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, Ludry Roland and his party were quickly arrested and brought to justice.

This time Ludry Rolland never had the chance to escape to the Rijksmuseum and then diverted to London as a political exile.

Imprisoned by brutal soldiers, he had no choice but to await trial.

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

For the Party of Order, the National Assembly, which has swept away the Mountain Party, will completely become a "committee of public security" that belongs only to them.

For Jerome Bonaparte, the seemingly huge party of Order became a paper tiger after swept away the stubborn Mountain Party and the Republican faction.

The Party of Order, which has the Mountain Party and the Republican Party as enemies, will not fall apart because of the question of interests, but without these two parties, the secondary contradiction will become the primary contradiction.

Jerome Bonaparte only needs to take advantage of the fisherman.

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

Soldiers lined up in a phalanx to wait for the review by President Jerome Bonaparte and Commander Changarnier. Every time Jerome Bonaparte came to a phalanx, the commander of the phalanx would order their soldiers to shout: "Napoleon Long live!"

This is the slogan used by General Changarnier and Jérôme Bonaparte to identify the loyalists after consultation, and any army that shouts the slogan "Long live Napoleon" is regarded as a loyalist.

Sure enough, when Jérôme Bonaparte and Changarnier inspected the Eighth, Ninth and Twelfth National Guard Corps, the officers of the Eighth, Ninth and Twelfth Corps shouted: " Long live the Republic!"

General Changarnier gestured to the adjutant beside him, and the adjutant who was instructed by Changarnier nodded to understand that he had secretly recorded these three legions, and only after the military parade was over, they would ask Prime Minister Barrow and Liueli. The minister signed the document for the dissolution of the three legions, and then promptly dismissed the three legions.

The poor three commanders in charge of the legion did not know the fate they were about to suffer.

After all the troops were inspected, Jerome Bonaparte was sent to the Ministry of Internal Affairs by the army dragoons.

The Minister of the Interior, Leon Fushi, led the subordinate directors of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to greet him in person.

"Mr. President!" Leon Foch said to Jerome Bonaparte with a flattering expression.

"Minister Fouche, where are the traitor Ledru Roland and his comrades now imprisoned!" Jerome Bonaparte handed the white horse to the soldier beside him and patted the dust on his body.

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

"I want to see him! Can I?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Leon Faucher.

"Of course! Your Excellency, please come with me!" Leon Fouche said as he led Jerome Bonaparte to the prison of the Police Department under the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

In this cellar-like prison, Jerome Bonaparte met Ludry Roland again.

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

Jerome Bonaparte guessed that it might be that Ludry Roland was beaten by the rude **** when he resisted.

In just one day, the former congressman was reduced to the current prisoner, which is ironic for France, which claims to be a beacon of democracy.

"Mr. Ludru Roland, how did you become like this in just one day's work?" Jerome Bonaparte, who was outside the prison, looked at Ludru Roland pretending to be surprised.

"Jérôme Bonaparte!" Ludry Roland raised his head and looked at him, shouting: "Don't be too complacent! It won't be long before you will become like me! They won't let go past you!"

"Mr. Roland!" Jerome Bonaparte restrained his astonishment and turned to a sarcastic expression: "I don't want to overthrow 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 associates, how could they be my enemies?"

"Yes! You are just a puppet they support, a thief who recklessly squanders the great man's afterglow! It's too late for them to thank you!" Ludru Roland, who was basically in a state of self-abandonment, laughed like a demon: "History will not let you go! The French people will definitely recognize your ugly face!"

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

"You careerist! Sooner or later, you will destroy the entire republic!" Ludry 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!

Then, 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 one death!"

"No no no!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and said to Ludry Roland: "You will not die! After all, it is a shame for the National Assembly to sentence a few members to death. They were also voted for 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 natives to learn the truth, the good and the beautiful."

In the unspoken rules of exile in France, people who are famous and do not cause too much harm to France, France will send them out of France, whether to go to Brussels or London, let them decide, the second-class political criminals will be exiled to Arles Colony of Giers, the last political criminals were exiled to French Guiana.

Crimes of the first two classes may also be returned to France if they receive amnesty.

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

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

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

Before leaving the prison of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Jérôme Bonaparte once again instructed Leon Foch not to let Ledru Roland seek his own shortsightedness. He must wait until the judicial system is over for the trial, and he will be detained in Ledru Roland. In the meantime, don't let him meet anyone.

Leon Fausch swore to Jerome Bonaparte that he would not live up to his expectations.

Jerome Bonaparte rode back to the Elysee Palace.

On June 14, as soon as the news of Ludru Rolland's arrest came out, many deputies who sympathized with Ludru Rolland went to visit him at the Elysee Palace. Without exception, he interceded with Jérôme Bonaparte, hoping that he could pardon Ledru Roland.

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

In the conversation with the parliamentarians, Jerome Bonaparte clearly felt that some of the parliamentarians seemed to want to move closer to the Elysee Palace.

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

14th at 7pm.

After the last ray of dawn disappeared on the horizon, night fell.

Minister of War Liueli took a carriage to the Elysee Palace to make an appointment. The carriage drove straight into the gate of the Elysee Palace, and Liueli got off.

"Welcome, Mr. Earl Liuelli!" said Conrobel, who was in charge of welcoming Liuelli, addressing his title.

"Yeah!" Liu Eli nodded slightly.

Under the leadership of Conrobel, Liu Eli came to the dinner restaurant.

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

Liueli walked to the gate, and the two servants in charge of guarding the gate quickly opened the door when they saw Liueli’s arrival.

After Liueli entered the room, the door closed again.

President Jerome Bonaparte was sitting dignifiedly at the main table, when he saw Liuelli coming, he nodded slightly and invited, "Sit down!"

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

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

Liu Eli pondered for a moment and said, "Brandy!"

Jerome Bonaparte waved, and the servant in charge of serving quickly poured a glass of brandy for Liueli and Jerome Bonaparte.

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

The servants who received the order quickly served Jérôme Bonaparte and Liueli. Since the dinner party used a French-style serving method, all the dishes were served at one time.

So Jérôme Bonaparte and Liuelli's table mountain is full of food, sturgeon caviar, foie gras and snails are naturally essential things.

Looking at the steaming and charmingly fragrant food Liu Eli was a little puzzled, what did the president mean by calling him here?

Thinking of this, Liu Eli's heart felt a little more worried.

I hope the president doesn't let him do things he can't do.

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

Liueli hurriedly raised his glass and said, "Mr. President!"

After taking a sip of wine, Jerome Bonaparte said half-jokingly and half-seriously to Minister Liuelli: "Mr. Minister, what do you think of the Alpine Front?"