Harry Potter Morning Light

Georgiana was fully aware of the French arrangements.

Whether watching her avoid her with other men, or betraying France's interests to the British, Madame Montesquieu is needed to help monitor.

In fact, she also learned a lot with Madame Montesquieu. In a way, Madame Montesquieu represents Montesquieu herself.

She needs to try her best to maintain the dignity of her "husband", instead of letting him abuse power or strength in order to stand out for herself. This will not only cause disputes, but also make others look down on her, thinking that she is the kind Just a woman who behaves mischievously.

And she was more worried about that strong sense of insecurity than the issue of dignity. Uvral reminded her of the Jacobins, and then of the assassination on December 24, 1800. Hathor helped protect him last time. Who will protect him this time?

That "prophecy" was due to historical data, and the current world has nothing to do with "history", and she was very afraid that her spoiling the situation would cause him to die young like Caesar.

Or worse, he becomes Antony, sells the interests of "Rome" to "Egypt", and then he is killed by the angry French and paraded in the streets.

Either way was worse than being a prisoner, and she believed she could make his captivity far different, like a vacation, as long as he was "alive."

Napoleon Bonaparte has been dead for 200 years, how can he still be alive?

However, the influence of Waterloo has continued into the 21st century, and even the closed world of wizards knows his name.

She couldn't help but feel a kind of vanity. A little female teacher actually got mixed up with the first ruler of France. She only needs one word to make the British Royal Navy give way to the French merchant ship. Is this not a dream or something?

She didn't want this dream to end here, and now she became one of those dream-drunk people who had ridiculed her before.

In this time of famine, as a leader, Bonaparte should not enjoy rich food, but the tableware can still be luxurious.

Lunch time was one of the few breaks in his day, and she shouldn't have upset him at this time.

However, she chose truth over happiness. Although the truth is ugly and dirty, it doesn't have to be the same as Marie Antoinette. The day she woke up was also the day when she cut her head. Living in the Tuileries Palace is nothing, staying is difficult.

"It's time for you to go back to Malmaison, Leon," she said quietly. "Be careful with your 'balance.'"

"I'll be there when the ceremony is over." He said in a very cold tone.

"I have a bad feeling." She tried to control her tone so as not to upset him.

"It has something to do with the necklace around your neck?" Leon smiled frivolously. "I'm starting to understand how he feels now."

"It's dangerous...do you remember last year's Christmas?" She breathed heavily. "Otherwise we don't go."

He put away his smile.

"I want to go." He said stubbornly.

She didn't willfully say that she didn't want to go and let him accommodate her.

The invitations have been sent out, not only the Bonaparte family, but also foreign envoys, government officials and people from the church will be present. The ceremony will be held at the pier of d'orsay, opposite the pier is Duy Larry Palace.

The construction of the Saint-Martin Canal on the other side of the Urk River has already started, and he is the kind of person who walks the talk.

"Bring more guards." She said sadly, "and a sword."

He sighed, as if he had lost his appetite for dinner, pushed away his chair and stood up.

But he didn't just leave, but walked to her side and held her head in his arms.

"The bottle is open, it must be dried, be strong, princess."

"That's how you inspire your soldiers?"

"I told them that 4,000 years of history look down on you."

"Should I help you manage the accounts?" she whispered. "Today Louis and I talked a lot about how ladies manage their housework."

"I have a steward, and I like to do my own accounting, it's my pleasure." He stroked her hair. "I'm good with numbers, and I know you don't."

she began to cry.

She seems to have been in love with the dead.

"Do you believe in fate?" he whispered.

"I don't believe in fate," she cried. "I hate prophecy!"

"I'm the opposite of you. I believe in fate, not prophecy." Bonaparte said with a smile, "I used to think that the chicken would be eaten after the prophecy."

"What chicken?" She stopped crying.

"Don't you all kill chickens for divination?"

"No!" she said fiercely. "Who told you?"

"I saw it with my own eyes," he said with a serious face.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Are you smiling?"

Now she was not sad, wiped away her tears, and smiled at him.

"You are like a dewy rose." Bonaparte said in a poetic tone. "Perfect."

"Are you drunk without drinking?" She remembered Uvral's question at this moment. "I met someone this morning..."

"I know, your maid told me." He said with a cold face, returned to his seat and sat down, angrily continued to eat bread.

At this time, he didn't have aristocratic temperament at all, he looked like a rascal, but he sat down to eat anyway, unlike before, he regarded eating as completing a task, or wasting time.

"Leon, I don't want others to say that you are abusing your power..."

"I'd rather be accused of abusing power," interrupted Bonaparte petulantly, "if I hadn't got use for him..."

"Don't use eunuchs. The ancient Chinese emperors used eunuchs to cause so much trouble." Georgiana also interrupted him. "I'd rather you fight with others than see that kind of man and woman appear in front of me."

"duel?"

"My husband will definitely challenge you to a duel, are you afraid?"

"If I die, will you go with him? Continue to live with him as if nothing happened?" he asked.

"You troublemaker." She said with some pain, but couldn't figure out how to answer the question.

"I'm a Corsican. Corsicans believe in vendetta. This is what you gave me last time." Bonaparte said coldly, "What's the condition you told Uvral?"

"Let Britain expel the royalists, and send me engineers." She also said coldly, "Your industry is absolutely terrible."

"Nothing else?"

"He said he wanted me to be a real princess, but I didn't agree. I don't want to be a bird in a golden cage." She ate the bland bread angrily. "I want to eat meat!"

"You can't eat with me if you eat meat." He said, "I want to eat fish from the Mediterranean Sea. Can British warships allow French fishing boats to fish in the deep sea?"

"I'll write to Uvral later."

"No, you're only allowed to write to me," he said brutally again.

"Then how do I contact him?"

"How do I know this, aren't you very smart?"

In a panic, she threw the bread in her hand at the bastard.

He dodges.

"Don't waste food, pick it up and eat."

She stood up straight away and left the table.

Only the nobles of Louis XV would go under the table in order to grab a handkerchief for the king, and she would not do this.

"Can't I eat it?"

She had only taken two steps when Bonaparte said behind her, and then he actually picked up the bread on the ground and ate it.

"If you promise to go back, I'll go on a date with you," she said. "And, you really have to be safe."

"Sit down and eat." He said a little tiredly, so Georgiana sat down and ate again.

Facts have proved that even with a beautiful environment, French cuisine is still incomplete without delicious food, just like the sumptuous but thief-like dinner she once had at Hugo’s house.

The good thing was that they danced a bit after dinner, but this time she didn't want to dance anymore.

Later, she was going to ask where the Louis Observatory was. The weather was fine today, and the stars should be shining brightly at night. Such a farewell gift should satisfy him.