Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1334

  Georgiana is certainly not so stupid that Napoleone really intends to be an ordinary couple.

  As he once said on the forum, some people said that he was standing guard instead of the sentinel who was standing there asleep. This statement may have been fabricated by a cityman or a litigator, but he was definitely not a soldier.

He is the kind of terrible superior who can kick the sentry who is standing asleep with one foot, and then ask the hapless soldier why he fell asleep while on duty. He will appreciate the soldier's trembling expression and fully enjoy the power of life and death in his own hands. Joy in hand.

  The life of common people is here to experience, they still have to live with those who are rich and powerful. Common people certainly don't think it's easy to live a life worrying about income and expenditure every day, and the same rich and powerful people don't feel that they feel better when they are watched by others and can't sleep every day.

  Now he is facing unknown dangers. The high-intensity mental tension makes him breathless, so he can be tempered appropriately to let him know that he has offended him just now. To make a woman happy, he also feels happy.

   But if he doesn't give him a good face for a long time, then he may really turn his face. There are many places where rich **** live. Napoleon is no longer the lieutenant who lived at home and lived on a **** watch.

  There are also some simple pots and bowls in this house, but not the full set. She cooked Hungarian potato stew with the tools she had on hand as if she were camping.

  Napoleon was not picky at all. He had been hungry in Egypt. He was not the kind of hereditary monarch who lived in a palace. As far as he said, he would rather face 200,000 army than the citizens rioted by starvation.

  Except for the day the Bastille was captured, riots in the city were very rare. On the day of the Lunar riot, Napoleon, who had been dismissed from his post, went to the opera house to watch a play. He just walked out of the theater and found himself among a group of gunmen. He was "clustered" back to the headquarters, and then immediately Was appointed as the deputy commander-in-chief.

  The battle site was in the Tuileries and the Louvre. The enemy attacked from the opposite bank of the Seine. As long as the bridge was guarded and there were no ships, the mobs could not cross the river. The firing range of the flintlock arquebus was of course not comparable to that of the artillery. After finding that the rioters could not pose a threat to themselves at all, the soldiers who wanted to run when they saw the crowd calmed down and fired on Napoleon's orders.

  He also distributed some weapons to the National Convention and the friendly St. Antoinette district. It was as easy to win a battle with Napoleon, as easy as blowing out a candle. It is precisely because of this that some generals have the illusion that they can do the same as Napoleon themselves.

In the Campo Formio agreement, the Austrian aristocratic fiefs of Belgium and Mainz were preserved, and Grand Duke Charles had a territory inherited from the Grand Duchess Christina in Brussels. Napoleon bought it for 1 million francs. Another piece of land in the Netherlands was acquired by the Duke of Saxon Thessensky of Russia. It is very important to understand the people of their class. The script written by Poitwin Bonaparte has been read, although in this play The Jacobin faction is portrayed as a bit of a negative character, but the way Charlotte Cordy is handled is very good, and he likes it very much.

  But what he likes better is that, Louis XVI is a good man, but a bad king. The repression of the King’s Party is to avoid the outbreak of civil war, not to maintain any party or political system.

  After he was in a good mood, Carnot became less disgusting, and even talked about another governor who had a deep influence on him, Emmanuel Joseph Siers.

After the downfall of the supervising government, he became one of the three executive officers of the newly formed executive committee. He seemed moderate and reasonable, but it was precisely because he needed the support of a "sword" to engage in a coup that allowed Napoleon to take advantage of it. machine.

  After the coup d'état, the former big man was also laid off. He was placed in the Senate, and Napoleon rewarded him with a large territory as a comfort.

Emmanuel Joseph Siers designed a complex containment mechanism, with the "Elector" as the head of honor. Of course, Napoleon, who likes freedom, is not interested in his set, but this mechanism likes to weave lace. Miss Georgiana can go and find out.

   Bonaparte smiled and said while smoking a pipe. She found that whether it was snuff, pipe or other things, he hadn't been in love for a long time, and she didn't know how long he would like this meerschaum pipe.

  This kind of pipe comes from Turkey, with a very exquisite lion head carved on it, but this kind of pipe cannot be used by ordinary people.

   Cigarettes are cheap, and they can also promote the paper industry. It reminds her of the British who likes to smoke cigarettes. He once took her to Spider's End Alley, the house where he lived in his childhood.

  She decided to popularize this kind of paper cigarettes, and did not tell the Corsican who is lying next to her, that women always have one or two little secrets that belong to her.

Since Napoleone is not interested in this kind of "sentiment", she is regarded as the privilege of Severus, just as Severus cannot accept her to seduce him by wearing clothes, it belongs to Napoleone's privilege. .

  Neutrality without force can only be slaughtered by others, and now she extremely regrets that she has to wear this fetter.

   "You prayed before eating, are you religious now?" Maybe she hasn't responded, so Napoleoni changed the subject.

  "Do you know how the Church of Our Lady of Ankang came?" she said coldly, "and I swear, as long as I don't suffer any more suffering, I will pray every day."

  "The people must have religion." The big man said quietly, "but you are not the people."

  "I don't need all opinions to be consistent with you. I like third-class parties. Do you like it?"

  "What third-class cabin?" He frowned and asked.

  She didn't know how to explain the Titanic for a while, so she changed her saying "I like folk dance, you like minuet dance, would you like to accompany me to dance folk dance?"

   "Is that a British dance?"

"It's an Irish dance with a very cheerful rhythm." She almost wanted to get up and demonstrate. "I don't know if you don't like carnivals, it will make you feel out of control, but I think there is a sense of art between control and loss of control. "

  He raised his eyebrows and continued to smoke his pipe, seeming to have reservations about this.

  "You may think I am long-winded, but I don’t think it’s not an honor to sacrifice someone’s life to accomplish something for yourself."

   "How do you see me?"

   "Of course you can't be merciful when you die or I die. I hate that kind of military exploits and killing..."

   "Enough." Napolioni interrupted her, "I don't want to hear this from your mouth."

   "Then what do you want to hear?"

   "My harvest goddess, which sculptor do you want to sculpt for you?" he said with a chuckle.

   "You choose this one."

   "I want you to pick." He insisted.

   "Where are you going to put that sculpture?"

   "Secret."

   "Then can I not wear clothes?"

  The petty Bonaparte glared at her.

"Those paintings without clothes were originally not put in public places. There are two portraits of women, one with clothes, which is shown to outsiders, and the pictures without clothes were seen by the male owner. Others don’t understand, don’t you still understand?"

  "Do you want your sculpture to appear in public?"

  She remembered the sculptures that had been painted, and shook her head very firmly.

   "Then what do you want?"

"I have longed to be collected by others, properly placed, and carefully preserved to prevent me from being surprised, from suffering, from being displaced, and from being left alone. Please hide my sculpture in a place that will not be disturbed by others. local."

   "I will." He promised.

   "Can you tell me where I am?"

   "Did you disturb the peace when you went?"

  She tilted her head for a moment, but she entertained him, and he laughed.

   "I really didn't expect to be like this at the beginning." She stared at him and said, "I think I am dreaming of an absurd dream now."

   "Very few women look at me from the angle of looking up. It's not just because of height." He stroked her hair. "It's hard to imagine that someone's hair is born like this."

  "Our judges in the UK wear wigs, do your judges wear it?"

  He shook his head, "How could you guess what I was thinking?"

   "Severus had this kind of distress before, he was not as good-looking as Sirius."

   "Who is Sirius?"

"a friend."

   "Men's and women's?"

   "...man," she said guiltyly.

   "What did that guy say?"

   "He said Sirius likes me." She said with a look of disgust, "How is this possible."

   "Why do you think it is impossible for him to like you?"

   "He is the'Prince of the Academy'."

  Napolioni sighed heavily.

   "What?" she asked in confusion.

  He shook his head without talking, and continued to smoke his pipe.

   "I will be there on the day of the ceremony. I am not Marie Antoinette. I will run away."

  "Vendée has less land exploited by the nobles. They have no enthusiasm for the establishment of a republic. There are too many central forces. I would rather see Paris with less power and more local power."

  "Do you also think the population distribution should be balanced?"

   "It's power, not population."

   "I don't think so. Have you ever heard of Jiedu Chaotic?" She began to tell him stories more oriental than Egypt.

   "That's a question for posterity." He put the pipe on the head of the bed, then put his arm around her shoulder and pressed it on her again.

   "You can pray now." Napolioni said to her.

   "I don't want to be a fertility machine."

  "I don’t want to suffer either. Give me a baby, otherwise he and I must die. Do you want to see that scene?"

  She shook her head.

  "Then pray and ask God to show mercy. This is not difficult for it."

   "What if it's a boy?"

   "Thank God for giving me such a good memory." He said softly, "My eyes are pretending to be a painter, and I paint your portrait on my heart. My body is the frame with your delicate face embedded in it."

   "He said he can't live by memory." She cried.

   "I want to try if I can do it." Napolioni said, "If it doesn't work, I will come to you again."

  How can people who died two hundred years ago look for people two hundred years later?

  But she did not dare to say, she hugged him tightly.

   "I want to hear you say ‘use hard’." He said grimly in her ear, "I can’t be the only one who didn’t hear it."

   "Sorry, I dare not..."

   "Say hard."

   "Strong!" she yelled furiously.

  The **** Corsican breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't stop, keep screaming."

  She raised her hand and slapped him.

  "Do you want to play a new trick?" He threatened.

   "You dirty **!"

   "The Crown Prince of Wales is also a drunk, so why is he a noble and I am not!"

  Now she knew he hadn’t been playing around.

   "If I heard it next door..."

  "Didn’t you say that you like the feeling of not caring about other people’s opinions? Besides, the next door doesn’t care at all. She cried for so long that day and no one came out to watch the show."

   "Are you punishing me or yourself?"

  "Stop it, I don't want to listen except that word." He closed his eyes in pain.

   "Don't close your eyes and look at me." She forced him to open his eyes "Who am I?"

  He recognized her carefully.

   "I like you very much, Leon, you are a strong lion."

"I fell in love with that woman, to the extreme, but she made me the laughingstock of the scum of Paris." Leon said with hatred, "I can only forget these things when I work. She made me feel soft with tears. Once, she will want to deal with me with tears next time..."

"do not talk."

  "She was too much!" He shouted angrily, "I don't want to forgive her!"

   "She is your benefactor, she helped promote you."

   "Can the benefactor act recklessly?"

  She can’t answer this question.

  "A mother does not sacrifice for her child, but allows her to sacrifice for her irregular behavior. You say she loves me, so why should I love such an unreliable woman?"

"I am sorry……"

   "I love the woman I want to love, no one can care about it." He said grimly, "Say hard."

  She didn't struggle this time, and shouted like a countrywoman.

  Anyway, she will never come to this place again. The person next door definitely doesn't know who she is. If you are ashamed, you will be ashamed.

  After all, long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain.

  (End of this chapter)