"Five livres! That's enough for something! Brother, didn't you give me eight livres a month, brother? ”

In a not too large room, Joseph. Bonaparte stroked his forehead with his hand and looked at Napoleon who had just entered the door in confusion. Bonaparte!

At this time, the emperor still respected his eldest brother Joseph very much, and he would even write to his brother when he encountered a little thing, asking him to give some advice, and he would also take out all the Livre he had worked hard to save and give it to Joseph, so that Joseph, who claimed to be a financier. Bonaparte, take it to earn a little money to supplement the family.

And this time Joseph. Bonaparte was also very b-numbered, and he also took great care of his younger brother Napoleon, he carefully helped his younger brother, expecting his younger brother to go higher and higher in the army and blend in with the ranks of senior officers.

He was full of hope that he would inherit his father's Corsican legation, and finally pay off his debts and return the Bonaparte family to the nobility.

Joseph, who after Napoleon ascended the throne, was ashamed to want more power, and even wrote to Napoleon to make him the first heir to the throne, and after being rejected, he revealed his brother's black history everywhere, and now may not dream that the Bonaparte family will have such a good day.

Napoleon shook his head gloomily, "This month, our legionnaires only get half of their salaries, and junior officers like me can get two-thirds, but senior officers can get all their salaries, and there are also a lot of subsidies!" ”

"Is the kingdom's finances already in such difficulty?" Joseph asked in surprise.

"Difficult! Difficult what difficult! The aristocratic officers had a lot of banquets in salons, and every nobleman, including the king, was in extreme luxury, and it is said that the king went to the kennel castle to hunt this time, and it cost 30,000 lifolks!

What hope is there for this country, even the pitiful salaries of loyal soldiers will be deducted! "Napoleon, who had been quiet after entering the door, suddenly became furious!

"Joseph, there is no hope for this country, I want to go back to Corsica!"

Joseph took a breath with a headache, his younger brother is good at everything, but he is too stubborn, the Corsican Republic has been overthrown for almost eighteen years, and he still doesn't think of himself as a Frenchman, and he is making a fuss every day about Corsican independence and becoming a free Corsican.

"But what about what you promised the Marquis of Seriscinedin? He wants you to take his people with you, and if you go back to Corsica, what will happen to the Seris? ”

Thinking about it, Joseph felt as if there was only one reason to dissuade his dear brother!

"It's okay, those Marquis Zinedin's clansmen won't graduate in another year, and I'll go back to Paris then!"

Napoleon shook his head indifferently, he felt that he could not stay in Paris any longer!

"Monsieur Napoleon, a gentleman named Gaston asked me to give you this box and the letter!"

While the two brothers were falling silent, the landlord's son knocked on the door outside and shouted.

Joseph opened the door and saw that the landlord's son, with his toothless mouth, was panting rapidly, and it seemed that the black suitcase on the floor had exhausted the boy, so he took the letter, knocked on the boy's head affectionately, and gave him a small piece of candy by the way.

"What's this? How could it be so heavy! Closing the door, Joseph muttered to Napoleon.

"Is this Mr. Gaston your former colleague in the Legion? Didn't he go to Marquis Seris to be a mercenary? Why would you find someone to bring you something! ”

Napoleon shrugged his shoulders and made an expression of disknowledgement, then opened the envelope, and replied without raising his head: "This letter seems to have been written to me by the Marquis de Zinedin!" ”

"Honorable Napoleon. Monsieur Bonaparte, my friend, I am about to return to Seris, and I would have liked you to come to my parting dinner, but time was so tight that I had to give up the idea.

As a friend, I marvel at your abilities and am sure that you can be the most important person in France, but it is very likely that we will not meet again!

On the occasion of parting, I left you four thousand miles of Ferre, as a reward for my people to learn from you, please do not refuse, if there is a day of goodbye, I will definitely invite you to a real Seris feast, your friend, Ye Kai! ”

"Oh!" Joseph couldn't help but finish reading the letter, and then exclaimed, "My dear brother, do you have such a good relationship with this Marquis of Seris?"

Looks like he admires you! Four thousand lifolls, this is not a small amount, I heard that this marquis even sold his ornaments and gowns in order to procure military supplies, in this case, he actually squeezed out four thousand livres to give to you! ”

"Yes! The Marquis agrees with me very much, and considers me his best friend! The young Napoleon felt a little foggy in front of him, and he sniffed lightly, feeling a little moved in his heart, and looking at the delighted eldest brother Joseph with some pride.

"That's it! Big brother, with these four thousand lifolles, we can pay off some of our father's debts, and then buy some good food and beautiful clothes, I want to go back to Corsica, Polina and Jérôme They probably haven't eaten delicious cakes for a long time! ”

。。。。

London, in a basement near the River Thames, Alexander. John. Forsyth was struggling desperately, and he didn't know who had tied him here from Scotland? I don't know why I kidnapped him?

The journey from Aberdeen to London was not close, and he had been tossed so much along the way that after a few minutes of struggling with all his might, Forsyth felt a pang of weakness.

"Bang!" The basement was kicked open with a bang, and Forsyth, who was prostrate on the ground, could only see a few pairs of rotten shoes.

Then a pair of large thick hands pinched his jaw, and then shook his head hard.

"Idiot! You idiots, this isn't John at all. Lennon, this guy looks like he's only in his teens, you've tied up the wrong person! ”

Black. Bartlet's pretending to be very angry roared, he didn't know that John. Who is Lennon? Anyway, the Marquis made him say so.

Tied the wrong !!

A line of hot tears flowed out of Forsyth's eyes, fuck you by the wrong one! He struggled to lift his head up, he wanted to see what these stupid people who could tie up the wrong person looked like.

It was a great joke played by the Lord on him, and he was mistakenly tied to London, hundreds of miles away.

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