Chapter 123: , Fouché's decision

When Fouché's carriage arrived in Paris, Fouché knew that all his plans on the carriage had become useless, because both Demoulin and Dandong had already been guillotined. That night, the lights in Fouché’s residence were on, and no one knew what Fouché was doing.

Early the next morning, Fouché went to the National Assembly immediately. He was almost the first person to arrive at the parliament. When he walked into the parliament hall, except for a cleaning staff, the whole hall was empty and there was no one.

Fuxie sat down in the mountain pie's place unconsciously. Gradually more congressmen came to the hall. They sat down, but no one spoke to Fouché or said hello. In fact, it doesn't necessarily mean anything else, because the parliamentarians don't talk to each other or greet each other.

In Fouché's memory, the National Assembly is always lively, sometimes as lively as a vegetable market. There is no hand for speech. Members of Congress are always whispering. Some people are talking about the current situation, and others are discussing the appearance of a certain socialite; and when a congressman delivers a speech on the podium, someone below agrees and applauds. If someone objected, it would be a whistle, and some people even took off their leather shoes and knocked on the table in front of them. Naturally, the council was more lively. But at this time, many congressmen have already entered the parliament hall, but everyone just sat silently on their seats, motionless, like a stone statue in a cemetery. And the entire parliament hall is like a silent and gloomy cemetery.

Time gradually passed, and it was time for a meeting. But the seat in the parliament hall is still more than half empty-the right seat has been vacant for a long time, and those who used to sit there have disappeared one after another; now even the left seat is much empty. With just a glance, Fouché could see that Chaumet, Dandong, Desmoulins, Chabo, Ebel, Fabre Degnantin... dozens of people were empty.

Looking over there, Fouché saw a man with a sallow face and a low forehead that was cut back. He was also looking at Fouchie with his small eyes—the man It's Robespierre. Robespierre noticed that Fouché was also looking at him, and he smiled at Fouché—just as a lion smiled at a rabbit that had been pressed under its paw.

Fouché's heart tightened suddenly, and from this terrible smile, he saw Robespierre's undisguised maliciousness towards him. He couldn't help trembling all over, the cold sweat of the big spring, cold hands and feet, what happened to this society, there was full of oppression on poor chameleons like him, and his tears almost flowed out in despair. Xie’s eye sockets are large and the capacity is high), the is empty, the devil is in the world...

Fouché knew that he couldn't wait any longer. He stood up, walked towards the podium, and said to the host, "I am a citizen Joseph Fouché, a special commissioner for the Marseille region, and I have been ordered to return to Paris to report to the National Salvation Committee. But I want to talk about these things here. Say, maybe better."

Fouché’s behavior was a challenge. It was not the National Assembly that ordered him to return to Paris, but the National Salvation Committee. It was not the National Assembly that required him to report to, but the National Salvation Committee. However, he did not report to the "National Salvation Committee", but directly requested that the National Assembly, which is theoretically the higher-level organization of the "National Salvation Committee", report. Challenges.

Fouché stared at the host, the host hesitated, raised his head, and glanced at the seat—perhaps, he was looking at Robespierre. Then he said to Fouché, "Well, citizen Fouché, you can come on stage and speak."

Fouché stepped onto the podium and glanced at the audience habitually. He noticed that Robespierre was looking at him with interest, just as Tom was looking at Jerry who had been caught in his paws.

Fouché took a deep breath and began his speech.

Fouché's speech was rich in content and sincere, and it took a lot of time. But if it comes down to it, it is actually relatively simple, that is, I shed blood for Jacobin, I have done meritorious service for Jacobin, and I want to continue to be a dog for Jacobin. You can’t do this...

The silence of the conference listened, no one applauded, no whistle, and no one took out leather shoes to beat on the table. Only the voice of Fouché reverberated in this empty hall, just like in an empty cemetery. same.

In the end, Fouché’s speech was over, and there was still silence below, it seemed that all the people had died, and all that was left here were just dove stalks.

Fouché didn't know how he finally got off the podium. He sat back in his seat, trembling in fear. He knew that his resistance was defeated. The National Assembly is no longer the same National Assembly back then. At that time, the courage has been consumed by a series of changes.

Ever since the executioner has broken into them like Porter Phoemos (the cyclops in Greek mythology, he once broke into Odysseus’s team and captured his companions to eat), grabbing some of them and feeding them After the guillotine, the remaining people in the National Assembly have become increasingly depressed, almost turning into marionettes.

At this time, Robespierre stood up. Fouché was pale and trembling. He knew that if Robespierre said he was a traitor, a viper with a letter, all the councillors would applaud and cheer, and then someone would propose to arrest the traitor Fouché and submit it to the Revolutionary Court for trial, and then... …This set of processes is really familiar to Fouché.

"Regarding the Fouché citizen's report, I suggest that the National Assembly should refer this matter to the'National Salvation Committee' to handle it," Robespierre said.

This sentence was completely beyond Foucher's expectation. Robespierre could directly request the National Assembly to declare him a traitor and arrest him. As long as Robespierre said so, the remaining members of the Council would raise their hands in agreement. But Robespierre made such a request...

Robespierre's proposal immediately received the support of all the parliamentarians, and it was so. Fouché was like a fish jumping in a fishing net. He jumped hard, trying to escape to the blue sky, but in the end he fell feebly into the big net still surrounding him.

Fouché left the National Assembly in despair and returned to his residence. But he quickly forced himself to calm down-panic was of no avail, and if he wanted to keep his head, he had to calm down first.

Fouché is not someone who is willing to face death calmly with some artistic flavor like Dandong or Demoulin. He decided that, anyway, he would struggle to the last moment.

So Fouché remembered Robespierre's actions today. He began to wonder what Robespierre meant by doing this. In the end, he came up with two such guesses.

First, Robespierre did want his life, but he didn’t want to kill him just like this. Instead, he wanted to appreciate his fear and despair like a cat and a mouse. He snapped his neck all at once.

Second, Robespierre hopes that he can honestly surrender to himself, surrender to him, and confess to him. Then be a dog for him honestly.

Fouché felt that the first one might be larger, at least, with his knowledge of Robespierre, it should be. But the second possibility cannot be completely ruled out. After all, Fouché felt that as a dog, he was still very useful and valuable.

Fouché is a very mobile man, and now that he has such an idea, he does not hesitate to implement it. Fouché immediately cheered up, left his residence, and went to Robespierre's residence on St. Honoré. The Calvin of the First French Republic (the leader of the Protestant Calvinism during the Reformation, he burned to death the Servetus who opposed his teachings) In order to show his poverty and virtue, he rented a street in this street Small loft living.

It is not known what Fouché and Robespierre talked about this evening, because since then, Fouché has never mentioned this to anyone. But we can guess what Fouché encountered from the experience of other similar people.

Barlas also went there to admit his mistake to Robespierre and beg for mercy. Downstairs, he first encountered difficulties from the landlord. The landlord is a devout believer of Robespierre. Ballas was searched by him because he suspected that Ballas might be an assassin.

Then Ballas climbed up the attic along the wooden ladder, and in a narrow room with a portrait of Robespierre hanging himself, he saw Robespierre. And Robespierre didn't even give him a chair, so he just let him stand there and talk.

Foucher must have confessed to Robespierre in a low voice like Ballas at that time, with tears in his eyes, pulling his trousers to ask for his forgiveness. And Robespierre probably scolded him like he treated Ballas at the time. The only difference is that Ballas was forgiven, but Fouché did not.

When Fouché left the Rue Saint Honoré, he couldn't help shaking from fear and anger. He knew that Robespierre must cut off his head. What can he do now? Maybe someone will knock on his door early tomorrow morning ~EbookFREE.me~, open the door, and he will see a few soldiers from the National Self-Defense Army. An officer leading the team said to him, "Joseph Fouché, you Arrested for attempting to subvert the Republican government and restore the feudal system!"

At that time, could he still say "I'm sorry, you made a mistake, Joseph Fouché lives next door." Then he took the opportunity to escape? But where can he escape? In France, there will be no place for him. He killed so many nobles and left France, the exiles will not let him go... What's more, once he escapes, there will be no place for him to fight for. Up.

On the dark and icy streets of Rue Saint Honoré, Fouché's footsteps gradually became firmer. He could not wait to die or escape. He had only one choice, one way, and that was to rush to Robespierre. Before you cut off his head, cut off Robespierre's head first!