Just when Liang Pengfei took the Shimazu family and began to use various conspiracies and tricks to clean up the Japanese country and plot against Kyushu. On the other side of the distant world, in Paris, the powerful capital of France on the European continent, a short but energetic man wearing a very neat and neat military uniform jumped out of a carriage, glanced at his residence, turned his face, and saw the restaurant that was still lit up, and the unrecognizable, mysterious square words, the originally serious face showed a faint smile, and raised his leg and walked towards the restaurant.

Liang Guangcai, who was making an abacus at the dining table and counting the day's income, heard the bell on the door, and said without raising his head: "I'm sorry, I'm ready to close." ”

"Dear Liang, is that how you treat your guests with such a cold attitude?" It was the short, man in his military uniform who spoke.

Liang Guangcai raised his head in some astonishment, and when he saw the appearance and figure of the visitor clearly, he couldn't help laughing: "Dear general, you are my most precious guest, no matter when, the door of my restaurant will be open to you." But what I didn't expect was that they actually released you in the middle of the night, and those guys don't know that it's rude to disturb someone's sleep at night? ”

Liang Guangcai turned his head and motioned to the recruits who were sweeping the floor to stop their movements, then walked up to the short soldier and bowed his head and said, "If you don't come back, I will really have to enjoy the bottle of 70-year-old Bordeaux wine I left for you." ”

"Alright, my friend, don't hurry up and get it out, I'm a little eager to taste it, damn prison, let alone Bordeaux wine, it's hard to get even a bad wine." The short soldier smiled and took off his military hat, handed it to the attendant next to him, and nodded to Liang Guangcai.

"As you wish, Your Excellency General......" Liang Guangcai nodded, motioning for the hostess to take out the treasure that had been placed in the wine cellar.

"Dear Liang, you don't have to call me that, you know, we are friends. So, you can call me Napoleon instead of my title, and I'll find our relationship more natural and cordial. "The nose was a little pointed, and the chin was a little shorter, but the square face had more of a military majesty than a rare smile.

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"No, honorable general, I prefer to call you so, because, I think you are a model for the whole French army, heroic, courageous, and strong-willed, and I feel that calling you a general means that I respect you, and I am sure that you will be the object of all French soldiers to look forward to and strive for." Liang Guangcai smiled and did not call Napoleon what he meant, but after he said this, he happened to scratch Napoleon's itch, which was very useful.

"Alright, whatever you want, my friend, come on, don't you mind having a drink with me, right?" The waiter opened the bottle of 70-year-old Bordeaux wine, and the mellow and luscious aroma of the wine made Napoleon refreshed himself, and invited Liang Guangcai.

"It's an honor, but please allow me to cook for you myself, and it would be a waste of such a fine wine without a waiter." Liang Guangcai's words made Napoleon deeply convinced, looking at the figure of Liang Guangcai hurrying to the kitchen, Napoleon picked up the wine glass and took a small sip, sighed happily, shook the wine glass gently, and watched the bright wine syrup hang on the surface of the glass A series of wine marks like ocean waves, and his mind was also like the waves of the sea.

Just a month earlier, not long after his promotion to brigadier general, he had taken over the command of the artillery of the Italian legion, and Napoleon, who was ready to do a great job, did not expect to be assigned by the Revolutionary Committee to carry out a mission in the very embarrassed Republic of Genoa.

The republic was under pressure from three quarters: first, warships from Great Britain that made a surprise attack on the French fast ship "Humility" in Genoa's territorial waters; The second is the invasion from the west; The third was the Austrian army that invaded from the north.

Despite all the difficulties, the young envoy brought the distraught and overwhelmed head of the Genoese political axe and the senate into obedience to his will. It stands to reason that now he can count on France to give him a reward. However, shortly after his return, he was detained and imprisoned in a fort near Antibes. And the crime is that he is suspected of treason.

When he came to his senses of shock and anger, he realized that the anti-Jacobin elements had orchestrated a coup d'état, in which the Jacobin leader Robespierre was killed and his brother Robespierre Jr. was guillotined. For a time, the sky over France was overcast.

The Thermidorian political axe also frustrated Napoleon's fate. Robespierre the Younger had been his backing, but now all those who had been close to their brothers had become political suspects.

The reactionary coup d'état of the "Thermidorians" alone was enough to put Bonaparte in danger of losing his head. And because he had recently made some strategic recommendations, his situation was even more precarious.

Because those suggestions reduced the status of the French army in the Alps; The army has recently suffered inexplicably successive defeats in battle; In investigating the cause of the ineffectiveness of the war, the generals found that the root cause was Bonaparte's suggestion. They wrote down their suspicions about him in secret letters and reported them to the National Salvation Committee. The letter also stated that the Alpine army had been left inactive by the machinations of Robespierre the Younger and Rigaud.

Many people lose their heads, even if their sins are not so severe. But Bonaparte had a reliable talisman: he was an indispensable figure. The Commissioners, Salichetti and Albite, after carefully studying the various written materials concerning Bonaparte, decided to restore his freedom for the time being and release him; The main reason for his release was that his knowledge and talents might be useful to the French Republic in the future.

For Napoleon, a false alarm was inevitable, but it was indeed a good fortune, and if the order to send him to Genoa had been given three weeks earlier, he would probably have been reinstated in Paris by the time of the Thermidorian coup, and he might well have been guillotined by the hot-headed Parisians as a follower of Robespierre. Then his resume may well end here.

When he thought that he had become a brigadier general at the age of twenty-five, he had a bright future, and he was about to make a big career overturn, but he was almost sent to the guillotine, and the joy of the rest of his life, and the kind of experience that he did not want to recall, made him suffer from physical and mental exhaustion, and made him miss his family in a distant place.

At this time, Napoleon smelled an intoxicating fragrance, couldn't help but lift his spirits, raised his eyes, and sure enough, Liang Guangcai had already walked out with a large wooden plate, on which were several authentic oriental porcelain plates.

"I'm sorry, because it's too late, and a lot of ingredients are missing, so I only made these few side dishes for you, I hope you don't mind." Liang Guangcai put the dishes on the table one by one, and smiled apologetically.

"Oh no, dear Liang, it's hearty enough, you don't know, what I eat in that damn prison, and the chef of that castle should be a dishwasher compared to your cooking skills." Looking at the plate of dishes with excellent color and aroma, there are his favorite stir-fried shrimp and fish-flavored shredded pork, as well as the tantalizing scent of lion's head, as well as the very flavorful mapo tofu, the mouth-watering kung pao chicken, and of course, the Chinese noodle specialty: dumplings.

"I'm really hungry, well, that's pretty good, would you like to get some more?" Napoleon was like an African refugee at the moment, gobbling up all the delicacies on the table, a large plate of dumplings, which he swept away in less than three minutes, and this kind of eating made Liang Guangcai think of a beggar who had begged for a bowl of broth in the country.

Hearing Napoleon's invitation, Liang Guangcai shook his head with a smile and said, "No, I'm not hungry, you can enjoy the food to your heart's content, if it's not enough, I can get you some more." ”

"I'm sorry, it's rude, but your food is so delicious." When Napoleon finally filled his stomach, he stopped eating and poured a glass of wine for Liang Guangcai.

"Welcome back to Paris again, General." Taking the wine that Napoleon had poured for himself, Liang Guangcai raised his glass and said.

"Thank you, it seems that you are the most welcoming person in this city." Napoleon smiled a little sadly, and said after clinking glasses with Liang Guangcai.

Liang Guangcai smiled and shook his head, "Dear general, please don't forget that in the eyes of French citizens, you are a hero, and they are your most loyal followers." ”

"My position as a general shouldn't last long, those guys have always looked at me unpleasantly."

"You may not know about my new army, but in our east, there is a sage who once said such a sentence, and I find it suitable for you." Liang Guangcai touched the hair of the inch of the head, and after coming to the West, he had already shaved off the nasty pig tail with other Chinese, and kept a head full of black hair, but, for convenience, the short hair made Liang Guangcai feel very light.

"Oh?" These words intrigued Napoleon. "Say, my friend, I know that the words of your Eastern sages are always full of indescribable wisdom, and every time I feel something, I hope you will not disappoint me this time."

(To be continued)