Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 1286: Another scene

Chapter 1286 Another scene

Even though she has been to Italy, Georgiana still doesn’t know those military maps.

They were spread flat on the floor of the library, and stepping on it was like stepping on real Italian land. She was not familiar with the people on that land. She only remembered the loose queues, pickpockets and fragility when they lined up. Of the army.

The Italians and the French are completely different, although they are only separated by the Alps.

Just as she looked at the map under her feet, the door of the suite opened, and Lord Bonaparte stared at her with a sullen face.

"Give me the map." He reached out to her, looking like a beggar.

"Aren’t you going to Josephine tonight for ‘balance’?"

"I don't want to discuss this topic with you now." He said coldly.

"You may have some misunderstanding, thinking that I am jealous. Is it possible that the abduction of the Pope’s envoy was done by an Italian?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why do you think so?"

"As long as it makes you sad, they will do it."

"Ha." He smiled sarcastically.

"I know an Italian who wants to avenge a family. He doesn't care who he killed. As long as it is from that family, he will do it even if it is a woman. Sometimes people do things without consideration, you can’t use it. Normal people’s logic to think about their ideas."

He stared at her without speaking.

"Those guys who love duels are not all for normal reasons, but they may also be for the limelight. Kidnapping the Pope's envoy is not a trivial matter. Have you controlled the newspaper?"

"I can't believe it." Leon said lazily, "I need a woman to remind you of this kind of thing."

"If you think I am nosy..."

"I'll let Fouché take care of it later, you continue."

"This is a kidnapping, not an assassination. They need to survive. Are you negotiating with the church?"

"The last assassination, the real culprit was the three priests, not the Jacobins." Leon said slowly, "I planted and blamed them."

"Because it's hard to find excuses for dealing with one's benefactor? Are there many excuses for dealing with royalists?"

"I don't want to discuss with you who the murderer is. There are already many people checking, come here." He waved to her.

She jumped over the map immediately and walked to his side.

He held her waist and looked into her eyes, "You are so beautiful, so beautiful that someone will sin for you."

"I hope you can value my mind more."

"tell me why?"

"What?" she said stupidly.

"Why do you always pick up the dregs that others don't want? That poet is the most inconspicuous person among today's guests."

"A man's looks are the most unreliable. I value quality more." She held his face. "Tell me a little bit about what you did in Egypt. Don't talk about the sins. Look for the ones you think will make you." Something better."

He rubbed his face against the palm of her hand, "Don’t worry, I feel better."

"Are you tired, do you want to take a break?"

He hesitated, "Can you sleep on your lap like last time?"

"of course."

She sat down generously so that he could lie down on his lap, which used to be Severus’ exclusive position.

He lay on the map of Italy and sighed long.

"Actually, Caprara's kidnapping is still good news." He suddenly said, "It will be a taboo to change the negotiator midway, and Conselvi can continue to talk to us about the academic appointment."

"Look, good news." She smiled lightly, her fingers wrapped around his hair.

"Caprara is here to talk about the agreement. I don't know which party will benefit from the suspension of the agreement."

"A profitable war... how about the Americans?" She said, "They can sell arms to multiple parties."

"I just told you that I didn't want to talk about the murderer." He said angrily.

"You said just now that you didn't know which party would benefit from discontinuing the agreement?" She also glared at him.

"Why do you remember asking for a map from Berthier today?"

"Take them all, I can't understand your military map." She patted his brain door, "I knew it was for civilian use."

"What do you want to see?"

"Italy’s unification of trade requires smooth traffic. How about building a bridge from the mainland to Venice?"

He adjusted his sleeping posture and looked at her face, "If it was you, how would you manage Italy?"

She shook her head, and the pearl earrings on her earlobes shook slightly.

"Then how do you mention road construction?"

"Rome." She said softly, "All roads lead to Rome, but Rome will no longer be the center of the Roman Empire."

He let out a long sigh of relief, "My baby Isis, you can really say it nicely."

"I am not Cleopatra anymore?"

"She is a mortal woman." He reached out his hand and touched her face. "You are a goddess with the same beauty as your heart."

"What if I'm not beautiful?" She said painfully, "I think I can make a man love him with nothing."

He stared at her without answering.

"Thank you for not lying." She said coldly, "You men can never overcome the barrier of external beauty."

"I don't think I can be interested in the wife of the Prince of Wales." Napoleon said, "Fatty is second."

"After this banquet, there will be foreign love. Have you ever wondered how the wedding of Protestants and Catholics will be held?"

He smiled triumphantly, "Do you want to have a wedding with me?"

"It's not me, which witch have you ever seen married in a church?"

"Then what ceremony does your witch get married?"

She regretted starting this topic.

"The Prince of Wales also found a woman older than him." Napoleon sneered and said, "Men of our time like brother and sister love."

"You and Josephine are siblings, and we are mother and son." She pointed to her nose, "Don't look at me so young, I and your mother are the same age."

"Hug me, Georgiana." He pleaded, "Like the Virgin of the Piet."

"I am not Maria."

"When we were in Egypt, there were a lot of wounded soldiers. Before we left Tantura, the medical officer told me that wounded soldiers who could retreat on foot could not take another stop. I immediately got off the horse, and other cavalry officers also Followed up. A wounded grenadier was afraid to get on my horse because it would stain my saddle. I said to him, "Come on, there is nothing more beautiful for a warrior." The wounded soldier climbed to another horse. Immediately, until all the wounded soldiers are on their horses, and no one rides on my horse, this is what I think is the cuteness of people in the army." He squeezed her hand. "The quartermaster doesn’t know where the courage came from, commander-in-chief. He dared to ride a great horse. This is what I hate merchants."

"I am not your horse." She said very tired.

"What I hate the most is the murderer. I love kind, gentle, and gentle women. My soldiers also like you. Are you not afraid of them at all?"

"I don't think there is any need for a few staff officers to be afraid." She carefully recalled the few male soldiers she saw, and they looked quite gentle.

"You said you are a herbal medicine teacher, what is your favorite flower?"

She first thought of the moon dew flower she wore at her wedding, but this kind of flower Muggle definitely can't get it.

"I don't have a favorite flower." She whispered, "I like all flowers."

"You lied." He accused, "Is your favorite flower related to him?"

"That's right." She confessed with a stubborn neck.

She originally thought he would be angry, but he was calm.

"He is a lucky man." Bonaparte said, "Unfortunately, luck cannot let him protect you. If there is a kind of love that can't make you work hard, it's better not to love."

She thought of those decadent days and nights, but in fact, she herself enjoyed it too.

"There are many people who oppose me being soft to Britain. They think you have influenced me." Napoleon said, "Greatness and absurdity are only one step away. I want to take care of those soldiers. Louis XIV has Les Invalides. I don't want them to live on the streets Rely on begging for a living. Life used to force me to bow my head, but I will never succumb to it. I only succumb to you. Please have mercy on me, love me, and let me fight with strength."

"I don't deserve it." She said in fear.

"Do it well and be compassionate." The majestic general pleaded with her.

"Do you think that, like those little prodigal sons, I will agree to everything if I beg you?" She hurriedly pressed her shawl tightly.

"Just hug me." He said painfully.

She hesitated and hugged the Corsican dwarf.

"I planned a new city." Napoleon whispered, "Specially to accommodate those who have nowhere to go after retirement. They have seen blood and can no longer live with ordinary people."

"I heard in the country that the girls wanted to find someone to marry, but they couldn't find anyone." She whispered, "How about letting the men who wander around in the city go back to the country to marry wives and have children?"

"Do you think those village girls are their opponents?" Napoleon asked.

The aftereffects of the battlefield and domestic violence, this kind of marriage sounds really "happy and perfect."

"Have you killed anyone, Leon?"

"I have killed, I have been the leader in several battles."

She looked at this gentle little man, he was not at all the kind of person who could kill.

"Why are you okay?"

"Because I am a general."

She was puzzled by this answer.

"Kiss me, Georgiana."

"You just said that it was just a hug."

But Leon still took the opportunity to kiss her.

This kiss is very gentle, like first love, pure and without any impurities, it is really just a kiss.

"I'm going to work." After the kiss was over, Leon said to her after a while.

"Be careful with your body." She said habitually, but he was very happy, and he jumped up vigorously.

"I will show you the information later..."

"No, I don't work." She immediately refused, "It's rare for me to hook up with a rich man like you, why should I still work?"

He was stunned.

Georgiana leaned forward with a smile.

It is easy for Animagus to change from a human to an animal, but it is difficult to change from an animal to a human. The short man in front of him is a successful shapeshifter.

"You are so beautiful, Leon." She exclaimed, "You are the most beautiful lion I have ever seen."

"Let’s get married, can you tell me what your real name is?"

"No, Leon, Pomona cannot marry two men."

His eyes flashed with soft water, "Goddess of Fruit Tree?"

"A nice name, right? I dare say that the person who gave me this name is a genius."

He licked his lips, "You are like juicy and delicious fruit..."

"Get out!" she said coldly.

"Yes." The general said with a smirk, but when he left the suite, he burst into laughter.

Not long after he left, Sophie poked her head in.

"Come and help collect the drawings." She ordered the girl.

"You are a real god!" Sophie held out her thumb to her.

She has no psychology to worship the little girl.