Harry Potter Morning Light

In the 21st century, there are so many female politicians, do they rely on Madame Pompidou and Madame Du Barry to gain power?

Georgiana returned to the idyllic little villa, which was indeed more of a sanctuary than the Grand Trianon, but she didn't want to let any men in.

The king has many privileges, one of which is not letting other people into her house but allowing him to come in and out as he pleases. Living in seclusion will lead to a different life than when entering the world. There is not so much flattery, but there is more purity and ease. A person who cannot meditate cannot adapt to this lonely life.

Tolerance to privilege is a kind of stupidity. No matter how great a person has done, he cannot enjoy more power than others.

Horus killed his sister, and the Roman citizens credited him for his duel, but did not judge him according to the law. This is the privilege granted to Horus by the people.

Siers also said in On Privileges: The masses of citizens are always the subject for which people serve. In any sense, can it be at the expense of the subject just because those who serve the masses are rewarded for their service?

The Theory of the Monarch says that rulers always have the evil virtue of false generosity, and they want to show how much they value talents by giving bonuses to a few people who have made outstanding contributions. However, such rulers are often hated by the people, because their generosity is based on increasing the burden on the people, and they use the taxes of the majority to reward the dedication of the few.

The hereditary system allows this kind of reward to be bequeathed from the father to the offspring, and not every offspring is the same as his father, but without this kind of reward, who would work so hard?

Even a diplomat is the same. If it is not good for him to negotiate a deal, then he will not work so hard and even dare to take risks. Talleyrand sold the interests of France after receiving the benefits of the enemy country. Napoleon kept him because he was really useful. The celebration banquet on February 17 was all paid by Talleyrand, and the money was said to be He bought and sold Austrian bonds issued to Belgium.

The lower the creditworthiness of a government, the less valuable its public debt is. During the government period, the public debt fell from 100 francs to 12 francs. Later, after Napoleon came to power, the price rose a lot and became 60 francs, but it still did not reach the face value. 100 francs.

It can be seen that the Austrian public debt can be redeemed by the Belgians at a fair price in the end, which is considered very good. This is what Napoleon won for the Belgians.

No woman would be crazy enough to fall in love with a potbellied Churchill and a wrinkled George Washington, and Georgiana wouldn't have thought much of Napoleon if he had been an old fellow.

He is young, aggressive, enthusiastic and brave, which are his strengths.

But he's irritable, impatient, and hates being bound by rules.

He's a lion in the wild, and he's sure to get grumpy in a cage.

Napoleon's greatest enemy is himself, but how many people in the world are not their greatest enemy?

She had a severe headache, and a scent of tea soothed her heart, and Michelle came over with black tea.

"Come here." Georgiana said to Michelle, she obediently put down the tea tray and sat on the sofa with small florals beside Georgiana.

Georgiana put her head on Michelle's shoulder, even if it was a girl's weak shoulder, she wanted to lean on it.

"Just you?" Georgiana asked.

"They're upstairs." Michelle said softly, "I made this tea for them."

"What are you doing?"

"Reading."

"novel?"

"It's the book you read." Michelle said with a smile, "Do you like novels?"

Georgiana loves to read Jane Austen's books, and also loves to read Wuthering Heights. She feels that she will never forget Heathcliff, the black-haired and black-eyed Catherine who can't forget who abandoned him. man.

Did Isabella hate him? I still resent myself for seeing the wrong person.

"Bring me the tea," said Georgiana wearily.

Michelle stood up, poured the black tea into a ceramic Sevres cup, and brought it to Georgiana.

She was leaning against the sofa, almost sitting in a paralyzed posture, and slowly took a sip of black tea.

The hot tea warmed her body up again, and it would have been nice to have some brandy.

Not long after she recovered, there was a knock on the door.

"Go and open the door," Georgiana said to Michelle.

The noble lady went to open the door for Georgiana just like a maid.

Not long after, she heard familiar footsteps, and the "leader" in military boots and a black coat appeared.

This slightly low house used to be used by vineyard growers was too small for this big man. He took off the famous three-cornered hat and held it in his hand so that the brim of the hat did not touch the ceiling, revealing his smooth chestnut hair. With its chest up and its head up, it looks like a Gallic chicken.

In France, who can stop Napoleon Bonaparte? She counted several of her guardians, and Mr. Edward Jenner may have done it. It is too difficult for them to let a few little girls stop the lion.

"Is this your taste?" The First Consul said looking at the small floral wallpaper on the wall.

"I'm a country woman, and that's all I have taste for." She said coldly.

"Schaputal ordered 6 million furniture and fabrics from Lyon, you can use them."

"I don't like it." She firmly refused,

"You haven't even seen it."

"I like this style." She said impatiently.

"Okay." He said patiently, sitting on the arm of the sofa where she was sitting, "I also want to try a different style."

"Can you promise me one thing." She said sideways.

"What's up?"

"Leave Lucian alone, don't ask about his marriage, you are just like those MPs who forced the Prince of Wales to marry Catherine."

"It's two different things."

"He is ambitious and wants to prove that he is stronger than you, but he would rather not inherit the right than divorce her. I think this shows how firm his determination is. I just gave you Confucius because of my lack of determination."

He didn't answer right away.

"Bronniard told me that you reminded him of me, does that mean that I left marks on you?" Bonaparte said calmly.

"I won't do it next time."

"I didn't think that I didn't just want to destroy the horse's leg, but the whole statue, but I would look tyrannical and scare them." He grabbed her hand, Said very gently.

"Sheep can't always be like this, let them grow into lions."

"Sheep are also useful for sheep." He pulled up her shawl. "It's just made of wool."

If she realizes something.

"You think I'm in sheep's clothing?"

"We didn't notice the steel," Napoleon said with a smile, "but we quarreled over what kind of cloth to put on women."

"Women don't eat like wrestlers, that's what Rousseau said." She said coldly.

"I know you don't like this kind of occasion. How about handing over this kind of reception to Hortans in the future? It will be held every ten days."

She wanted to fight at first, but when she heard that it would be held every ten days, she lost her mood.

"Is she alone enough to get here?"

"There are also Louis and Joseph. Fear and interests are the levers that drive people to act. The Senate used to dislike me, but now no one argues with me about the church."

"It's not a good sign."

"I want them to obey my orders instead of going through the motions. There is a British proverb that a big meeting never does anything. After an amendment is proposed in the British House of Commons, everyone is dissatisfied. It seems that this is not a special case in France."

She was amused by his strange English.

"Lucien thinks that the Tribunal should be divided into three groups, and each group will deliberate in secret to avoid disputes in public meetings like this time. Karnot will stay. How do you think he will be the 'reporter' of one group? "

She remembered Lucian's reminder that what she has to do now is to make him like her.

"I know him, I don't know the others, I think he is very good."

"Who else do you want to recommend?"

"Langji."

"Where's Brunnier?"

"Who will replace him as factory director? Bernadotte?"

"He is also a member of parliament, how could he resign his post as a member of the factory and become the director of the factory?" Bonaparte said with a smile.

"Then who will take over?"

"It depends on how you arrange it, Ms. Sevre. Part of the income from the ceramics factory will be allocated as a fellowship fee. You don't need the pocket money I gave you to support students like Fresnel."

"You decide." She said obediently.

"I've done so many things, why don't you give me some rewards?"

She ignored the guy.

He ended up pulling her off the couch and dancing with him.

Not a minuet, not a waltz, but a bit like flamenco.

"You can dance?" He looked at her in surprise and said.

"How can you jump?" Georgiana was even more surprised.

His face immediately became ugly.

"Lucien?" she said expressionlessly.

"He can't think that he can be forgiven for everything he did wrong." The 30-year-old Old Antique said sternly.

This time Georgiana did not speak for Lucien.

"Who taught you this dance?"

"I learned it myself."

"How did you learn it?"

"In the mirror."

"Show me a solo dance once."

She didn't move.

"What's wrong?"

"I've never performed in front of anyone," she said nervously.

He was even happier now, sitting on the sofa with his hands on his stomach with great interest, like a spectator.

"Jump," he urged.

"No music."

"Flamenco can be danced without music."

She is still struggling.

"Jump!" the wild lion ordered.

So Georgiana danced as stiff as a marionette.

After dancing for a while, she found that Bonaparte didn't laugh at her, so she danced more naturally, but it was a pity that she didn't wear a red dress, otherwise she would look like a burning flame.

The Mamluks had told her that Kebir Sultan meant Sultan of Fire.

Fire can bring warmth, but it can also bring war and destruction.

Who would have guessed that this title belonged to a short Westerner with deep gray-blue eyes.

"Come here, my Violet Queen," he said, holding out his arms to her.

"No, come here." She hooked her fingers towards him, and then ran wildly in the house.

Since it is a dream, why not dream sweeter?

After being caught, she was intoxicated in that sweet kiss, and in an instant she forgot the wish she had made before.