Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1349 The Fable of the Bee

She dreamed of a swarm of bees, diligently moving in and out of the hive, making a slight humming sound as they flapped their wings.

The bees brought prosperity to the hive, and Napoleon's coat of arms was the bee, and the association brought his face to her at once.

She tried to block his beautiful hands, but her resistance was in vain.

She was tired and wanted to rest, but her young and vigorous energy made him have no intention of stopping.

This recliner is actually very suitable for a nap in the afternoon. He is indeed very thoughtful, but she hopes that he will be a little more restrained.

Severus had been the same before, preferring to drink potions rather than restrain himself in this regard.

Would they still love her if she didn't have the beauty that comes with her Veela blood?
It's like asking Remus if you'd be happy if you weren't a werewolf.

Maybe he will spend his life peacefully and steadily, but he won't meet Tonks, a silly girl who doesn't care about anything and just wants to be with him.

She shouldn't deny her monster side like Remus did, that's Albus' upbringing, because he's always hiding the fact that he's gay.

But she felt so ashamed that she wished she could cover herself with something.

"Don't move," she heard Leon's voice say, sitting in a chair as if admiring a portrait, looking at Georgiana lying on the couch.

"Go away!" She turned her back to him with the thin silk quilt covering her body, covering herself tightly.

"I've read Shakespeare. I used to think he was no match for Corneille or Racine. Reading Shakespeare is useless." He said behind her back. "What a shame."

I use my eyes as a painter and paint your likeness on my heart.

She remembered the poem, the first time she read it, and somehow connected it with the Mona Lisa and the soldier who liked to watch her in the bedroom.

It's a pity that Mona Lisa is a fake beauty, she is a fiction, not as natural and vivid as a real living woman.

She turned her head slowly, and the man in the colonel's uniform was stunned for a moment, then she pointed to the vase with dahlias on the table, "Bring it to me."

Like a soldier, the first ruler of France obeyed her order and brought the flowers and the vase together.

"Choose one you like and put it on for me." She said softly, "You can put the rest as you like."

He did so again, choosing a pink dahlia in her gray hair.

Then he takes a half-step back, admiring his work, like a painter with the last stroke.

"still got more."

"No need." He looked at her carefully. "It's a masterpiece."

"I want candy."

"Tell me, what kind of candy do you want?" He said generously.

"Trick or treat," she said in English, "I want to give out some candy to the kids on Halloween."

"It's not that bad right now."

"I said I wanted to eat it, and I wanted to show the kids the pox."

He looked happy and seemed to want to rush over.

"Stay still," she warned. "Sit over there."

Bonaparte sighed, and returned to the chair he was sitting on as she said, with rebelliousness written all over his body, like a soldier who didn't obey orders.

"Why are you here, Mr. Martin?"

"What did you ask him for?"

"I want to ask him about Frankfurt."

"Ask, and I'll answer you."

"Today Godin told me that there is a Jew who wants to meet me, and I am thinking of getting in touch with the Prince of Wales through him."

"What?" he asked in a deafening voice.

"If the Prince of Wales is short of money, you can lend him money to spend, and he won't be so restrained by the parliament in the future. The Jewish brothers, Britain and France, each have one left behind."

He rubbed his nose, "That's all?"

"There is another person in his family who is in the smuggling business, and it is Murat's arm. Someone asked me if I want to also do the smuggling business in Frankfurt."

He stared at her for a while and asked, "Is that all you told me?"

"I don't want to do smuggling. I want to open a sugar factory. Didn't you say you wanted to open it in Frankfurt?"

"Correct."

"Beets cannot be popularized now, and the technology is not perfect. Even if the production cost is high, I want to use British sugar first before reducing the cost. When the technology is complete in the future, you can earn back the market."

"Are you helping me or the British?"

"What do you think?"

He shook his legs restlessly, looking frizzy.

"You came here just to watch me sleep?"

"No." He still couldn't hold back, sat directly beside the recliner, leaned over and kissed her.

"I want to kiss you," he said in a poetic tone, "like waves kissing rocks thousands of times until the rocks are turned into fine sand."

"Bad thing, you pissed me off yesterday and today!" She beat him with her fist.

"Then hit me." He moved his face closer, "You spoil me so much, you will spoil me."

"How can I spoil you?"

"You can find a way to get me whatever I want, what do you want?"

"I want to see the laws written by Carnot."

"You can ask me, I've seen it."

"Then tell me what made those bankers go crazy."

He also lay down on the couch, and laid Georgiana on his arms.

"Do you know what debt collectors are most afraid of?"

"Not yet paid."

"No, it's because you don't pay back the money and go bankrupt. We divide the disaster into several levels. If next year is the same as this year, or if it keeps worse, no interest will be charged. But if there is a bumper harvest, you will have to pay back the principal with interest." In fact, what we charge is [-]% interest, which can be repaid in installments."

"That tall?" She got up and looked at the vampire.

"Do you know coupons?"

She nodded.

"What I remember most clearly is the price of meat. When the coupons were first issued, you could buy a pound of meat for 5 sous. Later, it became 20 sous a pound. How many times have the prices doubled?"

She lowered her head and calculated that if next year was still a famine year, the price of food would still rise, and it would take a process for the price of food to stabilize, so she lay back down again.

"You mustn't bully the peasants." She nodded at Napoleon's Greek nose. "You rascals."

"I'm still worried that those farmers ganged up and didn't pay back the money." He opened his mouth and tried to bite her finger. "And my horse, what if they are so hungry and eat it."

"Probably not." She recalled the scene she saw in the countryside.

"I sent you to a rich place. Some country people are no different from beasts. How could I send you to such a dangerous and remote place." He touched her waist indecently. "Do you think you and Paulina Who is the most beautiful woman in Europe?"

"I don't want that kind of reputation." She said solemnly, "You are not afraid of others writing me wrong."

"Rousseau believed that man is a kind of sympathetic and sensitive animal. Horses can't bear to trample on living things, and mothers will protect their children desperately. However, Mandeville believed that if there are too many thrifty and respectful bees in the hive, the hive will be destroyed. It will go into decline, who do you think is right?"

"I hope Rousseau is right," she pouted.

"I hope so too." He stroked her belly. "How about we change the reward?"

"What about what I just told you?"

"Let's talk about it later." Bonaparte smelled her body. "Is there anything else he did that I didn't do?"

"There is one more thing." She lied, then stood up, holding his collar like a rope, "Follow me."

"where to?"

"Dining room."

Immediately a light of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Georgiana turned away so that he could not see her face.

She would not fool around with him on the sofa, whether it was because of Hathor's warning or because Bonaparte had said that any sofa could be in a rut.

Her original purpose was peace talks, and God knows how far the Amiens peace treaty has progressed.

In order to stop thinking about it, she clearly stated in public that she was infertile.

(End of this chapter)