When Manshun counted Xiao Letian's sins to the Battle of the Far East, and when the Zhiyuan privately imprisoned Emperor Tongzhi, the little emperor finally broke out.
I saw Zai Chun rushing forward and kicking Man Shun to the ground, "You slave! Are you someone you can humiliate, the Imperial Master? Who are you? Do you dare to settle the merits and demerits of the head of state?"
"Fuck you, can I get out of the Forbidden City without a master?" Just kick him.
"Slave dog, how can I get out of the Qing Dynasty without the head of state?" He went up and kicked him again.
"Without Xiao Letian, how can I accept new knowledge? I don't even know the earth is round!" He went up and connected his three legs.
At this moment, Zai Chun's face was filled with tears. He kicked Man Shun and defended his master at the same time. All the good things Xiao Letian had done to him came to his mind.
At the end of the beating, Emperor Tongzhi was so weak that he collapsed on the sofa, covering his face with his hands and crying loudly.
"Master...wuwuwu...why are you! Why are you unwilling to be my loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty?"
"Uuuuuuuuuah... Master! Why don't you accept your fate? Why don't you accept my destiny as the Qing Dynasty?"
"The destiny of China lies in the Qing Dynasty! I am the emperor! I really want to give you, Master, a prosperous ending for all generations. Why don't you just follow me! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
"Why is that! I'm ready to make you the side-by-side king... Hereditary disregard... Wuwuwu... Why don't you pity your apprentice's filial piety at all!"
"I beg you, please...please don't rebel, can you? Zaichun, I'm scared...I'm really scared!"
Emperor Tongzhi slipped and slid off the sofa, kneeling directly on the stall, facing the direction of Bavaria. Emperor Tongzhi knocked his head on the carpet and cried bitterly.
"Master... don't die... your soul will return... I'm scared... I'm really scared..."
That night Aixinjueluo Zaichun completely turned into a schizophrenic madman.
Some people cried, and others laughed. At this moment, the chaotic city of Paris returned to its seemingly prosperous and peaceful atmosphere. The workers' demonstrations subsided. The Crown Prince used his personal charm to successfully exchange for a short-term ceasefire agreement between the two parties. .
All Napoleon III paid was to send his nephew to prison to await trial. When Victor Nova's coffin was successfully buried in Père Lachaise Cemetery, the French Guards received the emperor's order: Like a wolf and a tiger, they rushed to the home of Prince Pierre Bonaparte.
Amidst the horrified screams of a group of women, the prince was dragged out of bed while he was having sex, and this scene was recorded by the accompanying reporters.
The emperor's high profile did bring some relief to the mood of some people. When they saw the frightened expression of the prince in the newspaper, half of their resentment dissipated.
It must be said that the people of that era were still kind or cowardly. Their revolutionary enthusiasm was not high, and their revolutionary will was not firm. All bloody struggles actually required compromises from emperors, generals and ministers.
With this compromising attitude, a glimmer of hope arose in the hearts of the people. They began to imagine that the emperor would begin to improve people's livelihood and pay attention to the happiness of extremely poor families. Perhaps in the future, when the threat of war is lifted, people's lives will really be much better. .
With hope in people's hearts, there was no motivation for unrest. Order was quickly restored in Paris, and production and life quickly resumed. In just three days, all traces of the riots were cleared away.
The easing of the domestic situation made the Emperor ecstatic, but he did not expect even happier things to follow. Bavaria's intelligence spies successfully spied on the news of Xiao Letian's visit, and the Emperor quickly made his own decision.
On the one hand, he sent the Foreign Minister, Duke Clermont, to secretly go to the Castle of Neuschwanstein in the Alps. Even Prince Liutpod did not expect that the status of the French emissary was so high, and that the Foreign Minister actually dispatched it himself.
On the other hand, the French Emperor gave the spies in Bavaria the highest operational privileges. He allowed these spies to assassinate Xiao Letian by any means without asking for instructions.
It was precisely with the secret order of the French Emperor that the European version of the "Huanggutun Incident" came about.
When news of the successful assassination reached Paris, Napoleon III roared crazily in the palace, and the Tuileries Palace echoed with the French emperor's cries and howls.
"Banquet, I'm going to have a banquet, pass on my orders, let all my most loyal ministers come to the party, I won't come back until I'm drunk!"
The Tuileries Palace was brightly lit and bustling with people. The princes and nobles brought their wives and children to the palace. The mountain-like champagne tower allowed people to drink freely, and the cold dining tables were more than a hundred meters apart.
For this enjoyable banquet, Napoleon III even ordered fishermen along the coast of France to catch the most precious blue lobster. In just one day, the rare blue lobsters on the French market were wiped out by the emperor.
Good wine, delicious food, beautiful music...the Tuileries Palace is a scene of wealth and prosperity. People are intoxicated here. How many aristocratic ladies will lose their virginity today? How many ladies have given their husbands a cuckold again? This cannot be counted.
However, Crown Prince Eugène Bonaparte saw with his own eyes four or five pairs of familiar figures sneaking into a certain unoccupied room, and he could hear the sounds of small animals inside as he passed by.
The crown prince frowned in disgust, but he couldn't control this kind of thing. Europe just didn't have the restraints of etiquette like China. Even the Pope couldn't control this kind of thing.
"What a shame! It's better to be in the ancient Eastern countries, where people all know etiquette, justice and shame!"
Just as the crown prince was cursing secretly in his heart, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Dear Prince, can I have a chat with you?" When he turned around, he saw that it was Montauban, Duke of Baliqiao.
"Hello Duke, very willing!"
"Your Highness, are you really prepared to take your brother to court? I remind you that if a prince of the royal family is tried, this will be very detrimental to the reputation of the royal family!"
"And those poor devils are always trying to get beyond their means. Once they succeed the first time, they will have extravagant requests for the second time... There is no end!"
Eugène Bonaparte smiled, "I think your argument, Duke, is a bit biased. I think this kind of thing should be done legally and law-abidingly. If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Otherwise, what's the point of the existence of the law?"
"Oh? But Your Highness, have you ever thought about it, if the jury allows those union members to participate, what if the result of the trial is the death penalty? Are you really ready to let your brother go to the execution ground..."
Before they finished speaking, a loud voice sounded from behind the two of them, "Who should we let go to the execution ground? Those damn Chinese? Or those bastards from Prussia?"
When he turned around, he saw the drunk emperor walking over.
