countess. Why don't you think about me first?" The polite diplomat teased the beauty around you.

Another noble girl remembered something, "It is said that Princess Polina likes Count Desai very much. When they were having a tryst at the palace, the Count also wrote many moving poems for His Highness. Alas, if the handsome Count Desai could recite a love poem for me, I would rather accompany him to Barcelona!"

"Ahem!" The cough of an old noble interrupted the fantasy girl's fantasy.

Desai had good eyesight and good hearing, and all kinds of noises like mosquitoes lingering, which made him a little bored. After pulling out the food on the plate, he was thinking about when he would leave, but unexpectedly found a familiar figure walking slowly by the crowd not far away.

Her petite figure, fair skin, a crimson silk dress, a white gauze dress, a rose on her belt, and a light brown hair that is dressed in a Greek headdress.

"By the way, it's Miss Litisia." Desai was happy. He threw down the dish in his hand, thought of rushing forward, and greeted Miss Litisia. Over the past month, because of the busy military practice, he almost forgot the beautiful Spanish girl with two cute dimples.

Suddenly, the crowd around us started to stir up, and everyone was chattering and talking in a low voice. They wanted to rush forward, but stopped halfway. Desai was wrapped in an agitation crowd, sandwiched in the middle, and could not move. Soon, the crowd retreated to both sides like a tide, leaving a corridor in the middle. Desai fell in the first row on the left, and the Miss Litisia landed behind him and was squeezed to the wall by the crowd.

In the golden dance hall, the music changed and a bright tune was played. With another door of the dance hall opened, King Joseph, Queen Julie, smiled and walked lightly from the living room into the middle of the crowd. The court ministers and their wives, including General Hugo, and his Corsican lover, followed closely.

King Joseph and Queen Julie walked very slowly because the king and his wife had to pay frequent greetings to the guests on both sides and thank everyone for attending their court dances. When Joseph walked to Desai, the king's smile became very stiff and his brows frowned. He immediately accelerated his pace, thinking about leaving the annoying ghost as soon as possible. Queen Julie seemed graceful and generous, and turned around to give the Earl of Desai an apology.

"Dear Joseph, you should give General Desai a minimum respect, after all, he is fighting for your throne!" Julie whispered to her husband.

"My queen, Desai is neither my general nor he will obey the orders of a king." Joseph rudely rejected his wife's plan of reconciliation.

When the queen thought about persuading her a few more words, the band played the waltz dance. The king gently put down the queen's arm, moved forward a few steps, and took the wife of the Minister of State as the first dance companion, and danced waltz to the rhythm of the dance.

Earl Desai took advantage of the men and women on the dance floor to pair up with each other and slipped out from the gaps of the crowd. He looked around but could not find Miss Litisia's beautiful figure.

In despair, he took out a glass of red wine from the waiter serving the wine, and walked alone to the balcony on the left. The balcony here faces the back garden of the palace, and the stone steps on both sides extend directly to the dense pomegranate groves.

As soon as he left the dance hall, Captain Charles didn't know where he came out, and stood beside the general with a glass of red wine.

"You are looking for Miss Litisia, the granddaughter of Marquis de Urkiho, Minister of State."

"Oh, how do you know this? Tell me." Desai asked casually.

"One condition!" The adjutant changed his face to a lawyer, hoping to reach some kind of behind-the-scenes deal with his superiors. "Please let me go for one night, plus tomorrow morning's holiday."

Desai nodded, looking at his adjutant's nervous mood, he could think with his toes that this young French literary man must have been soaked, or was soaked by a Spanish lady, thinking about the spring breeze between men and women.
Chapter completed!