Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The French love of art is well-known all over the world, it is a deep-seated national gene, the love of art can let them transcend political or ethnic barriers.

Amongst the people that rushed into Tuileries' Palace, there were indeed some that were hot-blooded and wanted to destroy everything. However, the crowd's rational voices quickly suppressed his crazy actions.

The large-scale destruction of cultural relics was forcefully stopped!

However, while they could stop the destruction, they could not stop the theft. Although the sculptures and oil paintings on the walls were neither destroyed nor taken away, the display of those small pieces became their spoils of war.

The palace maids screamed out in fear. Those who hadn't been taken away by the empress could only watch as the thugs rushed into the rooms, snatching away those rare treasures.

A comb studded with pearls and gems, a whole bottle of Awakened ones carved from natural crystal, a paper knife made of gold and silver, and even the golden pens on the desk were all their spoils of war.

Whenever an ignorant attendant wanted to stop them, they would be beaten up. However, more maids and attendants understood that the situation was no longer as they quickly followed these people and started the looting.

The bespectacled middle-aged man shouted in the crowd, "These are the country's wealth..." Any new government will have to protect this wealth, you can't rob it like this... "

"Get lost …" A large foot behind him kicked him aside.

"The one who said that works of art cannot be destroyed is you, and the one who wouldn't allow it is also you …" You are the lackey of French Emperor, you are a spy among the people! "

"This is the wealth that the Bonaparte Family has obtained from suppressing the citizens. Why can't it return to the people's hands?!"

"That's right, well said …" If we don't smash it, we will be merciful. Are we going to stay and let the next Emperor enjoy us? "

"You are a royalist! Are you still waiting for the Crown Prince to ascend to the throne? "Beat him up …"

The group of people quickly beat the bespectacled man until he was unable to move. The glass mirror shards were also kicked away and shattered into pieces.

"Wealth... Yes... Is the whole people's... "How could you steal from your own home …" The bloody bespectacled man's head hit the marble pillar with a crash, and his eyes turned black as he fainted.

At this point of time, Tuileries' Palace had already become a vegetable garden for the thugs. With the addition of the palace maids and servants, even more treasures were discovered.

No matter how Queen Ou Renni packed things, it was impossible for her to take all the treasures away.

The door to the banquet hall was slammed open by the thugs. The scene inside immediately caused the crowd to cheer.

"Banquet... "Oh my god, there's actually such a grand banquet …"

Before Empress Ou Renni left, she even lied to the people at court that she wanted to hold a banquet, so the imperial chef meticulously prepared a huge table of delicacies. The long table covered with a white napkin was filled with all kinds of delicacies.

The silver and gold tableware gleamed in the sun, and the top porcelain imported from the Ming dynasty was filled with exotic landscapes.

Roast veal, stewed beef tail, cream oysters, foie gras with sauce, caviar imported from Russia, lobster as thick as an adult's arm...

There was also a mountain of fruit. What shocked these people the most was that there was a red wine fountain at the side of the table!

The white marble pot was filled with fine red wine. The mechanism inside was always open, and the gush of red wine was at least 20 centimeters high.

In the middle of the basin, the statue of the god of wine, Dionysus, was drinking to his heart's content!

"My God! What kind of wealth and luxury is this? They actually used red wine as a fountain! "

"Hurry up and have a taste, this red wine is actually icy cold!"

"Of course. There is an official road under the red wine fountain that is connected to the ice cellar. The red wine is ice-cold!" A servant filled with Ming Dynasty porcelain in his arms said proudly.

"This fountain is not drinkable... "I saw it in the morning. There are twelve vats of wine connected to each other in the wine cellar. It's more than enough for all of us to drink!"

"Long live!" These were all starved ghost s, they pounced onto the dining table like madmen, grabbed food with their hands and stuffed it into their mouths.

Even though the food was cold, the palaces' delicacies were still unimaginable to the commoners. In this era, although the living standards of Europeans were much better than those of the Middle Ages, famine was still lurking in and out of existence.

The ordinary citizens, who only drank potato soup with black bread every day, were not even willing to drink the slightest bit of milk. In their lives, many of the spices specially produced in Asia and the South America were unimaginable.

Food was always served with all kinds of top-grade spices. Even if it was a sausage, the taste was something that no child in the slums had ever tasted in his entire life.

This was the ultimate taste. The fragrance of the delicacies stimulated their taste buds, as well as the fine wine that they could drink from their stomachs. Those drunkards even buried their heads in the wine vat.

Such extravagant desires! At this moment, they realized how amazing the enjoyment of the monarchs and nobles was. Poverty had even limited their imaginations.

Tuileries' Palace was really in trouble. Even the golden paint on the gilded furniture had been hung down with small knives as they were washed away by these refugee like thugs.

The ones who really understood the market were those who had been educated in the crowd. They did not care about the gold and silver at all. Instead, they looked at the books and documents of the various palaces.

Especially those ancient sheepskin scrolls that were hundreds of years old, they had become the focus of their loot.

This thing was not heavy, after cutting off a large part of the curtain, the ancient sheepskin scrolls and the rare books were all wrapped up and placed on his back. Just this bag of books, its value was 1000 times that of gold!

Everyone was frantically plundering. It was only when the Workers' Movement leaders sent by Blanqui appeared did the situation take control.

"What are you doing? Have you gone crazy … Even after such a long time, you all still haven't burned down the Empire's flag at the top of the palace? Do you want to be judged? "

National Guard with weapons rushed in. The thugs were now afraid, they were like flies that flew away from the palace gates and windows, all kinds of treasures were scattered on the ground.

The armed guards rushed up to the roof of the palace, shouting, and looked down at the seething city of Paris, the passion of revolution burning in their hearts.

"Destroy!" This damned empire! "

"The France has been reborn!"

The kerosene was poured over the Empire's flag and national emblem, and the flames engulfed everything. Almost at the same time, black smoke rose from all the places in Paris where the Empire's flag was hung.

An old era had finally ended!