When the Louvre meets the Forbidden City

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"You said that Wei Dutong went back to sleep, and after waking up, he started laughing alone in the room for almost two hours?!" Kangxi was extremely surprised when he heard the little eunuch's report, "Why? Possibly! How could he still be able to catch his breath after laughing for two hours, wouldn't he be suffocated?"

The little eunuch hurriedly kowtowed and explained, "When you return to the emperor, you don't just laugh out loud. The slaves also heard it through the door. Wei Dutong laughed every once in a while in the room, just like ordinary people who hear funny jokes from books. Just smile when you hear something exciting, and you shouldn’t be out of breath.”

Kangxi stayed up all night discussing matters with the ministers last night, and today he has been busy for most of the day, and he is also very tired. At this time, he was sitting in the bedroom, changed his clothes, and asked the maid to wash his face and feet, and was ready to sleep.

Being given a headache by Wei Xiaobao's strange behavior, he thought to himself that he was so frightened by the big change in the day that he lost his mind and started hysteria?It shouldn't be, I bargained with myself in the afternoon, and I was still awake when I wanted to save the gangsters!

Besides, this person has always been cunning and changeable, with a black heart and a ruthless heart, his skin is as thick as a city wall, and he will not be scared stupid if anyone is scared stupid!Suddenly making such a crazy move is probably because of another plan!

Sighing, knowing that it was impossible for him to sleep peacefully, he could only order someone to pass the decree angrily, "Let Wei Dutong come to see me as soon as possible."

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When he fell asleep, his name was still Wei Xiaobao, and when he woke up, he had changed to Bonaparte. He maintained his usual calm style when he opened his eyes and saw everything around him clearly. He got up from the bed very calmly, looked around first, and then tried to move his hands and feet.

Then he told himself objectively: I remember that I had died just now. Like all people who died of serious illness, I couldn’t see clearly before I died, and I couldn’t hear what the people around me were saying. He could not even lift his fingers, and his thinking became more and more blurred, eventually losing all consciousness.But now my eyes are bright, my ears can clearly hear the birds chirping outside the window, my limbs are flexible, and my mind is sober that I can't be more sober.There is only one explanation for this abnormal and incredible phenomenon-that is, I am reborn!I didn't go to heaven or hell after I died, but was reborn as another person.

"Oh, that's incredible!" he said softly.

He raised his right hand to look, and found that it was the palm of a young man. The skin was firm and elastic, and the palm was very delicate. It could be seen that he had rarely done physical work, and had never taken a weapon to the battlefield.

Touching the cheek again, there is no beard on the face, and it feels unexpectedly smooth and delicate, which is as good as his former wife's skin.His last wife was an Austrian princess, who was many years younger than him. He always thought that this little wife had a lovely skin and tender flesh, but he didn't expect that he would grow up to be like this one day.

Before this incredible situation happened, he had been seriously ill for several months. The years of confinement on St. Helena completely destroyed his health. He could feel that he had reached the end of his life.

He was a man of beginnings and ends, serious about things, and death was no exception, and after deciding that his time was numbered, he spent eight days making his will, a political work and one of his most admirable Last bulletin.

In his last words, he expressed his concern for his son far away, his fond memories of his old subordinates and France, and expressed his deep and sincere gratitude to all those who assisted him and were loyal to him.

Everything that can be done has been done, life is coming to an end, and St. Helena will be his final destination. He has told people around him long ago that he loves the area next to the beautiful spring in the geranium valley on the island. Open space, willing to be buried there, I believe that this last wish can be seriously fulfilled after death.

After that, he closed his eyes peacefully with respect and obedience to the God of Death.

He only closed his eyes for a short while, he could swear that he really only closed his eyes for a short while, and when he opened them again, everything was different.

The scene in front of him was no longer cloudy and blurred due to his serious illness and weakness, and he could clearly see everything around him—everything so strange to inconceivable.

After seeing his young hands and feeling his smooth cheeks, he thought of the first half of this body's life——the first half of a small rogue's life in the city. It was very lively.

This little rascal was very young, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, so the first half of his life was also very short.

Bonaparte has always been rigorous in his work, and he must first understand the current situation before making further decisions.

Therefore, he first spent a few hours carefully recalling the past of the body's former owner.This is a very interesting past, and he couldn't help laughing out loud while recalling it.

It's really ridiculous, there is such a person in the world, and the facts of what he did are so ridiculous!

This man is a little rascal, who started his career by flattery, flattery, swindling, and even trickery, plus he was very lucky. The first-class viscount in this ancient oriental country.Not only that, now his title has been promoted to earl.

What an incredible thing!

Finally Bonaparte came to a conclusion: this young man named Wei Xiaobao is actually a genius!A genius who cheats, speculates, swindles, flatters, jesters and profiteers!

And he was so lucky that even the gods would be jealous of him. If Bonaparte had such a character by his side before, he swore that he would bring this person who always had a halo of luck with him to the Battle of Waterloo!

It is very possible that the history of France will be rewritten accordingly.

what a pity!It's a pity that there was no such person by his side at the time.

After laughing, a rare sense of confusion slowly came to my heart, and the corners of the raised mouth subconsciously fell down again.

Confusion, this is really the rarest emotion in him, because he has always been the most determined person, very assertive, and it is rare for him to be confused.

But the current situation really made him a little confused. He was already prepared, ready to accept death calmly like all truly great people, but the god of fate made a little joke with him at this time , His eyes opened again after calmly closing them.

Going from a sickly 52-year-old body to a romping 16-year-old body has certainly been a blessing.

But what is the meaning behind this gift?

Could it be that the great God felt that his tortuous and complicated life experience, from an ordinary person to the emperor of the First Empire, from the emperor of the First Empire to a prisoner, from a prisoner to an imperial emperor, and from an imperial emperor to a prisoner, was not full enough? Do you think it is necessary for him to come to another country to experience the taste of being a little jester?

After thinking for a long time, he remembered a passage from a priest in his hometown who said to him a long time ago: Every person and every thing God creates has a profound meaning that should exist. If you doubt it because you don't understand it, if you don't understand it, it's just because your understanding of God's will is not thorough enough.

Since there should be no doubts, the only thing left is to accept!

So after a long time of serious thinking, Bonaparte silently expressed his most sincere gratitude to the lofty god: Almighty God, thank you for your great love for me, thank you for giving me youth and health again !After experiencing all kinds of successes and failures and the decline of glory in the past, I deeply understand that youth and health are the most precious wealth in life. I will live up to your kindness, and I will cherish this invaluable gift!

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Napoleon Quotes: Believe me, God manipulates everything, and we are just its tools.

The author has something to say: Note: Napoleon Bonaparte (Napoléon Bonaparte, 1769-1821), ruler of the First French Republic and emperor of the First French Empire, was born in Corsica, France, and was an outstanding military genius.He repeatedly defeated the counterattack of the Royalist Party and the invasion of the Anti-French Alliance, and defended the achievements of the French Revolution.The "Civil Code" promulgated by him has become the legislative blueprint for later generations of capitalist countries.During his reign, he expanded abroad many times, formed a huge imperial system, and created a series of military miracles. In 1812, he was defeated by Russia, and his vitality was greatly injured; in 1814, he was ousted from power by the anti-French coalition forces. Restoration in 1815, followed by defeat at the Battle of Waterloo and exile to St. Helena. He died of illness in 1821, and his remains were brought back to Paris in 1840 for a grand burial on the banks of the Seine.

Napoleon was a generation of military giants and a great political genius. His foreign conquests and expansions brought about profound changes in the impact on the whole of Europe and the whole world.Napoleon was the product of his own destiny, not the creator of it.He is doomed to failure, but he is also doomed to immortality.