Make France Great Again

In August, summer is getting stronger, and the temperature of Constantinople in the Mediterranean climate is also several degrees higher than before, and the earth under the scorching sun is gradually becoming dry and cracked, and stepping on it with bare feet is like stepping on it. On a burning furnace wall, there are few pedestrians on the street, only porters in the port are constantly carrying materials to the transport ship under the scorching sun.

That is, under such hot weather, a warship with a British flag slowly approached the port of Constantinople and stopped at the port pier.

A British officer in a big red uniform and a group of ladies in plain grey dresses and buns walked down the steps to the pier.

When everyone was at the dock, the British officer respectfully said to a young lady, "Ms. Nightingale, I'll send you here!"

"I've caused you trouble, Your Excellency!" The lady who was called Nightingale by the British officer bowed to the officer.

"No trouble!" The British officer hurriedly responded, and then continued: "It is my honor to serve a noble lady like you!"

"You're overrated!" Nightingale said humbly, "I'm just doing my job!"

"This is your nobility! Noble people never ask for anything in return!" The British officer then complimented Nightingale.

As soon as the British officer finished speaking, a shy smile appeared on Nightingale's face. She waved her hand and responded to the British officer: "Okay! Sir, I should go too! I'm afraid you don't even want to leave here today!"

Afterwards, Nightingale waved goodbye to the British officer and watched the British warship leave the port.

Looking at the British warship that was gradually disappearing on the horizon, Nightingale turned to his friends and said, "Okay! Friends, let's go to the hospital where Ms. Virnia is!"

"Otherwise, let's go to the embassy to report first! After drifting at sea for so long, we should report to London for peace!" A nurse suggested to Nightingale.

Nightingale also realized that her team had been drifting at sea for more than two months and really needed to report peace to London.

"Okay!" Nightingale nodded and said, "Let's go to the embassy to report safety first, and then go to the hospital!"

So, Nightingale and his party set off to the British Embassy in a mighty manner.

…

Just when Nightingale decided to go to the embassy first, and then to the hospital where Virnia was located, Virnia was immediately called to the office by the director of the military district hospital after visiting the ward.

"What happened?" Virnia looked at the dean in front of him suspiciously.

The dean who learned of Virnia's identity has also become Virnia's loyal lackey at this time, and he said to Virnia with a flattering face: "Ms. Virnia, a British volunteer team is about to arrive. In our hospital, the head of this volunteer team said that she is your faithful admiration, would you like to meet them!"

"Volunteer team?" After thinking about it, Virnia immediately realized that the volunteer team mentioned by the dean was probably Nightingale who wrote to her some time ago: "Is her name Nightingale!"

"That's right!" The dean showed a brief look of consternation, then nodded and replied to Virnia, "The leader of this volunteer is indeed called Nightingale! Ms. Virnia, do you think you know each other? ?"

"Nightingale was the one who invited her here!" Vernia replied calmly: "She originally planned to go directly to Crimea!"

The dean nodded and said to Virnia in a territorial tone: "I understand! Do you need the hospital to arrange for them!"

"This is not necessary!" Virnia shook his head and replied to the dean.

Afterwards, Virnia returned to the office. Sitting in the office, she felt a little tired and fell asleep on the table in a daze.

When Virnia looked up again, she found that there was an extra person in her office at some point.

"You're awake!" Jerome Bonaparte, who spread the newspaper on his lap, raised his head and said to Vernia after hearing the movement from the desk.

"How long have I slept!" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte in a slightly lazy tone.

"Let me see!" Jerome Bonaparte took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, "It has only been twenty minutes since I entered the room.

And the time you finish a round of inspections is only about 20 minutes before I enter the room, which means that your sleep time should not exceed 40 minutes! "

"That means I slept for half an hour!" said Virnia to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Yes!" Jerome Bonaparte got up and stood behind Vernia, pressing his temples gently with both hands.

Virnia closed his eyes and enjoyed the long-lost service of Jerome Bonaparte.

"Didn't I tell you! Don't wear yourself out, you look like you're almost an iron man now! Rest at 2 am and get up at 6:30. Are you really not afraid of sudden death?" Nabas said to Virnia in a reproachful tone.

"It's not all your fault!" Virnia replied in a coquettish tone: "If you hadn't called me every day...that...(Virnia's voice is getting lower and lower)...I wouldn't rest so late!"

"That's also your initiative!" Jerome Bonaparte immediately retorted, "If you don't take the initiative, then it's fine!"

After finishing speaking, the angry Virnia, regardless of his rank, used the tricks that girls are used to aiming at Jerome Bonaparte's waist and pinched hard.

"Ah!" Jerome Bonaparte whispered, and moved his hands away from Vernia's temple.

Virnia, who heard Jerome Bonaparte's scream, panicked, and she hurriedly turned around to check on Jerome Bonaparte's condition.

Unexpectedly, the moment she turned around, she was embraced by Jerome Bonaparte.

Immediately afterwards, Virnia fell under the attack of Jerome Bonaparte.

"This is a hospital...no way..."

"I just touched it!"

"No... draw the curtains..."

"Yes...my princess..."

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After about forty minutes, the room was filled with hormones and youthful breath, and a few drops of liquid also appeared on the originally tidy ground.

Refreshing, Jerome Bonaparte tidied up his clothes, then opened the curtains and windowsills to dredge the air in the room.

Virnia, who was blushing, took out the tissue from the drawer, then squatted down and wiped the liquid dripping on the ground.

After Wirnia was wiped, a doctor entered the room and reported: "Your Majesty, Ms. Virnia, Miss Nightingale is here!"

"Please come in!" said Jerome Bonaparte to the doctor.

The doctor glanced at Jerome Bonaparte and said, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

After a while, Nightingale entered the office.

Jerome Bonaparte, sitting on the sofa, looked at Nightingale.

The brown hair is evenly distributed on both sides and fixed by a white embroidered bun. She is not tall, her face is white, and she wears a long gray dress that looks extraordinarily simple. On the whole, she can be regarded as a well-behaved middle-class woman. It has amazing beauty as later generations praised.

"Ms. Vernia!" Nightingale smiled and saluted: "I'm sorry to bother you at this time!"

(After Nightingale said this, she smelled the remaining "heather" and hormones in the room.)

"Nothing!" Virnia stretched out his hand to invite Nightingale: "Ms. Nightingale, sit down!"

Only then did Nightingale realize that there was still a person sitting on the sofa.

"Who is this... gentleman?" Nightingale asked Jerome Bonaparte suspiciously.

Jerome Bonaparte deliberately pretended to be lost and sighed at Nightingale: "Hey! Just treat me as a little transparent!"

"Pfft!" Jerome Bonaparte's self-mockery made Nightingale and Virnia smile at the same time.

At the same time, Nightingale also thought about what his friend Sydney Herbert, the Secretary of State for War, told her before he left, "Miss Virnia you want to visit, she is not a simple Someone! The Emperor of France might be standing behind her!"

"Your Majesty!" Nightingale immediately realized that the joking person in front of him was very likely the emperor of the French Empire, and he and she hurriedly saluted Jerome Bonaparte.

"You guessed it so quickly!" Jerome Bonaparte's face showed a hint of surprise. He thought that it would take a while for Nightingale to guess his identity.

"Before I came here, my friend once told me something about Miss Virnia and you..." Nightingale explained to Jerome Bona.

"Your friend is really amazing!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Nightingale with a half-smile, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Of course he understood that the friend that Nightingale spoke of was a minister in the British cabinet.

Nightingale smiled and said nothing.

"Miss Nightingale, Vernia has already told me the purpose of your coming here!" Jerome Bonaparte said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that someone would come from a safe and secure back. Go to the front and take care of the wounded! Miss Nightingale, I admire your actions!"

"You are overrated!" Nightingale respectfully praised Virnia to Jerome Bonaparte and said, "Isn't Madame Virnia, like me, who left the social scene in Paris and came here to take care of the wounded? ?"

"No, you two are different!"

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