C2580 A few are happy and a few are sad

When Man Shun counted up Xiao Letian's crimes to the War of the Far East, and when the Zhiyuan Warship locked Tongzhi up privately, the little emperor finally exploded.

Zai Chun rushed forward and kicked Man Shun to the ground, "You dog slave! Can you humiliate the Imperial Advisor? "What are you, you dare to account for the achievements of the Führer?"

"Fuck you! Without a master, how could I leave the Forbidden City?" He went up with a kick.

"Dog slave, can I walk out of here without a leader?" Another kick.

"Without Xiao Letian, how could I accept new knowledge? I didn't even know that the earth was round! " There were three kicks on it.

At that moment, Zai Chun's face was filled with tears. As he kicked Man Shun to defend his master, all of the scenes that Xiao Letian had done for him surfaced in his mind.

At the end of the fight, Tongzhi lay weakly on the sofa as he covered his face and cried.

"Master …" Wu wu wu … Why are you doing this! Why are you unwilling to be my loyal servant? "

"Wuwuwu …" Master! Why aren't you resigned to your fate? Why don't you acknowledge my destiny? "

"China's destiny is clear! I am the Son of Heaven! I really want to give Master a happy ending, why don't you do it with me! "Sob, sob, sob …"

"Why is that!?" I'm ready to make you king of the shoulder... Inherited from a different world... Wu wu wu … How can you not pity your disciple's filial piety! "

"I'm begging you, I'm begging you …" Can you not rebel? Zai Chun, I'm scared … I'm really scared! "

Tongzhi slipped down from the sofa and directly knelt on the ground. Facing the direction of the Bavaria, he kowtowed and cried loudly on the carpet.

"Master …" Please don't die … Return of the Soul... I'm scared... "I'm really scared …"

That night, Ai Xinjueluozaichun became completely insane.

At this moment, the chaotic city had returned to its seemingly prosperous and peaceful atmosphere. The workers' demonstrations had subsided, and the crown prince had used his charm to exchange for a short ceasefire agreement between the two sides.

All Napoleon had done was to send his nephew to prison for trial. When Wei Keduonuowa's coffin was successfully buried in the Grazia Graveyard of Gods, the French imperial guards had received the emperor's order to rush to the prince Pierre like wolves and tigers. At Bonaparte's house.

Amidst the terrified screams of a group of women, the Prince, who was in the middle of sexually assaulting, was pulled out of bed, and this scene was recorded by all the reporters accompanying him.

French Emperor's high and mighty attitude did indeed cause a portion of the people's mood to soften. When they saw the frightened look on the Prince's face in the newspaper, the resentment in their hearts had also dissipated by half.

It had to be said that the people of that era were either kind or weak. Their passion for revolution was not high and their will for revolution was not strong. All the bloody battles were just a compromise between the emperor and the generals.

With such a compromising attitude, a glimmer of hope rose in the hearts of the citizens. They began to imagine that the Emperor would begin to improve the lives of the people, to pay attention to the well-being of the destitute families. Perhaps in the future, when the threat of war was lifted, the lives of the people would be much better.

With hope in their hearts, there was no longer any motivation for unrest. Paris quickly restored order, and their productive life was quickly restored. In just three short days, all traces of the rebellion had been completely wiped out.

The French Emperor was ecstatic, but he did not expect that the more joyous things would happen one after another. Bavaria's intelligence agents had successfully spied on Xiao Letian's visit, and French Emperor quickly made his own decision.

On the one hand, he had sent his Foreign Secretary, Duke Grimaud, to Swan Castle in the Alps in secret. Even the Prince Liutebode did not expect that the identity of the French emissary would be so high that the Foreign Minister had personally dispatched him.

On the other hand, the French Emperor had given the entire Bavaria the highest authority to act, allowing these spies to assassinate Xiao Letian without permission.

It was because of the French Emperor's order that the European version of the 'Royal Aunt Tun Incident' was created.

When the news of the assassination was spread to Paris, Napoleon III roared crazily in the palace.

"Banquet. I want to hold a banquet and pass on my orders. I want my most loyal subjects to gather here. I'm not leaving until I'm drunk!"

The Tuileries' Palace was brightly lit and filled with noise. The nobles brought their wives and children to the palace and let them drink in the mountainous Champagne pagoda. If they were to drink together, the cold dining tables would be much more than a hundred meters.

In order to enjoy this feast, Napoleon III even ordered the fishermen on the French coast to catch the most expensive blue lobster. In just a day's time, the rare blue lobster on the French market was all swept up by the emperor.

Beautiful wine, delicious food, beautiful music... The Tuileries' Palace was a scene of wealth and prosperity, everyone was intoxicated by it, how many noble ladies would lose their bodies today? How many women give their husbands a green hat again? There's no way to count.

However, the Crown Prince Eugen. With his own eyes, Bonaparte saw four or five pairs of familiar figures sneaking into an empty room, and he could hear the cacophony of small animals in the rooms as they passed by.

The Crown Prince frowned in disgust, but he couldn't do anything about it. There was no such thing as Chinese etiquette in Europe. Even the Pope couldn't do anything about it.

"What a shame! The ancient Eastern Kingdom is still the best.

Just as the Crown Prince was cursing in his heart, a voice suddenly came from behind him, "Your Royal Highness, may I have a chat with you?" When he turned around to look, he saw that it was Duke of oculi bridge, Montaubon.

"How do you do, Duke? Very much so!"

"Your Royal Highness, do you really intend to bring your brother to court? Let me remind you, if a prince of the royal family is to be tried, it will be very detrimental to the prestige of the royal family! "

"Moreover, those poor bastards are all greedy for money. If they succeed the first time, they will have a second time coming up with an extravagant request …" "There's no end!"

Eugen. Bonaparte smiled, "I feel that your argument is a bit off, Duke. I think we should abide by the law in this kind of thing. If we do something wrong, we should be punished. Otherwise, what is the meaning of the existence of the law?"

"Oh? But have you ever thought, Your Highness, that if the jury were to involve those union members, what if the outcome of the trial was the death penalty? "You really plan to let your brother go to the execution grounds …"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a loud and clear voice sound out from behind the two of them, "Who wants to go to the execution grounds? Let the damn Chinese go? Or the Prussian bastards? "

He turned around and saw a drunk emperor walking towards him.