Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2269 The Winter Banquet of the Sea God (11)

  When most women go shopping, men don’t actually want to go, even little boys. But at least the boy's dad can use the cut hair and shave as an excuse to go to the barbershop for a while, either lie down on the barber stool and sleep, or sit in the waiting area and quietly read the newspaper for a while, The little boy was held by his mother to "accompany" her for a walk.

   "Why don't you find your sister!" The little boy complained to his mother, but the mother tried on a girl's dress for him, and then she told him.

   "Because you don't have a sister."

Goulding's description of the life of the average Londoner was fresh to the upper class, but some were just smiling politely, and the scene reminded Georgiana of Rose's mother on the Titanic and gold rush upstarts from America. The scene of Jasmine together, and then she remembered the last time she went to the vegetable market and ate oysters with Severus, and her mood suddenly became complicated.

   She took a sip of wine and was about to walk away when she found Stanley, who was looking at her.

   "Hi." She greeted him with a smile.

  Stanley came over "You missed the good part."

   "What's the best part?" She took a step back.

   "We are discussing setting up an African trade association and setting up an expedition team to explore the Congo River." Stanley said.

   "Congo?"

   "Assume this is the Congo River." Stanley stroked in the void, as if he had drawn a snake. "Both sides of the river belong to the Portuguese River France."

   "France has a colony in Congo?" said Georgiana in surprise.

"It was the Portuguese who first discovered the Congo River. When they came to the mouth of the Congo River, they found that the salinity of the seawater had become lower. They knew that the river would not be small, but they only went back home after turning around on the beach. It didn’t go inland, and the French came next, who not only established churches at the mouth of the Congo River, but also built military installations along the Congo River.”

   She suddenly understood why Napoleon suddenly drank hot cocoa.

   "Where is Kiara?"

   "I sent her back." The female boxer walked over with a sneer, "Stop listening to gossip."

   "You told me..."

   "I'm just telling you the fact that they did spend a long time together." Goulding interrupted Georgiana. "I'm not the type to tell lies."

  Georgianna was expressionless.

   "Chiara will have a fiancé soon, they are both artists," Goulding said.

   "He's exhibiting this time?" asked Georgiana.

   "No, he's good at miniatures, lo and behold." Goulding opened a locket with an eye in it. "This was painted by Cosway."

"Cosway is Kiara's fiancé, he works for the Prince of Wales." Stanley suddenly said, "Every time the Crown Prince falls in love with a beauty, he will send a miniature portrait of himself, and after the breakup, they will return the portrait to the Prince of Wales. , he gave these portraits to new women."

   "Unbelievable." Georgiana muttered.

"The prince has some financial problems and can't always ask Cosway to order portraits, but he made it easy for Kiara's father to open a hotel in London, which is their main source of life." Goulding put the locket Locked up "Some people say that Chiara has an affair with the prince, but we all know that's not true."

  Georgianna is a little confused.

   "Although some people questioned her identity as a female painter, but no one said that Chiara's works were exhibited at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts by other means. She is a genius." Stanley said.

   "She was in the show because she heard that Turner was there too," Goulding said. "They were the same age, but Turner was more famous than she was."

   "Oh, I've heard this name." Georgiana recalled, but couldn't remember where.

  Stanley and Goulding both looked at her strangely.

"what?"

   "The painter who painted you in the gazebo today is Turner." Goulding said, "He was in the Louvre for a while."

  Georgianna thought of the blond young man, who she thought was a student.

   "Chiara likes to paint fantasy stories, and Turner likes to paint natural disasters, sunlight, and atmosphere." Stanley said, "Bonaparte wanted to buy the painting he painted of you, but he wouldn't sell it."

   Her eyes widened.

   "MyheartispiercedbyCupid, Idisdainallglitteringgold.Thereisnothingcanconsoleme, butmyjollysailorbold." Goulding suddenly sang "You really have a set."

  Georgianna pouted and frowned.

   "Maybe I could trade with him for a painting of Claude Lorrain, Turner's favorite artist," Stanley said.

Claude Lorrain was a court painter in the period of Louis XIV of France. He had the same luck as Rubens, and was recognized when he was alive. There are many frescoes painted by him on the walls of Versailles, including the Louvre. more.

  Perhaps Turner was a genius, but is one of his sketches worth exchanging for Claude Lorrain?

   "I'm going to ask," Georgiana whispered.

   "Don't ruin a genius," Goulding said. "You know he can do it."

  Georgina looked into Goulding's eyes, she looked serious.

   At this time, someone called Goulding away, leaving only Georgiana and Stanley.

   "Where did we just say?" Stanley said with a mocking ease.

   "Speaking of Congo." She took a sip of wine.

   "If I go to Congo, who goes to Birmingham to talk about buying a steam engine?" Stanley said.

  Georgianna stared at him "Are you going to Congo?"

Stanley looked around, then lowered his voice and said to her, "By acknowledging the Portuguese colony in the Congo, the British gained the opportunity to trade with Brazil. Lu didn't know anything, and the Portuguese wanted to explore whether the Congo could be connected to their colonies on the east and west coasts of Africa."

   "Just because of that?" asked Georgiana.

  Stanley looked around. "I heard people from the American Temperance Association are here today?"

   "I only heard about them in interviews," said Georgiana.

   “The African Trade Association I just said was against slavery, and if we admit them, they admit us,” Stanley said.

   "You don't recognize each other as having anything to do with each other. They are both unofficial organizations anyway."

   "Newspaper, reporter, do you want to be a saint who takes care of orphans and widows, or a witch who condones alcoholism and violence?"

   "Unbelievable," she muttered.

   "Bonaparte's power has not yet reached America, he can't control what the American newspapers write."

   She had nothing to say.

   "You can't see it now, but Napoleon will drag you to hell." Stanley whispered. "He's a devil."

"I want to buy that picture of Kiara," she said with a smile. "About Scylla, you know, a real witch wouldn't poison Scylla, if she really wanted that fisherman. If he loves him, she will use the love potion on him."

  Stanley was a little stunned.

   "I know some people won't believe it, but it's not because it doesn't exist, maybe it's because he doesn't deserve a woman's potion on him." Georgiana smiled and turned and left.

   When she got to a place where no one was there, she no longer maintained her manners, and as if she had lost all her strength, she squatted on the ground leaning against the pillar.

   She used to laugh at others, but she didn't know that she just flew out of a cage and replaced it with a bird in a cage as big as a greenhouse. She seemed to be free, but in fact she was still in the greenhouse.

   At this time, she unconsciously sang a song, the medieval ditty she heard just now, in Neapolitan, Greek, and Spanish. The name of the song was "Three Mermaids".

  What the ocean tells you, you will engrave it in your breast until your soul returns to the harbor

  The waves, the waves, come one after another, without hesitation, like my endless pain and sorrow

  How wide the sea is and how wide the beach is, how strong my thoughts are,

   is so strong that my frivolous joy cannot resist.

  The bottom of the North Sea is full of sand and gravel, which are formed by the continuous slap of waves for hundreds of millions of years.

  The father propped up the sky for his daughter, or the whole world, and those heroes never stopped for Calypso.

   She wiped away her tears and stood up again.

   At this time, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a person standing in the plant. When she was about to take a closer look, the person was gone.

   Although she didn't see it clearly, she thought it might be the boy in uniform she saw in the aisle earlier.

   "Don't imitate your father," she said towards the air, then turned and left.

   (end of this chapter)