Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1340 marryme (five)

  The Louvre has two libraries.

  A mirror gallery built by Louis XIV. It used to be the secret room of Louis XIV's bedroom. Since 1722, it has been used as a conference room of the Royal French Academy of Painting and Engraving, and then it has become the library of the Academy.

  The other is located near the Marley Atrium.

  No matter how close she is to the people, it is impossible to go to sleep in public places like the school library.

The second floor of the library at the atrium is now used as an office area. The offices of the Ancient Greek and Egyptian Antiquities Department and the Art Committee are here. After passing through the art exhibition area, you will reach a double-part staircase. Follow the double-part staircase. You can reach the library, where the thousands of tons of books that Napoleon looted from the church are all placed there.

  Other people’s wedding night will never be like theirs, but the groundbreaking ceremony is not a wedding, so she can only comfort herself and watch. This is the punishment for abandoning her legal husband, but choosing to be rich and powerful, and young enough to be her son's young concubine.

  She wants to sleep. Today is a turbulent day for her. Let me explain that she will meet two big people. She wants to keep vigorous energy and a clear head. So she unceremoniously occupied the office of the ancient Greek antiquities department.

  Matilda is Sophie’s former classmate and an old nobleman. The former aristocratic lady is now very familiar with the work of getting up and making the bed. The Revolution has changed the fate of many people. In the past, women from the Bonaparte family had also worked as a washermaid.

   "Georgina, someone is looking for you." Caroland said to her in an "equality" tone.

"Who?"

   "Can you find more maids." Caroland said impatiently.

   "Who is looking for me?"

  "He is waiting for you in the meeting room."

"this late……"

   Without waiting for her to finish, Carolan left directly.

   "Miss Lestrange thought we would live in Tuileries Palace." Matilda said softly, "I will give her a bedroom later."

   "What a wayward lady." Georgiana said angrily, put down the quilt in her hand, and went to the meeting room to meet the guests.

  When she came to the large conference room, the cavalry supervisor Davu was walking around in the conference room, and two soldiers stood upright beside him.

   "What's the matter with you so late?"

   "Please forgive me for taking the liberty." Davu bowed to Georgianna, and then waved his hand. The two soldiers strode over and set her up on the left and the other.

   "What are you doing?! Let go of me!"

  No one cares about her at all.

   "Carolan!" she yelled.

  This time her irresponsible bodyguard finally appeared, and she stood in front of the men.

   "Where do you take her?"

  "How can we separate the bride and groom on the wedding night." Davout said to Carolan, "I will send my wife to see the general."

  Caroland flashed aside, letting out the door.

   "I wish you a pleasant evening." Caroland waved behind her, said without sympathy, and then Georgian was kidnapped and taken away from the Louvre.

Davu prepared a carriage for her, with cavalry waiting at the front and back. After Georgiana was forced into the carriage, the coachman immediately let the horse run, and their team was driving in the dark after the curfew. on the street.

The    city defense team seemed to have been greeted in advance, and opened the gates all the way to let them go. They soon left the city of Paris and drove to the outskirts.

  Georgiana felt that she was not like a bride at the moment, but rather like a packaged gift, which was used by Dawu to please her superiors.

  Who made him make mistakes.

  If Napoleon did not react quickly by himself today, he might have been successfully assassinated, and he would become the second Caesar.

  Georgiana really didn’t think that she could remain sober and calm at this time. She took out the cold letter, where is it like a newlywed husband wrote to his wife?

  She can't think of how to reply to the letter properly, maybe it would be better to take this opportunity to meet in person.

She lay directly on the sofa of the carriage, thinking that they would call her when she got there. On the swaying carriage, she remembered the scene when she was taken to Paris from the country last time. The one who came to pick her up was a serious-looking middle-aged man.

  When she reached the canal, she refused to get out of the car, and Bonaparte did not fail to step forward and open the door. As a result, the middle-aged man opened the door for her and asked her to get off.

  That day Napoleon wore that famous gray coat and a cocked hat on his head, which looked a lot like a character in a movie.

  Hator only reminded her to be careful of the sofa, but did not remind her to be careful of the canal. Besides, he looked very decent at the time. Although he was actually younger than her, he was more like a brother. When she walked on the stone pier by the canal, in order to avoid her falling, he kept holding her hand, as if protecting her.

  If the next thing does not happen, she actually liked that date very much.

When she slept half-dream and half-awake, she was suddenly pulled up. Before she could realize what was going on, she was covered by something with her head in her head. In the dark, she felt like she was rising into the sky, like being People are up.

  She was so shocked that she lost her ability to think, she forgot to scream, she could only hear the crisp sound of boots stepping on the marble floor.

  About a minute or two later, she heard a knock on the door, and then she heard Napolioni lazily say "come in", and the door was opened.

  She was put on the ground, and then the cloak covering her head was uncovered, and a bit of her hair was shaved off. Napoleon, with her hair fringed, was looking at her in surprise.

  He is wearing a white shirt and his uniform is casually draped over his shoulders. The stove in the study is very hot, and a short-footed stray cat is napping by the stove.

   "Wish you two have a nice evening." Dawu bowed humbly, then took his soldiers out of Napoleon's suite, and closed the door easily.

"Lucien once suggested that I be wrapped in a blanket and they sent me to you." After looking at each other for a while, Georgiana said coldly, "I think it was Davu’s temporary intention. How deep is Caesar's poison?"

   "Come here." He stretched out his hands towards her, and she passed obediently, and he let her sit on his lap while she leaned her head on his shoulder.

   "Did you really ask Godin to send a message just now?" she asked after enjoying a moment of tranquility.

   "You mean Poitvin?"

   "Otherwise you thought it was the Minister of Finance?"

   "What did he say?"

   "I love you." She said in a non-sentimental style, with no ups and downs at all.

   "Did he tell you?"

   "It's Sophie, my maid."

  He laughed.

   "I told her that unless Godin proposes to marry him, she is not allowed to sleep with him." Georgiana said in a cold tone, "the young girl now."

   "I heard you summoned Carnot?"

   "That's right."

   "What did you tell him?"

"It's about to sow soon. I want to loan to the farmers to resume farming, otherwise it will affect the harvest next year, and the horses that I use to cultivate the land. You next order the people in the mine to pay them back. give me."

   "I can't believe it, this kind of thing needs a woman to remind me."

   "Carnot said that he would set up an agricultural company and raise 1.2 billion yuan."

   "This is his usual style." Napoleon said coldly, "Win with a large amount."

"you're not feeling OK?"

  He did not speak.

   "Do you think Caesar is dead, can you really save the Republic?" he said after a moment.

   "Are you still scared?"

  "They use swords, not daggers." He answered inexplicably and said, "And they attacked from the front, not from behind."

   "You mean your old classmate?"

"Caesar wore a fuchsia robe with golden embroidery that day, just like my short cloak." He held her waist with both hands. "You remind me to be careful. I must wear a sword. I listened. Yours, Caesar didn’t listen to that fortuneteller, didn’t bring a sword, so he died and I’m still alive.”

   "Do you want to celebrate?"

"People who support the assassins feel that Caesar is abusing power and is the most evil of the people killed in history. These conspirators are liberators and use the "Twelve Bronze Table Act" clauses of'guilt for a reason.' The other Romans still supported Caesar, thinking that he was a great man, trying to protect all the Romans, but was murdered by people around him. Who do you think is right?"

   "Do you know how Socrates died?"

   "Yes, drink poisonous alcohol."

  She glared at him.

"I don't like reading novels, but you make me look like a character in a novel." He squeezed her ear affectionately. "Many people say that you are Cleopatra from England. Before Robes Peir said that since the revolution, there have been two rebellious parties in France, one pro-British, Prussian, and pro-Austrian. The two are combined to oppose the Republic. They will deal a great blow to the pro-British and Prussian parties. The party must destroy it."

   "Someone thinks you are pro-British?"

   "Do you think I look like a pro-British pie?"

  "Tell me first what you think of Robespierre."

  He stared into her eyes and smiled.

"what's so funny?"

  "The wedding gift between Josephine and I was a letter of commission from Ballas. You said that Josephine was my benefactor. Do you think I depended on her to become the commander?"

   "I don't know... I find I'm stupid." She said pitifully.

  He started to smell her body.

   "Talk to me." She said softly.

   "Be later." He said in a rustling voice, hugged her sideways, and walked towards the bedroom vigorously.

  (End of this chapter)