Make France Great Again

The conspiracy between Louis Bonaparte and Jerome Bonaparte was in full swing.

A secret meeting is also about to take place at Buckingham Palace in Piccadilly, East London. (Buckingham Palace is not far from the residence of Napoleon III in England. I am afraid that Napoleon himself did not expect that 27 years after his death, the two "mortal enemies" of the Bonaparte family and the Hanover family would become "neighbors")

A black carriage slowly drove into the small crossing on the left side of Dika Geography Street, the coachman stopped the carriage and tapped the box behind him with his fingers and said honestly: "Sir, I can only deliver it to you here! "

After hearing the coachman's response, the people in the box opened the door and lowered the steps to get out of the car. This person was Dr. James from Louis Bonaparte's mansion.

"How much?" Dr. James asked the coachman the price while lowering his head and fumbling for the few silver coins in his pocket.

"A total of 2 shillings, sir!" The coachman replied softly.

Dr. James raised his head and widened his eyes and shouted, "What? It costs me two shillings for such a short distance. Is your carriage inlaid with gold?"

"Sir, I'm really sorry! London is still in turmoil and prices continue to rise, so we have to raise prices to deal with the crisis. I hope you can understand!"

"Excuse me? I have forgiven you, but who will forgive us! My God! Two shillings for such a short distance are easier for you than robbery."

Although the coachman expressed his apology to James, the coachman still refused to give in on the price.

After the scene fell into a brief stalemate, Dr. James, who was unwilling to delay the time, was defeated. He cursedly popped out of his pocket a silver coin with Queen Victoria's face on it and handed it to the coachman.

"Thank you! Mr. Generosity!" The coachman who took the silver coins burst into a smile, and thanked Dr. James cheerfully.

"Go to hell! You are a bunch of vampires! I swear I will never drive your car again!" Dr. James cursed and entered the same alleyway of Buckingham Palace.

The coachman also drove away in the carriage. As for the oath of never being a carriage again, in the eyes of the coachman it was nothing more than a joke. How could decent people like them go out on foot.

Through the narrow path, there is an open field.

In front of the open space is James Park, from which you can see Buckingham Palace in the center of St. James' Park.

Dr. James strode on the road leading to Buckingham Palace without any greed for the scenery along the way, and he soon came to the main entrance of Buckingham Palace.

"This is Buckingham Palace! Do you have an invitation card?" Two soldiers in bright red military uniforms and tall military caps blocked Dr. James' advance. He and the others were responsible for guarding the Buckingham Palace soldiers.

It is a time of turmoil right now, and they must conduct a careful interrogation of everyone who goes to Buckingham Palace.

Dr. James adjusted his tie and jacket a little and hurriedly said, "Please inform Albert that Dr. James has important information to report to him!"

"Are you Dr. James?" The soldier looked up and down at the ugly guy in front of him.

"I am James, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Medicine!" Dr. James responded with a proud straight back. It is something that every scholar is proud of to be able to join the Royal Society, especially now that the threshold for entering the Royal Society is getting higher and higher. Well, royal appointments are looming on the verge of becoming a place for the elite.

"Then go in!" The soldier rearranged the crossed front-loading guns, and opened a path that could only accommodate one person.

Dr. James finally entered the inner courtyard of St. James's Park.

After a while, a burly man in a kilt appeared.

"Mr. Brown!" Dr. James was flattered by the strong man's arrival, and he hurriedly greeted the strong man in front of him.

John Brown was born in 1826 as the son of a Scottish tenant farmer and used to be a groom in Balmoral Castle. When Prince Albert bought the castle, John became Prince Albert's personal servant with his outstanding ability and loyal attitude.

After the marriage of Albert and Victoria, the 14-year-old John Brown also became the butler of the Hanover royal family, and the butler sat for 8 years.

Regardless of John Brown's appearance in his 30s, his actual age is only 22 years old.

John Brown, who has been the chief butler of the royal family since he was 22 years old, said lightly with his unique arrogance: "Come with me! Prince, I am talking to the prime minister now!"

"Yes! Yes!" Facing the proud butler of the royal family, Dr. James no longer had the pride he had before, and he could only obediently follow John Brown.

Led by Dr. James, John Brown came to the main hall of Buckingham Palace.

Brown-yellow velvet blankets are spread throughout the hall, each arch is inlaid with golden borders, and a gold-plated chandelier hangs directly above the living room. Sunlight shines in from the windows, and the whole room seems to be shrouded in gold.

"I'll take you to the waiting room first, and I'll call you after the prince and the prime minister finish talking!" John Brown said to Doctor James with his characteristic rough Scottish accent.

"Yes!" Dr. James hurriedly responded all the way.

Led by John Brown, Doctor James passed through the arches of the main hall and entered a certain room in the side hall.

Compared with the resplendent main hall, the layout of the side room looks so simple.

A portrait of Victoria and Albert inlaid with gold edging, a sofa carved with exquisite patterns, and oil paintings covering the entire wall are all in this room.

Doctor James waited restlessly for Prince Albert's arrival.

After about an hour or so, a pleasant knock on the door appeared in Dr. James' ears.

Dr. James, who had just sat down, hurriedly got up to greet him.

"I hope I'm not late!" Albert said to Dr. James apologetically.

"No... no... I took the liberty to disturb you! I'm very sorry!" James said excitedly, looking at the bearded Albert in front of him.

PS: 1. Under the gold standard system in the 19th century, every ounce (31.103 grams) of gold with a fineness of 11/12 gold can be minted for 3 pounds, 17 shillings and 10.5 pence. Each pound is equal to 20 shillings, and each shilling is equal to 12 pence. 2 shillings is roughly equivalent to 70 yuan today.