Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1238 Upisdown

  There are few bridges that have been repaired from the left bank to the right bank of the Seine. Anyway, there are not as many bridges as there are in Venice, so you have to take a boat to cross the river.

   Judging from the current water quality of the Seine, the feeling of boating on the river is not wonderful. Fortunately, the journey is not too far. They quickly reached the opposite bank and got off the boat at the pier near the Louvre.

  This is a French repertoire. To entertain foreign guests, you will inevitably go to the Louvre. The influx of people into Paris also needs work. Therefore, the construction of the Louvre is actually similar to the construction of a pyramid.

  She looked at the Louvre which was still under construction, and she was full of emotions for a while.

  Because the first ruling is coming, Denon, the curator of the Louvre, came to greet him personally, and other staff followed him.

Pomona wants to find Shang Boliang from these people. She wants to ask him if there is a way to leave this world. Unfortunately, she only knows Shang Boliang’s name and has not seen his portrait, so she can’t He was found among so many people.

  On this occasion, the girl became a foil, and Mr. Jenner was surrounded by men in black coats. It seemed that Napoleon really had enough money for this reception.

  A scholar who was not valued in his own country was treated with such kind hospitality when he went to a foreign country. Why did he still have a love for the motherland that rejected him?

  This is true for scholars, and so are warlords. Prince Eugen also went to Germany in despair in France.

  There is a sense of loneliness, that is, you can't find a person who understands you in the vast crowd.

  It is very rare to find someone who understands you completely.

   But if you find that person, the other person does not have so much time for you, so what should you do if you feel that kind of happiness?

  His world is so big, it doesn’t really matter whether she has her or not.

   is like a famous painting in the Louvre, it will take a long time for someone to discover it after missing one.

  At that time, people remembered to pursue her, but they did not find it for a long time. Since then, there has been a defect on that wall.

  People often don’t know to cherish until they are lost, but unfortunately it is too late at that time.

  "Don't think that Papa really likes you." Otense walked over to "accompany" Pomona. "He loves my mother."

   "I know." Pomona said calmly. She still remembered that after Josephine's death he locked herself in the room for two days.

   "You..." Otense looked at her with some fear.

  "Do you know Leonardo Da Vinci?" Pomona asked.

   "I know."

"When he was a young man and had no fame, it was the Grand Duke of Milan who discovered him. If there is no Grand Duke of Milan, Leonardo might be forced to change his career to another occupation. Your mother is the Grand Duke of Milan, and she found you. The person of his father, Leonardo da Vinci is recognized as an Italian, but he was buried in France after his death. If you tell people that he is a French, not only will they not think what you are saying is reasonable, but they will even think that you are here. Insulting celebrities, betraying is not a trivial matter, I'm just an episode, and soon he will forget about other things."

  Perhaps he had never seen such a current situation, and Otense was silent again.

   "I'm glad you maintained your mother so much, even if she let you marry someone you don't like." Pomona said.

  "Stop it!" Otansi said angrily.

   "He thought of marriage too simple." Pomona said, "Some people have politics in their veins, but he uses the perspective of an ordinary citizen to understand high society."

   "What do you know." Otens whispered.

"I tell you a story. The Egyptians worship baboons as gods because they represent wise men. When a new baboon becomes a leader, it will show favor to the lower baboons and groom them, and the lower baboons will also do it for them. Grooming, sometimes people are not as smart as a monkey." Pomona muttered, "If you really love your parents so much and want them to be together, just do something adults should do. I will help you, but you If you tell me about those just now, I will ignore you. I would rather think about the social contract theory than arguing with you about who your father likes. Do you know what the social contract theory is?"

   "I know." Otansi said tremblingly.

  "Very good, what books do you usually read?" Pomona asked again.

   "Ghost story."

  Pomona wanted to knock open the girl’s skull with something to see what was inside.

   "We often tell ghost stories when we get together." Otense said grievously, "Mom also said that there is the ghost of Queen Mary in the Tuileries Palace."

   "She is going to Versailles, too. How long will she stay at the Tuileries?"

   "Papa often stays in the small living room she used to use, and she is there." Otense said, "Mom doesn't often live in Tuileries because she is afraid of her ghost."

  Pomona understands, it is no wonder that "they" will appear.

"You are not the same as those women." Otense stared at Pomona and said, "My mother always thinks that there is a woman in Papa's heart, but she is illusory, but you make her real. Without you, he would definitely Will come back to us."

   "Does your mother think that she can be forgiven for any mistake?" Pomona couldn't help rolling her eyes. "That's why she is so persistent?"

   Autens did not answer.

"There are some mistakes that you can't make at once. Even if you don't have a different head like Antoinette, you will become completely passive like your mother. What is the use of you threatening me and cursing me, child? It won’t be the first, and it won’t be the last. If you scolded me like that just now, it will only let you adjust your identity. Can you do something other than being jealous?"

   "Why do you teach me!"

   appeared, the ultimate curse!

   Then she found out, hey, this is not a school, she doesn’t need to be hit in the head twice by Ron Weasley like before and swallow.

   "Leave my sight!" Pomona growled fiercely.

  Otense first obeyed the order and left, and then fell back, seeing Pomona’s terrible expression, and left again.

  Pomona let out a long sigh of relief.

  This feeling is really so relieved.

Every child is a "baby". If parents know that Pomona is so fierce about her child just now, they don’t know how much distressed they will be, and they may have to go to the principal to complain, complaining that she will not follow the temptation and the way of education is brutal and rude. .

  With this episode, Pomona’s next visit to the Louvre will not be so boring.

  Later, the collective action became a small group action, and the small group gradually became an individual, and she became a person walking around again.

  She looked at Raphael’s painting of the Virgin on the wall. Although she did not feel alone, she felt a long-lost tranquility.

   "Can I join?" She heard someone say in French with a Corsican accent.

   "Join what?" Pomona said with a smile.

   "You and the master's genius." Napoleon said, "If you like it, you can take it back."

  Pomona was a little confused.

  Her reaction made Napoleon very interesting. He pointed to the Raphael painting of the Virgin, "Send it to the Grand Trianon."

  Then someone really took it off the wall.

  Pomona looked at a spot vacant on the wall and felt very unrealistic.

  "Walk around again and see if you like it." Napoleon turned sideways and motioned to the lady to give priority, "You can hang any works you like in the palace."

  This is the benefit of power, Pomona looked at Napoleon.

   "I just taught Otans."

   "What did you say about her?"

   "Baboon." Pomona said.

  Napoleon frowned.

   "The gods of Egypt." Pomona told him the myth that he had previously told Otense.

   "I know you want to be the baboon king who just took office, to comfort the baboons at the bottom, but I don't think I am suitable to go." Pomona sighed, "I don't look like a Virgin Mary in any way."

  "Dubois came to see you?" he asked knowingly.

  Pomona nodded.

   "Tell me what do you think?"

"The monarch should leave the things that caused the criticism to others, and do things of grace and favor by himself. I don't want to provoke so many enemies." Pomona sighed and said, "I am a foreign woman. If others want to retaliate against me. Quite simply, I don't want to be a victim of the upper guillotine."

"Theoretically so, in fact, people have thrown their harsh jobs to the monarch. The ministers just show favors. Everyone knows the benefits of being loved." Napoleon sneered and said, "In order to appease those greedy big men, I It can only make the people dissatisfied."

  "Are you not worried that this will lose the support of the people?"

  Napoleon looked around, as if to make sure there were no people around.

  "Foreign women, what do you think of French people?"

   "They like victory." Pomona said.

"Yes, it is a victory, and it is a fascinating victory. As long as there is victory, no matter how generous the ministers are, the people will always support me. In order to win the war, I need those generals, even if I know they are. Doing illegal things." He touched Pomona’s cheek with the back of his hand. "I am not afraid of being despised because I have established great achievements. People will admire me and hate me anyway. I will fight against it with strength. There is love. I think I was already conquered by love before I conquered the world. Can you guide me and how can I win the competition with those who fight for love."

   "You want to ask how you can compete with your ministers for the hearts of the people..."

"You walked towards me beautifully, with the starry sky above your head, and God flooded my soul with your beauty and shame like a tide, and the water of my feelings began to become abundant again. You made me fascinated, Eve Timor. "Napoleon interrupted her.

Ephraim is the name of sister Athena. She entered the dream of an Athenian woman and told her a prophecy. She told her that a woman’s son would meet a female leader on the way to a marriage proposal that all men envy people.

  "I'm asking you how to defeat your husband." He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of her hand. "Tell me how you feel now."

  She didn’t know what to say at all.

   "Can I enter your bedroom tonight?" he asked in a low voice.

  She immediately awoke and put her hands back.

   "Some mistakes can't be made once, Sir Bonaparte, I just taught your daughter."

   "My lion." He corrected, "You should call me that."

  Pomona ignored him, she wanted to find a place with more people.

  Now she is so dizzy that she can hardly distinguish between up, down, left and right.

  (End of this chapter)