Make France Great Again

The people inside the mansion seemed to hear the carriage outside the mansion.

After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a black Flack coat with a white brooch hanging on his chest appeared outside the mansion and nodded slightly to Fleury who was sitting in the driver's seat. Fleury quickly got out of the driver's seat. He handed the reins of the horse's head to the middle-aged man, and Pesili in the carriage got up first to open the door and lowered the stairs.

Jerome got up and glanced at Pesciri who was at the bottom of the stairs and slowly got out of the car, his eyes turned to the middle-aged man holding the horse's head, and his solemn expression forced a smile.

"Tylan, long time no see!" Jerome said in a dry London accent.

The middle-aged man named Tai Lan also responded with a smile on his face: "His Royal Highness, long time no see!"

Although he had already learned about his cousin's situation from Pessili's mouth, Jerome couldn't help but want to ask this servant who had followed his cousin for more than ten years, who was loyal and meticulous in his work.

What if it was all just a prank by Pessili and his cousin?

With a faint hope, Jerome asked: "Cousin, how is he... how is the situation now?"

After Tailan was silent for a few seconds, he hesitantly responded: "Your Majesty... the situation is not optimistic... The body has been feverish... and he is always vomiting... In short... Your Highness, you will know when you go in and take a look."

After all, Tyran led the carriage away. He really didn't want to pass on his sadness to Jerome, who had not yet entered the mansion.

After listening to Taylan's response, Jerome felt another colic in his heart.

This pain from the depths of the soul is probably the "legacy" left by the previous owner of the body.

Standing beside Jerome, Pessili looked at Jerome with a bloodless face, pointed to the small mansion and said, "His Royal Highness, Your Majesty is waiting for you in the mansion!"

Recovering, Jerome walked to the door of the mansion in three steps.

Looking at the door of the mansion washed with brown paint in front of him, Jerome didn't have the courage to open the door. Pesili, who was beside him, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open.

The living room on the first floor appeared in Jerome's eyes. The layout of the living room was roughly the product of the fusion of the Empire period and the Rococo period. The luxurious exterior inadvertently revealed the momentum of a nouveau riche.

The red drapery hanging by the window was hooked on the left and right sides of the window with bronze hooks, and the dim (the sun was obscured by the smog of industrialization) The sunlight shone on the fading red Turkish wool blanket, clinging to the The copper-plated railings of the stairs on the first and second floors of the walls are also dazzling in the sunlight.

This is an exquisite product for more than 30 years. It has been maintained by the exquisite owner for more than 30 years. Time has not left a scratch on this exquisite product, but it is also like Napoleon's brilliant glory. More than 30 years ago, the fusion product of the imperial regime and the Rococo period was destined to fail to adapt to today's rapidly developing industrialized society. More and more "upstarts" squeezed into the upper class will determine the direction of the entire era with their strong assets. .

The extravagance advocated by the aristocracy is no longer, and "pristine" will be popular for a long time.

While observing the layout of the mansion, Jerome followed Pessili's footsteps across the stairs between the first floor and the second floor to the second floor.

After passing through the long and narrow corridor on the second floor, Pessili and Jerome came to the door of a room at the end of the second floor.

"Cough...cough"

A violent cough came from the room, and Jerome's mood undoubtedly became worse.

Persili knocked on the door softly, and a pleasant London accent came from the room: "Please come in!"

"Let me come!"

Just when Persili wanted to push the door and enter, Jerome stopped the Persili soldier and clenched the door handle.

There are some things that you still need to face calmly.

Jerome took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He pressed the door of the house with one hand, clenched the handle of the door with the other hand, and gently pushed the door open.

With the sound of "crunch" and "crunch" from the door, everything inside the door entered Jerome's line of sight.

A middle-aged man was lying on a gorgeous brown-yellow carved four-corner-post bed. He turned his head to the position close to his left hand, and beside his right hand was a handsome man with blond hair and tearful eyes. The woman, her hand was tightly clasped with the middle-aged man's, and her eyes followed the middle-aged man to the back of the door.

Behind the woman was a doctor in a black dress with his back to the door. Seeing his ups and downs, he seemed to be fiddling with something.

The middle-aged man who seemed to be dying was the "leader" of the Bonaparte family, the future Emperor Napoleon III Louis Bonaparte.

Sitting next to him is Louis Bonaparte's new love in Britain, Miss Howard, a London lover.

Historically, he would return to Paris for elections at the end of April, before entering the presidency in December surrounded by French peasants.

In December 1851, he launched a coup and became the consul for life of France. In 1852, he was crowned emperor of France.

Of course Miss Howard would break up with him after he became emperor. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

However, it seems that everything will be a bubble.

Louis Bonaparte's face that was getting thinner due to the torment of illness was a little surprised when he looked at Jerome, and then he showed a relieved expression. He stretched out his bony arm and said in a hoarse voice: "My cousin, You are finally here!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man began to cough violently again, his expression gradually becoming painful.

All the blonde **** the side could do was to lightly stroke his back to reduce the middle-aged man's pain.

"I'm thirsty...I want water...drink water!" Louis Bonaparte groaned in pain. His hand kept groping back and forth towards the wardrobe beside the post bed, but he couldn't reach the water glass.

Seeing this, Jerome also hurried to Louis Bonaparte to help him get the water glass.

At this moment, the unique London accent of the doctor in white coat appeared in the ears of everyone present: "If you don't want to be infected, I advise you to stay away from him!"

Jerome's cholera, which was "warned" by doctors, was called a Class A infectious disease in later generations. Its infection rate and fatality rate were extremely high, but Jerome did not stop because of the doctor's "warning" In front of Louis Bonaparte, he held his bony hand in silence.

Holding his arm, Napoleon III stopped moaning and looked at his cousin, his dry lips seemed to want to say something!

"It's alright! Cousin! You will be alright!" Jerome, who was holding Louis Bonaparte's palm, could only comfort him as much as possible. Judging from the current situation, his cousin may have passed away. optimal treatment period.

In the later stage of cholera, with systemic organ failure, even the medical system of later generations cannot recover, let alone the current 19th century.