Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1605 Son of God Abandoned (8)

   "In 1239 AD, there was a girl of royal blood. According to ancient legends, she was the most beautiful..."

  Listening to this totally untuned song, Georgiana opened her eyes.

  Napolioni’s singing voice is very distinctive, and it’s difficult to identify it. It is obvious that apart from not having a talent for housework, he also lacks in this aspect.

  She blocked her ears with a pillow, hoping to block the unpleasant singing. Later, she realized that it was futile, so she threw the pillow aside, picked up the silk nightgown on the head of the bed and put it on her body.

  Maybe she can’t stop him from occupying Valais, but she thinks he can try to stop him from singing, just to save everyone’s hearing.

   "For God's sake, can you stop singing!" She yelled through the door, and the singing actually stopped.

  She felt weird inexplicably, so she crept over, opened a crack in the door and peeked in, and found that Napolioni was taking a bath, and the Minister of Interior Sharptal and the senior officials of Rouen were standing by the bathtub.

   "Go down," Leon said to the two.

  So the two men regressed and left.

   "Come in." After the two left, Leon said to her, and while talking, he poured water on his body.

  Georgiana opened the door and walked in.

   "Help me rub my back."

   "I don't brush the back of the donkey." She held her hands and said very uncooperatively.

   "Then take a bath with me." He said in a good mood.

   "Won't your footman suddenly rush in and brush your back?" she asked back.

  As a result, he picked up the water in the bathtub and splashed on her. Georgiana quickly covered her face with her hands, and then screamed, but she was still splashed by the water.

   "Hahaha." He laughed badly, like a child playing in the bathtub.

  Georgiana was so angry that she wanted to pick up something and beat him.

   "I don't think no one will come in now." He raised his wet hand and waved to her, "Come on, my princess."

   "I am not a princess." Georgiana frowned.

   "Come on, sister Dina Sad, your brother wants to tell you a story."

   "Are all men so cheeky or just you?"

  He stopped talking, so Georgiana took off her dressing gown and went into the bathtub.

  Water can indeed replenish the power taken away by fatigue. In short, he has become energetic again.

  This whirlwind from Italy can indeed cause a strong storm, which is dazzling, and she is quickly lost in his embrace.

He desperately wanted a child, but wasted energy on her little hopeless land, and she didn’t know how long this Carthage peace would last. When the war between Britain and France reopened, where would she go? , At least the ambassador can return home, but she may not be able to return.

   is like a pure soul that never goes back, or a piece of paper that cannot be re-whitened, even the handwriting left with a pencil will still leave a faint mark on that piece of paper.

  Later, he kissed her. This Corsican monster seemed to have learned French kisses, and it could even be said to be very proficient. I don’t know how many girls he kissed before practising this skill.

  He was clearly a second lieutenant of the innocent artillery.

  She opened her dim eyes and stared at him. She wished to know how much purity there was in his soul, but unfortunately he did not give her this opportunity. A new storm was brewing, and she was soon lost in it again.

   "In 1239 AD, there was a girl of royal blood. According to ancient legends, she was the most beautiful..."

  He began to sing the song that was ridiculous. This time she listened at close range, more clearly than through the door, and he didn't let her cover her ears.

  "Do you know what happened in 1239?" He was like a bard playing a lute, his fingertips darting across her back.

   "I don't know." She clung to his shoulders with weak hands, and said softly in a nasal voice.

"In 1239, Gregory IX ordered the burning of all Jewish books, on the grounds that some people accused the Jews who had converted to Christianity that they still believed in the Talmud in secret." He said softly in a low voice, "Being" Friedrich II, who was excommunicated, sent troops to occupy the Cassino Abbey, the monastery where Pepin’s brother Carloman was imprisoned."

  She was a little awake and looked at him with her eyes wide open.

"That year Edward Long-legged was born, and John II, Duke of Brittany was also born that year. His father John I married Princess Blanche of Navarre. Is it possible that the song was sung? The man is him?"

   "You mean, King Navarre didn't want to marry the princess to John I because she wanted to marry the king, and John I was just a duke?" Georgiana couldn't believe it.

"Religion can bring order to the spiritual world of people, but it still requires secular power to rule the country. John I and the Bishop of Brittany fought for the right to rule over a long period of time. As a result, they were excommunicated by the church. John II He is a devout believer, but when he was in Lyon, when he was leading the horse for Pope Clement V through the crowd, the onlookers crushed a wall and crushed him to death on the spot. Do you think this is God? Punishment?"

  Georgiana did not dare to speak, his hand was moving along her back towards the restricted area.

"In 1270, John I participated in the Eighth Crusade led by Louis IX. The excommunication prevented him from participating in the sacrament, but it did not affect him to do other things. Do you think the soul of John I would be because of his participation in the crusade. To be saved?"

  "You don't want your soul to be saved?" Georgiana asked rhetorically.

"I think he fought for the king." Leon smiled easily. "Or he could fight for himself. Through the Eastern Expedition, he could expand his power and prestige and make the Duchy of Normandy a duchy like Burgundy. "

   "He will lose a lot of soldiers." Georgiana condemned.

  "It was the Middle Ages, my dear, do you still expect the king to talk about human rights and equality?" Leon teased her.

   "What I want to say is compassion." She corrected.

  "Do you think there are many crimes committed in the name of sacredness, or do you think that many crimes have been committed in the name of freedom?" He asked rhetorically.

   "You will definitely be excommunicated by the church in the future." Georgiana nodded his nose with her finger.

  "Are you afraid of going to hell?" He said solemnly.

  Georgiana did not answer him immediately.

   "I'm afraid of being alone." She stared at him and said with trembling eyes.

   "He made you feel lonely?" Bonaparte asked.

   "No." She said with tears, "He hurt me."

   "Because he killed the principal whom you respected like your father, and there is a woman in his heart that never forgets?" He said with a quirky French with a smile.

   "He helped Albus free."

"As long as it is remembered, even if that person is dead, that person is still alive. Only when that person is forgotten by everyone can he really die." He was very gentle and said to Georgiana, "I understand your feelings." ."

   "I can't let him forget her." Georgiana cried as if she collapsed. "Why is he so stubborn! It doesn't matter how good I treat him."

   "You are the same as him." Napolioni smiled and said, "Do you think I'm not good enough for you?"

   "Of course not!" she yelled, "Those actresses, and Giuseppina Gralinger, and the notes posted on my door!"

   "Do you think I can hurt you?" He asked rather pleased.

  Georgiana raised her hand and slapped him.

   "We were so close just now, but are you hitting me now?" He pretended to say that he couldn't believe it.

  She punched him hard with her fist.

   "Just this strength." Instead, he said leisurely, and he turned his back to her "rub."

she cried.

  She cried so sad, but no one came to comfort her, so she vented her anger on him.

  When she was really weak, Giorgioanna put down her hands out of breath, and Napolioni’s back was red.

   "That woman, gave birth to another man, right?" Napolioni asked with his back to her.

   "Yes." She said angrily.

  He laughed.

  "Then we will wait and see, if you helped me give birth to a child, he will not forget you as much as she does."

   "It's not fun." She objected.

   "It's not fun, but is he just that kind of person." Napolioni laughed, "No wonder I will pick up the cheap price for someone like me."

   "What nonsense are you talking about!"

  He smiled mysteriously and did not answer her question.

  She felt that she could not continue to stay in a bathtub with him, so she got up and left.

   "Georgiana."

   Just when she was about to open the door and leave, he stopped her, "If he doesn't come to you next year, how about you stay with me forever?"

   "How many months?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

   "Like the exiles, Portuguese Moon."

  I am not afraid that you will lose everything, but I am afraid that you will fall in love with another woman.

  She looked at the door, but did not say the sentence.

  After all, the reason why she has a good impression of this person is all because of his saying that she will not abandon the woman who was good to him just because she has become a great person.

  Wine represents the precious blood in the sacrament, but the alcoholic has become abandoned by God. Is it because he drank too much blood?

She thought of another Portuguese moon, the general who was riding on a horse and ordered the soldiers to turn the cannons at the civilians. Napoleon was facing the painter who drew prints at that time. His back was very tall and straight, and it was hard to imagine that he was only five feet three inches tall. .

  As long as this person is cruel, he will give any order to exterminate humanity, so he is called a "monster".

   "Okay." She agreed, then opened the door and went back to the bedroom.

  Anyway, this is an order, and she has no way to refuse it. She will carry it out if she doesn’t want to execute it that day, so it’s useless for her to oppose it. It’s better to pretend to obey. As for the future, who knows?

  (End of this chapter)