"Persili, tell me what happened? What happened to my cousin!"
Pesiri's expression caused little Jérôme's originally calm heart to stir. His smiling face gradually turned into a solemn expression. His drooping hands unconsciously caressed the brown leather trousers, and he kept thinking about his past life in his mind. data of".
I forgot to mention that in his previous life, little Jérôme was a senior European history enthusiast. He was proficient in the history after the Great Revolution. He didn’t know which god he had offended. At that time, he was reading a historical book called "The Biography of Napoleon III" information, and then was forced to travel through time.
For four months, little Jerome did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary. He was afraid that he, a little butterfly, would flap his wings and destroy his cousin's throne, which would make everyone laugh.
As long as his cousin becomes the emperor of the empire, he can become a powerful prince.
As for losing the throne in the future Franco-Prussian War? Little Jérôme would never let it happen.
"No, my cousin shouldn't be busy at this time!"
According to the information that little Jérôme "clearly" "remembers" from his past life, his cousin returned to Paris in April, was then kicked out of the country, and returned to Paris again in July to run for president.
Louis Bonaparte of the historical line ascended to the presidency smoothly.
Unexpectedly, despite all precautions, my butterfly wings flew from Paris to London.
"Your Majesty, he..." Pesili lowered his head and sighed, and said hesitantly: "He has cholera, I'm afraid..."
The word "cholera" hit Jerome's heart like two heavy hammers. An indescribable emptiness poured into Jerome's heart, followed by a brief palpitations.
This feeling comes from the soul acting on Jerome's body, causing him to lean backward slightly, and his knees seem to have been pulled out of strength, and he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Fleury's quick eyesight and quick hands helped Jerome, so Jerome would not be embarrassed.
Jérôme, who was supported by Fleury, roared word by word: "Mr. Persili! You promised me to take good care of him dutifully. What is going on! Why did he become infected, cousin?" Cholera!"
In the 19th century, when there were no antibiotics or penicillin, and even medicine was transforming from chaos to a system, the most common and fatal disease was "cholera". No matter you were a prince, general or ordinary citizen, as long as you were infected If you have cholera, you have to shed a layer of skin even if you don't die.
Persili, who felt Jerome's anger, responded cautiously: "Your Majesty, he may have been infected when he was a vigilante in Britain! Some time ago, that strange disease was prevalent in Britain!" [Note 1]
"Vigilante? A leader of the Bonaparte family and a prince become a vigilante?" Jérôme smiled angrily and pointed at Pessili and yelled: "What on earth do you do for a living! Aunt Hortense, father, sister and so on The entire Bonaparte family entrusted you with the "leadership" of the Bonaparte family, and you did nothing! If you hadn't encouraged your cousin in the first place, he wouldn't have embarked on this path..."
The resentment hidden deep in his soul was vented through Jerome's mouth, and Persili could only express that he had not fulfilled his role as a minister.
After some bloody abuse, Jerome asked again: "Where is my cousin now?"
"King St. James Street, under the care of Miss Howard!" Persili, who looked dispirited after being scolded by Jérôme, hurriedly responded.
"Why don't you put..."
Jérôme, who was about to scold Pesiri for not sending his cousin to the hospital, suddenly remembered.
In the 19th century, an era when medical facilities were not perfect, the environment in public hospitals and even some private hospitals was not as good as at home. Most of the doctors in public hospitals were part-time doctors. Many doctors still used their poor skills without taking the professional examination for doctors. Tufangzi earns tips.
The operating table filled with flies, the gauze stained with oil, and the unsterilized scalpel seemed to be a challenge given by God to the gentlemen of the 19th century.
Compared to a dirty hospital, staying at home is a good choice.
Of course, these situations only apply to the rich. Workers without money can only enjoy treatment from crappy doctors at street charity hospitals.
Jérôme Bonaparte shouted to Persiri and Fleury: "Go away now!"
Under the guidance of Fleury, Jérôme Bonaparte arrived at a dark black carriage with an eye-catching Bonaparte logo printed on the side of the carriage.
This carriage is obviously not a temporary rental, but used by the cousin for daily communication.
A good carriage costs about 2,400 francs, and including fodder and other miscellaneous items, it costs about 4,000 francs per year.
Jérôme concluded that his cousin might have used his father's inheritance as collateral to borrow new debts to pay off old debts.
Jérôme opened the door and got into the carriage, followed closely by Persili. Fleury sat in the driver's seat of the carriage and held the horse's head with one hand, waving the whip with the other hand.
"Sit tight!" The carriage began to move with Fleury's skillful skills.
…
Jerome in the carriage closed his eyes and thought about the next road.
Persili, who was sitting opposite Jerome, looked around uneasily and glanced at Jerome from time to time.
The carriage swerved left and right under the driving of Fleury, and soon left the slums of London's East End. After crossing Waterloo Bridge, it continued to move forward. Shafbury Street/St. Martin's Church, the dividing line of the "two worlds" So close.
Behind the carriage is a low, dilapidated three-story building, but in front of the carriage are rows of small apartments.
Looking to the left in the direction of St. Martin's Church, you can even see the towering spire of Buckingham Palace.
A church and an iron bridge separate poverty and wealth.
After entering Schafflitz Street, the police force around them increased significantly. Vigilantes wearing shabby uniforms and holding revolvers could be seen patrolling every ten meters on the street.
Even the shops have become cleaner and tidier, and the noise of the slums has also disappeared.
The well-dressed gentlemen also nodded to each other.
In order to prevent a collision, Fleury slowed down his horse and walked through the streets of Shafburitz, stopping at a small mansion at the end of King St. James Street.
"Your Highness, we are here!" Pesiri's voice reached Jerome's ears.
Jérôme slowly opened his eyes.
PS: 1. After Louis Bonaparte fled from Strasbourg to London, he volunteered to serve as a vigilante in the London area, bringing his own rations, and suppressed the workers' charter movement brewing in Britain in April.
