Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Fight for me◎

On the day the first steam locomotive line in Paris was opened, a piece of news spread throughout the streets of Paris——

The most famous alchemist is leaving Paris.

The "Rheinische Zeitung" used almost an entire page for this, and the editor who wrote it wrote very emotionally: "This messenger of God who has brought us light and miracles is leaving...We can't keep it, and we don't need to keep it. God The footsteps of His Messenger shall spread throughout the Kingdom of the Lord."

On that day, many people burst into tears on the street, and people walked on the road with torches while crying, which became a spectacle in Paris.

Many people claim that they watched Nikola Tesla leave the dock in a boat and saw visions that only angels can have - although some say they saw seven colored lights descending from the sky around Mr. Tesla. It turned into a beautiful light; some people said that they saw the alchemist soaring into the sky and disappeared into a rainbow; Then he ran, and the man who brought the miracle turned into a black lightning in the blink of an eye, and jumped out from the sea level.

Not only that, but the specific time and even the pier that they said Nikolai left were different.In response, people who believe all of these claims have come up with a new theory—the alchemist must have mastered the ability to appear in multiple places at the same time, so he can awaken so many different visions at the same time.

Antania: "..."

If it weren't for the fact that many legends in the streets and alleys of Paris scolded her, she should have learned to appreciate the unparalleled imagination and sense of humor of the Parisians.

Louis had been depressed for a long time because of Nicholas' departure, and even lost his appetite for the first time.

Usually he could eat a whole old turkey, a roast turkey, three pie pigeons, a flan, and a pot of stew for a meal, but he had several meals without the stuffing. Pies and stews too.

In fact, at least half of the people in the Palace of Versailles were saddened by the loss of the alchemist, while the other half were happy.

The people celebrating with each other focused on the only Swedish earl in the palace at the moment, praying that he would pat his butt and leave quickly, so that he would not stay here to provoke the young or not young girls in the palace.

However, the girl who was really provoked was staring at a box that Nikolai had left for her.

There is a lock on the box, although it can be opened, it is a bit troublesome.

"If you really need it, just open it." Nicholas said to her before leaving.

In fact, Antanya was quite sad, but she couldn't help but feel a little funny when she heard this sentence-so, is this some kind of mysterious treasure chest in a fairy tale?

She may have been a very curious little girl, but now reason is enough to overcome everything.

Antanya thought that since she had already made up her mind to let him go, she had better break it cleanly.If there was anything she regretted about what he left behind, maybe there would be even bigger troubles.

She gave him an iris badge representing the highest status of the royal family.This might help him in a time of need.

From this year onwards, she will truly deviate from history and use history, but she is not sure whether these measures will save herself or push them all to the abyss faster-after all, even the future generations Historians and economists have debated this.

But in any case, one thing is for sure.

The fuses connected to the pyro|powder pile have been ignited, and the storm that shakes the entire continent is approaching.

After all, she was the only one really involved in this matter.

The lunatic standing in the center of the storm and trying to attract lightning with a kite, as long as she is alone is enough.

……

Like anything else that has happened to the city, neither the grief of the loss of the alchemist nor the excitement of witnessing a steam locomotive purring without horses lasted long.

As the time shifted from summer to fall, the news that really mattered to people's lives came in a slow but steady way.

Because of the severe drought, the food produced in France this year may not be enough to fill everyone's stomachs.

The price of flour has already started to rise sharply. If the royal family had not ordered the strict management of wheat and flour transactions and did not allow large quantities to be purchased and hoarded, the price would have risen even more.

The people in the city were panicked.Will there be a day when you can't buy bread and flour, and the whole family can't eat?

Such fears are blown up like a balloon, until the day when autumn officially comes——

"Princess Antoinette said that it is time to use the emergency granary that has been gradually established in the past three years to stabilize the price and supply of flour." Newspapers rushed to report.

At the same time, there was a sudden drop in the price of flour by nearly a quarter.

On that day, there were long-lost cheers in the city of Paris.Because the Dauphin and his wife were the royal sponsors of the steam locomotive project, people flocked along the locomotive tracks - so many people entered the dangerous area of ​​​​the track that they had to stop for a day.

Still, people gleefully climbed onto the roofs and noses of the cars, jumped up and down the tracks, and shouted, "Thank God!"

"Long live the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess!"

"Your Highness, I know you must be very happy, and people are very satisfied now," Adam Smith said to Antania with a serious face, "but I still want to solemnly warn you that national wealth is mainly driven by the market itself , rather than your deliberate manipulation to develop."

"Very well, I have received your opinion, Mr. Smith." Antanya smiled and nodded.

Political decision makers need the academic opinions of economists for reference, but only for reference.Not everything works according to the laws of economics.

When the bread problem was basically solved, new news came out.

"Considering the difficulty of farmers' harvest, the royal family has decided that this year's food crop tax will be reduced or exempted accordingly. Now is a difficult time. The royal family has decided to improve the previous problems in the country's finances, and has begun to sort out this year's fiscal revenue and expenditure. And make a budget for next year."

For farmers and citizens, this is naturally a happy event - who is not happy about tax cuts?While most people have never heard of budgeting, it sounds like science.

However, the nobles, especially the tax collectors, may have some doubts about this.Of course, the notice has just been released, and they still need some time to find a suitable reason to refute.

Henriette, no, now Mrs. Compon, she also looked beaming when she collected various tabloids and books for Antania as usual.

"Your Highness, take a peek."

"Since the king is obviously old, he has not appeared in Paris for a long time. We have noticed that the people of Paris have begun to say that his life is not long. People believe that Louis XVI and Antoinette will soon be enthroned. The queen will surely lead to a better future."

"...Someone is actually talking about the fact that the Crown Prince and his wife have no children? Absurd! They are either blind or blind - isn't everyone seeing what the Crown Prince and his wife have been up to for the past four years? The clean water you use, no There is clean air with the smell of garbage and feces, and affordable bread, which one is not what they are promoting? They are only young, and they are still very young! There will be plenty of time in the future.”

When she had some free time, Antalya asked a certain Corsican boy about his studies at the Paris Military Academy.

Because the royal family had greeted him, no one in this school would dare to ostracize his origin any more.The instructors reported his study report on time: "Although he is a little short in height, Mr. Bonaparte's physical fitness and health are very good. He has outstanding scores in mathematics and physics, and his knowledge of history and geography is fair. He obeys orders and works hard. Hardworking, honest and dependable, grateful and disciplined. Weak in talent. Known among students as 'Spartan guy'”*

Weak in talent?

Antanya couldn't help laughing.

Well, don't expect the future general to sing and dance for you.

After the first term, Napoleon was commissioned as a captain in the Artillery Regiment of the Candela Barracks.This barracks was stationed by the river not far from the city of Paris. Before he set off, he sent Antania an application for an audience.

Antanya, of course, agreed.

When a boy under the age of 16 walked into the living room of the princess, he was surprised to find that there was no waiter, and only the princess was waiting for him—she looked so noble and dignified that he had to lower his eyes immediately.

After greeting according to the etiquette, Napoleon directly asked his own question: "Your Highness, I know that I have suffered from the whole process from the Brienne Military Academy to the election to the Paris Military Academy, and then to graduating early and joining the Candela Artillery Regiment. Your great care."

He considered his tone and slowed down: "I thank you very much...but I always wanted to ask you in person, why do you take care of me like this?"

Some of the classmates had heard rumors from the royal family that this top student who didn't fit in with everyone had an affair with the princess, so he was deliberately squeezed in.

However, the students from wealthy families who actually visited the Palace of Versailles immediately refuted the absurdity of this rumor: "How is that possible! That Spartan has never been to the Palace of Versailles, and look at his malnourished little man ... There are too many good-looking men in the palace! I am sure that Her Royal Highness does not have any eye diseases."

At this moment, Napoleon was about to officially enter the barracks as an artilleryman, and he finally couldn't help asking the princess the question that had been bothering him.

Antanya watched him calmly, and smiled: "I'm very happy, you finally asked me this question."

"Napoleon, you are very proud of your island of Corsica, you are indignant that Corsica is occupied by France, and you also have resentment against the French for it, don't you?"

The princess's voice was calm and gentle, but it made Napoleon break out in a cold sweat instantly.

His father hoped that he would integrate into the French high society, but he felt that his father brought his family back to France when the Genoese had just retreated, which was a manifestation of spinelessness.

For him, studying and serving in the French military academy means bearing the burden of humiliation.He was excluded at the Brienne Military Academy, and he almost never showed this emotion...but she knew it!

He raised his head vigilantly, and glanced at the princess—she didn't urge him, she was still sitting there shining like an angel, looking at him with a smile.

Napoleon doesn't like to deal with people, but he actually has a very sensitive perception.There was a bit of coldness in this smile, but it was not contemptuous, but more like serious sincerity.

Looking at those gentle blue eyes, he suddenly felt an indescribable emotion, and nodded in a strange way.

She knew it all, she knew everything—he couldn't hide it from her.He feels exactly that.

Antanya nodded: "I think, you are not a person who likes to talk nonsense. That's good, and I don't like it either. So, I will get straight to the point."

She looked into the boy's eyes, and said slowly and solemnly: "The people of Corsica have performed bravely in countless battles, and they are worthy of respect. In the future, I will allow Genoa to rebel against Corsica in exile. return to Corsica with full national citizenship. Corsicans are no different from all other nationals in my country."

Napoleon's heart started beating wildly at the second sentence.The dreams he harbors, the determination that sustains him, and his pursuits are all directly related to his hometown.

He tried hard to control his voice not to tremble due to excitement, and maintained a calm posture that a 16-year-old boy could maintain: "...what is your condition?"

Antanya smiled.

She paused for a moment, "Your loyalty."

Napoleon thought about it seriously for a few minutes, but Antanya didn't rush him and waited patiently.By the way, I drank the hot chocolate on hand.

The boy finally raised his head, with a gloomy expression on his face: "I am happy to agree to the exchange you mentioned. But why should I believe you? Aren't you the ruler of France? The current ruler has not taken Corsica People are treated like other people."

Antanya smiled lightly.

"I may not be able to prove the future, but I can give you three choices now."

"Or, fight for me."

"Either way, you won't walk out of this palace alive."

The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he wrinkled the edge of the sofa with his hands.

A few seconds later, he said angrily: "There are only two of us in this room now, Your Highness. You are just a weak lady, and it is easy for me to kill you."

Antanya smiled, "Very well, this is the third option."

Napoleon couldn't believe it, and stared at her with wide eyes.

The concubine's blue eyes were surprisingly beautiful, reflecting his own shocked expression at the moment—but the eyes themselves were surprisingly cold.

"I'm not forcing you, but time is forcing you." She said coldly.

"Because a storm is coming, General."

The author says:

Napoleon: No... A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier 0.0

*Ref. John Holland Ross, The Life of Napoleon I.