Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2321 peternnnchen (three)

   There was a sudden sound of hooves outside.

She and Farron went to the window to check, and found that the guards were coming, and it didn't take long to see Bonaparte in the first ruling court uniform walking into the courtyard, with Mamluks hanging from his waist. sword.

For a moment, Georgiana wanted to let Farron hide, but then she thought about what an old man in his eighties had to hide, and then she found that Bonaparte was followed by a person, she was in a reception. I met him at the meeting, and it seemed that he was a general who had followed him to Italy.

   didn't have much time for them to be stunned, and soon she heard the footsteps of the two of them.

   Madame de Stahl wrote in her novel "How excited to hear his footsteps", and now Georgiana is not in such a mood.

   She was thinking of Zorro, to be precise, in "The Mask of Zorro", a fight scene between him and the governor's daughter Elena in the stable. In fact, the daughter of the governor is not really his daughter, but the daughter of the previous generation of Zorro, the previous generation of Zorro was very old, he trained a talented young farmer Ali Sandro into a new generation of Zorro , and rescued a large number of miners and their daughter Elena from the Spanish governor. But at that time, Elena didn't know her true identity. She thought that the Governor was her father, and she wanted to organize Zorro to steal documents from her father's office.

Just as she was thinking about it, Bonaparte appeared, and she seldom saw him wearing a court dress, although it was similar to the one he wore, with a black bottom and a gold thread embroidered on the edges. The dress had a red stand-up collar and dark gold trousers, exactly like David's portrait of him riding over the Alps.

At this moment she felt someone pull on her sleeve, it was Farron, who was saluting Bonaparte, and she wanted to curtsy, but found that her knees wouldn't come down, unless she was like the one in the movie Elena pointed at him with the thin rapier.

   "What are you doing here?" she said dryly and coldly.

   He ignored her unfriendly attitude and smiled at her as if to please.

   "I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

   There is still some food in the kitchen. After all, Farron and Edgeworth are both young and have a small appetite, but how could she be so embarrassed to use the leftovers to entertain the First Governor?

   She did not speak, and he stood like that.

  This man also has a stubborn side, and finally Georgiana asks Matilda to warm up the leftovers and open a bottle of red wine, and he smiles "smugly".

   "Are you going to sit and eat with that big knife?" she said bluntly.

   Bonaparte was about to undo the belt by himself, but the man who followed him spoke.

   "Why don't you help him out, ma'am."

"Who are you?"

   "Admiral Jean-Mathieus Serurière, who served as Doge of Venice, is about to go to Holland," said the man.

   In other words, this person will replace Augereau as the new commander of the Dutch garrison?

   She didn't say anything. After all, it wasn't her decision whether to withdraw the army or not. She glanced at the short Corsica, who had raised his hands.

   After a fierce fight, both Zorro and Elena in the movie were out of breath. What's more, the young peasant was really not a gentleman and cut through Miss Elena's clothes with a sword.

   "Are you surrendering?" asked Zorro of the new generation.

   "Never," Elena replied, and her kiss was stolen by the masked thief.

   She should give that bad thing some color, preferably stab him with a dagger when he is addicted to beauty.

Georgiana walked over very reluctantly, looked at his belt, and took it off after researching it. It was red and embroidered with gold thread. After losing the support, the Mamuru The Kejian landed on the wooden floor with a thud. She picked it up and tried to find a place to put it along with the belt.

   But he lowered his raised hand and wrapped it around her waist.

   "Still angry?"

   She glanced at the two "outsiders" present and felt that some topics were not suitable to talk about now.

   "I'm going to cook," she said softly, and he let go, as if that's what he was waiting for.

She walked to the door of the living room with her belt and sword in her arms. She glanced back. The three men were communicating harmoniously. Napoleon, who had taken off his belt and sword, looked baggy, while Seruriel was still wearing a full dress. and saber.

   She went outside the living room with an indescribable mood, handed the sword and belt to Matilda, who had not gone far, and went back to the kitchen to cook.

   Then she remembered that she went to the market in luxurious clothes, and now she is cooking in the same clothes, no wonder the Belgians are so surprised.

After the meal was ready, she did not rush to see the guests, but changed into loose clothes, and then let the maids bring the dishes to the table. By this time Bonaparte and Serurière had come in and took their seats. She cooked the dishes. It's pasta, with seafood and bacon, and the leftover lamb chops, enough for them.

Bonaparte's food was always like this, devoured, and she didn't bother to correct it. Anyway, she had seen more ugly food at school. Instead, she reminded Serious not to be dazed, after all, Bonaparte quickly got full. , he never cares if other people are full or not.

   It stands to reason that he has a stomach problem. For the sake of his health, she should let him eat slower.

   However, smoking is harmful to health, but it can make people feel relaxed. During the period of tobacco burning, you can slowly disarm your body and return to the roles you assume in the family, such as father, husband, son, brother, etc.

  People describe the home as a harbor. Sailors ride the wind and waves outside. If they want to get enough rest in the harbor, she will not give him too much restraint.

   Sure enough, he left the table when he was full, and had no plans to stay with the guests at all, so Georgiana hurriedly spoke to Seruriel.

   This general is very noble, and at the same time knows the etiquette of dining well. Georgiana left the restaurant after eating with him.

   Bonaparte was in the study at the moment, sitting on the sofa reading a document, and Philippe looked at Georgiana at a loss.

  Georgiana asked Philip to leave, and then stood opposite him.

   He put the document down.

   "You signed it without looking at it?" He looked up at her with his big head up.

   "I thought you read it for me." She copied her hand and said.

   He patted the sofa, she had to sit in the place he designated, and then he lay on her lap.

  It was lunch time now, Georgiana didn't say anything, let him lie down quietly, and touched his short chestnut hair by the way.

   "You didn't climb the bell tower, was it really because you took care of the archbishop?" he asked angrily after a while.

   "When you're 80 years old, you'll know how tired you are when you climb the clock tower in that outfit, and it's twice." She said indifferently.

   "How did you go back halfway?"

   "I can't leave the Archbishop alone on top of the tower, you can see the flames made by those strange birds."

   "Why don't you worry about me?" he said angrily.

   "You pulled me behind." She also said happily, "What? You don't mind hiding behind the girl now?"

   He got angry, got up and threw her down.

   "Say, where did you go that night?" He stared at her and said, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

   Rather than being a jealous husband, he was more like an interrogation. If she didn't answer properly, she might be captured by someone outside and shipped to the Netherlands.

   "You hit me, I'm angry, I need fresh air." She said calmly "What about the people watching me? They said they didn't see it?"

   "There were no obstacles in the wilderness, and it was foggy that day, so they couldn't see anything." He also said calmly, "Including who you are secretly meeting."

   She thought about it, as if that was the case, the fog was like what she had seen in the Louvre in the 21st century.

   "Your explanation is so simple that it is difficult for others to believe you," said Bonaparte.

   "Is it someone else or you?"

   He didn't answer, just flapping his nose, looking like he was still angry.

   "Why do people like complicated stories, and well-crafted lies can also be complicated." She said tiredly.

   "Is it necessary?" he growled in a low voice. "Just for such a little thing?"

   It was hard for her to explain to him, because she used to think Lily was making a fuss and parted ways with Severus over a title.

   Hufflepuff was treated like a fool, sometimes outright, sometimes treated so that it was so surprising that Cedric was the champion for Hogwarts.

   But she doesn't care about that kind of insult, she doesn't know those people anyway.

  It hurts the most when someone who cares says that. It's different from Hermione being called by Draco. That "little princess" didn't cry because she liked Draco.

   "I want you to praise me." She fought back tears "instead of scolding."

   "What do you want me to praise you for?"

   "I...I dance well."

   "You are a good dancer, I just told you not to be so 'heroic' in public."

   I can't tell what mood I'm in. Anyway, she pushed him hard, and this time he was unmoved.

"Wow."

   She was so sad that she cried.

   It took a while for him to let go and sit up straight again.

   "Women, you will always listen to other people's flattery." He teased.

   "You are not the same." She got up and said aggressively.

   He smiled contemptuously.

   "But I can see through the other party's intentions when they say these words, can you?"

   She was too lazy to talk to him.

   As a result, he lay back on her lap without authorization.

   "If you think your dancing is not beautiful enough, you can find a teacher. Didn't you help a ballerina last time?" He said vaguely, "Call me in a quarter of an hour."

That's right, she can ask the Principal Ballerina of the Paris Opera to correct her dance moves, and she doesn't need to practice in front of the mirror as before. She estimates that Miss Chevigny doesn't dare to point fingers at her dance moves. Who made her a "big man" .

   But she was still angry.

   "Damn Corsican dwarf," she whispered.

   "You're shorter than me, dwarf," he said with his eyes closed.

   She pinched his arm hard.

   Across such thick clothes, he was as unmoved as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

   "Remember to call me."

   "What's your attitude!"

   answered her with heavy breathing.

   (end of this chapter)