Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1496 Returning and Leaving Home

  When Napolioni gains power, no matter where he goes, someone will prepare him for a hot bath.

  Georgiana once dreamed of a child crying in the bathroom. She took his hand and left that horrible place.

Then she opened a door and came to a simple hut. Outside the house was a world of ice and snow with the howling wind, and there was only one more windshield wall than outside, a middle-aged man with gray-blue eyes. The young man was sitting in a corner, his face paler than usual, and large tears slowly flowed down his cheek.

  A person who swears not to cry makes people inevitably sympathize with him when he starts to cry, but nasal mucus does not have this problem. He likes to cry.

  But the people outside were more pitiful than him. They sat on the ground, held their heads in their hands, and bowed forward, as if maintaining this posture could relieve hunger and cold. Many of them kept this posture and never woke up.

  Some people stretched their hands to the horse’s nostrils, hoping that they could warm up with the horse’s breath. Later, everyone had their rations cut off, and the soldiers killed the horse. At this time, no one disliked the taste of horse meat.

  She opened another door in the cabin, and this time she returned to the top floor of the Burgundy Mansion with oak trees and hops.

  She walked down the stairs and returned to her bedroom, only to see a scene that shocked her.

  Originally, she arranged a lot of Persian pillows in the bedroom, but later she became sober and changed it to a normal bed. Now there is a man and a woman on it, entangled in the sultry summer heat.

  The theater of the mansion next door is performing an opera, and the actress sings "His kiss is my panacea."

  Georgiana really hopes she can stop singing, and now she regrets listening to Matilda’s slander and invites him to listen to the opera at her own home.

  She used to marvel at the superb skills of sculptors. Hades, who snatched Persephone's sculpture, could carve the feeling of sunken skin. Now she saw the same marks on her legs. The weird thing was that she didn't feel anything at the moment, watching everything happen in front of her like a bystander.

  He got what he wanted, why is he still not satisfied?

  Maybe it was because he suddenly understood that there are things in this world that are more painful than death, but if a soldier loses his desire to survive on the battlefield, what is left of him?

  He was lost in his own desert, even though he once said that a desert is an ocean that can be stepped on.

  In that extremely cold place, the birds were so frozen that they could not flap their wings. Even if they snuggled to keep warm, they could not feel any warmth. Only flames can make people feel warm.

  Perhaps this is why Napoleon liked fire and hot water so much.

  He likes summer, clean Rambouillet, swans in the pool, and lively events.

  He wanted to leave those hells, so he had to escape again and again.

  When he left in a sled and wrapped in a fur coat, the soldiers heard the news the next day. The air was filled with disappointment and they were abandoned.

  Just as he was riding a battleship in Venice, returning to France to participate in the foggy coup, and throwing all the Egyptian endgame to Kleber, he felt disappointed by the expeditionary army that was left behind.

After he finished breathing, he picked up the silver cup on the bedside table and poured the wine into her mouth. The smell of wine quickly filled her mouth, and then he kissed her again, as if the kiss was wine Flavorful.

   Then he lay down beside her, looking absolutely relaxed.

  It is easy to kill him at this time, whether it is with a knife or magic, but Georgiana did not do that.

  In the distance, it may be to celebrate the National Day, or for a private celebration, someone is setting off fireworks.

  She watched the fireworks outside the window with him in a daze, and occasionally he would pick up the wine glass and drank the remaining wine in the glass.

  This tranquility makes her feel very comfortable. She hasn't felt this kind of conscience not tormented by fire for a long time.

His fingertips are like strumming strings, scratching her back. Her back is smooth to the touch because there are no welt marks. If there is a leather dealer, she will definitely say it is first-class. skin.

   "There are people who oppose me everywhere." He said in a tired, hoarse voice, "Is it really wrong?"

   "Some of you are wrong." Georgiana said indifferently, "such as robbing other people's property and restoring slavery."

   "Then what did I do right?"

  "Trying to reconcile the world with the church, even the wizards have reconciled with the church, why can't you." Georgiana found a vantage point on his shoulders relying on "Louis XVI also supported the opposition clergy regardless of public opinion."

   "Do you think I am the same as him?"

   "If you were not kings, you would be great husbands." Georgiana smiled and said, "I heard that Louis XVI also likes geography."

"You know the Marquis of Saint Simon, he does not advocate democracy, but establishes a ruling class composed of scholars and technical experts to lead the society. It is always intellectually superior to the ruled class. In order to maintain this intellectual monopoly, we must It must be carefully selected and continuously updated. Therefore, he advocated the abolition of the hereditary system. Not everyone will have smart descendants. His thinking was classified as reactionary, and then he fled to Spain." Bonaparte said calmly. "I wanted to see you. Then I went to the restaurant and found that the daughter of the Marquis of Saint Simon was sitting in your seat. At that time, I felt like I had a dream."

  You are also dreaming now.

  She said in her heart, but she didn't say it.

  As he said, this is a dream full of myths and epics. Where will he be when he wakes up? Is it Elba Island, or somewhere else?

"When Deneng was not ready to resist her, Chance showed her power. She knew where the ditches and dams were not built to control her, and where she was violent." Bonaparte said tiredly, "At this time chaos happened. The ground is also the source of the chaos."

   "I don't want you to think I won you." Georgianna said, "This is the general trend, and the Hebrews can't stand the enslavement of the Egyptians and leave that land."

  "They also created the'Ten Difficulties'." He said with a wry smile.

   "Why don't you talk about the ten plagues?"

  "Do you think I felt better during the suppression?" He asked back, "Is it you, what better way can you do it?"

   "I will keep coming to Anmin notices."

   "It's useless." He sighed, "It's useless."

  She didn’t know what to say.

   "Louis XVI cede St. Barthelemy Island to obtain tax exemption rights. I don't want tax exemption rights and I want to take back the island." He said grimly.

   "You can't think that this secret will be hidden forever."

"The great changes in the world are often beyond human expectations. I can forbid newspaper reports, but I can't prevent others from discussing privately in cafes and reading rooms. Unfortunately, what they think of as blood and cruelty is not as true as what happened in Santo Domingo. Yes, since the slaves in that manor prefer the benevolent masters than the'tyrants', you can try a different approach than in the past."

  Georgiana pursed her lips.

  She took him out of the theater to the tower just to show him that article.

   "I can be lenient to show my demeanor."

   "You also have to see if you want to appreciate it." Georgiana said coldly.

  Napoleon laughed, "It turns out that the ‘people who pick up weapons’ have to be divided."

  "Do you think Miss Sally will leave that home after experiencing that?" Georgiana asked.

   "If she leaves that house, why would she survive?" Bonaparte asked rhetorically.

  Georgiana smiled and did not answer.

This is the source of the problem. If Sally has her own job and is self-reliant on property, she doesn't need to be a woman who only says "yes". She doesn't need to pretend to have breakfast in front of old Jordan and wait for him. I went to the kitchen and hugged my mother and cried.

  Gone with the wind, this book really took a good name. Maybe Sally, who left home and went to the wilderness to be "independent", would also pass away with the wind, and no one would be found. Old Jordan's three children lost two at once, and another Gregory was also in danger. If even he died in the battle, Old Jordan would only have himself and a house of slaves left.

  "Think carefully before you start, who encouraged you?" Georgiana asked.

  He seemed bored with the topic, so he bowed his head and kissed her.

  It didn’t take long to hear the crisp sound of the silver cup falling on the ground.

  "Ding jingle bell", it sounds very good, just like the sound made by a saber.

  (End of this chapter)