Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Save Napoleon◎

When Nico came out with a chocolate in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, Antanya had just asked some basic information about Napoleon from the receptionist.

Cullen and Nicholas stepped out, and the young Napoleon immediately stood up and walked towards him.

"It's so fast?" Antanya took the chocolate and was surprised to find that the chocolate was almost scalding.

It was a real surprise.She's just out of trouble, but God knows how much she loves hot chocolate.

"How did you do it?"

"Secret. Wait a minute, next time I will give you a practical gadget."

Antanya was amused by his words: "How many secrets do you have that I don't know?"

Nicholas smiled: "Beyond your imagination."

"Okay." Antanya took a sip of hot chocolate in a good mood.

Although the reheated one is not as good as the freshly soaked one, it is still silky and sweet.

Nicola took a sip of coffee, "So what are you doing here?"

"Oh," Antanya couldn't help laughing, "Actually, I just stopped by...I want to know who the celery devil is."

As soon as the words fell, she felt a bunch of sharp eyes falling on her from the side.

"..." Nicholas took a step casually, just blocking her sight, and whispered, "Cullum."

Antanya choked on the chocolate unexpectedly, and couldn't help coughing desperately.

Cullen must have heard it just now... This is too embarrassing!

Nicholas quickly patted her on the back, but she gave her a glare.

Didn't you see her drinking chocolate?

Nicholas was full of apologies: "I'm sorry, I accidentally forgot the mechanism of the human throat coordinating the digestive system and respiratory system just now."

Seeing that she finally calmed down, he picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.

Antanya's voice immediately rang in his ear: "Napoleon is behind you."

Nicola: "..."

He struggled for a second, then finally coughed.

Not far from them, Napoleon couldn't help but glanced at the strange men and women over there.

Cullen immediately said seriously: "Napoleon! As a soldier, you must concentrate!"

"Yes! Sir." Napoleon immediately withdrew his attention.

After seriously discussing with Cullen the issues brought about today, he prepared to leave.

At this time, the girl who was waiting with him just now got up and left.

Napoleon walked to the door, only to find that it was raining again outside.

Paris can be quite cold in spring, especially when it rains.

Although the people here said that the city is now much cleaner than it was three years ago after the renovation project presided over by Her Royal Highness, the road is still very muddy due to the rain.

Napoleon looked sullenly at the water curtain hanging from the eaves.

He had come to Paris, along with dozens of other top-ranked Briennes graduating classes and students from the most distinguished family backgrounds, to sit for the selection exams for the Paris Military Academy.The military academy arranged them in one building of the military academy, but it was still quite a distance from here.

He couldn't afford a carriage, so he had to walk to the Louvre.When he came here, he walked for nearly an hour, which was not a big problem; but now it is raining heavily, and when he returns to school, he will definitely be splashed with mud and laughed at by those pampered local classmates.

Napoleon looked at the rain screen angrily for a while, gritted his teeth and prepared to go in.

At this moment, he was stopped by the girl just now.

"Are you going back to the Paris Military Academy?" Antanya asked calmly, "I happen to be going too. It's raining so hard, why don't we go together."

Napoleon looked at her in surprise and shook his head: "I'm so sorry, Miss..."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Antanya turned her head and looked at him. "As you are, I think you should rationally judge what is more important."

Napoleon's face turned cold: "What do you mean? What do you know?"

As a child of the surrendered nobles of Corsica, which was conquered by France six years ago, he came to other parts of France to study in military schools, and he has a deep understanding of the subtleties of his identity.

Antanya stared at him for a while, then smiled: "It's nothing. I just want to ask you some military questions - in return, I invite you to share the carriage."

Napoleon finally sat in the mysterious girl's carriage.

Although he was full of guards, he had to admit that what she said made sense.He needs to go back to the Paris Military Academy - in a decent and clean way.He had no coat to change into.

Moreover, he couldn't describe that feeling—the girl had an indescribable elegance and indifference, as if the whole world was spread out in front of her like a mirror, and she could see everything at a glance.

It is impossible to refuse.

"So... what do you want to ask?" He asked cautiously.

Antanya watched silently for a while as the carriage flew diagonally past the fine rain.

"If the city of Paris is under siege, where is the weakest point?"

Napoleon froze.

This really caught him—he had only been in Paris for a few days.

"Hmm..." he pondered, "Miss, I'm sorry, I'm not familiar enough with this city..."

"Then get acquainted as soon as possible." The girl directly interrupted him.

Napoleon raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw those blue eyes staring at him like extremely cold glaciers, and there was a coldness in his words: "You don't have much time left."

Until the carriage put Napoleon in front of the Steve Building of the Paris Military Academy, he still hadn't recovered.

A ball of paper flew out of the open door and hit him right in the face, interrupting his thinking.

Immediately there was loud laughter from the crowd.

"Hahahaha, look, the little Corsican boy is back!"

"Tsk tsk, it's raining heavily this time, so I gritted my teeth and hired a carriage? Because I can't afford a change of clothes, right?"

"Oh, I'm afraid hiring a carriage will cost you several days of food expenses, old hat!"

Napoleon suppressed the anger in his heart, and glanced at them coldly.

"Yo, no talking this time? The little Corsican finally realizes how ridiculous his accent is hahahahaha! He doesn't know what to say - listen to his Corsican accent! Don't you?" Chia shorty'?"

Napoleon turned and left.

He couldn't fight with these classmates - the first time he did so, he was not only surrounded by local classmates who were in a group, but also punished.He wrote to his father, but he was accused by his father of not studying hard in his hometown, knowing his identity and still making trouble.

"Don't go!" The tall and burly boy Aaron stopped him, pointing to the ball of paper that fell on the ground, "This is your test result. Don't you want to see it?"

Napoleon clenched his fists.

He studied hard and got top marks in almost all his subjects.According to his usual results, there shouldn't be any problems with this selection.But he said so...

He was silent for a few seconds, but still didn't pick up the ball of paper, and wanted to go around Aaron.

But Aaron grabbed his arm and made him unable to break free.

"Don't you want to watch it by yourself? Then we all have to help you watch it together!"

The laughing students gathered around, and someone picked up the ball of paper, unfolded it into a large crumpled piece of paper, and pretended to read it.

"Dear Na-Paul-Lyon, I regret to inform you that you—" the speaker drew out his voice.

"Oh, what are you talking about! Read it out!"

"-I lost the election!" The man raised his voice, "Hahahahahahahahaha!"

The paper was scrambled into a ball again, and it hit his face with a "bang".

Napoleon was trembling almost all over, but he still held on to the paper.In fact, there was no words telling him that he was not selected, but the names of all the selected students were written on it, and the official text at the bottom was "For the students who were not selected, I am sorry..."

He didn't finish reading, so he threw the paper away.

"Oh, did you really just leave like this?" Aaron came over to grab him again, but he dodged and dodged.

"Hey, are you still losing your temper?" Someone said with a smile.

"Little bastard, you can't be a soldier! Go back to your island of Corsica and become a native!"

"Hehe, you don't even have the courage to fight, coward! Coward!"

Aaron also laughed: "No wonder Corsica is occupied and occupied. They all look like you, a group of unspecified guys."

With a "boom", Napoleon bumped his head into Aaron's chest.His malnourished and thin body exploded with astonishing impact at this moment, the big boy was caught off guard, and even stumbled and fell over.

"Aaron!" Everyone exclaimed.

Napoleon was panting with rage, his eyes were red—he knew they were saying it only to irritate him, but how could he bear it?

In the past, he had to study with them in the military academy and had to endure it.But now that he can no longer continue his studies, he can't take it anymore!

The victory of the sneak attack is only temporary.

Aaron immediately jumped up again, pinching his knuckles: "Little bastard, finally stop pretending? That's fine, I'll teach you a lesson today."

He gave an order, and the five or six people beside him joined the battle.

In the beginning, Napoleon was able to dodge the fist with his agility and return a punch quickly, but after all, he did not have the slightest advantage in size, let alone one-to-many——

Soon, he was grabbed by the arm, and then fists hit his face and chest like raindrops.

Napoleon felt his head buzzing, and tears and nosebleeds flowed out.The beating continued, but he no longer had the strength to fight back. He could only kick his legs desperately as if venting his anger.

He is a Corsican, why should he be bullied like this here?

Was he born to be the laughing stock of others?Doesn't he deserve his dignity?

He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to go home!Even if he becomes a craftsman in the small island of Corsica in the future, he doesn't want to stay here anymore! *

"God! What are you doing? Stop! Stop!" Someone exclaimed.

The boys who had gone crazy in a group fight were finally pulled away, and the thinnest of them had been beaten bruised and swollen, looking horrible.

"Mr. Bondan, shouldn't this little bastard be driven away?" Aaron said triumphantly.

In the last fight, Napoleon was punished.With such a big disturbance this time, how will the school deal with him?

"Shut up!" The middle-aged man trembled angrily.

Only then did the hot-blooded boys realize that something was wrong, and turned their heads one after another.

There were several people who came, Mr. Pontin, the director of the school, Mrs. Heiner who took care of them, and several strangers.

The scene was chaotic at the beginning, but now everyone came back to their senses, the boys' eyes immediately focused on a beautiful strange girl who gleamed—she might not be wearing much jewelry, but her fair face and arms were radiant, The whole body reveals an incomparable demeanor.

It's a pity that such a beauty is now as frosty as ice, and the cold look makes no one dare to make a mistake in this group of young boys.

The girl went straight through them, and they all carefully dodged, and then watched her go to the ordinary Corsican dwarf and squat down.

Some people realized it later and began to lose their minds.

Antanya handed the handkerchief to Napoleon: "Wipe it."

The boy lowered his head, clenched his teeth and did not move.

Antania: "..."

Well, the kid is pretty stubborn.

No matter what great reputation Napoleon has in later generations, he is now a wounded child in her eyes.So, she started directly without hesitation, first wiped off the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and nose, and then changed a handkerchief to wipe the tears on his face.

Napoleon finally couldn't take it anymore, he quickly took the handkerchief, muttered something vaguely, thank you or something, and wiped his face a few times--the result was that the blood was all over his face.

Fortunately, the scene was so serious that no one could laugh.

"What are you doing? Ah?!" Mr. Pontin asked angrily.

Everyone else felt that something was wrong, but Aaron said confidently: "Sir, Napoleon did it first! He is a bad villain!"

"Shut up!" M. Pontin interrupted him again.

This kid is really stupid.Can't he see that the atmosphere is not right now?

But it was too late, and the strange girl had already said coldly: "Mr. Peng Dan, five-on-one like them, it was obvious that they were trying to kill them, and they failed because they were interrupted—how should we deal with it according to the law?"

Sweat broke out on the director's bald forehead.

Several students stared wide-eyed in shock—what?law?Does the law apply to them?

"Mr. Peng Dan?" The girl urged impatiently.

The director swallowed, and said with difficulty: "Should...should be sent to the police station."

"Hello!" Aaron said angrily, "Do you know whose son I am?"

Antalya sneered—she knew he was not the illegitimate son of Louis XV, and that was enough.

"Mr. Napoleon Bonaparte has been specially appointed by the royal family to serve as the military adviser to the Crown Prince while being selected for the Paris Military Academy."

Henriette came to help Antania and helped Napoleon up, but Antania said indifferently to the school director: "These people intentionally hurt the senior officials around the Crown Prince, please be sure to explain this to the police officer——Crown Prince We will also send someone to follow up on this matter.”

Under everyone's stunned and terrified eyes, the young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face was pulled into a carriage by several people and taken away.

The rest of them seemed to be held in place by some great fear-so, that boy from Corsica... who the hell is it?

And what is the background of that girl?

At this moment, they already had some kind of ominous premonition, but they never imagined that from this moment on, the fate of that boy would no longer intersect with them.

At this time, Napoleon in the carriage hadn't recovered from the explosive news he had just learned, probably because he was stunned by the fat beating just now, and grabbed Antalia's sleeve: " What exactly is going on?"

"..." Antanya looked at the blood-faced boy, and sighed with a headache: "You can recover from your injuries before we talk about it."

……

Three days later, Henriette brought Antania a new revelation letter received by the Rheinische Zeitung.

"An insider in the palace broke the news that the crown prince can't do that, and the princess wants|wants|can't|satisfy, openly flirting with other men!"

There are also several people listed in it——

Earl Felsen (if you see the way the princess looks at him, you will think that these two must have a story).

Royal Alchemist (Remember? When everyone was afraid of him because of the evil eye, the princess danced the first waltz with him!)

There is also an unidentified young officer, and no more specific information has been dug up yet.

Henriette was very indignant: "Those shameless villains! Liars! Don't dare to stand uprightly, but use this kind of trick to slander your reputation!"

Antanya was not surprised by this.

To be honest, such rumors started a long time ago in her previous life, so there was no need to wait until her fourth year of marriage.And, let's be honest, half of the information is true—the half about Louis XVI.

She casually threw the material back to Henriette: "Burn it, ignore them."

Almost at the same time, Louis' second younger brother, Count Artois, went to find his brother.

"Brother! Did you know? Antoinette has other men!" He said angrily.

Louis was taken aback, and quickly pulled his brother aside, looked around to make sure there was no one around, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I've heard people say it!"

"Who said that?"

"...That's not the point, brother! Someone has sorted out the men who have been in contact with Antoinette the longest. There is Count Felsen, Mr. Tesla, and that... who was just killed by a Parisian officer. students admitted to the school."

Louis said angrily: "Nonsense. In terms of long contact time, then I have spent much longer time with Nicholas than her, and Nicholas has also spent much longer time with Earl Felsen. Is it possible that we both have a legs?"

"Really!" exclaimed the Count d'Artois.

You know, those are the two most handsome men recognized in the Palace of Versailles, not only the noble girls think so, but also the teenagers.

His eyes sparkle: "brother, can you bring me another one?"

Louis was so angry that the top of his head was smoking: "Go away! Go away!"

The author says:

*Reference to letters written by Napoleon to his father while at the Military Academy in Brienne.

By the way, I forgot to mention that Xiao Na's birth year was moved forward by ten years, allowing him to step onto the stage of history earlier!