Make France Great Again

By August, summer is getting stronger, and the temperature in Constantinople under the Mediterranean climate has also increased a few degrees higher than before. The earth under the scorching sun gradually begins to become dry and cracked, and it feels like stepping on it with bare feet. In a burning furnace wall, there are few pedestrians on the street, only the porters in the port continue to carry materials to the transport ship under the scorching sun.

It was in such hot weather that a warship flying the British flag slowly approached the port of Constantinople and stopped at the port pier.

A British officer in a bright red military uniform and a group of ladies in simple gray dresses and buns walked down the steps to the pier.

When everyone stopped at the dock, the British officer respectfully said to a young lady: "Ms. Nightingale, I sent you here!"

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Your Excellency!" The lady who was called Nightingale by the British officers bowed to the officer.

"No trouble!" the British officer responded quickly, and then continued: "It is an honor to serve a noble lady like you!"

"You are exaggerating!" Nightingale said humbly: "I was just doing my job!"

"This is your nobility! Noble people never ask for anything in return!" The British officer then praised Nightingale.

As soon as the British officer finished speaking, Nightingale showed a shy smile on her face. She waved her hand and responded to the British officer: "Okay! Sir, it's time for me to go! If we continue to flatter like this, the two of us will be in trouble." I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave here today!”

Afterwards, Nightingale waved goodbye to the British officers and watched the British warships leave the port.

Looking at the British warships gradually disappearing on the horizon, Nightingale turned to her friends and said: "Okay! Friends, let's go to the hospital where Ms. Vernia is!"

"Otherwise, we should report to the embassy first! After wandering at sea for such a long time, we should also report to London that we are safe!" A nurse suggested to Nightingale.

Nightingale also realized that her team had been drifting at sea for more than two months and really needed to report to London that they were safe.

"Okay!" Nightingale nodded and said, "Let's go to the embassy first to report that we are safe, and then go to the hospital!"

So, Nightingale and her party set out for the British Embassy in a mighty manner.

…

Just when Nightingale decided to go to the embassy first and then to the hospital where Vernia was located, Vernia was immediately called to the office by the director of the military hospital just after inspecting the ward.

"What happened?" Wilnia looked at the dean in front of him with a puzzled look.

The dean who learned of Wilnia's identity had now become Wilnia's loyal lackey. He said to Wilnia with a flattering look on his face: "Ms. Wilnia, a team of British volunteers is about to arrive. In our hospital, the leader of this group of volunteers said that she is your loyal admirer, and would you like to meet them?"

"Volunteer team?" After thinking about it, Wilnia immediately realized that the volunteer team the dean was talking about was probably Nightingale, who wrote to her some time ago: "Is her name Nightingale!"

"That's right!" There was a brief moment of astonishment on the dean's face, and then he nodded and replied to Vernia, "The leader of this volunteer group is indeed called Nightingale! Ms. Vernia, do you think you know each other?" ?”

"I was the one who invited Nightingale!" Wilnia replied calmly: "Originally, she planned to go directly to Crimea!"

The dean nodded and said to Wilnia in a subordinate tone: "I understand! Do you need the hospital to make arrangements for them?"

"That's not necessary!" Wilnia shook her head and replied to the dean.

Then, Wilnia returned to the office. Sitting in the office, she felt a little tired and fell asleep on the table.

When Wilnia raised her head again, she found that at some point, there was an extra person in her office.

"You're awake!" Jérôme Bonaparte, who had the newspaper spread out on his lap, raised his head and said to Vernia after hearing the movement from his desk.

"How long have I been sleeping!" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte in a slightly lazy tone.

"Let me see!" Jerome Bonaparte took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, "Only twenty minutes have passed since I entered the room.

And the time you ended your inspection was only about twenty minutes before I entered the room, which means you should have spent no more than forty minutes sleeping! "

"That means I slept for half an hour!" Vernia said to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Yes!" Jerome Bonaparte stood up and stood behind Vernia, gently pressing Vernia's temples with his hands.

Vernia closed her eyes and enjoyed Jerome Bonaparte's long-lost service.

"Didn't I tell you! Don't exhaust yourself. Look, you are almost an iron man now! You go to bed at 2 a.m. and get up at 6:30. Are you really not afraid of sudden death?" Jérôme Bo Naba said to Vernia in a reproachful tone.

"Then it's not all your fault!" Wilnia replied in a coquettish tone: "If you hadn't called me every day... that... (Vilnia's voice became smaller and smaller)... I wouldn't have gone to bed so late. !”

"You took the initiative!" Jérôme Bonaparte immediately retorted, "If you didn't take the initiative, it would be fine!"

After saying that, the angry Vernia didn't care about his superiority or inferiority, and used the usual tricks used by girls to pinch Jerome Bonaparte's waist hard.

"Ah!" Jerome Bonaparte shouted softly, and then moved his hands away from Vernia's temples.

Vernia immediately panicked when she heard Jerome Bonaparte's scream. She quickly turned around to check on Jerome Bonaparte's condition.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she was held in the arms of Jérôme Bonaparte.

Immediately afterwards, Vernia fell under the offensive of Jérôme and Bonaparte.

"This is a hospital...no..."

"I just touched it!"

"No... close the curtains..."

"As you command...my princess..."

…

About forty minutes later, the room was filled with the scent of hormones and youth, and a few drops of liquid appeared on the originally clean floor.

The refreshed Jérôme Bonaparte arranged his clothes, then opened the curtains and window sills to ventilate the air in the room.

With a blushing face, Wilnia took out the paper towels from the drawer, then squatted down to wipe the liquid dripping on the ground.

After Vernia finished wiping, a doctor entered the room and announced: "Your Majesty, Ms. Vernia, Miss Nightingale has arrived!"

"Invite her in!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to the doctor.

The doctor glanced at Jérôme Bonaparte and said: "As ordered, Your Majesty!"

After a while, Nightingale entered the office.

Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Nightingale.

Her brown hair is evenly scattered on both sides and fixed with a white embroidered bun. She is not tall, has a white face, and is wearing a gray dress that looks particularly simple. Overall, she can be regarded as a well-behaved middle-class woman, without any Later generations praised her for her stunning beauty.

"Ms. Vernia!" Nightingale smiled and saluted, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time!"

(After Nightingale finished these words, she smelled the remaining smell of "heather" and hormones in the room.)

"Nothing!" Wilnia stretched out her hand to invite Nightingale and said, "Ms. Nightingale, sit down!"

Only then did Nightingale realize that there was another person sitting on the sofa.

"Who is this... sir?" Nightingale asked Jérôme Bonaparte doubtfully.

Jérôme Bonaparte deliberately pretended to be disappointed and sighed at Nightingale: "Hey! Just think of me as a little transparent!"

"Pfft!" Jérôme Bonaparte's self-deprecation made Nightingale and Vernia smile at the same time.

At the same time, Nightingale also thought about what his friend Sydney Herbert, the Secretary of State for Military Affairs, told her before he left, "The Miss Vernia you want to visit is not a simple person." Someone! Behind her might be the Emperor of France!"

"Your Majesty!" Nightingale immediately realized that the laughing man in front of her was probably the emperor of the French Empire, and she hurriedly saluted Jerome Bonaparte.

"You guessed it so quickly!" Jérôme Bonaparte had a look of surprise on his face. He originally thought that it would take Nightingale some time to guess his identity.

"Before I came here, my friend once told me something about Miss Vernia and you..." Nightingale explained to Jérôme Bonnet. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuaｎ.com

"This friend of yours is really powerful!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Nightingale with a half-smile. Of course he understood that the friend Nightingale mentioned was someone in the British cabinet. Minister.

Nightingale smiled slightly and said nothing.

"Miss Nightingale, Vernia has already told me your purpose of coming here!" Jerome Bonaparte said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that someone would be willing to come from the safe rear. Go to the front and take care of the wounded! Miss Nightingale, I admire your behavior!"

"You are exaggerating!" Nightingale praised Vernia to Jerome Bonaparte with a respectful attitude: "Didn't Madam Vernia, like me, leave the Paris social scene and come here to take care of the wounded? ?”

"No, you two are different!"

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