Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1326 "Little People"

  Georgiana fully understands the French arrangements.

  Whether it is watching her avoid her being with other men, or betraying the benefits of France to the British, she needs Madame Montesquieu's help to monitor.

  In fact, she has learned a lot with Madame Montesquieu. In a way, Madame Montesquieu represents Montesquieu himself.

She needs to do her best to maintain the dignity of her "husband" instead of letting him abuse his power or strength in order to give her a head. This will not only cause disputes, but will also make others look down on her, thinking that she is the kind of relying on someone to support her. A woman who just behaves.

  And she is more worried about the strong sense of insecurity than the issue of dignity. Ubral reminded her of the Jacobins, and then of the assassination on December 24, 1800. Hathor helped protect him last time. Who will protect him this time?

  The "prophecy" was because of historical data. The world now has nothing to do with "history". She was very afraid that her spoiler would make him die young like Caesar.

  Or worse, he became Anthony, betrayed the interests of "Rome" to "Egypt", and then he was killed by angry French and paraded.

  Anything is worse than being a prisoner. She believes that she can make his life in captivity very different, like a vacation, provided that he is "alive".

  Napoleon Bonaparte has been dead for 200 years. How could he still be alive?

   But the influence of Waterloo lasted into the 21st century, and even the closed wizarding world knew his name.

  She uncontrollably developed a kind of vanity. A little female teacher actually fooled around with the first ruling in France. She only needed a word to make the Royal Navy give way to the French merchant ships. Is this a dream or what?

  She didn't want this dream to end there, and now she became the people who had been ridiculed in dreams.

  In this famine year, as a leader, Bonaparte should not enjoy a sumptuous cuisine, but the tableware can still be luxurious.

  The time for lunch together was one of his few breaks in the day, and she shouldn’t have made him unhappy at this time.

  However, she chose truth instead of happiness. Although the truth is ugly and dirty, it doesn't have to be like Marie Antoinette, who is also the day when she awoke her head off. It is nothing to live in the Tuileries Palace, it is difficult to stay.

   "You should go back to Malmaison, Leon." She said in a calm tone, "Be careful of your'balance'."

   "I'll be there when the ceremony is over." He said in a very cold tone.

   "I have a terrible premonition." She tried to control her tone so as not to make him feel unhappy.

   "It has something to do with the necklace on your neck?" Leon smiled lightly, "I start to understand how he feels now."

   "It's dangerous... Do you remember what happened last Christmas?" She breathed quickly, "Otherwise we don't go."

  He put away his smile.

   "I want to go." He said stubbornly.

  She didn't say that she didn't want to go willfully, and asked him to accommodate her.

The invitations were all sent out. Not only people from the Bonaparte family, but also foreign envoys, government officials, and church members attended the ceremony. The ceremony was held at the D'orsay pier, and Duy was on the opposite side of the pier. Larry Palace.

  The construction of the Canal Saint-Martin on the Oulk River has begun, and he is the kind of person who does what he says.

   "Bring more guards." She said uncomfortably, "and bring the sword."

  He sighed, as if losing his appetite for dining, pushed away the chair and stood up.

  But he did not leave here, but walked to her side and hugged her head in his arms.

  "The wine bottle is already opened, and it must be dried. Be strong, princess."

   "You are so inspiring your soldiers?"

   "I tell them, 4000 years of history overlook you."

  "Should I help you manage the accounts?" She whispered, "Today, Louis and I talked a lot about how the ladies manage the housework."

   "I have a palace manager, and I like to check the accounts personally. This is my pleasure." He stroked her hair. "I am good at numbers. I know you don't like them."

  She burst into tears.

  She seems to have been in love with the dead.

   "Do you believe in fate?" he whispered.

   "I don't believe in fate." She cried and said, "I hate predictions!"

   "I am contrary to you. I believe in fate and don't believe in prophecies." Bonaparte said with a smile, "I used to think that I would eat the chicken after the prediction was finished."

   "What chicken?" She stopped crying.

   "Don't you all have to kill chickens for divination?"

   "No!" She said violently, "Who told you?"

   "I saw it with my own eyes." He said solemnly.

   "Are you making me laugh?"

   "Did you smile?"

  Now she is not sad anymore, wiped away her tears, and smiled at him.

   "You are like a rose with dewdrops." Bonaparte said in a poetic tone, "perfect."

  "Are you drunk without drinking?" At this moment, she remembered the question of Ubral, "I saw someone in the morning..."

   "I know, your maid told me." He said coldly, returned to his seat and sat down, angrily continued to eat the bread.

  At this time, he has no aristocratic temperament at all, and he looks like a rascal, but at any rate he sat down to eat, not like he used to treat dining as a task or a waste of time.

   "Leon, I don't want others to say that you abuse your power..."

   "I would rather be said to be abusing power." Bonaparte interrupted her irritably, "If it weren't for me, I still need him..."

  "Don't use eunuchs, the ancient Chinese emperors used eunuchs to cause much trouble." Georgian also interrupted him, "I would rather you fight with others than see the kind of men who are not men and women appear in front of me."

   "Duel?"

   "My husband will definitely look for you to a duel, are you scared?"

   "If I die, will you go with him? Continue living with him, as if nothing happened?" he asked.

  "You trouble-loving fellow." She said in a bit of pain, but couldn't figure out how to answer this question.

  "I am a Corsican, and the Corsican believes in vendetta. This is what you gave to me last time." Bonaparte said coldly, "What are the conditions you told Ubral?"

   "Let the British expel royalists and send me engineers." She also said coldly, "Your industry is terrible."

   "Nothing else?"

   "He said he made me be a princess. I didn't agree. I didn't want to be a bird in a cage." She angrily ate the bland bread "I want to eat meat!"

  "You can't eat with me if you eat meat." He said, "I want to eat Mediterranean fish. Can the British warship allow French fishing boats to fish in the deep sea?"

   "I will write to Ubral in a moment."

   "No, you can only write to me." He said arrogantly.

   "Then how do I contact him?"

  "How do I know this, aren't you very smart?"

  In a panic, she threw the bread in her hand at the bastard.

  He avoided.

  "Don't waste food, pick it up and eat it."

  She stood up and left the table.

  Only the nobles of Louis XV could drill the table under the table in order to rush to pick up the handkerchief for the king, and she would not do it.

   "Can I still eat it?"

  She only took two steps, and Bonaparte said right behind her, and then she really picked up the bread on the ground and ate it.

   "If you agree to go back, I will date you." She said, "Also, you really have to pay attention to safety."

   "Sit down and eat." He said tiredly, and Georgiana sat back in her original position to eat again.

  Facts have proved that even if there is a beautiful environment and no delicious food, French cuisine is still incomplete, just like the rich meal she once ate at Hugo’s house, but it was like a thief-like dinner.

  The good thing is that they danced after the meal, but this time she didn't want to dance anymore.

  Wait later, she is going to ask where the Louis Observatory is. The weather is good today and the stars should be shining in the evening. Such a gift should satisfy him.

  (End of this chapter)