Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1390 Reward

  If Napoleon rode a horse instead of riding in a carriage, he would hold his whip in his hand, and the tip of the whip he was pulling when he walked would lightly pat on his army boots, making a crisp sound.

  His steps are quick, even on bumpy roads, and his back is very straight.

  It’s just that his head is out of proportion to his thin body, especially after putting on the cocked hat, his head appears bigger.

  This figure is really not suitable for sculpture and painting, because it does not conform to the aesthetics of the human body.

  But he actually exercised his body, especially his lower limbs. His leg muscles are much better than his upper body.

  The army is different from the navy, and its movement depends entirely on its legs. She understands it this way.

  Homer’s epic Odyssey once had such a description:

  The clever Telemax brought the troubled guests into his gorgeous and tall mansion. They took off their outer robes, put them on the commode and wide chairs, and then entered the carefully polished bathroom to receive a shower.

  After bathing them, the maids carefully smeared them with olive oil, put them on fluffy robes and clothes, and then they walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. A maid brought the wash basin, poured water into the silver basin to wash their hands with a beautifully made golden jug, and placed a smooth dining table in front of them. The dignified maid brought various dishes and welcomed the foreign guests graciously.

  According to their previous betting agreement, if Giorgioanna wins, Napoleone will leave her to deal with. They didn't clearly say whether Georgiana won or no pirates came, but Napoleon let her win anyway. Now he was like a fish waiting to be cooked, lying on a large chair covered with green Moroccan leather and asked Giorgioanna to coat him with olive oil.

  There is a smooth table within his reach, on which is a large pot of dates, a few pastries, and a bottle of iced champagne. The bathroom built by Louis XIV was full of white mist, and the hot water in the pool drove away the severe cold, making it almost impossible to feel that it was a severe winter.

   "Push hard."

  Georgiana rubbed the muscles of his leg with pinching force.

  At the moment, she is wearing an Egyptian dress. It should be worn by a maid. It is easy to move around. It does not have a long skirt like a mopping dress. Besides, the only piece of jewelry on her body is a short necklace of emeralds, which she wears as a forehead ornament, which makes "Caesar" very satisfied, because it is said that Cleopatra likes emeralds very much.

  She did not let unmarried girls into this place, after all, they are now in France in the 19th century, not Rome in BC. Corsicans don't shy away from revealing their bodies. Not wearing clothes is the same as wearing clothes. On the contrary, Georgiana, who is wearing clothes, feels very uncomfortable.

  "Can you stop humming!" She stopped her hand and said angrily.

  He turned his head and stared at her.

   "I feel very comfortable, why can you call when you feel comfortable, but can't I call?"

  At this moment, Georgiana couldn't wait to have a whip in her hand.

  He lay on his side, propped his head with his hands, and waved at her.

   "Come here."

  She is so angry now that she wants to beat him hard.

  But now he is covered with olive oil, and he looks like an ancient Greek bodybuilder.

   "Are you Brits rushing forward impatiently only when you see gold coins?" He said impatiently.

   "I'm a girl, I can't do this." She said very seriously, "Your mother taught you to pursue what you want?"

   "Do you think there is a problem?"

   "Boys are okay."

   "Don't worry, there is only me and you here." He reached out his hand to her.

   "I hope you don't just tell people that I'm naughty. Only you and Severus know about it." She said seriously, "I don't want to be a topic for others to talk about."

  He put his hand down.

   "There is another card in the tarot card, the sun. It reminds me of you." She said softly, "Sometimes you are like a child."

   "Are you flattering me?"

   "I'm talking about how I feel at the moment."

   "Then do you know how I feel now?"

  She waited quietly for him to say.

   "I'm thirsty, please pour me a glass of wine."

  Georgiana immediately went to pour him wine, the golden champagne was poured into the silver glass, and the bubbles exploded with a rustling sound.

She handed him the glass of wine, but he took the glass and put it aside, then pulled her wrist, let her pour into his arms, and he started kissing her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose , Say a compliment every time you kiss a place.

  She didn't drink, but she felt a little drunk.

  "Do you want to know how we talked?" He asked her kissingly.

   "What conditions did the Prince of Wales say?"

"It's not the condition he said. It was the Tsar who helped us Zhou Xuan. The British can continue to be stationed in Malta for three years until the Knights of Malta have the ability to protect themselves." He whispered in her ear, "Duke of Orange's claim for compensation. It will no longer be counted in the peace treaty, and will negotiate in Berlin instead."

   "Where are the prisoners?"

  "The Prince of Wales said to trade all the French prisoners for you. I told him that your Prime Minister is still with me. Guess how he answered?"

  She shook her head.

   "He said, ‘I’ll give you another call, would you like it’?"

  Georgiana smiled.

"Don’t think William Pitt Jr. is a good man. He is only currently in the field. The British cut military expenditures but did not reduce the number of navies. The salary of ordinary soldiers remained in the 17th century. The food was poor and there were no holidays. In 1797, the navy was in the Thames estuary. There was a riot in the Netherlands, but the governor government was in power at that time. They were having disputes with the two houses and missed this opportunity to negotiate a peace."

   "Just the same as now?" She said worriedly.

"The situation is different now. All the expenses paid by the United Kingdom to the anti-French coalition are gold reserves. In addition, the gold used to pay for freight and insurance to the neutral countries that serve itself is used for gold. The gold reserves of the Bank of London have been exhausted. "

   "The Prince of Wales told you this?"

"He was telling me that Britain is no longer able to fund the royalist activities." Napoleon said calmly. "Everyone except the Duke of Orleans lives in an apartment in London. The captives live in the dock. Our food ship is ready to pick you up. They go, do you think I will be so stupid?"

  "Do you like the Prince of Wales?"

"If he weren't for the crown prince, he could become the best comedian in Europe. I watched his troops. Most of them were recruits. The high price of grain has reached an unsustainable level. He didn't want the revolution that happened in France to happen again in Britain. ."

   "The czar has gone too?" Georgiana asked.

   "No, his brother, Grand Duke Constantine, is here. I really wish I could have such a brother." Leon said with emotion.

   "What are his characteristics?"

   "Observe, and not ambitious."

   "Maybe he acted." Giorgioanna pointed to Napoleone's ancient Greek nose. "You didn't want to be a serious general before."

  "Queen Ekaterina is a terrible woman. Do you know how she treats Turkish captives?"

  Georgiana shook her head.

   "She ordered all the prisoners to be killed, and the blood stained the Black Sea. After comparing with her, I found that the British still had a bit of conscience."

   "I don't want to talk about this topic anymore." She said sadly.

"Growing up next to a woman like that, I think it’s hard not to be like Grand Duke Constantine, but she is a good queen, and the Russian people like her very much." He outlined Georgiana’s facial features with his fingers. "I want a real Belongs to our child, Queen of Scots."

  "Are you kidding or is this a condition of the crown prince?"

"What do you think?"

   "Unless the prince is crazy." She grabbed his hand and kissed "I am your Cecilia, Sultan."

   "I heard Canova is sculpting for you?"

   "I don't know what he will sculpt me." She complained exaggeratedly.

  "Tell me, priestess, how can I please the goddess of harvest?" Napolioni showed that moving smile again.

  Just like Teresa said, he has a very elegant temperament and looks like a god.

   "I thought the goddess of harvest should hold grapes, but then she would not be the priestess of Bacchus." Georgiana said distressedly, "Paulina used to pretend to be her."

  He finally lost his patience and threw her down, but there was olive oil everywhere on the leather recliner, so they fell to the floor together.

  "When you ignored me, I was like a dying person." He stared at her eyes and said, "I have no ideas, as if inspiration left me."

   "I think your last naval battle was a crazy adventure."

"That's because I don't use Greek fire." He smiled and said, that smile looked like a devil. "When I sleep alone, after I go to bed, I will read books from thousands of years ago, sometimes by myself, sometimes by others. I translate. The book records how each dynasty was established on the ruins of the previous one. You didn't tell me the Greek fire is because you are protecting Britain?"

   "If you attack with fire, no one can survive such a fire." Georgiana whispered.

"I know that the Arab fleet in the Golden Bay of Constantinople was burned down in this way. I can also use the same method to deal with the Maltese navy. I don’t blame you. You also have a banner in your heart. It ignited my fighting spirit, can you tell me what the sun will become if it dies?"

   "Carbon, but a star larger than the sun will turn into iron."

  He opened his eyes in surprise.

  "This is the law of the universe, Leon. Each of us is produced from the dead remains of the last star. The iron in our blood comes from that star larger than the sun."

  "You made up this?"

  "You can understand it as occultism, which only a few people know."

   "Why did you tell me?"

   "This is your reward." She kissed his nose and asked him to put lipstick on the tip of his nose, which looked like a clown's red nose.

   "What about gold? Can it really be made by alchemy?" He asked like a greedy king.

   "That needs the power of God."

   "Can God of War work?"

   "No, that is the power of Hermes." She stroked his arm "Like Eros and Athena, they have different powers."

   "Who created you? Are you Helen or Pandora?"

  She stared at him with affectionate eyes.

  "Don't tell me anymore." He said depressed, and then lowered his head to kiss her. This kiss was nothing like a child.

  (End of this chapter)