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Chapter 130: The Dust Settles

June 13, 1849, 3 p.m.

Under the "wise" leadership of President Jérôme Bonaparte and the "excellent" command of General Changarnier, Ledru Rolland and his associates were quickly arrested and brought to justice.

This time, Ludru Roland had no chance to escape to the Rijksmuseum, and then transferred to London to serve as a political exile.

Being imprisoned by rough soldiers, his only option was to wait for trial.

On the other hand, as the victors, the Party of Order and Jérôme Bonaparte were in high spirits.

For the Party of Order, the National Assembly after eliminating the Montagnards will completely become a "Committee of Public Security" that belongs only to them.

For Jérôme Bonaparte, after defeating the stubborn Montagnards and Republicans, the seemingly huge Party of Order became a paper tiger.

The Party of Order, which has the Montagnards and the Republicans as its enemies, will not fall apart due to issues of interest, but without these two parties, secondary contradictions will become principal contradictions.

Jérôme Bonaparte only had to reap the benefits.

Accompanied by Changarnier, Jérôme Bonaparte on a white horse once again inspected the regular army and the National Guard.

The soldiers lined up in square formations to wait for the review of President Jérôme Bonaparte and Commander Changarnier. Every time Jérôme Bonaparte entered a square formation, the commander of the square formation would order their soldiers to shout: "Napoleon

Long live!"

This was the slogan used by General Changarnier and Jérôme Bonaparte to identify loyalists after discussion. All troops who chanted the slogan "Long Live Napoleon" were regarded as loyalists.

Sure enough, when Jérôme Bonaparte and Changarnier reviewed the Eighth, Ninth and Twelfth Legions of the National Guard, the officers of the Eighth, Ninth and Twelfth Legions shouted: "

Long live the Republic!”

General Changarnier looked at the adjutant beside him. The adjutant who received Changarnier's instructions nodded to express his understanding. He had secretly noted down these three armies. After the military parade was over, they would ask Prime Minister Barrow and Liuelli

The minister signed the document disbanding the three legions and then quickly disbanded the three legions.

It's a pity that the three commanders in charge of the legion still don't know the fate they are about to suffer.

After all the troops were reviewed, Jérôme Bonaparte went to the Ministry of the Interior under the escort of army dragoons.

Minister of the Interior Leon Fuchs led the subordinate directors of the Ministry of Interior to personally greet him.

"Mr. President!" Leon Fuchs said to Jérôme Bonaparte with a flattering expression.

"Minister Fuchs, where are the traitor Ludru Roland and his accomplices being imprisoned now!" Jérôme Bonaparte handed the white horse to the soldier on the side and patted the dust on his body.

"Report to the President, Ludru Roland and the others are being held in the prison of the Ministry of the Interior!" Leon Fuchs replied.

"I want to see him! Is it possible?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Léon Fuchs.

"Of course! Your Excellency, please follow me!" Léon Fuchs said as he led Jérôme Bonaparte to the prison of the Police Department under the Ministry of the Interior.

In this cellar-like prison, Jérôme Bonaparte met Ludru Roland again.

At this time, Ludru Roland no longer looked like before. He was covered in dust and had a bruise on his forehead, as if he had been beaten by someone.

Jérôme Bonaparte guessed that Ludru Roland was beaten by the rough Qiu Ba when he resisted.

In just one day, a former member of parliament became a prisoner. What an irony for France, which prides itself as a beacon of democracy.

"Mr. Ludru Roland, how can you become like this in just one day?" Jérôme Bonaparte outside the cell door pretended to be surprised and looked at Ludru Roland.

"Jérôme Bonaparte!" Ludru Roland raised his head and looked at him, shouting: "Don't be proud for too long! It won't be long before you become like me! They won't let you go.

It’s your fault!”

"Mr. Roland!" Jerome Bonaparte suppressed his surprise and turned to a sarcastic expression: "I will not want to subvert the republic like you do. I respect the authority of the National Assembly and am willing to serve the National Assembly!

My colleagues in the Party of Order are my closest partners, how can they become my enemies?"

"Yes! You are just a puppet they supported, a thief who wantonly squandered the afterglow of a great man! It's too late for them to thank you!" Ludru Roland, who was basically in a state of self-destruction, laughed like a man possessed:

"History will not let you go! The French people will definitely recognize your ugly face!"

"The people?" Jérôme Bonaparte sneered disdainfully: "What the people know does not depend on themselves, but on what we want them to know. Which history are you talking about?

Where’s the version?”

"You careerist! Sooner or later you will destroy the entire republic!" Ludru Roland pointed at Jerome Bonaparte and said angrily.

"Mr. Roland! On the contrary, I will protect this beautiful republic!" Jerome Bonaparte responded, and added in his heart: The premise is that this republic can become an empire!

Later, Jerome Bonaparte asked again: "Mr. Roland, don't you want to know your ending?"

Ludru Roland in the cell sneered disdainfully: "It's nothing more than death!"

"No, no, no!" Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and said to Ludru Roland: "You will not die! After all, sentencing several members to death is a shameful thing for the National Assembly. How about you?

You were also voted in by the workers. Let me tell you! You will be exiled to the South American colonies as political prisoners. I hope your theories can teach those indigenous people to learn truth, goodness and beauty."

According to France's hidden rules of exile, France will send people who are famous and have not caused too much harm to France, whether to Brussels or London, as they decide. Second-class political criminals will be exiled to Albany.

In the colony of Giles, political criminals of the last letter would be exiled to French Guiana.

If crimes of the first two levels are amnesty, they may return to France.

The last level of political criminals represents that the French government does not even want to see him, and therefore will never have the right to be pardoned.

"I will be there to witness your destruction with my own eyes!" Ludru Roland said through gritted teeth.

"Mr. Roland, you may not be able to wait for that day! I wish you a happy stay in South America!" Jérôme Bonaparte politely bowed to Ludru Roland and left.

Before leaving the Ministry of the Interior prison, Jérôme Bonaparte once again told Léon Fauche not to let Ludru Rolland commit suicide. He must wait until the trial in the judicial system is completed, and he must be imprisoned in Ludru Rolland.

During this period, do not let him meet anyone.

Léon Fuchs swore to Jérôme Bonaparte that he would live up to his expectations.

Jérôme Bonaparte mounted his horse again and returned to the Elysée Palace.

On June 14, as soon as the news of Ludru Rolland's arrest came out, many MPs who were sympathetic to Ludru Rolland went to the Elysee Palace to visit him. Some of them were members of the moderate republicans and some of them were people within the Party of Order.

Without exception, he appealed to Jérôme Bonaparte in the hope that he would pardon Ludru Roland.

Jerome Bonaparte pretended to be entangled for a long time at first, and then he finally "couldn't stand" the congressman's plea. He tactfully promised the congressman who came to plead for mercy that he would do his best to help Congressman Ludru Roland avoid the death penalty, but the death penalty can be punished.

If you are exempt, you cannot escape the crime of living.

During the conversation with the congressmen, Jérôme Bonaparte clearly felt that some congressmen seemed to want to move closer to the Elysée Palace.

The "Elysée Palace" is no longer an empty shell with only a name.

7pm on the 14th.

The last ray of light disappeared behind the horizon, and night fell.

Minister of War Liuelli took a carriage to the Elysee Palace for an appointment. The carriage drove straight into the gate of the Elysee Palace and Liuelli got off the car.

"Welcome, Mr. Count Liouelli!" Canrobert, who was responsible for welcoming Liuelli, called him by his title.

"Yeah!" Liu Aili nodded slightly.

Under the leadership of Canrobert, Liuelli came to the dinner restaurant.

"Mr. President is right inside!" Canrobel said, pointing to a door at the end.

Liuelli walked to the door, and the two servants responsible for guarding the door quickly opened the door when they saw Liuelli's arrival.

After Liuelli entered the room, the door closed again.

President Jérôme Bonaparte was sitting dignifiedly at the main table. When he saw Liuelli's arrival, he nodded slightly and said, "Sit down!"

"Good morning, Mr. President!" Liuelli sat down.

"Red wine or brandy!" Jérôme Bonaparte asked again.

Liuelli thought for a moment and then said: "Brandy!"

Jerome Bonaparte waved his hand, and the servant in charge quickly poured a glass of brandy for each of Liuelli and Jerome Bonaparte.

"Let's begin!" Jerome Bonaparte said to the servant.

The servants who received the order quickly served Jérôme Bonaparte and Liuelli. Since the dinner used French serving techniques, that is, all the dishes were served at one time.

Therefore, the dining table of Jerome Bonaparte and Liuelli was filled with food. Sturgeon caviar, foie gras and snails were naturally indispensable items.

Looking at the steaming and charmingly fragrant food in front of him, Liuelli was a little confused. What did the president mean by calling him here?

Thinking of this, Liu Aili felt a little worried in his heart.

I hope the president will not ask him to do something beyond his ability.

"Mr. Minister!" Jérôme Bonaparte raised his glass to signal.

Liuelli quickly raised his glass and said: "Mr. President!"

Jérôme Bonaparte took a sip of wine and said to Minister Liuelli, half jokingly and half seriously: "Mr. Minister, I wonder what you think of the Alpine Front?"

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