People in the mansion seemed to hear the carriage outside the mansion.
After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a black coat with a white brooch on his chest appeared outside the mansion and nodded slightly to Fleury who was sitting in the driver's seat. Fleury quickly got out of the driver's seat.
After handing the horse's head reins to the middle-aged man, Persili on the carriage stood up and opened the door first and lowered the steps.
Jérôme stood up and glanced at Persiri who was slowly getting out of the car at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes turned to the middle-aged man holding the horse's head, and his solemn expression forced a smile.
"Taylan, long time no see!" Jérôme said in a dry London accent.
A middle-aged man named Tai Lan also responded with a smile on his stubbled face: "Your Highness, long time no see!"
Although he had already learned about his cousin's situation from Pesiri, Jérôme could not help but want to ask about this loyal and meticulous servant who had followed his cousin for more than ten years.
What if this was all just a prank played by Persili and his cousin?
With a glimmer of hope, Jérôme asked: "Cousin, how is he... now?"
After Tailan was silent for a few seconds, he responded hesitantly: "Your Majesty... the situation is not optimistic... your body has been heating... and you are always having vomiting and diarrhea... In short... Your Highness, you will know after you go in and take a look.
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After that, Tailan led the carriage and left. He really didn't want to convey his sad emotions to Jérôme who had not yet entered the mansion.
After hearing Tailan's response, Jérôme's heart felt cramped again.
This kind of pain coming from the depths of the soul is probably the "legacy" left by the previous owner of the body.
Persili, who was standing next to Jérôme, looked at the bloodless Jérôme, pointed at the small mansion and said: "Your Highness, His Majesty is waiting for you in the mansion!"
Jerome came to his senses and walked to the door of the mansion in three steps and two steps at a time.
Looking at the door of the mansion painted with brown paint in front of him, Jérôme didn't have the courage to push the door open. Persili on the side saw this and stretched out his hand to gently push the door open.
The living room on the first floor appeared in front of Jerome's eyes. The decoration of the living room was generally the product of the fusion of the Empire period and the Rococo period. The luxurious exterior scenery inadvertently revealed the aura of a nouveau riche.
The red curtains hanging by the window are hooked on the left and right sides of the window with bronze hooks. The hazy sunlight (sunlight is obscured by the smog produced by industrialization and becomes hazy) shines on the almost fading red Turkish wool blanket, clinging to it.
The copper-plated railings on the first and second floor stairs of the wall also glow dazzlingly under the sunlight.
This is an exquisite product that has been maintained for more than 30 years by an exquisite owner. Time has not left a single scratch on this exquisite product, but it has also stayed in the glory of Napoleon.
More than thirty years ago, the fusion product of the Imperial Period and the Rococo Period was destined to be unable to adapt to today's rapidly developing industrialized society. More and more "nouveau riche" squeezed into the upper class will determine the direction of the entire era with their strong assets.
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The extravagance advocated by the aristocracy will no longer exist, and "simplicity" will be popular for a long time.
While observing the layout of the mansion, Jerome followed Pesiri's steps across the stairs from the first floor to the second floor and walked up to the second floor.
After passing through the long and narrow corridor on the second floor, Persili and Jérôme arrived at the door of a room at the end of the second floor.
"Cough...cough"
A violent coughing sound came from the room, and Jerome's mood undoubtedly became worse.
Pesili knocked on the door gently, and a pleasant London accent came from the room: "Come in!"
"Let me do it!"
Just when Pesili was about to push the door in, Jérôme stopped him and held the door handle.
Some things still need to be faced calmly.
Jérôme took a deep breath to calm down. He pressed the door with one hand, held the door handle with the other hand, and gently pushed the door open.
As the door creaked and creaked, everything inside the door came into Jérôme's sight.
A middle-aged man was lying half-ly on a gorgeous brown-yellow carved four-corner bed. He turned his head to the position near his left hand. Next to his right hand was a man with golden hair, a pretty face but tearful eyes.
The woman held her hands tightly with the middle-aged man's, and her eyes followed the middle-aged man to look behind the door.
Behind the woman was a doctor wearing a black gown with his back to the door. His up and down movements seemed to be tinkering with something.
The middle-aged man who looked like he was dying was the "leader" of the Bonaparte family, the future emperor Napoleon III, Louis Bonaparte.
Sitting next to him was Louis Bonaparte's new love in Britain, the London lovegirl Miss Howard.
Historically, he would return to Paris to participate in the election at the end of April, and then enter the presidential throne in December surrounded by French farmers.
In December 1851, he launched a coup and became the lifelong consul of France. In 1852, he was crowned emperor of France.
Of course Miss Howard will also break up with him after he becomes emperor.
However, it seems that everything will be in vain.
Louis Bonaparte's face, which was getting thinner due to illness, looked at Jérôme in shock for a moment, and then showed an expression of relief. He stretched out his bony arms and said in a hoarse voice: "My cousin,
You are finally here!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man started coughing violently again, and his expression gradually became painful.
All the blonde on the side could do was gently touch his back to reduce the middle-aged man's pain.
"Thirsty...I want to drink water...drink water!" Louis Bonaparte groaned in pain. His hands kept groping back and forth towards the wardrobe next to the pillar bed, but he couldn't reach the water glass.
Upon seeing this, Jerome quickly came to Louis Bonaparte and prepared to help him get the water glass.
At this moment, the doctor in the white coat's unique London accent appeared in the ears of everyone present: "If you don't want to be infected, I advise you to stay away from him!"
Jerome's cholera, which was "warned" by doctors, was later called a Class A infectious disease. Its infection speed and fatality rate were extremely high, but Jerome did not stop because of the doctor's "warning". He stood
He stood in front of Louis Bonaparte and held his bony hand in silence.
Napoleon III, whose arm was held, stopped moaning and looked at his cousin, his dry lips seemed to want to say something!
"It's okay! Cousin! You will be fine!" Jérôme, who was holding Louis Bonaparte's hand, could only comfort him as much as possible. Judging from the current situation, his cousin is likely to have passed.
The best treatment period.
In the later stages of cholera, accompanied by systemic organ failure, even the medical system of later generations cannot save it, let alone the current 19th century.