Harry Potter Morning Light

Although the Corsican is short, he still has to ride a tall horse, which makes it a bit difficult for him to climb on the horse's back, but he didn't ask the soldiers to help him, and got on the saddle by himself.

His posture was ugly, like a thief climbing a grain cart, not elegant at all, let alone the dignity of a king, and the male soldiers took it for granted, as if it should be.

Georgiana thought she had chosen a pony, one that had a lot of flesh on it and was much more comfortable to ride than a scrawny Thestral.

There are saddles and stirrups, which is more convenient than a Thestral without any harness. She is very happy that Napoleon wore riding boots instead of the high-heeled shoes worn by Louis XIV. Men wearing high-heeled shoes always made her feel nondescript, worse than short legs. It was unacceptable, not to mention that his legs were not bad, very straight, and did not form bow legs.

"What are you looking at?" he asked with a smug smile.

She ignored him, and just swung the whip to make the pony run.

She didn't really want to race horses, but she really couldn't stand the life in the daytime. In addition to the Corsicans, the Guards were also running around. The heavy hooves of the horse sounded like thunder, coupled with the panting of the horse, this made her feel a lot better, and after the pony warmed up, she let go of the rein.

The speed of the horse’s running is not only the continuous whipping of the whip, but also the rein. If the rein is loosened a little, the horse will run according to its own nature.

The ups and downs of the horse reminded her of some unhealthy images. She looked back at the majestic general not far away, and he was also looking at her, because at the moment she was wearing his uniform, and they seemed to be wearing couple clothes.

She has degenerated to the point where she is like a little girl, forcing her boyfriend to wear couple clothes.

It felt very funny, she laughed even though it was such a solemn and majestic scene.

The queen of Prussia also wore the uniform of the dragoons and supervised the battle at the front. Why didn't she think of the queen in military uniform, but she wanted to think of couple costumes?

Instead of disturbing Letizia's life at the Petit Trianon, they circled the ruins of Versailles.

In the 21st century, Versailles was rebuilt. It is actually the one that should be demolished the most among so many palaces, but it may be because too many people died in the construction of it. Those undead protected it from the doom of the baptism of war.

They ran to the edge of the pool dug by the legendary Swiss mercenaries before resting.

At this time, the first quarter moon was hanging in the sky, she thought about the solar terms, and the beginning of autumn had already passed.

The hot summer is coming, and the hot summer is about to pass, but this year's autumn does not have the joy of a bumper harvest.

"Come down, I'll follow you," said Bonaparte from below the horse.

"If I were a man, I must be more handsome than you." She said proudly.

"I don't doubt that." He held out his hands. "Come down, Goddess."

"Don't call me that, it makes me feel like I'm dead, Bonnie."

Faced with this insult, Napoleon actually smiled.

"Come down, princess." He corrected himself.

So she jumped out of the saddle and fell into his arms.

"Has he ever done that?" asked Bonaparte in her ear.

"No," she whispered. "He can fly by himself. I can only fly on a magical animal."

"That means he doesn't have time to care about you." He said a little extreme.

"You don't have time to take care of Josephine, if you can spend more time with her..."

"I love you, but I don't think you'd like to see me divorce her," he interrupted Georgiana, "even if it's to save her from being a target for my sisters."

She looked up at him.

"I can feel your thoughts like you can feel mine, maybe we are actually one soul, split into man and woman." He said affectionately "We are only complete when we are united of."

"I want to see you," she said. "I don't want you to go to war again."

"Retirement is not a simple matter. You have forgotten those beggars. Many of them were ex-soldiers." Napoleon said, "They just sleep on the street, and I may die on the street."

"Fate." She smiled wryly, "The words on your and Josephine's wedding rings."

He showed a look of sudden realization.

"You want something in a pair?"

"I feel terrible, Bonaparte," she said bitterly.

"I didn't see you wearing a ring. Where's your wedding ring?"

"He gave me another ring, as long as I miss him, he will immediately appear by my side."

"I'm so jealous of you," said Bonaparte jealously.

"Let's talk about the canal." She went to the sink and sat down.

He didn't come over right away.

"I also want such magical power." He said after a while, "When you want to see me, I can immediately put down everything in my hand and come to see you."

"There once was a king who thought like you, and he was fooled badly," said Georgiana. "Do you want to be as foolish as he is?"

"It's not fair!" he said angrily.

"It's not like your words, my lion."

"Did he engrave that ring?"

"That's right."

"What is engraved?"

Her expression became weird.

"Naughty," she finally said, which made Monsieur Bonaparte even more angry.

"Come and sit down, Leon." She patted her thigh.

Now, like an obedient pet, he obediently ran over and lay down on her lap.

"And only he knows, I don't know, right?" He stared at the pool and said in a dark tone.

"Yes, you talked to Caprara?"

He didn't speak.

"Give you two choices, do you want to know on your birthday or on the day of the ceremony?"

"The day of the ceremony." He said without hesitation.

"You don't want to ask what I gave you as a birthday present?" she asked with a smile.

"Are you going to give me yourself as a gift?"

"Everything I have now is given by you. If I don't give you myself, what will I give you?"

He sighed, "I really want to have that kind of super power."

"You're talking in your sleep." She patted his forehead. "You actually have something that I'm very envious of."

"What?"

"Do you know what your birthday flower is?"

"What are birthday flowers?"

"There is a corresponding birthday flower every day. Wearing the corresponding birthday flower on your birthday is a way to obtain happiness. Your birthday flower is yellow yaozi, and the corresponding flower language is nostalgia." She kissed Napoleon on the forehead "We understand There is no nostalgia of being away from home, because it is so convenient for us to travel to one place."

In history, Napoleon's death day was May 5th, and the birthday flower on that day was hawthorn, and the corresponding flower language was food.

The French who are greedy for food have a ruler who eats frugally. This is what she finds most interesting when she sees the biography of Napoleon written by the French.

"I like to read your letters very much, my lion, I can accompany you to fight, and you can also place your nostalgia on me. I will not not reply to you like Josephine. I am your messenger It can be tiring."

"You read the letter I wrote you before you came to see me?" he said with a smile.

"I don't have the ability to feel that you want to see me from such a distance."

"What do you feel?"

"Sincerely." She stroked his hair. "Another name for Huang Yaozi is the old man's beard. How about you not shaving?"

"No." He smiled strangely.

"Why?"

"First, some officers ordered soldiers to grow beards. They thought it would look more dignified together with their uniforms, but the soldiers were unwilling to keep them because I didn't. Second, you like to see my clean and neat appearance."

She was intimidated.

"Why do some people force others to do what they don't want to do? The morale of the army belongs to me, and it can't be taken away by a few victories."

"Aren't you a victorious general yourself?"

"I've always lost with you." He looked her in the eyes. "I want a privilege. How about you shave me every morning from now on?"

"I'm afraid I won't get up, you got up too early."

"This is the birthday present I want." He said arrogantly, "Isn't it a birthday present that you can satisfy whatever you want?"

"What if I'm not with you?" said Georgiana.

He kept looking at her.

"Okay." She compromised, "You win."

"Kiss me." He pointed to his lips. "And a chocolate."

"I didn't bring it."

"Really? Check your pockets."

She actually checked it out and found that it did.

"You let it go?"

"No, it's magic." He exaggerated, as if coaxing a child.

She then opened the wrapping paper, put the piece of chocolate in her mouth, bowed her head and kissed him.

This kiss has the taste of hawthorn fruit, it is delicious, and it reminds people of death, like some kind of poison, knowing that it is poisonous, but still can't stop it.