The French are famous all over the world for their love for artworks. This is a national gene that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Their love for artworks can allow them to transcend barriers such as politics or blood and ethnicity.
It is true that some of the people who rushed into the Tuileries Palace were eager to cause havoc, but the rational voices in the crowd soon overpowered his crazy actions.
The large-scale destruction of cultural relics was forcibly stopped!
However, the destruction can be stopped, but theft cannot be stopped. Although no one destroys the sculptures and paintings on the wall and cannot take them away, the precious displays of those small pieces have become their trophies.
The maids in the palace screamed in horror, and those who were not taken away by the queen watched helplessly as thugs rushed into each room and snatched away the rare treasures.
A comb studded with pearls and gems, a decanter carved from a whole piece of natural crystal, paper knives made of gold and silver, and gold pens on the desk are all their trophies...
Any blind waiter who tried to stop them would be beaten, but more maids and attendants also understood that the situation was over, and quickly mixed with these people to start the robbery together.
The middle-aged man wearing glasses kept shouting in the crowd, "This is the country's wealth... Any new government must protect this wealth, you can't rob it like this..."
"Get out of here..." A big foot from behind kicked him aside.
"You are the one who said that works of art cannot be destroyed, and you are the one who refuses to take them... You are the King's lackey, you are a spy among the people!"
"This is the wealth obtained by the Bonaparte family by squeezing the people. Why can't it be returned to the people's hands!"
"Yes, that's right... If we don't smash it, we're already showing mercy. Do we still want to leave it here for the next emperor to enjoy?"
"You are just a royalist! Are you still waiting to support the crown prince on the throne? Beat him..."
A group of people quickly beat the man with glasses until he couldn't move, and the glass lenses were kicked and crushed.
"Wealth... is... belongs to the whole people... How can you steal it from your own home..." The man with glasses, vomiting blood, hit the back of his head on a marble pillar with a clang, his eyes darkened and he fainted.
At this moment, the Tuileries Palace has become a vegetable garden for the thugs. With the addition of the palace maids and attendants, more treasures have been discovered.
Queen Eugenie could not take away all the treasures no matter how much she tidied up. Two generations of emperors had accumulated countless wealth in this palace.
With a bang, the door of the banquet hall was knocked open by the mob. The scene inside made the people who had never seen the market burst into cheers.
"The banquet... God, there is such a grand banquet..."
When Queen Eugenie left, she lied to the people in the palace that she was going to hold a banquet, so the royal chef carefully prepared a large table of delicacies. The long dining table covered with white napkins was filled with all kinds of delicacies.
The gold and silver tableware sparkled in the sun, and the top-grade porcelain imported from the Ming Dynasty was covered with paintings of exotic landscapes. What was even more attractive were these tempting delicacies.
Roast veal, braised oxtail, buttered oysters, foie gras full of sauce, caviar imported from Tsarist Russia, lobster as thick as an adult's arm...
There were also mountains of fruits. What shocked these people the most was that there was a red wine fountain on one side of the dining table!
The snow-white marble-carved flower pot is filled with mellow red wine. The mechanism inside is always open, and the red wine spurts out to a height of more than 20 centimeters.
In the center of the basin, a statue of Dionysus, the god of wine, is drinking!
"Oh God! What a wealth and luxury this is. They actually use red wine as a fountain!"
"Come and have a taste, this red wine is actually ice!"
"Of course, there is an official road connected to the ice cellar under the red wine fountain, and the red wine is chilled!" The attendant with his arms filled with Ming Dynasty porcelain said with great pride.
"This fountain cannot be drunk dry... I looked at it this morning. There are twelve large barrels of wine connected to the wine cellar below, enough for all of us to drink!"
"Long live!" These are all hungry ghosts. They rush to the table like crazy, grab the food with their hands and stuff it into their mouths.
Although the delicacies have gone cold, the palace delicacies are still beyond the imagination of these ordinary people. In this era, although the living standards of Europeans are much better than those in the Middle Ages, famine still appears from time to time.
Ordinary people only eat potato soup with black bread every day, and are reluctant to even drink milk. In their lives, many Asian and South American specialty spices are beyond their imagination.
Food is always inseparable from all kinds of top-quality spices. Even a sausage has a texture that a child who grew up in a slum has never tasted in his life.
This is the ultimate taste. The aroma of delicious food stimulates their taste buds. Of course, there are also wines that can be drunk freely. Those drunkards even bury their heads in the wine pool.
So extravagant and lustful! Only at this moment did they realize how amazing the enjoyment of the emperors and nobles was, and how poverty even limited their imagination.
The Tuileries Palace was a disaster, and this group of refugee-like thugs rushed in. Even the gold paint on the gilt furniture was hung with knives.
Those who really understood the market were those who were more or less educated in the crowd. They didn't care about gold and silverware at all, but focused on various palace books and documents.
Especially those ancient sheepskin scrolls with a history of hundreds of years have become the focus of their search.
This thing is not heavy. Cut off a large piece of curtain and use it as a baggage. The ancient sheepskin scrolls and rare books were packed and carried behind your back. This package of books is worth a thousand times the same weight of gold!
Everyone was looting crazily, and it was not until the labor movement leaders sent by Blanqui appeared that the situation was brought under control.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy... It has taken this long and you didn't even burn the imperial flag on top of the palace? Do you want to be tried?"
The National Guard armed with weapons rushed in, and the thugs who were fishing in troubled waters were frightened. They fled like flies from the various doors and windows of the palace, and all kinds of treasures were scattered on the floor.
Guards soldiers armed with guns shouted and rushed to the roof of the palace. They looked down at the entire Paris, and the revolutionary passion in their chests suddenly burned.
"Destroy this damn empire!"
"France is reborn!"
Kerosene was poured on the Imperial flag and the national emblem, and the raging fire immediately engulfed everything. Almost at the same time, black smoke rose from all places in Paris where the Imperial flag was flying.
An old era is finally over!
