Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1359 Sagae

  Napoleon’s wedding ring is a gold ring inlaid with two gems. One of the two gems is a pear-shaped diamond and the other is a sapphire, set side by side in opposite directions.

  Compared with the Prince Regent diamond on his sword hilt, these two diamonds are really too small, but she still thinks they are extremely dazzling.

   "Do you like it?" he asked with a happily smile.

Now Georgiana has a sword in her hand. He cut the King Regent diamond into two pieces, one is still inlaid on his sword, and the other is inlaid on the sword he gave her, but her sword is inlaid Pattern of roses.

  Whether it is to give a girl a sword or a "rose", this is a stupid choice, but she still smiles at him.

  "Don't you like it?" he asked keenly.

  What should she say now?

  Reappeared when Napolioni "Pig".

   "I prefer sapphires." She said coldly, "and I don't like your wedding ring."

  He gave a weird smile.

   "What are you laughing at?" she asked angrily.

   "Otans agreed, she will vaccinate with you on Halloween." He said in an almost frivolous tone.

  Halloween in 1801 is November 1, and she always feels that something happens every Halloween.

   "Untie my fetters." She put down the gorgeous sword.

   "No." He still shook his head.

   "Now is not the time to play."

  He sat down on the sofa in the suite.

   "I asked other people, you are a powerful wizard, they can't block cannonballs like you."

   "I can block a six-pound shell, but I can't block a larger shell." She said honestly.

   "I will use such a powerful force at a critical moment. You must keep a secret until then."

   "Excuse!" She immediately accused.

   "Whatever you think." He lay on the couch, arrogantly commanding "Come here."

  The short-legged cat ran over and ran onto the couch.

  It was only then that she realized that she was more obedient like a pet.

  "What do you think of Mrs. Remicar?" He teased the cat's jaw and asked casually.

  After the dinner cooperation, Georgiana admitted that the young woman is really cute, but she lacks a kind of vitality, feels half-life and unhappy.

  "Are you still doubting my relationship with her?" He smiled and asked as if he had encountered an interesting event.

  She was so angry that she picked up a small sculpture on the table and threw him away.

   "Like Lucien, you can pull out your sword and face me. Then you swear that if I dare to threaten France's freedom, you will pierce me with your sword."

  "French freedom has nothing to do with me." The British woman said coldly.

   "You can say that I am not allowed to betray you. You said you can't do Medea, but you can kill Jason." He pointed to his chest, "Kill me with the sword I gave you."

   "Do you think I dare not?"

   "Then do you think Lucien will kill me?" He smiled, his eyes narrowed.

  She stamped her feet with anger and turned to leave.

  "Enjoying a woman is not just enjoying her body, but also the pleasure she brings." Napolioni said behind her, "Even if your husband wants to kill me someday, I will admit it."

  She stopped at the door.

"Those poems I wrote before were all lies, including the phrase'I love you to the extreme', but at that time I really couldn't imagine that the white-hot fire would give out even greater brilliance." Leon Low Chanting Shakespeare's poems "I can't say,'Now I love you to the extreme'. When I get rid of my doubts and am full of confidence, why do I still feel that the future is not in the future, and I only control the present?"

  She went back to the reclining chair, and he gave up a little position, so she squeezed beside him and fell asleep with his arm pillowed.

   "The camp bed is so wide," he said.

  "Do you still want me to accompany you on the expedition?"

   "Josephine also accompanied me to Italy."

   "Don't try to irritate me." She pointed to his ancient Greek nose.

  "Tell me what are you afraid of?" He held her hand with his wedding ring hand.

  But there is only her shadow in his eyes.

  "Do you know who I feel most sympathetic to in the September incident?" She whispered taboo words, "It is Princess Lambala, death is not terrible, what I am afraid of is what happened to her before her death."

  He was silent.

   "At the ice store that day, I heard the calls of those women. I was like in hell. If I didn't go to church, I thought I would definitely not fall asleep."

   "So you reacted so fiercely at the riverside that day?" He asked suddenly.

   "I told you that I didn't feel raped. You shouldn't think of me badly when I am wearing a nun's clothes."

  He grinned in confusion.

   "Bad thing!" She tore his uniform vigorously. "You made me Josephine. He worked so hard for me, but I was entangled with the little prodigal!"

  He let her grab and pull at will.

  After a while, she felt very boring, so she stopped grabbing his clothes.

  "Victory can make Josephine happy. I hope she can be happy." He said softly, "Since you choose the truth, you should face it."

   "That won't work." She shook her head firmly, "That will break me to pieces."

   "Then tell me what makes you happy." He said pleadingly.

  "I used to think that you returned from Egypt to France to seize power. Now I know that you are rushing back to save the country. I hope you can keep that way."

  "The Egyptian Antiquities Department asked me to ask you, how do you know stories about Egypt?"

  She wanted to say that she saw it from the church library, but with those academic curiosities, they would search for even thousands of tons of books.

   "Because I am a wizard."

   "I know some wizards, they are different from you." He closed his eyes and smelled her like a wine tasting.

   "I'm a kind of fortuneteller." She smiled weirdly. "Homer used to call people like me sagae in the book."

  He opened his eyes and stared at her.

  "This word refers to an old woman with a keen sense." She pointed to her nose, "I'm old enough to be your mother!"

  "Tell me some of your shortcomings, so that I can feel that you are real." He said painfully.

  "Do you think this is a dream too?" she asked back.

   "Do you want to wake up?"

   "I don't want to." She whispered, "I will see Severus when I wake up. Seeing you treat Josephine this way now, I thought he would treat me that way."

   "What do you want me to do?" he said coldly.

   "Make her happy."

   "Even if my way to make her happy is to win?"

   "I believe that some wars are unavoidable. I love peace, but I don't escape war."

  He doesn't have any expressions.

   "I said something stupid?"

   "I have begun to sympathize with that guy." Napolioni said coldly, "If you are a woman who loves gems, it's easier to deal with."

  She beat him.

  "How can I prepare Christmas gifts for you like this."

  She laughed, and before the 30-year-old antique became angry, she narrowed her smile "Do you like surprises?"

  "If it was the birthday present I received last time, forget it."

   "I plan to give you this book. You like Gao Naiyi, Gao Nayi likes Cicero, so I found the original Latin written by him in the church library, and I plan to send it to you after the translation."

  He stroked her waist and smiled contentedly.

  "How about you also give me a book I like?"

   "I may not have time."

  "Aren't you so many people?"

   "There are things I want to do myself." He turned over and pressed it over. This action reminded her of the pharaoh in her dream, Nefertari's husband Ramses II.

  She can use the Sith Bell to drive away that illusion. What should I use to drive this away?

  "Don't stay here..."

   "Why?" He asked hard.

  She wanted to make excuses.

   "You said that adultery will happen on any convenient sofa."

   "What kind of adultery would be like us?"

  She still wants to make excuses.

   "If you are really neutral, you should let me do what he has done." He warned, "What else do you hide?"

  She was panicked.

   "Do you want to ask me how did I know?" He asked as if he had a mind reading skill.

  "Every time, as long as it is related to him, you have that kind of expression." He said gloomily and angry, "Why do you still think of someone who doesn't love you at all?"

   "He loves me." She cried.

   "That's what you think so!" He grabbed her shoulders "Look at what I did to do it, can he do it?"

  She burst into tears.

  He didn't move until she stopped crying.

"I am not liked by people, as dry as a piece of paper. Fortunately, you are a person who loves to read." He said softly. Very happy, I need you to swear, don’t go with him just because he says a word, you let me fight him, and you will go after we divide the victory."

   "You are not his opponent."

   "You let me think about it." He kissed her. "I look forward to your Christmas present."

   Then he got up and left.

  Without the warm ghost, the surroundings became colder, and she didn't know how to follow it for a while.

   "Let's go back to the greenhouse next month." He tugged at his rumpled uniform "I don't want to stay in Paris anymore."

   "Okay." She answered meekly.

  "In the past few days, entertain British friends and accompany them to stroll around Paris."

  After the civil war, Paris is actually very dilapidated, not as good as London, and I don’t know how he was embarrassed to let foreigners visit.

  But she still agreed.

  So he left happily, like a general returning home in triumph.

  Although it is indeed true.

  (End of this chapter)