C2009 Queen Ou Renni

Versailles, Hall of Mirrors!

Here again, in this room that Napoleon loved the most, came a muffled and painful sound. The guard at the door had a pale face, as he knew exactly what was going on behind the door, but he absolutely did not dare to open the door to persuade her.

Because at this moment, Napoleon III was about to go crazy.

Napoleon didn't drink too much, nor was he addicted to drugs. His way of resisting pressure was mainly by relying on his own firm will, which was a determination unique to Napoleon's family.

He had used his willpower to fortify the situation, successfully allowing him to survive the prison cells and the failure of each of his riots … It had to be admitted that Napoleon being able to revive his uncle's empire was completely related to his unswerving determination and personality.

However, there will always be a day when one becomes old, and there will always be a time when one's energy is lacking, no matter how strong one is. Especially during these past few years when Napoleon III felt that his national destiny was not going well.

He was no longer the iron man he used to be. This was the first time he felt weak.

What was even more terrifying was that in order to relieve the pressure, he chose to drink the absinthe.

The absinthe of the nineteenth century did not have the scientific technology of purification, and the absinthe of this era had strong hallucinogenic properties.

He placed a specially made silver spoon on top of the glass and placed a square candy on top of it. Then, he roasted it with flames and dripped the melted sugar onto the absinthe, softening the sweet and spicy taste.

This was the devil's poison, the hallucinogen that could make him crave honey. It was Napoleon's only method to relieve the pressure.

The table was a mess, with a few important telegrams scattered across the floor, all of which contained shocking information about the East.

Molière was cast alive into the ground, becoming a kneeling statue trampled on by tens of thousands of people.

In the Sri Lanka, the French battleship that came to demonstrate their might were destroyed by the explosion of the Zhiyuan Warship without any warning.

What a deranged Chinese! But this was not the end. After the united fleet entered the Suez Canal, he actually dared to brazenly attack the colonies there, and even sent his army to board the lands in the Middle East.

How disrespectful, this was a provocation towards France's Scarlet Fruit!

But he did not expect that the next few rounds of telegrams would cause the French Emperor to not even have the strength to scold him.

In the end, Counsellor La Ku gave the Chinese a statement of apology and compensation of seven million Gold franc.

Napoleon III did not have the strength to get angry anymore.

"What is Xiao Letian relying on? Why is he not afraid of French revenge? " This was the first time Napoleon had doubted himself.

Previously, he thought that all of Xiao Letian's craziness was simply suicidal. The France had plenty of ways to squash this little bug.

However, as time passed, he suddenly discovered that this enemy of the East was getting stronger and stronger, until finally he was strong enough to defeat Sha Russia!

"How many years has it been since he rose in power? How could he have such strength?

From the start of the war with the Far East, Napoleon's strong self-confidence had begun to waver. Perhaps he was really old, the heroic feeling in his heart was gone, facing the aggressive Chinese, he suddenly had an illusion.

"Xiao Letian must be the incarnation of Attila the Huns … Yes yes yes, it must be, he is the Whip of God! "

"Hahaha …" This was the experience of history. Every few hundred years, Europe would be whipped by the Asian barbarians! King of Huns, Mongolian, now there's another Xiao Letian … "

"My God! How many sins do we have, and why do you use this whip from the East every time... "

Napoleon III, who was inside the Hall of Mirrors, had already completely fallen into the illusion created by the absinthe. Numerous demonized cavalry unit appeared in front of him, all of them had distorted and hideous eastern faces.

The guards outside of Hall of Mirrors were perspiring profusely. They knew clearly that the more they knew about these big figures, the more danger they would face. What if the Emperor silenced them?

"God bless me, don't let anything go wrong, don't let something go wrong while I'm on duty …"

Perhaps God had actually heard the pitiful people's prayers. In the dim light of the quiet corridor late at night, a few light footsteps could be heard in the distance.

The attendant turned his head and looked, and under the dim yellow candlelight, his mouth opened wide in shock. God bless, Queen... "You're back!"

The guards could not hide the joy in their hearts, the person who had just arrived was the Queen of Napoleon III, Ou Yanni.

"Esteemed empress, you're back …" Everyone hurriedly bowed in respect. Only then did they notice that Empress Eugenie was still wearing her outer cloak. She had just returned to Paris, and had rushed here without even changing her clothes.

"What is the situation, Your Majesty? Why did he not live in the Tuileries' Palace? Why did you move here to the Versailles … "

No one would dare to answer this question, since they could not answer either. Everyone could not say that Tuileries' Palace is the palace where you and your wife have lived for a long time, while you are not interested in it, right?

Actually, Empress Eugenie was well aware of this matter. In the last six or seven years, the relationship between husband and wife had already broken down, and Napoleon III had several mistresses in Paris.

On the surface, the Empress Eugenie's visit to Scotland and Germany this time was to calm the dire situation in Europe. In fact, the Queen was more willing to avoid this pervert, rather than meet him again at the police station.

However, husband and wife were husband and wife, even if they no longer had any feelings for each other, they were still a community of interests.

Opening the door, a unique, pungent smell of absinthe came out. Queen Eugenie frowned, "Oh god, why are you drinking this damned thing again!"

In front of Napoleon, tens of thousands of Huns were charging towards him. He screamed out in fear, hid, and struggled … He brandished the illusory, non-existent sword in his hand.

Just as he was about to be submerged by the tide of cavalry, a beautiful angel suddenly descended from the sky, flying slowly towards him.

"Angel... The angel blew the horn... "Save me, please save me!" With that said, Napoleon III pounced over, he wanted to embrace the beautiful Angel, and he even wanted to suck the sweet milk from the Angel's chest.

'Pa! 'A crisp sound was heard. The angel was gone, and the only thing in sight was the angry wife of the yellow-faced woman, who slapped him out of his reverie.

"Someone come!" Pack your things and send your majesty back to the Tuileries' Palace! This place stinks of a coquettish woman! "