Blissful sunshine, Milan.

Milan's street markets are thriving like never before, and the faces of the people here are full of joy, happiness, and a vision of a better life in the future! Why? Because Napoleon gave them a new meaning in life!

He liberated them, they were no longer slaves of the monarch, they lived under a free sky, this sunshine and blue sky and white clouds had their share, and this air was filled with an atmosphere of freedom and relaxation. They no longer had to worry that the aristocracy would take anything from them for no reason, their property and the fruits of their struggle were protected by Napoleon, their liberty and equal rights were respected, and they were written into the constitution as the fundamental provisions of the state.

It's hard to imagine, isn't it? These things can be seen almost everywhere in modern times, everyone has them, and what they can't see or touch is so precious in the not-so-distant Middle Ages! Freedom, equality, this is enough to make people fight for it all their lives, and even shed blood and sacrifice for it! Although it can't be seen or touched, people still chase it tirelessly.

What reason do they have not (ài) Napoleon? Napoleon was a defender of liberty and equality, and if he fell, who would protect their property and liberty? They could not resist the counterattack of the dark world on their own, they were like candles flickering in the wind in the night, and without Napoleon's protection, they would have been swallowed up by the darkness around them in a minute! Besides, Napoleon was an Italian, wasn't he?

"On a sunny morning, a glass of fragrant cocoa is the best thing in the world (qíng)!" Han Xing was wearing pajamas, lazily opened the curtains, looked at the sun that had risen high outside the window, and picked up a cup of steaming cocoa on the plate that had just been brought in by the waiter.

He picked up the small porcelain cup and fanned a little of the aroma into his nose with his right hand, and he greedily sniffed the rich fragrance of the cocoa bean, allowing the wet water vapor to invade his nostrils. Then he brought the cup to his lips and took a small sip, letting the silky liquid slide down the tip of his tongue into his mouth, the rich, sweet, warm taste stimulating his nerves and teasing his taste buds.

"She's coming! She's coming! Just as Han Xing was bathed in bright sunlight and admiring the picturesque scenery of the garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Napoleon burst in with a gust of wind.

"Dude, come in and knock on the door first, okay?" Han Xing retracted his warm quilt like lightning, wrapped his upper half (shēn) tightly with a soft blanket, and said to Napoleon at the door.

It's not that Han Xing is shy, but it's already late autumn, and as soon as Napoleon, a man who walks like the wind, opens the door, a cool breeze follows him into this warm room, and Han Xing can only wear pajamas at this time, and naturally instantly feels the "coldness" of the outside world!

"I knocked! You don't keep quiet, the servant told me just now that you're awake, that's why I'm here! You can't blame me! Napoleon spread his hands helplessly, walked in quickly, and sat down at the end of Han Xing's (chuáng). He was holding an open purple envelope in his hand, and from a distance of several meters, Han Xing could smell the rich perfume smell emanating from that envelope.

"Who's coming?" Han Xing had no choice but to reach out and pull his clothes from the coffee table, and then began to dress in the bed.

"Of course it's my wife, Josephine! I've wanted to introduce you to her for a long time, and it's a shame you didn't make it to our wedding! Oh my God, she was so beautiful that day, as if she were the goddess Venus coming out of an oil painting! Napoleon looked obsessively (qíng), stared out the window with blank eyes, and said with a picture of a wandering world.

"I do hear a little about your wife's beauty, that she was born in Martinique in the Caribbean?" Han Xing had no choice but to follow Napoleon.

"That's right! That's what I like the most about him, she has a kind of exotic style (qíng) on her, and her complexion is that healthy, good-looking wheat color, silky to the touch, tender and soft like cheese! Napoleon said with a wistful look on his face, rubbing his hands as he spoke.

Sensei Guan Ping (rì) how dignified this guy looks, but at this time it looks indescribably obscene, and the hands rubbing each other are almost like doing that obscene thing.

"I mean she's weak, boneless! That's right, her hands! That's how it feels to the touch, don't get me wrong! As if aware of his gaffe, Napoleon hurriedly sat upright, and then added with a red face.

Han Xing nodded and said in his heart, "I believe you are a ghost!" I'm afraid you didn't stick your mouth up, and you even used your tongue! You a (tiǎn) dog! Is this Josephine really that magical? How could Napoleon be addicted to such a degree? ”

"Remember to wear your best clothes! I'm going to have a big party to welcome my family and my dear wife! Remember to hurry up (chuáng) to attend! After this awkward episode, Napoleon immediately retreated, and he ran away with his feet.

"By the way, and that old guy Salicetti is also coming!" As he was about to leave the door, Napoleon suddenly turned back to Han Xing and said, and ran away, and the whole corridor echoed (dàng) the sound of his hurried leather boots falling to the ground.

"Close the door! Bastard! However, Napoleon ran too fast, and Han Xing's door was wide open, shaking irregularly under the howling of the cold wind.

"I'm frozen!" The whole room echoed (dàng) Han Xing's screams, and he was shivering from the cold, and subconsciously revealed the accent of the above dialect.

But fortunately, Han Xing has plenty of time, after all, this Mrs. Josephine is also a heavy procrastinator, in fact, most women waste a lot of time dressing up before going out. This is a good thing in a sense, the longer the time, the more she cares about you, there is a saying that "women are pleasing to themselves"!

Han Xing was therefore able to have a long "farewell ceremony" with his bed, and finally reluctantly left its warm embrace to welcome the cold outside world.

When he came to the street outside the palace (diàn) after he was dressed and walked down the marble staircase, there was a scene of empty alleys in front of him, and the Milanese (ài) wore Bonaparte, and naturally (ài) his wife and family, Bonaparte was their hero, their new leader of the Italians, their "liberators", although their lack of vocabulary and literacy led them to not understand how to write the word!

A carriage with gold on a white background appeared at the far end of the road, and the two white horses pulled the carriage were also what a dazzling carriage! It seems to be the car of a conqueror, the white chariot (shēn) and the luxurious gold decoration on it, if it were a member of the royal family, I am afraid that some people would believe it, right? This gorgeous color scheme is exactly the same as the famous Palace of Versailles!

Amid the sound of horses' hooves and ruts, the ornate carriage came to a halt amid the cheers of the welcoming crowd in the middle of the road, and a black-haired beauty in a goose-yellow whalebone dress with white high heels on her feet, holding the corners of her skirt in her hands, poked her head out of the door of the ornate carriage.

She has a wheat-like healthy complexion, full of Caribbean exotic (qíng) looks, her skin is so firm and smooth, even a hint of human shine in the sun. She has a pair of brown pupils, and her eyes seem to have a kind of sadness that cannot be dissipated, which makes people have the illusion of pity. She had curly hair, a headband made of pearls on her head, these round, smooth little things colliding with each other with her every move, and silver sapphire earrings hanging from her earlobes, the smooth surface of which shèned in the sun.

There was a noble air to hers, perhaps because she had not seen the sun for a long time, and her neck seemed a little fairer than her face, but it was not out of harmony, and her slender neck and the luxurious but not tacky dress made her look like a noble swan.

"Josephine, you're finally here! Do you know? I (rì) (rì) think about you and our children every night! Napoleon did not hide his favor for Josephine in the slightest, he stepped forward and violently pushed away the servant who was supposed to support Josephine, took his place, put his arms around Josephine's waist, and picked her off the car, not forgetting to "gnaw" on her face.

Josephine just used the small sandalwood fan (jiāo) to cover her face shyly, lowered her head slightly, blinked her talking eyes, and her long eyelashes seemed to be a rope that seduced the soul, tightly tying Napoleon in her own net.

"This is Josephine? That's not what I think of Josephine! Isn't she supposed to be a veteran of the game, a peerless stunner who plays with Napoleon's little brother? Han Xing couldn't believe his eyes, although he also felt that the moment he saw Josephine, it was like a feather scratching his heart and teasing his own (qíng), and he had an unbearable feeling of itching, but because he was a modern person after all, he was well-informed, but it only lasted for about a few seconds.

"Dear (ài), don't do this! That's in public! Napoleon made a gesture to kiss her lips, but she blocked them with a sandalwood fan, and she groaned in a soft and glutinous tone (jiāo), as if a thousand (jiāo) and a hundred charms were gathered in one (shēn). The most terrifying thing is that her eyes are (yù) refusal to return the favor, her eyes are rolling, and her cherry lips are gently pursed, giving Napoleon a flying kiss.

"Oh Mom, I think my bones are crispy! Admire, admire! Who can bear this kind of young woman who is noble on the outside, but on the inside, who is like a volcano under an iceberg and has an undercurrent surging like a volcano! No wonder Napoleon fell under her pomegranate skirt, worthy of the grandmaster of the green tea world! To be honest, Han Xing felt that the woman in front of him really made people feel like "dumping all beings" and "looking back and smiling"!

Frankly, this Lady Josephine has a Cleopatra, Cleopatra feeling! The feeling of nobility and humanism is like a bright fruit growing on the highest part of a tree, which only the true victor can take and take for himself. This alone can make countless heroes, or people who claim to be heroes, be fascinated and go forward one after another!