Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1336 Marryme (1)

  Even in the 21st century, royal weddings still need dress rehearsals, and canal opening celebrations also need dress rehearsals. Just as Lucien said, Napoleone likes big scenes, and maybe all the 50,000 soldiers stationed in Paris are dispatched.

  "The French Times" is a conservative newspaper. Genoud has been the editor of the main royal newspaper all year round, but he is not an absolute monarchist supporter of the Bourbon royal family.

Godin, who loves to write scripts, published an article in the French Times. On April 11, 1764, 130 merchant ships loaded with grain set up anchor from Chesapeake and sailed towards the French port. The British navy was ordered to intercept them and the French fleet. Then go to protect them. After a fierce naval battle, the French Vange was sinking because of a shot. It issued a distress signal. A British ship approached and rescued 400 of the 723 sailors.

  These survivors who had no casualties stood on the mast and shouted "Long live the Republic" as the battleship sank. On August 29, 1801, France purchased 50,000 quintals of grain from the Netherlands. The Royal Navy also evaded the blockade, allowing these merchant ships to arrive at French ports full of grain.

  Knight wars do not harm civilians. The tighter the anchor and the anchor, the less they will fire each other.

  Humanity in war is often the shining point of human nature. The peaceful atmosphere makes the cavalry wearing beautiful uniforms lack the killing temperament, and more like a gorgeous guard of honor. Even the artillery salute sounds less scary.

  No matter how the congressmen objected, the rehearsal started. Even the gendarmes and police officers also had dresses to wear.

  It was Davu who escorted Georgianna, and he took two columns of hussars to clear the way for Georgianna's carriage.

  Georgina is not sitting alone in the carriage, and Carolan, who is dressed like a bridesmaid, is looking at the crowd outside the car window, not knowing what she is thinking.

  Georgiana looked at her white linen dress. In fact, not only the purple robe is the most beautiful shroud, but linen can also be used as a material for shrouds and bandages.

  Only the threat of death can make her sober in this dizzying scene.

   "Can't you behave like a normal bride?" Caroland said listlessly.

"what?"

  "Smile." Caroland smirked and said, "The citizens want to see a happy smiling bride."

  Her logic stopped.

  "French people want to see English women smile?"

  "You are not the kind of British woman with cold blood."

   "Why? Because I don't look as pale as a ghost?"

  Carolan ignored her and looked out the window again.

  Georgiana was nervous on her own.

   "If your husband comes to pick you up, will you go with him?" Caroland asked.

   "No." She said categorically.

   "Why?"

   "Leon will be very angry." She trembled.

  She thought of Attila, and now he was upset. The wedding was the only thing that made him happy and restrained. If he loses his “decency” in public again, God knows what he will do.

  People in this world are not really alive, nor are they really dead. What she worries about is that a warm-hearted person will become more and more cold-blooded because of emotional injury, and even the tears of a woman will keep him unmoved.

  He understood this very well, and Mr. Jenner changed his original intention because of her tears, and took part in the celebration of the French victory over the Portuguese, or the Portuguese supported by the British army, in a carriage with her.

  It's useless to beg him. The solution to the problem is more useful to him than begging.

   "You do make men lose their minds for you, mixed-blood Veeva." Caroland smiled and said, "Do you know that your Leon is looking for a wizard to fight for him?"

"what?"

"Our previous fields, castles, and vineyards have all been auctioned off. As long as you win your husband, these things we owned before will be returned to us." Caroland said, "and he also promised to give it to the family at Lachaise Cemetery. Leave a luxurious cemetery."

  Georgiana opened her eyes wide.

"The cemetery is full enough to put the bones into the previous quarry mine. Anyway, three families are already planning to fight, including Lestrange." Caroland said, "Privileges are still good, right? "

"do not talk!"

   "Sure enough, I feel better seeing you like this." Carolan breathed a sigh of relief, "I will feel very painful if you are too perfect and happy."

   "I feel terrible." She said, clutching her chest.

   "Someone cursed you?"

   "No, it's something else..." she said, covering her head.

  Gradually, the carriage drove into the dock, and it stopped on the red carpet.

  The rehearsal does not need to be very formal, but there will still be some. There is a Venetian warship on the Seine, and a military band plays on board.

  There are many white roses on the dock, as well as blue and red ribbons. The generals and dignitaries are all standing on the platform on the dock, waiting for the arrival of the "bride".

  Napoleon was not dressed like a groom at the moment, he was still in a cavalry uniform, with a sword tied to a regency pomp on his waist, and smiled when he saw Georgiana’s carriage arrive safely.

  He walked over in person, as if intending to open the car door for Georgiana.

  At this moment, there was a rush of hoofs from behind the carriage.

   "For the Republic, kill the tyrant!"

  She heard a man yelling, and then she saw a group of cavalry rushing towards the dwarf on their horses.

  The hussar did not accompany the spear, but had a saber. As the sword was unsheathed, her eyes were full of cold light.

  Napoleon rolled toward the ground in an embarrassing manner, avoiding a sword that was slashed at his head, but it was precisely because of this that he fell under the footsteps of horseshoes.

  General Dawu immediately strangled his horse and rushed to the front, entangled with the assassins.

   "Open the door." Georgiana said to Caroland, and Caroland did.

  Georgiana did not get out of the car. She was waiting for Napoleon to get out of the chaos. The advantage of being short and thin was flexibility. When it came to life and death, he would not pay attention to "decency".

She inexplicably thought of the boy in the military academy who was hiding under a tree on a rainy day, the captain who drove in front of him in a two-wheeled carriage, and her naive fantasy that if she stopped the carriage For a while, what would the boy who is arrogant and unconfident in front of a girl react like?

  The war will inevitably bleed. She smelled the smell of blood, but she was not messed up at all and did not plan to go out to help. Albus’s sister wanted to help, but became more and more chaotic, and finally died in the melee.

  There is such a "perfect hero". He loves war and hates death. He loves love and can control women. He loves power and despise willfulness. He loves life and dares to die.

  Of course such a hero does not exist.

Her heart was pounding, waiting for him to be killed from the battle group, and then pulling him, but what she did not expect was that the door behind her was opened, and Bonaparte jumped into the car with a face of uncertainty. , The whole body is blood and mud.

  "Go!" Carolan shouted at the coachman.

"No, you are not allowed to go!" Georgina shouted again. She grabbed his trembling hand, looked into his eyes, and said in an almost bewildering tone, "Leon, I think this is destiny. It shows us. When it comes to the script, do you want the assassins to be **** and taken away, or do you want them to be taken away with dignity like Charlotte."

  He looked at her in horror at first.

  Later, he slowly lowered his head, seeming to be lost in thought.

   "I will follow you wherever you go." Georgiana said.

  He stared at her for a while, then he held her face and kissed her enthusiastically. He soon recovered his composure and jumped out of the car.

   "Don't kill them!" he shouted.

"Yes!"

  The guarding infantry around the dock shouted, and the commander formed a team to separate the cavalry and the dwarf general.

  The situation was quickly brought under control, and the cavalry who had conspired to be pulled off the horse and pushed to the ground.

  "The Republic is a place where the rule of law is emphasized. Do you think you can control your mind with the sword in your hand?"

   "Don't you remember me?" an assassin said to Bonaparte.

   "I have a good memory, Guérande." Bonaparte said calmly. "What you are doing right now is why so many people recommend you to me, but I don't need you."

  The assassin laughed. "You are so funny, Pawnee."

   "You should actually wait two more days for the formal ceremony to be more dramatic."

   "I'm not you, messing up a lady's wedding." Guérande spit, "It's ugly for you to appear in this place."

   "Take him away." Bonaparte said, "He is wearing the uniform of a hussar. You should respect that uniform. Don't be rude to him like you treat thieves and robbers."

  The soldiers walked away with the living assassins as he said and gave the masterminds dignity. There were still a few corpses on the ground.

  Davu got off the horse and walked to the side of "His Majesty the Emperor." Napoleon briefly confessed a sentence or two, and then re-ride the carriage.

  At the moment the car door closed, he was limp, sitting in an ugly posture, as if his strength was gone.

  "Are you allowed to go?" Caroland asked Georgiana.

   "Go," she said, holding Leon in her arms.

  "How is my performance?" He said with a smile.

   "You are a crappy actor." She also said with a smile, "but you did a good job, brave lion."

  (End of this chapter)