Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1950 queenofair&darkness (two)

  When the wealthy people in the city held a masquerade at the art gallery, the people in the city were singing and dancing to the sound of bagpipes full of joy and enthusiasm, which reminded her of the third-class party on the Titanic.

  This kind of party is the "real" party.

  She curled her mouth and thought about it boredly. Just about to drink a sip of champagne, she realized that the obstructive veil was blocked again. She had to lift it up to drink it.

   "Fuck you." She cursed in a low voice.

  Leon's long coat and belt must be worn with stockings, which is what she hates most, but the rich people in Rouen are very satisfied. What they want to experience is this "out of the ordinary".

  No one would worship the grass-people, especially the factory owners who “ruled” the grass-people. If Napoleon’s dress was too simple at this time, he would not be able to communicate with them “equally” as a short man.

  Of course, it is also possible that his ambition has expanded, just like his fat figure. In that portrait, the slim and gloomy young man in his 20s has disappeared.

  Before she could think about more complicated issues, someone walked towards her. It was Henry Becker, the owner of the Luodian furniture store that she had visited once during the day. Sure enough, he came to the appointment, but the companion he brought was not his wife, but a middle-aged man.

For the wealthy, it was a party occasion for these small merchants, but it was an occasion for looking for business opportunities. Georgiana felt that they were very similar to Monica and the others who were looking for business opportunities at the housewarming ceremony of the Marquise of Sweden. The two walked there. In front of him, bowed to her.

   "Good evening, Mr. Becker." Georgiana said in English.

   "Good evening, ma'am." The shopkeeper looked at the person next to him. "This is my friend, Jean-Jacqueslequeu."

   "Good evening, ma'am." Luck said in French.

  Georgina looked at this man. He was not tall and had large and protruding eyes. She couldn't accurately describe it in words, but could only describe it in weird ways.

  "Good evening, gentlemen, what can you do with me?"

  The two looked at each other, and finally Leke said, "My father is a famous local carpenter, and I am a cartographer."

   "Oh." Georgianna understood, they are here to introduce Luodian furniture.

   "But what I really want to be is an architect." Luck said as he took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket. "This is my design."

  She was a little surprised, but still accepted the drawing he handed over.

  Waiting for her to unfold the drawings, first of all, I have to say that the cartographer’s craftsmanship is really good, and the details are very detailed, but she doesn’t quite understand what he drew.

  "This is the Temple of the Earth." Luck explained, "Look, the spherical outer wall is the earth, and the inside is the constellation."

  "What is its actual use?" Georgiana asked.

  "It can be used as a place for teaching astronomy." Luck said.

  Georgiana very much doubts whether such a building can be built by humans. It is a perfect spherical shape, and such a vault is difficult to build.

   Then she turned to the next picture. This may be a city gate. It has gate towers like the Chinese city walls, but the gate towers look like Chinese style and Indian style, with mermaid and human horse decorations.

The   gate hole is not an ordinary square, the main city gate in the middle is round. Then she turned to the next one, which was also the design of the city gate, but there was a giant sitting on this city gate. At first glance, she looked like a Roman dress. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the crown was not a Roman helmet, but a chicken. , Wearing a cloak, holding a big stick in his hand.

   "This is my design for the port of Antwerp." Luck explained, "I heard that the first ruling is going to build a giant statue there."

  Georgiana did not answer.

  She tried to replace the face of the giant sitting with a stick with Bonaparte's, and then put a chicken on top of his head.

  She turned to the next page. This time he drew a cross-sectional view of a windmill.

  This made her a little bit interested. This is a novel transmission structure. Ordinary windmills are rotating drums. The windmills he drew are fenced. It can adjust the direction of the windmill blades according to the changes of the seasons.

  Reminiscent of his father's carpenter status, she felt that this windmill was much more practical than the previous buildings.

   "Very creative design." Georgiana admired.

  Although most of them are not practical.

  She said to herself.

  Luck seemed very pleased.

   "I heard that the First Ruling intends to build a hydraulic clock."

   "He had that idea." Georgiana said with a smile.

   was postponed indefinitely.

  She said to herself.

   "Did this idea originate from?"

  "Da Vinci gave the Grand Duke of Milan a birthday gift, a constellation clock." Giorgioanna explained, "Each constellation corresponds to an hour, and people dressed as constellations perform on it."

  Becker and Luck fell into some kind of contemplation at the same time.

Sometimes Bonaparte is like this. As long as the things these artists promote meet his personal needs, he will build them, such as the elephant fountain in the Place de la Bastille, which Victor Hugo recorded in Les Misérables it.

Ordinary people don’t understand why an elephant should be erected in the Bastille Square. This has to be linked to Hannibal of Carthage, and Hannibal took the elephant across the Alps. It is said that only one of the elephants survived. .

It is a metaphor for people to achieve success through all kinds of hardships and dangers. At the same time, they praised his great achievements. For example, she transformed the Tuileries restaurant. The wall used the relief of the French army crossing the Alps. The original intention was to remind the senior officials who were eating to not forget the hardship, but now it has become a "victory" collection room. God knows what Denon has designed the relief to look like.

  Canova will not participate. Italy is his hometown. Not to mention him as a modern Michelangelo. Even if Michelangelo is alive, he will not participate in sculpture.

  There are many artists after the Renaissance, but it is hard to find a genius who can match the three masters of the Renaissance. Every era needs a representative figure.

  Fortunately, Luke did not regard the architect as a means of making a living on his own, otherwise he would starve to death.

  "Good evening, Mrs. Sevres."

  Georgiana looked past the voice and found that it was Jeanne Dussel.

  She is wearing a bright yellow silk and satin. As she walks, she outlines the curves of her body, and at the same time, it can be seen that she is wearing nothing inside.

  She wears a vintage bracelet on her wrist, but she does not wear a veil like everyone else. She has a golden mask on her arm, which looks like some kind of decoration.

   "Good evening." Georgiana said hello lukewarm.

   "You look happy." Dussel said in an aggressive tone.

   "You also look happy." Georgiana smiled coldly.

   "Maybe it's because I enjoy the happiness of being single, but what about you? Do you like this kind of polygamous life?"

  The smile on Georgiana’s face disappeared.

"When you are in the vanity life brought about by such a committed dictator, you should know that many women are still living in oppression and inequality. The dowry is the property of women, but their husbands give them to When they pay their debts by themselves, they have to be frightened, worrying that they will be swept out of the house because they have no money."

  "You are talking about the North, where the customary law is enforced, and the South is still in accordance with Roman law." Georgiana said coldly.

  Her answer surprised Düssel.

"If you want to say that this law only punishes unfortunate women and is unfair to women, and blames me for this, trying to make my soul restless, then my answer is, you should think about why you are making these There were no women in the law. How many people understood the difference between Roman law and customary law." Georgiana said tit-for-tatly, "And you, Miss Düssel, do you understand the difference between the two?"

   "You seem to understand." Düssel said teasingly.

   "Yes, but I am not French." Georgiana raised her chin and said proudly, "I am the foreign woman who seduce you first in power."

  Dussel laughed, as if thinking she was a joke.

   "What are you talking about? Ladies." Lapp asked with a smile on his face.

   "It's nothing, it's just a little thing between the girls." Georgiana stared at the tall Düssel and said provocatively, then turned and left the corner where she was looking for cleanliness.

  "Do you want to keep these blueprints?" Lapp asked.

  Georgina then remembered that she was holding someone else’s drawing in her hand.

  "Let them come to me tomorrow." Georgiana handed the drawing to Rapp. "Maybe they are bad architects, but good carpenters."

   "Yes, ma'am." Rapp took the drawing and went to find the two gentlemen.

  (End of this chapter)