Make France Great Again

The day after the upper and lower houses of the British Kingdom unanimously agreed to give the British army and navy the right to declare war against the Qajar dynasty under certain circumstances, major newspapers reported on the decision of the upper and lower houses.

The Times, the Manchester Guardian and the newly established Daily Mail (established in June 1855) adopted a neutral view of the decision of the upper and lower houses.

Newspapers leaning towards the royal party and the parliament maintained a positive attitude towards this action by the two houses. They believed that the proposal passed by the British Kingdom would help maintain Britain's leadership in India and prevent the Qajar dynasty from bringing harm to India. Danger is coming.

Progressive forces led by Dr. Ma have severely criticized Britain's proposal. They believe that Britain's proposal tramples on Europe's universal values.

"As long as Britain subjectively believes that the Qajar Dynasty has violated their interests, then they will choose to suppress it... I hope readers can take a look at the map to see how far the Qajar Dynasty is from India, and don't be confused by some newspapers contaminated, thus becoming an accomplice of the invaders..."

Although there are a number of conscientious writers like Dr. Ma in Britain, there are too few such people in Britain as a whole.

So much so that Dr. Ma's voice was soon drowned out by the influx of abuse, and Dr. Ma himself also received several death threat letters from unknown sources.

However, these actions of the British radical people are still too young for Dr. Ma, who has experienced many battles. Dr. Ma, who has developed the habit of saber fighting in German classes since childhood, is not afraid of death threats at all, and he still writes without hesitation.

Articles of current political commentary were born under Dr. Ma, published on the front page of newspapers, and then traveled across the ocean to the hands of Jérôme Bonaparte.

At this time, Jérôme Bonaparte was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, reading a newspaper, and the newspaper he was reading was Dr. Ma's follow-up comments on the "Qaga Dynasty Declaration of War" incident.

After reading the review, Jerome Bonaparte put down the newspaper, shook his head and praised: "You are worthy of being called Dr. Marx. Every article is worthy of careful evaluation."

Speaking of this, Jérôme Bonaparte gently touched his chin and said to himself: "However, if he can not mention me at the end of the article, or if he can leave a little emotion behind his words, then Better!"

Although Jérôme Bonaparte complained that the end of each article by Dr. Ma would inevitably hurt him, he was still very happy in his heart.

After all, not everyone can receive criticism from their mentor.

Just as Jérôme Bonaparte was reminiscing, a knock on the door came from outside the room.

Jérôme Bonaparte stood up at lightning speed and sat next to the desk, then put the newspaper in the drawer.

"The Beauty of the Sun and the Moon"

After doing this, Jerome Bonaparte cleared his throat again and said toward the door: "Who is it?"

"Your Majesty, I am Basilio!" Basilio responded to Jerome Bonaparte in the room.

"Basilio! Come in!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Basilio.

Basilio entered the study, and Jerome Bonaparte asked again: "Basilio, what can I do for you?"

"Your Majesty, Prince Pierre Bonaparte wants to meet with you!" Basilio replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Huh?" Jérôme Bonaparte had a look of surprise on his face, and said to himself in surprise: "My cousin Pierre, when did you become so polite!"

Basilio did not speak, but quietly waited for Jerome Bonaparte's next instruction.

"Let him in!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to Basilio with a smile.

After a while, Prince Pierre Bonaparte entered the study.

Jérôme Bonaparte quickly stood up, walked to Pierre Bonaparte with a smile on his face, shook hands with him, and said enthusiastically, "Cousin, you are here!"

"Your Majesty!" Pierre Bonaparte said to Jerome Bonaparte in a low voice: "The purpose of my coming here is to apologize for the unpleasantness that happened to you here a few days ago!"

"Nothing!" Jérôme Bonaparte pretended to be generous and said to Pierre Bonaparte: "It is inevitable that there will be some small frictions between relatives, these are all things of the past!

Furthermore, my tone of voice at that time was also very bad!

If you want to apologize, I should apologize too! "

"No! Your Majesty, you are the monarch of an empire, and your will is the will of the entire country! Therefore I should apologize to you!" Pierre Bonaparte said to Jerome Bonaparte humbly.

"Okay!" Jerome Bonaparte gently grabbed Pierre Bonaparte's arm with his hand to show his enthusiasm, "We two still don't want you to push me, I will push you!

In this way, chatting doesn’t feel like family at all. We share the same blood and should collaborate and tolerate each other!

Only in this way can we prevent those people outside from seeing our jokes! "

Jerome Bonaparte paused for a moment, and then said to Pierre Bonaparte with a seemingly sincere expression: "You should know that the French royal family has never been more than the Bonaparte family!

The orthodox heir, the Count of Chambord, and the Orleanist heir, the Count of Paris (Pierre Bonaparte had an unnatural expression on his face when he heard about the Count of Paris), as well as those lurking in the countryside who were unwilling to integrate into the imperial system. The nobles have been waiting to see us embarrassed!

Just like we were watching them in the audience, so we must work together!

I can guarantee that as long as I sit on this seat for one day, the entire Bonaparte family will be prosperous and wealthy for one day!

If I am lucky enough to be able to regain my uncle's former glory, then my brother..."

Jérôme Bonaparte grabbed Pierre Bonaparte's hand with force, pretended to be very excited and said to him, "I can guarantee that you will become a king on par with me.

We will work together to rule the whole of Europe just like my uncle and father did during the First Empire! "

Jérôme Bonaparte's impassioned speech successfully deceived Pierre Bonaparte, a poor careerist.

Pierre Bonaparte did not have a desire to be a king in his heart, otherwise he would not try to seize Jerome Bonaparte's rights.

It's just that because of the cruelty of reality, he didn't dare to face his heart at all.

Jerome Bonaparte's chicken soup for the soul successfully revived Pierre Bonaparte's ambition that was about to wither. He looked at Jerome Bonaparte with a trace of regret in his eyes.

Maybe he doesn't know yet that I have betrayed him! Pierre Bonaparte couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

If he had known today, why would he have done it in the first place.

"Your Majesty, I..." Pierre Bonaparte wanted to tell Jerome Bonaparte the truth, but he was afraid that once he said it, the angry emperor would declare that he had lost the right to the throne.

"What's wrong! Cousin?" Jérôme Bonaparte still pretended not to know anything and looked at Pierre Bonaparte. In fact, in his heart, he also hoped that Pierre Bonaparte could be honest with him. At one point, this was the last chance he gave Pierre Bonaparte.

"No...nothing!" Pierre Bonaparte shook his head and responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

At this time, Pierre Bonaparte did not know that he had lost his last chance.

"By the way! Cousin, what do you think about serving as the ambassador to Florence?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Pierre Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty, actually I don't want to leave Paris!" Pierre Bonaparte replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Cousin, I actually don't want to let you go!" Jerome Bonaparte pretended to sigh and said to Pierre Bonaparte: "It's just that the Principality of Tuscany... no, it should be It is said that Italy must be guarded by someone!"

"Why?" Pierre Bonaparte asked Jerome Bonaparte curiously.

"Don't you notice that Italian nationalists are becoming more and more frequent in the Apennines?" Jerome Bonaparte said to Pierre Bonaparte.

After thinking for a moment, Pierre Bonaparte nodded and replied: "It seems so!"

"With the rise of Italian nationalists, the political landscape of the Apennine Peninsula will undergo earth-shaking changes! I asked you to go to the Apennine Peninsula just to wait for the nationalists to detonate it!

Once the nationalists detonate them, an unprecedented turmoil will inevitably occur throughout the Apennine Peninsula!

At that time, you, the ambassador, can secretly drive the nationalists to drive away the Habsburg rulers, and I can also lead the army into Central Italy in the name of protecting the Apennine Peninsula! Jérôme Bonaparte said to Pierre Bonaparte, "As long as we occupy the country driven out by the Habsburgs, we can establish a Bonaparte prince in this country!"

As long as we send troops quickly enough, Habsburg will have no way to stop it even if it wants to!

Because the economy of their country is in our hands, and as long as I am slightly unhappy, their economy will be in trouble.

So they didn’t dare to object at all!

And that prince..."

Jérôme Bonaparte hinted to Pierre Bonaparte, and Pierre Bonaparte's heart immediately accelerated two beats and his throat began to dry up.

"I...I understand!" Pierre Bonaparte said to Jerome Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, I will obey your order and serve as the ambassador to Florence!"

"Thank you for your hard work, cousin!" Jérôme Bonaparte patted Pierre Bonaparte on the shoulder.

After Pierre Bonaparte left, a sneer appeared on the corner of Jérôme Bonaparte's lips, and he muttered in a low voice: "Huh! You still want to be the king! Are you worthy?"