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Chapter 559: Brother Tian’s revenge can be avenged even after two thousand years! (Requesting subscription and votes)
In the Hall of Mirrors of the Tuileries Palace, Napoleon III drew a bloody mark on the sand table along the Rhine River with his finger. Although bad news from the Crimean and Asia Minor battlefields continued to come, what the French emperor feared most was a "sneak attack" from Prussia!
During this period, he always dreamed that the 300,000 troops under his command were defeated by the Prussian army under the command of Moltke after they entered the Rhineland, thus bringing shame to France and making the whole of Paris see that he was just a shadow of his great uncle.
"Your Majesty, the Prussians do not have the strength to challenge France at all," Prince Napoleon poured Bordeaux wine onto the sand table, and the red wine turned into a pool of blood on the banks of the Rhine. "They may not even be able to defeat the Danes, so how dare they raid France? Besides, Prussia's biggest enemy has always been Austria. Before the Prussians completely defeat Austria..."

"What do you know!" The emperor grabbed a stack of reports on "secret contacts between Prussia and Russia" and threw them at Prince Napoleon. "The old fox Bismarck is secretly negotiating with Alexander II and may join the Russian side at any time! And after the victory, annexing Austria and completing the unification of Germany is to repay that fool Franz Joseph for deploying 200,000 troops on the Russian-Austrian border and not daring to take Russia's life when the Tsar is at his weakest. Now, everything is over."

The French emperor was so excited that he raised a glass of wine mixed with cocaine and drank it all. His cheeks flushed and his eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his fists tightly, looking like he was about to face a disaster. "We have tried our best, but there is no way to win. Once Prussia joins the war, we will fail, we will fail! And how can the Prussians let go of this opportunity that will not come again in a thousand years?"

Prince Napoleon and Walewski looked at each other, both speechless!

When did their emperor develop "Prussiaphobia"? If he was afraid of even Prussia, how could he be a good Napoleon?
"Paul, Alexander." Napoleon III's eyes suddenly turned gloomy. "Can we send an assassin to Berlin to kill Helmut Karl Bernhard von Moltke?"

"Send a killer? Your Majesty, he's just a quartermaster general." Prince Napoleon really didn't know what to say.

"Your Majesty," Walewski shook his head, "This is definitely not a good idea. We are not even at war with Prussia! How can we send assassins to kill the quartermaster general of a neutral country? If the matter is exposed, your reputation and that of France will suffer a huge blow."

The gilded bronze door burst open, and a French court attendant in military uniform walked in: "Your Majesty, Archbishop Paul of Paris wants to see you. He has something important to tell you!"

Archbishop Paul of Paris is Paul Doria, who is now the cardinal of the Archdiocese of Paris, a position that usually means the leader of the Catholic Church in France! Considering his Doria surname and his great contributions to the Holy See, it seems that he has great hope of becoming the next Pope of the Universal Church!
"Please let him in!" Napoleon III did not bother to be polite with Paul Doria and directly let him into the Hall of Mirrors.

Archbishop Doria held in his hand the telegram he had just received: "Your Majesty, Rome has sent an urgent telegram to Feng Yunshan, the Southern King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, asking him to dig up the tomb of Caiaphas!"

The Hall of Mirrors fell into a dead silence, and even the gears of the clock seemed to have stopped turning. Emperor Napoleon, Prince Napoleon, and Walewski were all a little confused - none of them could remember who this Caiaphas was talking about?

"Your Majesty, this Caiaphas was a Jewish priest from more than a thousand years ago!" Archbishop Doria reminded, "He was the Jewish priest who sent Jesus to the cross!"

"Why did Prince Feng Yunshan dig up his grave?" Prince Napoleon looked puzzled. "That man must have been dead for a long time, right?"

"He died a long time ago, and no one knows where he is buried," Doria said, "but the Nan Wang Temple of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom insisted on digging him out to avenge Jesus."

"How can we dig if we don't know where he is buried?" asked Walewski.

"Southern King Feng Yunshan said that he was Jesus' third brother Joseph in his previous life." Doria paused and said with some embarrassment, "Although he lost his memory when he was reincarnated, as he got closer to Jerusalem, he remembered some things! He remembered where Caiaphas was buried? He also remembered that Jesus had left him two treasures in Jerusalem, and now he wants to dig them out."

"This..." Prince Napoleon was almost amused by Feng Yunshan's behavior, "This is the prince of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom? It's too superstitious!"

"Your Majesty," Doria looked at Napoleon III, "if you don't agree with the Chinese, I can go to Jerusalem."

Napoleon III was the "protector" of Jerusalem, although it was just a nominal title. But now someone wanted to come to Jerusalem to "rob tombs", and that person's brother also brought two divisions to help the Ottoman Empire fight. So the Sultan did not intend to interfere now, so he kicked the ball to Napoleon III.

When Napoleon III heard this, he immediately became excited - although digging graves and robbing tombs was not a glorious thing, it could verify the quality of that "Eastern Christian Family".

If Feng Yunshan cannot dig out that Caiaphas, then this "Jesus Family" is not so real, and don't take Luo Yaoguo's prediction that "Napoleon III will be defeated by Moltke" too seriously.

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Thinking of this, Napoleon III immediately put on a stern face and said to Prince Napoleon in a stern tone: "Paul, you and Archbishop Paul go to Jerusalem together, and bring some archaeological experts with you. You must see with your own eyes those Chinese digging graves in Jerusalem! If they really dig up Caiaphas, report to me immediately!" "Ah" Prince Napoleon was speechless. He always thought that his cousin Napoleon III's piety was fake. He didn't expect that this man was serious and wanted to avenge Jesus after a thousand or hundreds of years!
In the desert of the Valley of Hinnom, south of Jerusalem.

Zhang Qihai, who came from the Zhang family in Changsha, finally touched the hard stone slab with his Luoyang shovel. The wrinkled-faced craftsman, who had been engaged in "private archaeology" for most of his life and whose ancestors had been doing this business for generations, cheered: "Found it!" He turned around and bowed to the Southern King Feng Yunshan who was standing under the parasol, "Your Highness the Southern King, there is a stone tomb ten feet underground!"

"Okay!" Feng Yunshan nodded and said to Prince Napoleon and Rinko beside him with a smile, "It's been more than a thousand years since we found it. It's not easy to find it again!"

It is even more difficult to remember it for more than a thousand years.
As he spoke, Feng Yunshan raised his fist towards the sky and said, "Brother Tian, ​​don't worry. I will avenge you soon!"

Prince Napoleon was a little dazed when he saw this absurd yet true scene. Suddenly, a soft female voice rang in his ears: "Prince, do you want to make a bet?"

Prince Napoleon's eyes swept across Rinko's petite figure, and then stayed on her pitiful face: "Bet? Miss Feng, what do you want to bet on?"

Rinko's fingertips brushed the bamboo ribs of the parasol, and the shadow of the umbrella just covered the two of them. "If there is really an inscription of Caiaphas in the tomb," she suddenly leaned closer, and the sandalwood mixed with sweat seeped into the prince's sleeves, "You have to wear a Chinese robe and accompany me to visit Paris and London."

"What if not?" The prince pinched her falling hair and glanced at the faint whip marks on her collar - it was said that they were scars left by self-flagellation.

"I will tell you a prophecy of my uncle, King Luo Wu, which is related to Napoleon III." Rinko took a half step back, her pupils shrinking into a thin line like a cat in the sunlight, "You must want to know how long he can live, and whether his son can succeed to the throne smoothly?"

The prince narrowed his eyes. Napoleon III had just had a son, so Prince Napoleon had lost his position as crown prince. But who could predict what would happen in the future?
"One more thing." He suddenly grabbed Rinko's wrist, "If you lose, you have to dance with me!"

Suddenly, Zhang Qihai shouted from the tomb. Thirty Taiping Army engineers pried open the bluestone slabs, followed by the exclamations of several French archaeologists. The faded Aramaic words burned the eyes under the scorching sun - "Joseph, son of Caiaphas".

At the archaeological site, the eyes of England's Duke of Wellington II were always focused on Prince Napoleon and Rinko - the "Red Prince" was more like Napoleon I than his cousin, and if the petite and charming daughter of the Chinese prince had the identity of "Jesus' niece", a marriage between the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and France might have become possible.

Elsewhere, the Anglican Archbishop slumped in an Turkish-style lounge chair: "Oh my God, they really found it!"

the same day.

The marble steps of the Union Bank of San Francisco were cracked by the miners' boots. Xianfeng took the lead and waved his fist: "Believe in God the Father! Get gold!" His English mixed with an Irish accent gave the strike slogan a rock-and-roll rhythm.

In the top floor office, Huang Shiren tapped the acquisition contract with his jade ring: "Mr. White, the wages owed to the miners in the ten gold mines you invested in are enough to buy ten ships of Japanese brides. If you sign this contract, Zhenyue Bank will allow you to continue to be the president with dignity, and your gold mine will resume work soon."

The banker's trembling pen tip hovered over the oath of conversion: "Yes, but the Bible says not to worship idols"

"Chapter 7, verse 23!" Huang Shiren suddenly opened a bloody copy of The True Testament. On the bloodstained pages was Hong Rengan's handwritten note: "Anyone who hinders the great cause of Heavenly Father is an evil demon!"

When White signed the contract and converted to the True Covenant Sect, De Ling's cheers came from downstairs - the copper sign of the sixth bank was covered with a dragon cross flag, and a team of True Covenant gunmen were moving boxes of California gold sand to the port. This gold would flow to Tianjing and Seoul and become part of the start-up funds for the industrialization of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the New Heavenly Kingdom.
(End of this chapter)