Palace of Versailles, Hall of Mirrors!

It was here again, and it was Napoleon III's favorite room. A dull and painful sound sounded again. The guard at the door turned pale. He knew what was going on behind the door, but he would never dare to push open the door to persuade him.

Because Napoleon III is almost going crazy at this moment.

Napoleon III did not drink alcohol or drug addiction. His way of fighting pressure was mainly based on his firm will, which was the unique perseverance of the Napoleon family.

It was to use his willpower to force him to successfully survive the tragedy and the failure of riots... It must be admitted that Napoleon III was able to revive his uncle's empire, which was inseparable from his perseverance and unyielding character.

But people always have aging one day, and even the most powerful king always has moments of lack of energy. Especially in recent years, Napoleon III has increasingly felt that the country's fortune is not going well, and the pressure has been poured over like a mountain.

He is no longer the indomitable iron man in the past. This is the first time he has felt his weakness.

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

The 19th century absinthe did not have the scientific precision purification process that later generations had. The absinthe of this era had a strong hallucinogenicity.

Put a special silver spoon on the wine glass, put a sugar cube on it, then roast it with flames, and the melted sugar liquid is dripped into absinthe to let the sweetness soften the extremely spicy and stimulating taste.

This is the devil's poison. The hallucinogen that craved honey was the only way for Napoleon III to relieve stress.

The table was messy, and some important telegrams were scattered on the ground, and the shocking information about the East was all about.

Molière was cast underground with cement, becoming a kneeling statue trampled by thousands of people.

In Sri Lanka, the French warships that came to demonstrate were blown up by the Zhiyuan without any warning.

What a crazy Chinese! But this is not over. After the joint fleet entered the Suez Canal, he actually dared to bombard the French colonies and even sent the army to land in the Middle East.

How disrespectful, this is a barely provoked to France!

However, unexpectedly, the telegrams in the following few issues left the French emperor without even the strength to curse. The Sergeant in Port was in a melee, and the Maranta was seriously injured. The Chinese and British soldiers forcibly attacked the Harbor.

Until the end, Counselor Raku also gave the Chinese an apology statement and compensated seven million gold francs.

Napoleon III no longer had the strength to be angry, and so many things happened almost made his brain crash.

"What exactly did Xiao Letian rely on? Why wasn't he afraid of France's revenge?" This was the first time that Napoleon III had doubts about himself.

In the past, he thought that all Xiao Letian's madness was just seeking death, and France had some ways to crush this little bug.

But as time went by, he suddenly discovered that this enemy from the East was becoming stronger and stronger, until in the end he was so powerful that he could defeat Tsarist Russia!

"He has only been rising for a few years? How could he have such strength? Why is he worthy of it?"

After the Far East War, Napoleon's strong self-confidence began to shake. He might have been really old and his spirit was gone. Facing the aggressive Chinese, he suddenly had an illusion.

"Xiao Letian must be the incarnation of Attila, the King of the Huns... Yes, yes, he must be, he is the whip of God!"

"Hahaha... This is historical experience. Europe will be beaten by Asian barbarians every few hundred years! The King of the Huns, the Mongols, and now another Xiao Letian is here..."

"O God! How many sins do we have? Why do you wave this whip from the East every time..."

Napoleon III in the Mirror Hall had completely fallen into the hallucination created by absinthe. Countless demonized cavalry units appeared in front of him, all of which were twisted and hideous eastern holes, wrapped in wind and thunder from the north.

The guards outside the Mirror Hall were sweating coldly on their foreheads. They knew very well that the more they knew about these big men’s ugly behavior, the more dangerous they were. What if His Majesty the Emperor silenced?

"God bless me, don't make trouble, don't make trouble while I'm on duty..."

Perhaps God really heard the prayers of these poor people, and a few light footsteps sounded from a distance in the faint lights of the quiet late night corridor.

The attendant turned his head and looked at it. With the dim candlelight, he grew up in surprise and said, "Oh! God bless you, Queen... You are back!"

The guards could not hide their joy. The person who came was Eugenie, the queen of Napoleon III.

"Dear Queen, you are back..." Everyone quickly bowed and saluted. At this time, people saw that Queen Eugeni was still wearing a cloak for going out. She had just walked back to Paris and arrived here without changing her clothes.

"What's going on with your majesty? Why don't you live in the Palace of Duille? Why did you move to Versailles..."

Who dares to answer this question? I can't answer it. Everyone can't say that the Duille Palace is a palace where you and your wife live for a long time. The emperor should change your taste while you are no longer thinking about it.

In fact, Queen Eugeni knew this kind of thing well. In the past six or seven years, the couple's relationship has rifted. Napoleon III had several mistresses in Paris.

In name, Queen Eugenie's visit to Scotland and Germany this time in order to calm the current severe situation in Europe, in fact, the queen wanted to avoid this pervert and would rather be in the branch than see him again.

However, the couple is a couple after all. Even if they have no feelings, they are still a community of interests. Now that the situation in France is so decay, she can't hide abroad and enjoy leisure.

Pushing open the door, a unique pungent smell of absinthe came out, and Queen Eugeni frowned, "God, why are you starting to drink this kind of ghost thing again!"

In front of Napoleon III, thousands of Hun cavalry were coming to him. He screamed in fear, hid and fought... and waved the illusory non-existent sword in his hand.

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

"Angel...the angel sounded the trumpet...save me, please save me!" After saying that, Napoleon III rushed over, he wanted to hug the beautiful angel, and he even wanted to suck the sweet milk on the angel's chest.

A crisp sound... the angel disappeared, and there was only an angry yellow-faced wife in front of her, and she swung her hand and woke him up from the hallucination.
Chapter completed!