Make France Great Again

"My dear cousin, the revival of the Bonaparte family is entrusted to you!"

Perhaps because of the flashback, the voice of Louis Napoleon miraculously stopped being hoarse when he was dying, and a sliver of energy returned to his pale and sluggish face.

"Cousin!" Jerome Bonaparte looked at the recovered Louis Napoleon and already vaguely knew in his heart that this might be his last moment.

"Cousin, quickly call Pescini and the others over! I have something to tell them!"

After saying these words, Louis Napoleon slumped like a deflated balloon, and a violent cough came out of Louis Napoleon's mouth again.

Seeing this, Jerome trotted to the first floor.

Downstairs, Pessini, Fleury and others sat on the sofa on the first floor as if they had received some spiritual hint. Some of them frowned, and some clasped their hands together...

In short, their emotions are closely related to the physical condition of Louis Napoleon on the second floor, but they dare not face the seriously ill Louis Napoleon, to be precise, they dare not face themselves.

Especially Persini, who has been with Louis Napoleon for more than ten years. He pins his dreams, hopes and everything on Louis Napoleon. He firmly believes that Louis Bonaparte will definitely become the ruler of France. Now Louis Napoleon was about to face death, and his dream would most likely be annihilated following the death beside Louis Napoleon!

The ashamed Pescini's mind was blank, and he no longer wanted to hear any bad news.

Jerome's going downstairs made the thing that Pessini least wanted to face before him.

Almost all eyes were on Jerome, with despair and pleading in their eyes.

Jerome's heart is also a little heavy. The dim kerosene lamp shines on his face that resembles the emperor (Emperor Napoleon), adding a touch of sanctity to it. him.

"Emperor..." Pessini opened his mouth and almost called out the word "Your Majesty". After observing him carefully, he found that the faces of Jerome and the emperor were still very different, so he quickly changed his words: " Your Royal Highness, His Majesty's body..."

Pessini didn't dare to continue asking, and waited for Jerome's reply with two points of confusion, three points of trepidation and five points of anxiety.

"Your Majesty, he..." Jerome said with difficulty, "Let you go there!"

The mood of Pescini and others seemed to fall into the abyss, and the last hope was shattered.

The emperor still couldn't wait for a miracle.

Pescini opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't say a word.

Tailan's tears flowed in his eyes without listening.

"You are the emperor's most loyal friends and partners, so..." Jerome Bonaparte moaned in a low voice and said to Tai Lan and others: "Go up!"

Jerome walked to the front of the team, followed by Persini, Fleury, Tyran and others.

It took less than 1 minute to complete the itinerary, but Pessini and others walked for 2 minutes.

When Jerome Bonaparte opened the room, everyone saw the gesture of the monarch/prince they were loyal to.

The servant in charge of taking care of Louis Napoleon's daily life couldn't help sobbing softly, and Fleury, a tough man who had experienced battles in Algeria, also had a slightly sour nose.

"Come in..." Louis Napoleon's weak and hoarse voice came.

Everyone enters the room, this may be the last order of Louis Napoleon.

"Pessini!" Louis Napoleon called out to Pessini first.

"Your Majesty, I'm here!" Pessini said in a crying voice.

"Pessini...ahem... my friend..." Louis Napoleon said to Pessini while coughing, "You fight with me,

We fought together to overthrow the dynasty and went to prison together! I thought we would ascend the throne of France together, now it seems that God does not love me! "

"Your Majesty, you will be fine! I assure God!" Pessini's voice became even more choked up. Decades of following him and Louis Napoleon have become not just a monarch and an attendant, but more like A pair of friends, Persini was not willing to accept the death of Louis Napoleon.

"Pissini, don't comfort me anymore! I know my physical condition! As I am dying, I hope you can promise me a condition!" Louis Napoleon's voice gradually weakened, and his breath gradually became more rapid: " This is my plea to you as a friend!"

"Your Majesty, your will is my direction!" Pessini said to Louis Napoleon obediently.

"I hope you can...help my cousin...take the rights of France! This is the only request I make to you as your friend!"

As the Louis Bonaparte group, second only to Louis Napoleon, Pessini holds the largest voice besides Louis Bonaparte, and is also the candidate for connecting the hidden Bonapartists in France.

If Pessini is unwilling to assist Jerome, Jerome will need to spend a lot of effort to reintegrate Louis Napoleon's forces.

Of course, Persini can only continue to follow in the footsteps of Bonaparte.

Looking at the dying Louis Napoleon, Persini's heart is full of gratitude. The Louis Napoleon conspiracy group will not dissipate because of Louis Napoleon's death. They will be loyal to the new monarch until he ascends the throne of France .

"Your Majesty's will is my direction!" Pesini reiterated again.

Louis Napoleon smiled in satisfaction.

Next, Louis Napoleon talked to everyone present.

"Jerome, come here! I have something to tell you!" Louis Napoleon's voice was so weak that he couldn't hear it unless he listened carefully.

Jerome came to Louis Napoleon's bedside, with his right ear close to the profile of Louis Napoleon.

"Remember...you must...obtain the approval of the United Kingdom...remember my agreement with them..."

"I see!" Jerome Bonaparte pursed his lips to express his understanding.

Louis Napoleon lay down and slowly closed his eyes as if all his strength had been exhausted.

Dimly, he seemed to see that he became the president of the Second Republic, and then became the emperor of the empire through a coup. After being introduced, he married a lady from Spain and gave birth to his first legal son. He had won the Russian Empire that his uncle hadn't won...but he didn't find his cousin in his dream.

This ending seems to be good!

Louis Napoleon died at 0:02 on May 1, 1848 at the age of 40.