Make France Great Again

The people in the mansion seem to have heard the carriage outside the mansion.

After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a black Flacco coat with a white brooch on his chest appeared and nodded slightly for Fleury who was sitting in the driver's seat outside the mansion. Fleury quickly got off the driver's seat After handing over the reins of the horse's head to the middle-aged man, Persie in the carriage got up first to open the door and lowered the steps.

Jerome got up and glanced at Percy, who was at the bottom of the stairs, and slowly got off the car. He turned his eyes to the middle-aged man who was leading the horse, and forced a smile on his solemn expression.

"Teran, long time no see!" Jerome said with a dry London accent.

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

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

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

With a glimmer of hope, Jerome asked: "Cousin, how is he... now?"

After a few seconds of silence, Tai Lan replied hesitantly: "Your Majesty... the situation is not optimistic... the body is always hot... and is always vomiting and diarrhea... In short...Your Highness, you will know when you go in and take a look. "

After all, Tailan led the carriage and left. He really didn't want to pass on his sad emotions to Jerome who hadn't entered the mansion yet.

After hearing Tailan's response, Jerome felt another pain in his heart.

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

Percy, who was standing beside Jerome, looked at Jerome with a pale face, pointed to the small mansion and said, "Your Highness, Your Majesty is waiting for you in the mansion!"

Jerome, who came back to his senses, walked to the door of the mansion in three steps in two steps.

Looking at the gate of the mansion washed with brown paint in front of him, Jerome didn't have the courage to push the gate open, and Percy at the side stretched out his hand and gently pushed the gate 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 integration of the Empire period and the Rococo period. Under the luxurious exterior, it inadvertently revealed the aura of a nouveau riche.

The red drapery hanging by the window is hooked on the left and right sides of the window by bronze hooks, and the hazy (sunlight is obscured by the smog produced by industrialization) sunlight shines on the faded red Turkish wool blanket, clinging to it. The copper-plated railings of the stairs on the first and second floors of the wall are also shining brightly under the sunlight.

This is an exquisite product of more than 30 years, which has been maintained by the exquisite owner for more than 30 years. Time has not left a single scratch on this exquisite product, but it also stays in the More than 30 years ago, the fusion product of the imperial period and the Rococo period was doomed to be unable to adapt to today's rapidly developing industrialized society. More and more "upstarts" who squeezed into the upper class will determine the direction of the entire era with their strong assets .

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

While observing the layout of the mansion, Jerome followed Percy's pace 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, Percy 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.

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

"Let me come!"

Just when Percy was about to push the door in, Jerome stopped Percy and held the doorknob tightly.

Some things still need to be faced with calmness.

Jerome took a deep breath to calm himself down. He pushed on the door with one hand, and gripped the handle tightly with the other hand, and gently pushed the door open.

With the sound of "creak" and "creak" from the door, everything inside the door came into Jerome's sight.

A middle-aged man half-lyed on a gorgeous brown-yellow carved four-corner post bed. He turned his head to the position near his left hand. Beside his right hand was a beautiful but teary-eyed man with golden hair. The woman held her hand tightly with the middle-aged man's, and followed the middle-aged man to look behind the door.

Behind the woman is a doctor in a black dress with his back to the door. His up and down movements seem to be messing 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 love girl.

Historically, he will 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 lifelong consul of France. In 1852, he was crowned as the emperor of France.

Of course Miss Howard would also break up with him after he became emperor.

However, it seems that everything will come to nothing.

Louis Bonaparte's face, which was getting thinner due to the torture of illness, looked at Jerome in a moment of astonishment, and then showed a gratified expression. He stretched out his bony arms and said in a hoarse voice: "My cousin, You are finally here!"

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

All the blond woman could do was gently stroke his back to relieve the middle-aged man's pain.

"Thirsty...I want to drink water...drink water!" Louis Bonaparte moaned in pain, his hands kept groping back and forth for the wardrobe next to the post bed, but he couldn't reach the water glass.

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

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

Jerome cholera, which was "warned" by doctors, was later called a Class A infectious disease. Its infection speed 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 and remained silent.

Napoleon III, who was held by the arm, stopped moaning and looked at his cousin, his dry lips seemed to want to say something!

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

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