If the selection is at the end of 1809, the most eye-catching major event:

Europeans would complain, "Oh, the damn Corsican dwarf defeated us again, almost conquering the entire continent!"

French provinces like to mutter, "It's so pitiful. The emperor divorced the queen, but did not reduce the taxes of his subjects!"

What Parisians talk about the most was another topic, "Good, the illegitimate son defeated the son of the brewer!"

Two days before Christmas, the political farce that took place in the House of Nobles was successfully invaded every corner of Paris just a few hours later, along with the cold wind and ice rain.

The people of Paris were obviously happy, as excited as their fathers had when they besieged the Bastille in 178-9. At this time, they forgot their damn military service, the unfulfilled war bonuses that Napoleon promised, the ugly fact that unscrupulous merchants were waiting for an opportunity to raise prices during Christmas, gathered in the Revolutionary bar, a third franc café, and some street and alley that could shelter from the wind and rain.

Either he expounded his views on this matter, and exaggerated it to the infinite height of revolutionary politics; or he planned something in a low voice to try to use it to promote his ideas and ideas; or he vividly described the intense scenes that took place in the aristocratic house, as if he was present in person.

"Hey, we should support the justice of the illegitimate child. He is defending the free-rights formed in 178-9 years, defeating arranged marriages, long live General Desay!" In the revolutionary bar, the frustrated drunkard dressed as a trouser man began to cheer up.

"Gentlemen, Duke Hruna seems to be taking this to vent his dissatisfaction with Napoleon. Think about it, this should be our chance, well, a good opportunity!" Someone incited a conspiracy against the emperor in a cheap cafe.

"Damn Pierre, don't look at me with doubt. All I'm talking about is facts. The Duke of Desay punched Marshal Udino's nose, and blood flowed. Prince Eugen is also avenging his mother and fisting with General Duroc." In order to strengthen his persuasion, the narrator also grabbed the two military police passing by him and asked them to testify.

"Let go quickly, Dad Coral! We have a task to be on duty, and please don't gather here - everyone makes trouble. I don't want to hear my aunt's crying again, and I run to the police station to bail you again!"

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It is obvious that the citizens of Paris have a much higher like for the Duke of Desay than Marshal Udino. The former is a handsome, handsome, rich and gentle nobleman; the latter is a bald hair, a big belly, and a broken ear, and always think of the bad image of an old cow eating young grass. In contrast, the high and low judgment are determined, and in addition, some people secretly conduct biased public opinion guidance, sympathizing with the illegitimate son and disgusting the son of the brewer, has become the mainstream of thought of the citizens of the capital.

The emotions of the people in Paris also quickly affected the Bourbon Palace, namely the lower house of the Imperial Parliament, and the location of the National Assembly.

Unlike the situation where the aristocratic courtyard was closed and no outsiders were allowed to visit, the National Assembly continued the people-friendly style of the Revolutionary era. The furnishings and simple decorations were like a fan-shaped staircase classroom, and in the debate hall, for more than half of the year, they were open to enthusiastic people who care about national affairs.

A national representative from Baruduk (Marrior Udino's hometown) proposed a motion to "dogs take rats" and asked the lower house of the Empire to issue a statement condemn the rough-behaved Duke Hruna and beat the outstanding Imperial Marshal in public.

This sentence immediately caused booing from many listeners. The parliamentarians in the Greater Paris area also jumped out and spoke out loudly. They threw manuscripts and pencils in their hands at the proposers and apprentices to win the cheers of the people. There was also a young parliamentarian who was excited to squeeze forward and push forward the supporters of Marshal Udino.

The situation in the National Assembly began to lose control and was developing towards the direction of aristocratic gang fights. Fortunately, the Speaker of the House of Lower House, who had experienced the Crazy Revolutionary era, was prepared. He made a direct order without hesitation to let the National Self-Defense Force, who was waiting outside the door, enter the venue to maintain order.

Fully armed soldiers flocked in, first driving all the bystanders out of the debate hall, and then separating the two forces with opposing positions, which avoided the entire armed movement of the lower house of the Empire, but the debate in the lower house could not continue.

In the noisy bars, cheap cafes, the public sentiment on the streets of Paris, and the farce that continued in the National Assembly, naturally, the police minister Fouche submitted a statement. In this daily briefing placed on the desk of Emperor Hu Tao, the police minister only mentioned it in a plain tone, without the keen judgment and meticulous analysis of carrying a hound.

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In the study of the emperor at the Duille Palace, Napoleon, who had officially returned to his celibacy, had not had much happiness on his face. He walked around the floor impatiently, making disharmonious noises, and sometimes he would touch his forehead or shout aloud at the innocent personal servant, Baron Constant.

"Damn Little Desai is simply a little bastard who makes trouble everywhere. This is like this in Madrid, Barcelona, ​​and even more so when he returns to Paris. How could he not learn the elegant temperament of Old Desai? Udino is also an old bastard who speaks without saying anything. He deserves to be beaten like a pig's head. Tell me, Constant, who is who who is wrong?"

The baron servant shrugged and looked pitiful, "I don't know". This is Constant's way of being a human being. He never participates in disputes between generals and nobles, nor does he make comments on state affairs. His only duty is to do his best to serve the emperor and protect the emperor's safety.

He had no distractions, so Constant always took it calmly in front of the angry emperor and was deeply trusted by Napoleon.

After venting, the emperor did not expect that the personal servant who was more stubborn than the duck would make any high-profile statements. In fact, the battle between General Desay and Marshal Udino did not affect Napoleon's personal prestige nor weaken the emperor's ruling status. To a certain extent, the disagreement between the general and the Marshal was a natural phenomenon that he was very happy to see, and in fact, he had always been like this.

The reason for the anger was that the supporters of the two "bad guys" beat the lawsuit to Napoleon, which made the emperor unable to enjoy his own Christmas and had a secret meeting with a wife of a minister she had just met.

The senior adjutant around the emperor, General Rap, naturally supported Duke Hruna, and General Duroc was wearing a torn military uniform and defending himself. Not only that, the emperor's relatives were also involved. His younger brother Jerome Bonaparte believed that Marshal Udino was unreasonable and deserved to be beaten. His brother-in-law Mura tried his best to slander Desay, and found out the bad habit of dispatching "pirates" to besiege Naples.

"We should give them a little lesson as compensation for my Christmas holiday!" Napoleon decided to do so.

He asked Constant to sit at his desk, capture his sword and write for his writing, and drafted a penalty decision on a duke and a marshal: confiscate the nobles' ancestral service for the next year, and cancel his aristocratic membership for half a year; he ordered Marshal Udino to think about his mistakes at home and be transferred to the Kingdom of the Netherlands the second week after the New Year.

This decision to punish the punishment with high ruthlessness retained the face of the "old marshal", but it did not bring any damage to the "little duke". Desai's so-called aristocratic aristocratic aristocratic aristocratic was deprived of indefinitely by the emperor three months ago. As for the cancellation of the six-year membership, it was exactly what Desai expected. In fact, Napoleon himself knew very well that most members of the noble House of Representatives were far less enthusiastic than those of the National Assembly, because the former was usually idle.

A few minutes later, Constant handed over the emperor's pardon to the guards outside the door. He turned around and said to Napoleon, "Your Majesty, if you don't enter the bathtub again, I will prepare to boil water again."

"I'll go, damn stupid thing. Remember to measure my height after bathing, you must look right!"

"Don't worry, my Majesty! Your most faithful servant will carefully record the height of the great emperor in his own memoirs of 1.73 meters, and absolutely no 5 centimeters!"

"Constant, you are such a stupid and old bastard. I will never buy your book!"

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The emperor's punishment order was sent to the homes of the two parties in half an hour. Marshal Udino, who was beaten with a blue nose and a slurred look, did not dare to go out at all. As soon as the emperor ordered him to take care of him at home.

In that sneak attack, the Duke of Desai, who won a great victory, still expressed his high profile. As soon as he finished his boxing performance in the Noble Court, he was busy looking for relatives and friends everywhere. It was not until the next day that Desai saw the emperor's punishment order.

The first stop for the Duke of Desai to find his relatives was naturally a secluded manor in the suburbs of Paris, where Marshal Rana was cultivated and recuperated. After the two-hour secret conversation with the godfather, before leaving, Desai was in the gratitude of the Rana family and the many servants, and he had to carry the proud Gaul rooster, Marshal Rana's former patron saint, and now the auspicious bird belonging to the Desai Legion, carefully brought back his mansion on the Champs Elysees.

On the way home, Desai was trying his best to suppress his evil thoughts: cut off the neck of the pretended Gaul chicken and dig out the small eyes that would not fly that despise all human beings.

When the carriage was parked in front of his house, Desai finally let out a long sigh, and the self-started "hell mode" finally paused. He felt that his patience was getting longer and he did not kill the slutty chicken who had always despised him.

As soon as she got off the car, Desai saw Miss Litisia coming after hearing the news. Following her was the Italian spirit dog with a harmonious gait, elegant and noble gait.

"Is this a gift for me?" Miss Litisia rushed forward excitedly. Before she could reply, she snatched the Gaul chicken in Desai's hand, gently stroked its colorful feathers, and used her pretty little nose to push the little head of the auspicious bird.

The little bastard was surrounded by the girl's breasts, and it seemed to feel very comfortable, but he didn't peck at people. While he was quite surprised, Desai felt relaxed all over, and the damn burden finally changed his hand smoothly.

Now, it was the noble dog on the ground's turn that was not happy. It tightened its graceful torso, raised its back hair, and grinned at the hostess' new favorite, pretending to be intimidating.

The threat of the noble dog is high and looks disdainful. It has been scared since childhood and has seen more bullets than the dog hair on the noble dog.
Chapter completed!