Chapter 312 The kings wishful thinking(2/2)
Afterwards, through this method of overt reduction and concealed promotion, overt punishment and concealed reward, you can not only preserve your reputation, but also perfectly resolve the crisis. It can be called an excellent countermeasure.
Thinking of this, Louis XV couldn't help but nodded excitedly, feeling very proud of the wonderful countermeasure he had thought of.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He looked at the guard officer who was still kneeling on one knee and solemnly ordered:
"Send the order! The Swiss Guards are ordered to guard the entrance of the Tuileries Palace. No one is allowed to enter, but no force is allowed to be used. The Tuileries Palace cannot see blood. Do you understand!"
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However, His Majesty the King's brilliant strategy did not go as he expected.
"It's been an hour, and the police and city defense troops haven't arrived yet?!"
In the king's suite, Louis XV listened to the reports of the courtiers, and suddenly cursed angrily:
"Those bunch of dead trash, don't they know everything that's going on here in the palace?"
The courtiers also kept their heads down in silence. They didn't know why more than an hour had passed and the reinforcements from the police force and city defense force still did not appear in their sight.
On the contrary, waves of demonstrators came to the Tuileries Palace one after another, and the number of citizens gathered around the palace was even half as many as when they were on the Ile de la Cité.
Louis XV stood up anxiously, walked back and forth in front of the silent courtiers distractedly, and then couldn't restrain himself from coughing twice:
"Ahem...! Don't you have anything to say?"
A courtier hesitated for a moment, raised his head and said:
"Your Majesty, perhaps we can send people to negotiate with the citizens while waiting for reinforcements to arrive."
Before Louis XV could say anything, Caesar Gabriel immediately retorted:
"Absurd! Negotiating with those untouchables? Doesn't this mean that the palace has surrendered? Once such a precedent is set, how will those mobs push themselves further in the future!"
The courtier wanted to make some excuses, but Louis XV directly waved his hand to interrupt the argument between the two, and while covering his mouth and coughing, he ordered:
"Someone brought me my coat and waited on the stage. I want to see when the police force and city defense force will arrive!"
The courtiers looked at the haggard appearance of Louis XV covering his mouth and coughing, and some couldn't help but worriedly advised:
"Your Majesty... you have been ill for a long time. It is better to stay in a warm room and not go out..."
However, Louis XV ignored everyone's concerns at all, put on a cashmere coat, pushed out the door without looking back, and walked straight towards the grandstand.
Chapter completed!