Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1524 "Mother's Taste"

In the winter of 1801, before freezing, there was a major flood in Paris. The water of the Seine overflowed to the Elysee Palace, but at that time Giorgioanna was living in the greenhouse of the Grand Trianon, so I was concerned about what happened in the city. Not knowing it.

One of Napoleon’s dreams, in addition to conquering the “East”, is to build Paris into the most beautiful city in the world. After the flood, he just gave him an excuse, so the Port d’Orsay began to rebuild, and because Desai’s monument was in Dijon, So another Desai Wharf was built.

In addition, he also wanted to build an opera house like the "Milan Theater", and raise the foundation so that there would be no fear of flooding. The audience could take a boat to the theater to watch a play. This matter made French architects and Italians There was an overt fight between the architects of, Fontaine almost gave up the project to redesign the Palace of Fontainebleau as a new military school.

  The playwright who got into trouble was named Emmanuel Dipati, and he let the actor Fedo play the play and passed the censorship without any censorship.

  Now the opera review is in the charge of the Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Police, which means that if Napoleon wants to scold someone, he will scold Sharptal and Foucher.

  She can’t just watch these actors being exiled to the colony. These people can’t do anything but acting. So many strong soldiers died of yellow fever. They were basically sentenced to death when they were exiled. She felt that they should be given at least a chance to repent, so she stayed after Napoleon left and was in the conference room of the opera house. Rio met the parties.

  The uniformed guards left with Napoleon, accompanied by plainclothes policemen. Since the last assassination was intercepted, there have always been plainclothes in the theater.

She waited not long. One of the shareholders of the opera house, Mr. Dub, came in with a pale and thin man. He and Godan Poitwin were acquainted. Giorgioanna was introduced by him once. The other man she was completely acquainted with. do not know.

   "This is Mr. Deepatti." Mr. Dub said in an actor-like voice.

  Georgiana looked at the playwright.

  He looks ordinary, he is not particularly glamorous, nor is he particularly shabby. He should belong to the "middle class", and he is much better than Canova's students.

  According to normal people’s thinking, "killers" should be low- and middle-income people. Because there is no other means of making a living, they can only get paid by murder.

But the artist is different from normal people. If Napoleon had listened to Selassie’s invitation to modify the statue, then he might have been recruited. After all, the "slender" Bonaparte sometimes looked like a woman and might not be a man. opponent.

   However, such a person is a warrior. The reason why Archduke Charles only received the news of Moreau crossing the river on June 26 was because Napoleon was in full swing in Italy at that time, and he was paying close attention to Napoleon's movements.

He does have a firm will. Antoine Jean Gro once drew him a picture of his flag raising during the Battle of Alcole in 1796. At that time, a shell hit him and an officer died. Saved him, blocked the cannonball with his body, and the man died at his feet.

  Napoleon would not call "retreat" at this time. He raised his flag. When the others retreated to avoid the shells, he took the lead and charged. As a result, he was squeezed into the ditch after just lifting it for a while.

  This kind of "joke" can be played.

  "Do you know why you are here?" Georgiana asked flatly, her voice echoing in the gorgeous empty conference room.

   "No... I don't know." Dipati said with a trembling voice.

   "Please sit down." Georgiana pointed to a chair next to him, and Dipati almost sat down with Dub's support.

  "Have you talked with the beggars in Paris? Mr. Dipati?" Georgiana asked after a while.

   "No...no."

  "Do you know that many of them are veterans?" Georgiana asked again.

  Dipatti was a little shocked.

   "There is a doorman in your script. He claims to have served. I think he has better luck than those veterans wandering on the streets, don't you think?"

  Dipatti did not speak.

   "The Palace of Versailles has now been converted into a shelter for disabled soldiers. You will see more ‘former service’ soldiers there. The war has left traces of cruelty on them. It is not as approachable as you think."

   "It?" Dipati asked.

   "I'm talking about war." She corrected, referring to the lion in the wilderness. His angry look was indeed terrifying.

"I think……"

"You are very fond of the First Ruling and the soldiers, but I have to say that your joke is a bit too much." Georgian interrupted him. "Some of these people join the army, some have dreams, some are on a mission and should not behave. The jokes of farce can't be regarded as games. I understand your desire to make the audience happy, but if you do so, the soldiers are in a very bad mood."

  Dipatti frowned.

   "I have no intentions." He whispered.

   "I understand that this is why I am talking to you here, but I have to say that you are very grandiose in doing this, although you may find it fun."

  "What should I do?" Dipati asked anxiously.

  She didn’t know what to say.

   "Come with us to the police station." said a person in plainclothes.

  Dipatti looked at Georgiana in panic.

  "Since you are a literate person, do you know that there is an Eastern idiom, "Illness comes from the mouth, and trouble comes from the mouth"? This sentence means that if you are not careful, you can easily lead to trouble.

  "What should I do?" Dipati asked again.

  She has the feeling that the power of life and death is in her own hands.

But she also understood that literati’s most taboo behavior was this kind of “restriction of freedom of speech”. Asking Dipati to go to the Tuileries and kneel at Napoleon’s feet to confess his mistakes was something they would never tolerate, but it would cause rebellion. .

   "You will be punished to a certain extent." Georgiana said, "for your carelessness."

   "What punishment will I get?" Dipati said.

  Georgiana did not answer him, and the plainclothes took him away.

  "What should we do?" Mr. Dubu asked after they left.

  "Before the police came to search, things that shouldn't be here, even a piece of paper, must be cleaned up." Georgiana said to him, and then she got up and left.

  She came in an open carriage, and waiting to pick her up at the entrance of the theater was a very ordinary carriage. If it weren’t for Napoleon’s adjutant waiting for her, she wouldn’t even take a second look.

   "Please get in the car, ma'am," the adjutant said.

   "Where are you taking me?"

   "Take you back to the Burgundy Mansion." The adjutant smiled politely, "You haven't forgiven the first ruling, right?"

   "Where does he need someone's forgiveness!" She couldn't help raising her voice. She was about to walk back on foot. Suddenly she found that there were a lot of homeless people after nightfall, and there were many dark shadows in the corners that were not illuminated by the street lights.

   "The public security is not good outside, let's get in the car." The adjutant said from behind her.

   "I have a magic wand." She took out her wand.

   "I remember that your wizards seem to have some method, you can't use magic casually." said the adjutant.

  "Self-defense can be used." She turned to leave.

  The adjutant looked impatient and wanted to catch her and get into the carriage.

  However, she insisted on walking by herself, so he could only get in the cart by himself, so that the carriage would follow her at every step.

  This area is a wealthy area. The road is not as bad as a slum area. There are pedestrians walking on the road. They are well-dressed and look like they are going to the theater.

   There was a poet who once compared Paris, saying that she is the “center of hell”. Although there is money in the bank, the money does not belong to me.

  There was a ballad in the 13th century:

  Buy, buy fruit tower,

  The dagger in the scabbard,

The horn is used as a piccolo.

  The whistle is used for grazing,

  God, please protect the girl.

  Maybe girls can be protected by God, what about "women" like her?

  The weather was a bit cold after nightfall. As she walked, she folded her arms around herself, like giving herself a warm hug.

  (End of this chapter)