Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2266 The Winter Banquet of the Sea God (8)

   There is a German lullaby that goes like this:

  Solichdisenseumerlanc, bekumbertsnmitkinden, swaerichvilliebertt, if I had to watch this kid all summer, I'd rather die,

  desistmirmnfridekranc, solichnihtzenlinden, reigendirrent.owêdirrent! That thought makes me so miserable, I can no longer go to the linden, dance, or do anything more exciting,

  Wigenwagen, gugengagen, wennewileztagen? Shake, shake, shake, ah, when will dawn?

  The vast majority of girls become mothers at a very young age. They have a big heart for play, and of course they can’t calm down and watch their children.

When Georgiana returned to the venue, great changes had taken place here. There were many more animal-shaped inflatable balloons floating in the air, and trapeze costumes dressed as birds were performing. On the ground, there were three robots performing. These three robots One is a Spanish flutist, one plays the glass organ, and another plays the trumpet, and people are watching.

  Some people simply finished the game of "hide and seek", and the person in charge of being a "ghost" had a piece of cloth over his eyes, catching those who were hiding behind flowers and trees.

  The men, as always, had to find a corner to smoke and talk business, and the women gathered to chat, but neither Goulding nor Kiara were seen.

  Yeah, spy, why didn't she think of it?

Georgiana was a little frustrated, but fortunately she didn't have any important information, so she didn't rush out in a hurry. The last time she handed the information about Santo Domingo to Sir Merry, there was a lot of trouble. In Bona In Ba's eyes, a diplomat was a spy with an official identity, even if Sir Merry didn't come this time.

However……

   She looked at Metternich, the Austrian messenger who was walking slowly towards this side. Would Bonaparte still divorce Josephine for an Austrian princess who would have children?

  minne, minne, trauteminne, Minne, dear kind and lovely little thing,

  swz, ichwildichwagen. Quietly I will shake you,

  Wigenwagen, gugengagen, wennewileztagen? Shake, shake, shake, when will it be dawn?

  minne, minne, trauteminne, Minne, dear, kind and lovely little thing,

  swz, ichwildichwagen. Quietly I will shake you,

  Amme, nimdazkindeln, dazeznihtenweine, alseliepalsichdirs. The nurse picked up the child and he stopped crying, he loved me from the heart,

  ringemirdieswaeremn, dumahtmichaleine, mnersorgenfr.sorgenmachenfr. So be quiet, the sorrows are mine, and he alone can free me from the sorrows of love,

  Wigenwagen, gugengagen, wennewileztagen? Shake, shake, shake, when will it be dawn?

   She couldn't imagine how a little girl would feel when she watched her nanny "send her siblings to heaven", and what was even more unimaginable was that Chiara still maintained a lively personality. Perhaps Chiara said this to Bonaparte in order to gain his pity, but wasn't what happened to her terrible? The nanny was a trustworthy person. She couldn't help thinking of herself, and she once felt that Theodora had done the right thing by burying her daughter who was not long after birth.

  Theodora let her daughter return to "heaven" as a baby before she felt the suffering of the world, but the baby girl may also be wandering in the ghostly hell.

  There are actually two hells, one is for babies who have not been baptized, and the other is where the saints are imprisoned.

Only a few people can escape purgatory, and these people must have enough virtues, and it is the virtues cultivated by these people that constitute the "gong treasury". Compensation for crime and punishment.

   "What's the matter with you?" Metternich asked, looking at Georgiana.

   Bonaparte looked at her too.

   She looked at him, her mood was extremely complicated, she felt guilty for her actions, and felt that Kiara deserved it, as if there was an angel and a devil quarreling in her mind.

   "Maybe I'm not used to the water here," Bonaparte said politely.

   "I heard that Madame only drinks luxury brand sodas, didn't General Lana prepare it for her?" Metternich asked.

   "You can't cook with soda water," said Georgiana immediately.

   "Doesn't Antwerp's food satisfy you?" Metternich asked.

   "I prefer my hometown food, although it's called a 'food desert'."

   "Oh, people think Germany only has sausages," Metternich said with a smile. "But we're more than just sausages."

   "I know, and beer and pork knuckle," said Georgiana dryly.

   "You've been to Mont Blanc, where have you eaten these?" Metternich said in disbelief.

  Georgianna didn't know how to interface.

   Come to think of it, that place is close to Switzerland and Valais, how could she talk about this with an Austrian messenger?

   "The Alps are indeed beautiful, but I personally think that the minerals in Silesia are more valuable." Bonaparte suddenly said, "How is the quality of the steel on that side?"

   Metternich was obviously stunned.

  Silesia, the land acquired by Frederick the Great after his victory in the Austrian Throne War in 1742, is the center of coal, steel and chemical, machinery manufacturing, not to mention Metternich, Georgiana does not know what is happening now.

   "Adam Smith believed that free competition in the market not only guides people to realize personal interests, but also enhances the wealth of the country, and can realize the effective operation of the internal mechanism of society."

   "Not only Silesia, but other provinces in Austria also have iron smelters." Metternich sighed, "Our country has no intention of taking back Silesia for the time being."

"Do you know why I suddenly want to play the flute?" Bonaparte smiled and looked at Georgiana. "After the victory of the First Silesia War, Frederick was in high spirits and fell in love with writing poetry and playing the flute, and he also wanted to Voltaire was invited to visit."

   "How about having Goethe come to France?" Georgiana immediately said to Metternich.

   "This must be approved by Mr. Goethe." Metternich said with a smile.

   "I don't like the ending of young Werther." Bonaparte said, "A story with a bad ending is not as good as a story with no ending."

   "Do you think so too?" Metternich asked Georgiana.

   She looked at Bonaparte, and he looked at the crowd not far away.

   "Incompleteness is also a kind of beauty, it leaves infinite space for imagination and thinking, just like Venus with a broken arm..."

   "What is Broken Arm Venus?" Metternich asked.

  Georgiana just recalled, haven't the sculptures of Venus been discovered yet?

   "It's like a remnant." Bonaparte said, "Michelangelo was inspired by it to create more masterpieces."

   "But Michelangelo's female sculptures are also muscular, without soft lines."

   "You are wrong. Michelangelo's Maria sculptures in Rome and Bruges are very feminine. His female sculptures express the power of life."

  Georgianna decided, as if the conversation was starting to move in a safe direction.

   "It takes a tough life to conquer the Alps."

   "For the sake of long-term peace, we have given up Italy, what else do you want from us? Or do you want to stir up our political situation?" Metternich said coldly.

"Peace has finally come, but it's far from enough, please don't see me as a villainous conspirator with a false mask, I have proven my efforts for peace, but I have to admit that in terms of performance and music I lack talent, no matter how hard I try, I won't become everyone, but I still understand a truth, the world needs a tone, and we all need to play our own instruments according to this tone, otherwise we will each play our own, and finally we will meet It's not the beautiful music that comes together, it's the noise."

   "What kind of music do you want to listen to?" Metternich asked.

   "It's not the noises I heard just now, I don't want the peace to be destroyed by these people doing nothing wrong."

  Metternich smiled eccentrically, and Georgiana knew it too, and then she made an excuse to leave.

   She called Feigl over and asked her to warn those who chewed their tongues, whether it was really pulling their collars and hair, or using other methods, in short, to shut them up.

  French is about etiquette and proportion, at least she won't be like someone who "if you don't obey, I will kill you".

  Otherwise, what was the purpose of the Brittle Moon coup soldiers entering the parliament with bayonets?

   As long as Figel doesn't have that kind of "chivalry" and feels that she is bullying, there are still many people who secretly laugh at her muscles.

   (end of this chapter)