Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1363 Brimorion
The most frequently traveled route from Paris to Versailles passes over the Pont de Sevres, which leads to St. Luke.

Opposite St. Luke's Palace, there is a small hill called Brimelen, on which a bridgehead is built, which together with St. Luke's garrison protects the Sevres Bridge.

The mistake Prince Eugen made in Landrecy was to put his reserve team on the other side of the bridge, causing his army to come, and because he couldn't cross the river, he could only watch them all wiped out.

The French certainly don't make the same mistake, and the Pont de Sevres is named for the town of Sevres, a town known for its expertise in making porcelain.The nobles in the old days liked to use porcelain, but the price of porcelain shipped from China was too high, and even the nobles did not dare to use it at will. In the 17th century, there was a small town like Self imitating Chinese porcelain.

Before Louis XIV, Versailles was just the king’s hunting palace, similar to Vincennes Forest, only the size of a village, and later became a gathering place for nobles from all over France. In the 18th century, there were urban planning, churches, hotels and schools. The settlements developed to the north, and on the eve of the Revolution, this satellite city of Paris had become the actual capital of France.

Neither Self nor Versailles had room for a barracks, but at the choke point between them was the Meudon Forest, opposite St. Luke.

Francois-Marie de Brouyer, the first Duke of Bouyer, was the third son of the Count of Bouyert. He served as Marshal of France in the era of Louis XIV and Louis XV, and was Take part in the War of the Spanish Succession.Later, he participated in the War of Austrian Succession and commanded the French army in Germany, but because he had no courage, the only victory he went was the battle in Bohemia Sahai, so he was named Duke.

Victor François, the 1789nd Duke of Bloyer, was a Marshal of France during the period of Louis XV and Louis XVI. He served in Italy with his father, the 7st Duke of Bloyer. In July [-], After the people of Paris captured the Bastille, Louis XVI ordered him to command Season's troops near Versailles and serve as minister of war. After a few days of failure, he was forced into exile.

After Napoleon repatriated the exiles, he passed the commission, complied with the requirements, and now lives in his former residence, while his son, Achier Lyons Victor Charles, studies law at the Collège de France, It has nothing to do with the military.

The military camp built by the second Duke of Bloyer was on the east side of the Meudon Forest, towards the bridge of Cerf. He asked the soldiers to cut down the trees in the forest and use the wood to directly build wooden houses and wooden houses. fence.

Outside the wooden fence of the camp is the cemetery of the townspeople of Cerf, and few of the townspeople would come here except for sweeping sacrifices.There are guard posts built along the mountains, and there are ponds in the forest. Reeds are flying in the ponds, which are habitats for wild ducks and other birds.

There are many kinds of trees in the forest, such as oak, beech, birch, poplar, etc., but the largest proportion of these tree species is the chestnut tree, which is estimated to account for half of the forest.

September and October are the season when chestnuts are ripe. When Georgiana and Granit were checking the situation of the military camp in the forest, they met many citizens picking chestnuts. This gift of nature is free, and those who pick chestnuts have clothes There are decent, rich people who come for outings, and there are poor people in rags.Because most of the chestnut pickers were women and children, there was no dispute. They all carried a basket full of chestnuts on their arms.

Wild ducks are not allowed to hunt, but they did not say that traps are not allowed. The little boys are waiting by the pond for the greedy ducks to take the bait.Georgiana couldn't help being greedy too. After picking up chestnuts, she lit a fire by the pond and roasted the chestnuts with a hot stone slab.Brina and the two plainclothes who came with them also shared some. The fluffy and sweet freshly roasted hot chestnuts are delicious, maybe it’s the fresh air, or the colorful and charming autumn colors in the forest, Granny Te's spirit has improved a lot, and he has an appetite to eat chestnuts.

Together they watched the children catching wild ducks. The noise of the children added a bit of popularity to the silent forest, and it didn't sound annoying at the moment.

"It's a beautiful place." Granit said to Georgiana in English, "We can make this a small town."

"Then I don't care." Georgiana peeled a chestnut, and its fruit was golden.

"We used porcelain for dinner that day, why not gold and silver?" Granit asked.

"I don't need it." She shook her head, "Napolione has a lot of gold wares, and he has to find someone to look after them. I'm too lazy to waste time on them."

"If you were asked to be the housekeeper, what would you do?" Granititch asked reluctantly.

She glanced at Granit, and he looked at her seriously, as if he would keep asking if she didn't answer the question.

"The monarch should entrust others to perform the things that cause criticism, and keep the business of giving favors to himself." She said slowly, "I will find a very strict British housekeeper. The housekeeper will keep an eye on the house for me. Servant, keep them from stealing my things, and I will reward those who do things seriously."

He laughed. "Sounds like I'm the butler."

"That's why the king needs you." Georgiana put the chestnut into her mouth. "Addington will be useless after using it. You will still be used, Diamond Kid."

"I thought it was a deliberate play that you guys performed that day." Granit said with a cold face, "Just to show how to throw the 'teapot' on the ground."

"You were frightened by Lucien?"

"I think you're scared." Granit threw a chestnut into his mouth. "He's not as good as his brother."

"You mean Lucien?"

"Otherwise, who do you think I'm talking about?"

"Lucien's terror is not the same as that of Napoleoni," Georgiana reminded him. "He's a smiling tiger."

"Did he scare you?" Granit looked at her, as if she nodded, and he meant to stand up for her.

"That's a family matter." She said dryly, "It has nothing to do with state affairs."

"I have several Scottish friends," said Granit. "You may consider me your friend, too."

She thought about it, but still didn't say anything.

She was afraid that Granit knew Napoleoni's weakness and used it to deal with him, so that Lucien would have an excuse that she hurt him and get rid of her "decently".

Lucien would not have accepted an English woman if Josephine hadn't gone too far.

Lucien is not like Napoleon. Women are not his weakness. As for what his weakness is, Georgiana can't see clearly. He is not the kind of man who would show mercy to women like Napoleon and Louis XVI. This is Lucien Powell. Terrible place in Naples.

Josephine is now being bullied by the Bonaparte family, and outsiders also blame her for the fault. Who told her that she was at fault first, can this kind of life lead a happy life?
"Are you happy?" Granit asked.

"Apart from being sorry for my husband, he is very good to me. Sometimes I even hope that Mr. Smith will not come to me." She said with a wry smile, "He always has other women in his heart."

"What kind of woman can make Mr. Smith miss you so much?" Granit asked softly.

"A woman who can sacrifice herself for her children." Georgiana regretted after finishing speaking, "You can't tell others."

"How did she die? Dystocia?"

"A bad guy broke into her house, and she died while fighting the bad guy to protect the child." Georgiana sighed, "I should have resisted harder."

"He forced you?" Granit said grimly.

"I mean, I should have resisted Napoleon's charms more firmly. Have I disgraced Mr. Smith?"

Granit didn't speak.

"I'm sorry," she said apologetically, "I turned to you for forgiveness."

"Not everyone is in favor of peace talks." Granit said in a calm tone, "It was not the Prince of Wales who sent the horse."

"Then he'd better give him another gift, otherwise Bonaparte will remember this misunderstanding forever."

"What advice do you have?"

Georgiana began to think, besides Egypt, what else would Napoleon like?
"He likes swans very much." After thinking for a long time, she said, "You can send some more."

"We've already delivered it," Granit said, staring at her. "There's also a Swan Princess."

Even if it was a compliment, she was very happy to hear it. Which girl doesn't have a princess dream?
"Georgianna." Granit said suddenly, "Can you call me William."

She was amazed. "I don't think it's appropriate to do that."

"My Christian name is different from his. The Christian name was originally called among friends."

"I thought we were discussing a present for Napoleoni."

"He doesn't need it anymore, he already has the whole world, what else does he want?" Granit sneered.

Georgiana couldn't tell.

Napoleon was still in need of affection, and many people were silently cursing him to death, but he was basically a good man.

"Let's go back to Paris." She stood up. "The papers say there's an Orionid meteor shower tonight."

"Aren't you watching with him?"

"He likes to look at other things through binoculars," she said dryly.

"That's really boring," Granit said enthusiastically. "How about we have dinner together before we go to the observatory?"

"I'm also fashionable." She said with a smile, "I actually eat with the British."

After she finished speaking, she regretted it.

She said it as if she were French.

"Pick up some chestnuts and go back." Granit changed the topic, "There are chestnuts everywhere in the streets of England, but no one picks them up."

"British chestnuts are not edible, they are poisonous." Georgiana immediately reminded him, "Edible chestnuts must be carefully distinguished from inedible chestnuts. I specifically reminded in the booklet that the shell of chestnuts is full of thorns. The horse chestnut is very smooth, the fruit of the chestnut is fluffy, the whole fruit of the horse chestnut is round, and the leaves of the horse chestnut have seven leaves."

"I really envy the French," Granit said. "They have a forest where they can pick chestnuts."

"How do you know the French won't envy us?" Georgiana said with a smile.

"Like what?"

"The poor tax, with this common people don't have to worry about bread, let alone picking chestnuts in the forest to eat."

"Aren't you going to remind him?"

"No." Georgiana shook her head. "I think he learned it himself from you."

Granit laughed.

"Then we won't tell him."

"It's a secret, I told you before."

He held out his little finger to her.

"how old are you?"

"It's a contract," Granit said sternly, "no matter how childish the way it was signed."

Georgiana hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her fingers to hook him up.

"Now we have a secret." Granit smiled. "You'll call me William, Georgiana."

She shook her head. "The name William always reminds me of your father."

"What do you mention him for?" exclaimed little William Pitt, with mock annoyance.

"How about I call you Thomas, Diamond Kid?"

"How about calling me a housekeeper?" Granit said.

"I prefer butler, which comes from the French bouteiller, which means the cupbearer at the banquet. Guess who in Greek mythology is in charge of the wine at the banquet?"

"Dionysus?"

"It is the Prince of Troy, Ganymedes, who is as handsome as you."

"I still like Dionysus." Granit said coldly.

"Oh~" She didn't know what to do next.

"Let's go, go pick chestnuts." Granit said happily, and really went to pick chestnuts.

Georgiana looked at his back and shook her head. Just as she was about to find something to hold chestnuts in, Bruna came over with a small basket.

"Here, I've already paid for it," Bruner said.

"Thank you." Georgiana took the basket, which was too old to be worth much, and which was not worth a franc even when it was new.

In fact, compared to eating chestnuts directly, making chestnut cakes is more delicious and can be sold for more money, but how many French families now have ovens, and how many people know how to bake cakes?

Georgiana sighed helplessly, and she wanted to eat the chestnut cake she ate on the European train last time.

(End of this chapter)