Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1281

  The officials who came to Rambouillet to work after nightfall all rode their carriages back to their residences near the castle.

  Georgiana thought that the night was over, but when she was about to wash, someone knocked on the door.

  She opened the door, and Napoleon's manservant stood at the door.

   "You tell him, Josephine is here and I won't go to him." She said to the male servant without embarrassment.

  "Master has something to tell you." The servant said.

"what's up?"

   "Please follow me."

  She did not continue to ask.

  This kind of drama in the middle of the night, where the maid is taken to the lord’s bedroom by the footman, often appears in TV dramas. She herself did not expect such a day.

  However, she was not taken to Napoleon’s suite, but to the parliament suite on the second floor of the castle.

  Her Napoleon Bonaparte sat waiting for her on the rococo-style sofa in the library. Behind him there is a tapestry with the theme of hunting wild boars. He looks calm and haggard, unlike a 30-year-old man.

   "You won." He pointed to the small table near her right. "Let's take a look. This is the draft of the peace talks."

  She was taken aback.

  The Amiens Agreement was signed in 1802, but it is not known when it was drafted.

  It seems that the business group that came this time has a big mission, not just sending white swans and buying food.

   "Why don't you go to see?" He said softly.

  "Women do not participate in politics."

   "Then what are you here for?"

   "...peaceful," she said guiltyly.

  He sneered, stood up, poured himself a glass of water, with a calculated smile at the corner of his mouth.

  "Georgiana, what do you think are the conditions for peacekeeping?"

  "A heart that yearns for peace." She said something she didn't believe in.

"For some people in this world, there are only profitable wars and unprofitable peaces. If peace does not bring benefits, then they will not continue to maintain and tear up the contract. This is what you want. Peace?"

  At this time, she remembered the mainland blockade.

  "You like Venice, and I like it too. I plan to retire in a few years. How about you and I govern Venice together?"

"You are joking."

"I'm not kidding. Being in the first ruling power has lost my freedom and no joy. I want to stay at home with my wife and children. I'm tired." He stared at her and whispered, "You still want to I won't stop working until I die?"

On the surface, Napoleon was quite free, he could choose to move from one palace to another at will, but for soldiers who had been to the deserted desert and icy Siberia, this kind of "freedom" was nothing more than the choice of luxury by hereditary monarchs. The power of the cage is nothing.

  "Then I should leave you, you should be with Josephine..."

"Then you are no different from the women who are usually close to me. They are all conspiring. If so, why not be generous, Cecilia." He interrupted her. "For your motherland to gain an advantage in French diplomacy, Make unprofitable peace profitable, so that you can long for peace to last longer."

  She looked at this "Sultan".

  He seems to be serious.

   "I can't." She whispered, "I'm not great enough to sacrifice for the country."

  "Then you are just like a woman in Paris, acting arbitrarily!" He said angrily, "Are you playing games with me or are you serious?"

  She never thought about this problem.

  "I can give up the blockade of Britain, as long as you promise me."

  She felt like a pig being hunted at the moment, and Napoleon was the hunter.

  ‘Don’t forget your original purpose’.

  She seemed to hear Hathor's voice.

  She wants peace talks, and now the peace talks have really started, she seems to have no need to stay.

  It's time to go.

  "Your decision concerns the lives of tens of millions of people in two countries. You have to think carefully." Bonaparte said fiercely, and then he turned his back, as if he didn't want to see her.

   "Severus always said that I was stupid." She whispered, "I think I am really stupid."

   "I'm sorry for that person. If he wants to kill me, I won't hide. That would actually be easier." He said with a smile, "I can't bear you if you get so confused."

   "Do you want me to leave your life?"

   "No, I want you to stay and go to Venice to complete the unification of Italian trade with me."

   "You have many enemies."

   "I know, your husband is one of them." Napoleon touched his face. "I don't want to continue talking about this topic. Let's talk about others."

  He sat on the sofa again, then patted his thigh "Come here."

  She shook her head directly.

   "The Irish want me to support their riot." Napoleon said coldly, "If you want to see a scene like that..."

   "How do you threaten people!" She interrupted him again.

   "Because I only have this way!" He shouted angrily, "Come and sit down!"

  She immediately obediently and sat down on the lion’s lap.

  He glared at her angrily.

  This scene is not beautiful and romantic at all, let alone affectionate.

   "The Irish really want to riot?" she asked in a low voice.

   "At this time, I hope you are an ordinary woman and can talk about normal topics. How can you talk?"

   "That is how I happened to know your thoughts, and now I have no idea what you are thinking?"

   "I am a jealous husband now. I can't believe that I actually lost to someone who can't even coax a girl. He can pursue you by good luck."

   "You don't actually know how to coax." She smiled weirdly, thinking of his crappy but sincere love poems.

  "Aren't you happy today?" He said somewhat disappointed.

   "I am very happy, but I hope you can put these swans in the Tuileries pool for the public to appreciate. I don't like privileges."

"There are some beauty that I can share, such as the collection in the Louvre, but there are some that I want to exclusive." He gently stroked her cheek. "My dear Cecilia, tell me something sweet." ."

  She wants to say that she is not Cecilia Buff, the illegitimate daughter of a Venetian nobleman.

  But she is indeed an illegitimate daughter with unknown parents, and she does not want to be as eager to follow her own history as Credence, and then be used by Grindelwald.

  She looked at the "tyrant" in front of her and realized that he was like a desert traveler who was about to die of thirst at the moment. A kind-hearted person would give him a bowl of water to drink.

   "I want a girl with pearl earrings, but not the original. I want to copy it." She proudly said, "I want to hang it on the wall of the Louvre."

  "Can I ask why?" the lion said obediently.

  "Some of the paintings you collected are not good enough." She curled her lips and said, "Return them to the original owner, so that we can make room to hang the masterpiece."

   "Not beautiful enough?" He laughed weirdly "What do you know about art?"

  "Have you ever read Titian's "Eros in Heaven and Eros in the World", do you know what allusion it is?"

  He put his hand on her waist "I'm listening."

"You are not listening at all." She poked his head with her finger. "This painting not only depends on its picture, but also has to do with philosophy. The title of this painting is what Plato said in the meeting... …"

  He told her to talk in a whisper, while he listened quietly.

  When she felt that she did prove to him that she “knows” art, she took a sip of water from his cup.

  "Do you like Venice because of Titian?"

"He's speaking for a woman." She leaned her head on the shoulder of another man. "You can understand me, but Severus took me to Venice, although he planned to go there because it was sinking. Up."

   "I will not change the law." He said coldly, "Mura also told me that the divorce clause in the law should be cancelled. I told him that even if Naples returns to Italy, I cannot agree to it."

  "How did you know that I wanted you to change the law?"

  "You have been protesting since the first meeting. This nation is like a dish of loose sand and needs a solid foundation like granite..."

  She shut him up with a kiss.

   "Sultan." She whispered, "Do you want to see Cecilia dancing?"

   "You can belly dance... 嗷." He covered his beaten face, his face full of inexplicability.

   "You are in Egypt... stinky man." She gritted her teeth and said.

  It’s definitely inevitable to socialize outside. This happens when socializing. She would never go belly dancing until she died.

   "Then what dance are you going to show me?" He asked her hand improperly.

  She thought of the Sith Bell, and wondered if she could use it to drive the devil away.

   "I promise that I will be gentle with England while safeguarding the interests of France." He whispered, "It all depends on how you treat me."

   "History is not like this." She said cryingly.

   "Go to his history, this is a dream." He began to unbutton his clothes.

   "Josephine is here, you and me go outside." She said immediately.

   "She led that person into my house!" Napoleon said coldly, "I gave her respect, why didn't she give me respect?"

   "I think it was because she was dazzled by love at the time, so she didn't think carefully, just like you are now." She said calmly, "And I'm not the kind of maid who climbs the lord's bed..."

   "Did you miss anything?" He said coldly, "The sober people are the most absurd."

   "I am not your tool for revenge against her." She stood up, but was caught by her hand.

   "Jealous?" he said with a smile.

   "Let go of me!" She tried to break free.

  He was intoxicated as if he were enjoying.

   "I will not leave, my child must be born in my bed."

  Cecilia was not born in the main house, she will always be an illegitimate daughter.

  But the father of the world's first female college student, Battista Cornaro let all his children be born in the palace of Venice, even if he did not marry his humble wife at the time.

  The difference between a legitimate child and an illegitimate child is not actually a legal marriage procedure.

   "I find that in addition to being talented, I also like responsible men." She said sadly, "Then let them do irresponsible things."

  "You are very self-aware." He smiled and said, "From tomorrow you don't sleep in the servant's house. You will sleep on the second floor."

   "I chose there because it is close to the kitchen..."

   "We have all served the public like servants, and now I want to enjoy life." He stood up, took her to the next bedroom.

  It was a bedroom full of Rococo style. It was painted white, with Cupid patterns on the mirrors and windows, and there were four animals in the corners of the room.

  "This used to belong to the Countess of Toulouse, do you like it?"

  She stared at the zodiac sign on the door lintel in a daze.

   "My countess, what are you thinking?" He said affectionately in her ear.

  "Do you remember the Bell Tower in Venice? There is also the sign of the Zodiac." She said stupidly, "I thought the Zodiac turned upside down."

  "Why do you think that?" He asked inexplicably, and there seemed to be questions that "geniuses" could not understand.

"Renaissance, back in time." She said shyly. "Glass was actually made very pure in the Greek era. Later, the craftsmanship was lost and only colored glass was made. The Venetians continued to improve in order to reproduce the transparent glass. Then Galileo can make a telescope out of transparent glass."

  He let out a long sigh of relief, was facing her, and kissed her forehead softly.

   "I understand why he desperately wants you." He said softly, "I really want to be like him."

   "You are not the same person as him." Georgiana said, "He can separate the world from love. You can't do it. You need balance."

   "I don't need the world now." He pulled her into the room, and then closed the door.

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   "What we are visiting now is Madame Toulouse's bedroom. The four animals decorated in the four corners of the room represent the four continents discovered at that time..."

  Gonsei de Leroy absent-mindedly listened to the tour guide with other tourists.

  He stared at the mirror on the wall, as if he wanted to find a different side, and then find the entrance to another world.

  The parliament suite is very luxurious. After the death of the Earl of Toulouse, the castle passed to his only son, and the duke devoted a lot of time to beautify it.

   "You already have so many, why do you even grab what others have." Gong Saiyi said uneasily, and then followed the others to move to the next room.

  (End of this chapter)