Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1349 The Fable of the Bee (Part 2)

  She dreamed of a swarm of bees, they were diligently moving in and out of the hive, and they made a slight buzzing sound when they flapped their wings.

  These bees brought prosperity to the hive. Napoleon’s family emblem is a bee. This association made his face appear in front of her all at once.

  She tried to block his beautiful hands, but her resistance was in vain.

  She was tired and wanted to rest, but her youthful and vigorous energy made him have no intention of stopping.

  This recliner is actually very suitable for an afternoon nap. He did think very thoughtfully, but she even hoped that he could be a little restrained.

  Severus was the same before, preferring to drink potions rather than restraint in this regard.

  If she did not have the beauty brought by the Veeva lineage, would they still love her?

  This question is like asking Remus, if you are not a werewolf, would you be happy?

  Perhaps he will spend his life peacefully and steadily, but he won't run into Tonks, a silly girl who doesn't care about anything and just wants to be with him.

  She shouldn’t deny that she is a monster like Remus. This is Albus’s education because he always hides that he is a homosexual.

  But she felt so ashamed that she wanted to cover herself with something.

   "Don't move." She heard Leon's voice saying that he was sitting on a chair, looking at Georgian who was lying on the recliner, as if he was admiring a portrait.

   "Go away!" She covered herself tightly with her back facing him with the silk quilt covering her body.

   "I have seen Shakespeare's works. I used to think he couldn't compare to Gao Naiyi or Racine. Reading Shakespeare is useless." He said behind her, "I am ashamed."

  I treat my eyes as a painter and draw your portrait on my heart.

  She remembered the poem. The first time she read it, she didn't know what to think at the time, so she connected it with Mona Lisa and the soldier who liked to watch her in the bedroom.

  Unfortunately, Mona Lisa is a fake beauty. She is made up of fiction, not as natural and vivid as a woman who is alive.

  She slowly turned her head, and the man in the colonel's uniform had a moment of astonishment, and then she pointed to the vase with dahlias on the table, "Bring it to me."

  The first ruler of France was like a soldier. He obeyed her orders and brought the flowers and vases together.

   "Choose one you like and put it on me." She said softly, "You can put the rest as you like."

  He did it again, he chose a pink dahlia and put it in her gray hair.

   Then he took a half step backwards like a painter who finished the last stroke, admiring his work.

"still got more."

   "No need." He looked at her carefully. "It's a masterpiece."

   "I want to eat candy."

   "Go ahead, what kind of candy do you want to eat?" He said generously.

   "Trickortreat." She said in English "I want to send some candy to the children on Halloween."

   "The situation is not that bad now."

   "I said I want to eat it, and I want to get acne for the children."

  He has a happy face and looks like he wants to jump over.

   "Don't move." She warned, "Sit down over there."

   Bonaparte sighed, and returned to the chair she had been sitting on, as she said, full of rebellious, like soldiers who didn’t obey orders.

   "Why are you here, where is Mr. Martin?"

   "Why are you looking for him for?"

   "I want to ask him about Frankfurt."

   "You ask, I will answer you."

  "Godan told me today that there is a Jew who wants to see me, and I want to have some practical contact with the Prince of Wales through him."

   "What?" he asked in a deafening voice.

  "If the Prince of Wales is short of money, you lend him the money to spend, and he will not be held back by the parliament in the future. The Jewish brothers in Britain and France each have one to stay behind."

  He rubbed his nose, "Is that all?"

   "There is another person in his family who is in the smuggling business. He is on the arm of Murat. Someone asked me if I should also be in the smuggling business in Frankfurt."

  He stared at her for a while and then asked, "Just tell me everything like this?"

   "I don't want to do smuggling. I want to open a sugar factory. Didn't you say that you want to open a sugar factory in Frankfurt?"

"Correct."

  "Beets cannot be promoted now, and the technology is not complete. Even if the cost of production is high, I want to use British sugar before reducing costs. When the technology is complete in the future, you can make money back in the market."

   "Are you helping me or helping the British?"

"What do you think?"

  He shakes his legs with restlessness, and looks frizzy.

   "You came to watch me sleep?"

   "No." He still couldn't hold back, sitting directly beside the recliner, leaning over and kissing her.

   "I want to kiss you." He said in a poetic tone, "It's like a sea wave kissing a rock, thousands of times, until the rock turns into fine sand."

   "Bad thing, you **** me off yesterday and today!" She punched him with her fist.

   "Then you hit me." He brought his face closer, "You will spoil me if you spoil me so much."

   "How can I spoil you?"

   "What I want, you can find a way to get it for me, what do you want?"

   "I want to see the law written by Carnot."

   "You can ask me, I have seen it."

  "Then tell me, what made those bankers go crazy."

  He also lay down on the recliner, and then let Georgia anna lie on his arm.

  "Do you know what debt collectors are most afraid of?"

   "No money yet."

"No, it’s because we don’t pay back the money, and we went bankrupt. We divided the disaster into several levels. If next year is the same as this year, or if the performance is worse, no interest will be charged, but if there is a bumper harvest, we must pay back the costs and profits. Above, we charge 7% interest, which can be repaid in installments."

   "So tall?" She got up and looked at the vampire.

  "Do you know how to refer to coupons?"

  She nodded.

   "The most clear thing I remember is the price of meat. When the coupon was first issued, you could buy a pound of meat for 5 su, and then it became 20 su a pound. How many times do you think the price has doubled?"

  She lowered her head and calculated it. If next year is still a famine year, then the price of food will rise. It will take a process for the price of food to stabilize, so she lie back again.

   "You are not allowed to bully the peasants." She lit Napolioni's Greek nose. "You bad guys."

   "I'm still worried that the farmers will owe money together." He opened his mouth and tried to bit her finger. "And my horse, what if they are so hungry they kill and eat."

   "It shouldn't be." She recalled the scene in the country.

"I sent you to a rich place. Some country people are no different from wild beasts. How could I send you to such a dangerous and remote place." He touched her waist improperly. "You think you and Polina Who is the number one beauty in Europe?"

   "I don't want that reputation." She said solemnly, "You are not afraid of others writing me indiscriminately."

"Rousseau feels that humans are sympathetic and sensitive animals. Horses cannot bear to trample on living creatures. Mothers will desperately protect their children. But Mandeville believes that if there are too many thrifty and respectful bees in the hive, the hive It will decline. Who do you think is right?"

   "I hope Rousseau is right." She pouted.

   "I hope so too." He touched her stomach, "How about let's change a reward?"

   "What did I tell you just now?"

   "I'll talk about it later." Bonaparte smelled her body. "What else has he done that I haven't done?"

   "There is one more." She lied, and then stood up, holding his collar like a rope, "Follow me."

"where to?"

  "Restaurant."

  A surprising light appeared in his eyes immediately.

  Georgiana turned around, preventing him from seeing her face.

  She would not fool around with him on the sofa, whether it was because of Hathor’s warning or because Bonaparte had said that any sofa could be in estrus.

  She originally intended for peace talks, and God knows where the Amiens peace treaty is now.

  In order to cut her thoughts, she clearly stated in the public that she could not have children.

  (End of this chapter)