The French love for art is famous all over the world. This is a national gene that penetrates into the bones. The love for art can help them transcend political or bloody ethnic barriers.

Some of the people who rushed into the Duille Palace were indeed passionately trying to destroy them, but soon the rational voices in the crowd overwhelmed his crazy actions.

Large-scale destruction of cultural relics has been forcibly stopped!

However, destruction can be stopped, but theft cannot be stopped. Although the sculptures and oil paintings on the wall cannot be taken away without anyone destroying them, the precious displays of small items have become their spoils.

The maids in the palace screamed in horror. People who were not taken away by the queen watched the thugs rush into the rooms and snatched away the treasures that were rare on weekdays.

Combs decorated with pearls and gems, a whole piece of decanter bottle carved with natural crystals, a paper cutter made of gold and silver, and a series of gold pens on the desk are their spoils...

Anyone who is blind and blind will be beaten if he wants to stop him. However, more maids and servants also understand that the situation is hopeless and quickly mingled with these people and started robbery.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses kept shouting in the crowd, "This is the wealth of the country... Any new government must protect these wealth, you cannot rob it like this..."

"Get out..." A big foot kicked him aside.

"You are the ones who say that artwork cannot be destroyed, and you are the ones you are not allowed to take... You are the lackeys of the French Emperor, you are the spy who is mixed with the people!"

"This is all the wealth obtained by the Bonaparte family to exploit the people. Why can't it be returned to the hands of the people!"

"Yes, that's right... If we don't smash it, we're already showing mercy. Do we still have to stay here for the next emperor to enjoy?"

"You are just a royalist! Are you still waiting to support the prince ascend the throne? Beat him..."

A group of people quickly beat the man with glasses so much that they could not move, and the glass lenses were kicked away and stepped on them.

"Wealth... is... is from the whole people... how can you steal it to your own house..." The man with blood spitting out a bang and hit the marble pillar, his head darkened and fainted.

At this moment, the Duille Palace has become a vegetable garden for the thugs to harvest. With the addition of the palace maids and attendants, more treasures have been discovered by people.

Queen Eugenie couldn't take all her treasures away even if she cleaned up. The two generations of emperors accumulated countless wealth in this palace.

With a bang, the door of the banquet hall was knocked open by the thugs, and the scene inside made the people who had never seen the market cheer immediately.

"The banquet... God, there is such a grand banquet..."

When Queen Eugenie left, she deceived the people in the palace and said that the banquet would be held, so the imperial chef carefully prepared a large table of delicacies, and the long table covered with white napkins were full of various delicacies.

Gold and silver tableware shines in the sun. The top porcelain imported from the Ming Dynasty was painted with exotic landscapes. What is more attractive is these tempting delicacies.

Grilled veal, stewed oxtails, creamy oysters, foie gras full of sauce, caviar imported from Tsarist Russia, lobsters as thick as adult arms...

There are also piles of fruits in the mountains. 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 pots are full of mellow red wine, and the mechanism inside is always open, and the red wine is gushing out to a height of more than 20 centimeters.

In the middle of the basin, the statue of Dionysus, the God of Baccarat, is drinking happily!

"God! What a wealth and luxury, they actually use red wine to make a fountain!"

"Come and try it, this red wine is actually ice!"

"That's of course. There is an official road and an ice cellar under this red wine fountain. The red wine is all frozen!" said the attendant who was filled with Ming Dynasty porcelain in his arms and said proudly.

"This fountain is not to be drunk... I saw it in the morning. There were twelve large barrels of wine connected to the cellar below, enough for all of us to drink!"

"Long live!" These are all starving ghosts. They rushed to the dining table like crazy, grabbed the food with their hands and stuffed it into their mouths.

Although the food has cooled down, the delicacies of the palace are still unimaginable to these ordinary people. Although the living standards of Europeans in this era were much better than those in the Middle Ages, famine still appeared and disappeared.

Ordinary people just dip potato soup into black bread every day, and they can't even drink some milk. In their lives, many spices from Asian and South American specialties are something they dare not imagine.

Food is always inseparable from all kinds of top-notch spices. Even a sausage tastes like a child who grew up in a slum area has never tasted in his lifetime.

This is the ultimate taste, the aroma of the food stimulates their taste buds, and of course the wine that can be drunk with the belly. Those drunkards even buried their heads in the wine pool.

Extravagant and extremely lustful! Only at this moment did they realize how amazing the enjoyment of the emperors and nobles was, and poverty even limited their imagination.

The Duille Palace was a disaster, which caused this group of refugee-like thugs to rush, and even the gold paint on the gilded furniture was hung down with a knife.

Those who truly understand the market are the educated people in the crowd who are disdainful of gold and silverware, but instead focus on various palace books and documents.

Especially those parchment scrolls with hundreds of years of history have become the focus of their plundering.

This thing is not heavy. A large piece of curtain was cut off as a bag, and the parchment scrolls and rare books were packed behind him. This pack of books was worth a thousand times that of the same weight of gold!

Everyone was robbing wildly, and the situation was not under control until the leaders of the workers' movement sent by Blankey appeared.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy... For such a long time, you didn't even burn the imperial flag at the top of the palace? Do you want to be judged!"

The National Self-Defense Force, holding weapons, rushed in, and the thugs who were fishing in troubled waters were scared. They fled like flies from the various gates and windows of the palace, and various treasures fell all over the ground.

The guard soldiers with guns rushed to the roof of the palace shouting. They looked around the boiling Paris from a high point, and the passion for revolution in their hearts suddenly burned.

"Destroy! This damn empire!"

"France is reborn!"

Kerosene was splashed on the imperial flag and emblem, and the raging fire immediately swallowed up everything. At almost the same time, black smoke rose from all over Paris where the imperial flag was hung.
Chapter completed!