Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1267 King's Feast

  The particles in the mouth taste sweet and feel like candy.

   "Is it delicious?" Leon asked her softly.

  "What material is this made of?" Georgiana asked. In fact, what she wanted to ask was whether she would never be able to leave the world after eating this thing.

   "Mozart chocolate, there is a filling inside, you can bite it and try it."

  She did it carefully. After the chocolate coat on the outside was bitten, the inner filling flowed out. Although it was a bit greasy, there was a slight mint smell.

   "Do you like it?" Leon asked again.

  She nodded.

   "How about keeping this kind of food in the palace in the future?"

   "Where is it produced?"

   "Austria."

   "Because you want to maintain friendly relations with Austria?"

  Leon squeezed her ear with joy.

  "What about the country’s confectionery industry?"

  "First of all, you have to understand that French farmers are unwilling to grow beets. Have you seen someone grow beets in the country?" Napoleon asked.

"No."

   "If I buy sugar from a foreign country, I will feed other people's farmers. The French feel that there is not enough food to eat, so there is no sugar industry in France." Napoleon said with some irritation.

  Georgiana opened her mouth wide in surprise.

   "Wait later those girls will give them some chocolates after class, they will be very happy."

"I think this will cause them bad habits. They think that learning is for rewards. Once this reward is cancelled, they will have no motivation to learn." Georgiana said uncomfortably. She was actually talking to Napoleon Bona. Pakistan discussed the issue of cultivating the next generation.

   "As long as you want, you can share it.

  "Do you want to get into the sugar industry?" Georgiana asked, "I have some experience with plants."

  Napoleon was so happy that his eyes narrowed. "How about going to Rambouillet in the summer?"

  "What about your work?"

  "Do you know where Rambouillet is?"

  She wanted to say that it was the summer office of the French president, but she thought about it, hey, there is no French president now, so she shook her head ignorantly.

   "That is my fief." Napoleon looked at her expectantly and said.

  Now she is a little disgusted with the word "mine", everything is his, does he leave some for others?

  But she thought it was not the time to "taming the lion", so she said, "Do you want to grow sugar beets in your own territory and open a sugar factory?"

  He was so excited that he hugged her and kissed her fiercely, "I knew you could understand!"

   "I'm not your official, sir, others go to the summer resort to play, but I want to continue working."

   "Then what do you want to do?"

   "Party, music, and social, not just Mozart, but other musicians."

  "You can prepare this yourself."

   "I want to be responsible for preparing food. I was exhausted from arranging the ball venue before." She said softly, "Let Josephine be the queen of the ball."

  He squeezed her hand, "Apart from you two, I swear there will be no one else."

  She smiled and nodded, but didn't believe a word. For the port Danzig, he would definitely have a Polish lady.

  "What kind of food do you want to prepare?" After a while of affection, Leon started a new topic, and now they felt much easier to talk.

   "Cat meat."

  He burst into laughter.

"Remember what I told you? Humans survive because we eat everything. There are so many edible things in the forest. I think this can ease the burden of food." Georgiana said, "Asian people survive the drought. Sometimes they will eat wild vegetables. If they are made delicious, let the rich and powerful at the banquet take the lead in eating them, so that it will be easier to promote them downwards."

  "You can try." Napoleon smiled with schaden pleasure.

  "Do you think the French can teach you?"

   "It's not that I can't teach, I will definitely defend Rousseau when I was young, and now I'm more willing to believe that Voltaire is right."

  "Where do you find time to study every day?"

   "When you are sleeping, I like to watch you sleep, the elf at midnight."

  She thinks that might be a bit scary, like a miser guarding her gold coins.

   "Be careful of your own body, don't forget what Mr. Jenner said."

  He started kissing her again.

   "Marry me." After the kiss, he whispered, "There is a chapel in the palace, I will go to the priest."

   "You let me swear in front of the priest?" She grinned, "I just hope they don't put me on the stake."

  "Why do you like to say no?" He said frustratedly.

  "Do you look down on those who say ‘yes’ to you easily?" Georgiana asked rhetorically.

  He rubbed his nose and looked at her from head to toe.

   "Is this your means?"

   "I swear to God once." Georgiana said, "Either die together or live together. I violated this oath, and one day I will go to hell."

  "Don't mention that person." Leon said a little upset, "Don't let us go."

  She looked at the robber, and it was obvious that he had robbed others, but he felt that they were guilty instead.

  "Do you know Burgundy's "Good Man Philip"?"

"Yes it is."

   "Then do you know the pheasant feast?"

  He did not speak, but looked at her cunningly.

"I want to hold a banquet of that scale in Lam Bouillet. Of course, the banquet does not need so many precious and rare delicacies. The protagonist is the dishes that can survive the drought. I want the best chefs in Paris to present dishes full of art. , As you said, the French people like dazzling victories, and you can award medals at the banquet."

   "Okay, Queen." The lion of the wilderness was obedient.

  "Don't call me queen, call me princess, don't forget who I am, Jason." Georgiana reminded.

  "Are you British people familiar with France?"

   "No, I am a teacher, and I must be ready to answer children's questions at any time."

   "The respectable teacher, do you know why the good man Philip didn't become king?" Napoleon asked.

   "He doesn't have enough military service?"

"Because he did not charge forward with his soldiers, his son Charlie would only charge. I told you that although I am in the command post, I am still within the enemy’s artillery fire range. Soldiers Knowing that I am with them." Napoleon said firmly and confidently, "One day I will ask you about Severus. Only after I fully understand the enemy can I make the correct deployment, but not today, today I Newly married."

  She didn't know where the Corsican dwarf came up with the word "newly married", as if she had promised to marry him.

  "How did you know that Asians use wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger?" Napoleon asked.

   "There are a lot of ingredients in potions, and they are all edible." She decided to add something to the proud guy, "Severus is a potion genius."

   "What about you? Only teaching history?" Napoleon asked calmly.

   "I am a professor of herbal medicine."

   "It sounds like a natural match." Napoleon sarcastically, "but herbs are a weed if they are not for human use."

  She swallowed without saying a word, and Severus also said that her nursery was a "garden", and this Muggle was degraded to a weed.

   "Spend hard, Georgiana, since you are going to host the pheasant feast, you must do the best. I will send someone tomorrow."

   "Why not today?"

   "I am newly married today." He said confidently.

   "Where's chocolate? I want more." She reached out to him.

  He took one from his uniform pocket, but did not give it to her, but put the candy in his mouth.

   Then he pointed to his mouth shamelessly.

   "You can eat it yourself." She stamped her feet and turned around, and was pulled back before she took two steps.

  This time the chocolate is liqueur-flavored, and it tastes intoxicating.

  "How about we go to the bathroom?" He fumbled her lips. "My Cleopatra."

   "Her two men, Caesar and Anthony, did not end well. Do you want to be them?"

  His eyes are clearer, and he is better than Severus in self-control, or it's because he doesn't have a living body.

   "General, don't force your soldiers to kill me." Georgiana begged, "They need a sober leader."

   "I now know why that man worked so hard for you." Napoleon was completely awake, but shook his head with a wry smile, then he let go of Giorgioanna's hand and went back to work.

   "You really have a hand." Carolan Lestrange walked out of the palace. "I heard that it is because of you that we can amnesty."

  "Should you not kill me?" Pomona said coldly, "I should be considered a dangerous creature."

   "That's why the patriarch sent me, a woman, not a man." Carolan smiled triumphantly, "I am afraid that few men in this world can escape your control."

   "I didn't want to control them." Pomona said.

   "I see you are missing a housekeeper, how about I introduce a few people to you?" Caroland said, "Or do you want Leoncourt's family to introduce you to you?"

   "Are you going to start fighting now?" Pomona said helplessly, "We are standing on quicksand now."

   "Sweetheart, if you feel unsafe, you have to give the guards a little more benefit, so that they will not be bought by outsiders." Caroland smiled, "This is a talk of experience."

   "How much does he give me a month for living expenses?" Georgiana asked.

   "500,000 francs." Caroland said like omniscient, "Don't worry, Josephine's living expenses are more than you."

  Pomona remembered what Mr. Jenner said, "Really generous." The French treasury only has 670,000 francs. He has so many personal assets. It is no wonder that he is so much hated by parliamentarians.

  "Do you like silk skirts?" Georgian asked Caroland, "It is to support the national industrial revival."

   "Hahaha." Caroland covered his face with a fan and laughed, "I finally know why they like you so much."

  "Do you have a favorite designer?"

   "I don't lead the trend. I am a witch. The most important thing is to hide my identity." Caroland smiled and said, "I advise you to do the same."

   "I know." Georgiana smiled, "Because I am also a witch."

  She lifted the skirt up, revealing her fetters.

   "You know I won't help you unlock it." Caroland retracted his gaze and looked at Georgiana's eyes. "This is the king's order."

   "He is not a king."

   "It's hard to tell, you know, man." Caroland curled his lips and fanned himself with a small fan. "Lord Bonaparte intends to appoint him as his successor?"

   "It's not my child anyway." She avoided the weight and said lightly, "How about a snack?"

  "Would you like to call Madame Leoncourt?" Caroland asked.

   "I only prepare refreshments." Georgiana smiled and said to Caroland, and then left the garden.

  (End of this chapter)