As night fell, Louis Bonaparte returned to the Golden Lion Hotel after a busy day's hectic carriage.

Due to his sensitive status, he was not sent by Arthur to deal with the Liverpool City Council and Port Authority, but was given the task of overseeing cholera control.

It is not known whether it was due to the 200,000 pounds Liverpool urban renewal plan that worked, or whether the Liverpool departments were guilty of Arthur's assassination and had to make up for it in other ways.

All in all, Louis has seen that he has done a pretty good job in cholera prevention and control today.

In addition to strictly enforcing the provisions of the Cholera Control Manual, Liverpool's Board of Health has carried out painting work on crowded or dirty areas, and large quantities of lime have been placed in sewers and drains for disinfection.

In addition, they flexibly learned from the experience of prevention and control in India, the birthplace of cholera.

Hindus often burn resinous substances, and the method of smoking, which produces a strong, pungent, foul-smelling odor, is their traditional practice to fight disease or pestilence.

In Britain, municipalities, on the advice of experienced doctors, switched the incineration from resin to asphalt, asphalt or sulphur.

Of course, this must be done by professionals, and the other day the Oxford Board of Health burned tar barrels to prevent the epidemic, which resulted in an unfortunate street explosion.

And the Liverpool authorities, who are extremely sensitive to the explosion, can only grit their teeth and stomp their feet to exchange cheap asphalt for more expensive sulphur in order to prevent another explosion in the local area.

When to save money and when not to save money, they are still relatively clear.

At Arthur's suggestion, wells in the area of the cholera outbreak were also closed on the grounds of exploring the source of the disease.

Several of Liverpool's local Potter breweries have generously taken on the task of providing clean and reliable drinking water to those living near the well, and one brewer has excitedly published an infectious speech on the pages of a local newspaper.

- At the time of cholera, we were at a loss and we didn't know what we could do. But when the Board of Health informed the Liverpool Beer Association a few days ago that Liverpool's beer was suspected to have therapeutic properties, we decided not to hesitate to come forward. We rely on the city of Liverpool to make our fortunes, and our wealth comes from the recognition of our products. If Commissioner Hastings has to say that beer can save Liverpool, then why should we refuse to offer it to the citizens of Liverpool? On behalf of the Liverpool Beer Association, I would like to announce that during cholera, all of our beers are sold at half price, and those that are offered to the Board of Health for the relief of our poor compatriots are offered at cost price. Guys, losing your job because of the port quarantine? It doesn't matter, even if you live in a workhouse, you can get at least two free beers a day from the Health Committee!

Although Louis does not know much about medical treatment, in his opinion, although these beer manufacturers are more or less suspected of false advertising. But seeing that these guys do provide a lot of clean drinking water, and even take the initiative to donate to the health committee's medical funds, there should be no need to trouble them.

Besides, some of the people who troubled them were that the clergy could hardly tolerate the beer merchants' 'beer cure'. Even when cholera was not occurring, they often listed alcoholism as an unforgivable evil in their proclamations. When it comes to advertising to encourage people to drink alcohol, the clergy have always taken a holistic approach to eliminating evil.

More recently, they've even pointed the finger at Arthur, who closed the well and served beer instead.

They ridiculed the young superintendent of Scotland Yard as a British royal cask rolled down the railroad tracks from London, and even had a St. Edward's badge on it.

However, Arthur did not take the attacks of the priests too seriously, after all, on the island of Britain, whether it was God, Jesus, or the king, all had to be attacked. If you don't get scolded, it will seem like you're not a good person.

Besides, there is nothing wrong with what the clergy say, and drinking is not a good habit. Even the other claims of the clergy were justified by Arthur.

Aside from anything else, at least these very old-fashioned and short-lived conservatives are indeed worth learning from most people in terms of living habits.

If the timing hadn't been inopportune, perhaps Arthur would have considered embracing their initiative to abstain from alcohol, opium, gambling, prostitution, and so on.

But for now, in order to make the brewers generously cooperate with the epidemic prevention work, the only way to do this is to let the clergy scold for a while when the church is announced.

The British royal cask with a St. Edward's coat of arms on the trademark is naturally larger than the average cask, so it is not a problem to fit the Liverpool priests.

Louie returned to the hotel, said hello to his colleagues in a hurry, and went straight to Arthur's room on the second floor.

Unexpectedly, before he could knock at the door, he saw Alexandre Dumas passing by him.

The French fat man playfully joked: "I advise you not to go in casually, maybe this year's special funds for health care in the criminal investigation department are still rich." ”

"Huh?" Louis raised his eyebrows, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Wouldn't it?" Arthur got into Liverpool vices so quickly? ”

Alexandre Dumas shrugged his shoulders: "How do you know he contracted it in Liverpool?" Perhaps the habit was developed in London. Working in government is really depraving, and the speed of corrupting people is like hell. Look at our Officer Hastings, and how disappointed would be if those of his supporters knew he had become like this? ”

Louis just smiled and replied, "Come on, Alexander." Lord Byron, Paganini, etc., these people's private lives are much more chaotic than Arthur's. I said, how can a brilliant artist who can write books and play the piano be too neat in terms of feelings. This is not a scandal, after all, he was not originally sold by purity, what everyone appreciates about him is talent. ”

After that, Louis gently pushed open the door with a wicked taste: "Let me see, it's time to finish, right?" ”

However, the situation in the room clearly disappointed him.

A sofa, a desk, a tea set, a chair, except for the fact that I don't know why the coffee table is missing, everything in the room is normal.

Maybe there was something unusual here, but Louie, who had been ruined by the smell of sulfur all afternoon, couldn't tell if there was a mysterious smell here.

Arthur, who was reading, raised his head and glanced out the door: "Alexander, Louie, you two have come just in time." ”

"Huh? Looking for us for something? ”

The two of them walked to the desk, Louis poured a cup of tea, and Alexandre Dumas took the plate with the pastry straight away.

"Oh?" Before Arthur could speak, the sharp-eyed Alexandre Dumas found the book in his hand: "Napoleon's biography? I didn't think you would be interested in this kind of book. ”

When Louis heard the title of the book, he couldn't help but glance at the cover of the book, he pouted and shook his head: "These biographers are all writing nonsense, some of them have never even met Napoleon, how many real things can they write?" Arthur, if you want to know more about Napoleon, you might as well ask me directly. ”

Arthur closed the book: "Of course I know that you are much more reliable than the biographer. And I didn't buy it, but a lady who came to see me today. ”

"Oh...... Madame......"

Louis's eyes changed, and he smiled and said, "She is an admirer of Napoleon?" This is actually quite normal, many ladies admire strong people like Napoleon. The world does not know how many centuries have passed, and Julius Caesar and Alexander the Great have finally succeeded each other. Therefore, it is normal for the lady to have a preference for him. Do you know? Although there are still many ladies who favor him, they are still far less than when he was alive. ”

Arthur held his teacup and asked, "I remember that apart from Josephine, he had relationships with many lovely ladies, right?" What was his first love called...... Oh! That's right, Eugenie. Deciré Eugenie Clary, the young lady of the Clary family, a wealthy French businessman. Napoleon also wrote her a book, "Crisson and Eugenie", which was used to express love, which sounded quite romantic. ”

Louis nodded, "That's right, my uncle started with Eugenie. Her sister later married my uncle, Joseph Bonaparte, and became queen of Naples and Spain. Do you remember my uncle? It's the one who lives in the Regency Crescent. ”

Arthur nodded slightly, "It sounds a bit complicated." ”

"Of course, it is very confusing to sort out the relations of the Bonapartes."

Louis spoke, "But my uncle's first love is still very important to him. If it weren't for Eugenie secretly giving him 98 gold coins in private, my uncle, as an ordinary petty officer, would never have been able to get to Paris in time, and naturally there would have been no later coup d'état, let alone Napoleon Bonaparte, the emperor of the French Empire. ”

Arthur asked, "So it seems that Napoleon was a bad man?" He seems to have dumped this first love after becoming obsessed with Joseph. However, he always felt guilty about this, so he arranged a promising husband for his first love. This husband later became the adopted son of King Carl XIII of Sweden, and after taking power, he turned against Napoleon and led Sweden to join the anti-French alliance. And Napoleon's first love, Eugenie, became the queen of Sweden, and her son became the crown prince of Sweden? What is this? A mix of a ladylike version of Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet? ”

Alexandre Dumas laughed and said, "Maybe I could write a book based on this experience." ”

"Uh......"

Louis didn't know how to answer this awkward question, and he changed his tone and said, "That's all from the last generation." But for now, Eugenie must have ended better than marrying my uncle. My uncle did a lot of wrong things in the relationship between men and women, and many of the ladies with whom he had a relationship were actually very good. Not only Eugenie, but also the Polish lady. My mother said that she was a very kind and gentle person, much more tolerant than my grandmother. ”

"Your grandmother?"

"Oh......" Louis explained, "you don't know." My grandmother was my grandmother, and my mother was the child of Josephine and her ex-husband, Alexandre de Beauharnet. At the persuasion of my grandmother, she married my father, Napoleon's fourth brother, Louis Napoleon Bonaparte, the former king of the Netherlands. ”

"Oh my God!" Arthur clutched his head and pretended to be surprised: "I thought that the incident between Portugal and Brazil was chaotic enough, but is it the same with the Bonaparte family?" ”

"It's not a big deal."

Louis scratched his nose: "You must know that the affairs of the nobles are always so chaotic, and there are too many interests involved. To be honest, I sometimes envy commoner families, at least not as much hypocrisy as there is in the court. I don't want to deny it...... The marital relationship between my mother and father...... It's not very happy, but they're both good parents, it's just not suitable to be together. ”

"Well......" Dumas's eyes suddenly became strange when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Arthur gave him a strange look: "Alexander, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Ah......" Alexandre Dumas said, swinging his head to the side and pointing to the landscape painting on the wall, "Very good painting, I didn't notice it before, the owner of the Golden Lion Hotel has good taste." ”

Louis glared at Alexandre Dumas with an unkind face, and although Arthur didn't know why Dumas was smiling, he knew it clearly.

The fat man was doubting his pedigree.

Because his mother had an unbridled affair with Charles Joseph, Count of Frao, it was often rumored in the streets of Paris that Louis Bonaparte was not of Bonaparte blood, but of the Périgord family.

As for why it is of the Peligor family's blood, it is because the Count of Flao has always been considered the illegitimate son of the French ambassador, Monsieur Talleyrand.

So, if this is true, then Louis is equal to Talleyrand's grandson.

This was something that Louis could not accept in any case.

It was already hard to admit that he was not a noble Bonaparte, and if it was Talleyrand's grandson, he would have committed suicide by jumping into the Thames.

For this reason, young Louis has repeatedly questioned his mother in person whose child he is.

And the answer from his mother's mouth was always very reassuring to him, he was a noble Bonaparte.

But although he said that, the question of bloodline has always been a pimple in his heart.

He also often compares the portraits of his father and uncle back and forth, trying to find similarities, but sadly, he does look a little more like his mother.

Arthur also noticed Louie's change in emotion.

It was the first time since he had been released from his cell by Scotland Yard that he had noticed that this young man could be so depressed.

In order to take care of his emotions, Arthur can only suppress his curiosity and turn the topic to the right path.

"Is the lover of Napoleon, Mrs. Poland, whom you just mentioned, very good?"

Seeing Arthur's question, Louis had to put aside the unpleasant matter for the time being: "Madame Mary Valewska is indeed a very gentle woman, and her fate is far more bitter than that of my uncle's first love. If I'm not mistaken, she must have been born into the famous Polish family of Raszynska family, and was arranged by the family to marry Count Swaleski, who was in a high position in Poland, just as she came of age......"

"Isn't that good?"

"If it's just about power, that's really good."

Louis said, "But Count Svaleschi was in his 70s at the time, and Valeskaw was only 18 years old. But despite her reluctance, Mrs. Valewska remained true to her duty as a wife after her marriage. When my uncle led an army into Warsaw and fell in love with her at first sight, she was also unwilling to violate basic Catholic morality, and she refused my uncle's courtship many times. ”

Alexandre Dumas wondered, "Oh, this does seem to be a lady of good character." But why did she later fall into the arms of Napoleon? ”

"Hmmm......"

Louis shook his head: "It can't be said that she threw herself into the arms of my uncle, but that the Poles pressed her into the arms of Napoleon." Ever since Poland was partitioned by Prussia, Russia, and Austria, they have been trying to restore the Kingdom of Poland.

So, when the Poles found out that Napoleon was in love with Mary, they began to send people to lobby the lady. All the patriots in Poland ran out, and they wrote letters to persuade Mary. They said: 'If you were a man, you would give your life to the motherland.' As a woman, you can make other sacrifices. Although the sacrifice will be painful, you must force yourself to do so. ’

And Marie's husband, Count Svaleski, also began to persuade her, and took the initiative to sign a divorce agreement with her, willingly giving her to Napoleon. From this time on, Mary finally began to accept my uncle as well.

She lived in Paris and bore birth to my uncle a son, who, in respect of the opinion of the Poles and Mary, was not named after Bonaparte, but after the old count's surname, Wallewski. My uncle promised Mary that the boy would become king of Poland after the restoration of Poland.

Mary's reward to my uncle was a lifelong affair, even when Josephine stepped down as queen and my uncle decided to marry the Austrian princess, she never said a word of complaint or anything excessive. She was really a very kind and considerate lady, and even a lively and fussy person like my mother thought very highly of her. ”

Hearing this, Arthur nodded slightly, he turned the title page of "Napoleon's Biography", pointed to the name on it, and said: "I probably know about Mary. But about her child, that king of Poland, is he in London now? ”

(End of chapter)