Harry Potter Morning Light

When the rich people in the city held a masquerade ball in the art gallery, the people in the city were singing and dancing to the sound of bagpipes full of joy and enthusiasm, which reminded her of the third-class party on the Titanic.

This is the kind of party that is the "real" party.

She pursed her lips, thinking boredly, and just about to take a sip of champagne, she found that the obstructive veil was blocking her again, and she had to lift it up to drink it.

"Fuck you." She cursed under her breath.

She hates Leon's long coat and belt with silk stockings, but the rich people in Rouen are very satisfied. What they want to experience is this "different".

No one worships a grassroots, especially the factory owners who "rule" the grasslands. If Napoleon dressed too plainly at this time, he would not be able to communicate with them "on an equal footing" as he is now.

Of course, it’s also possible that his ambitions had inflated, as in his fat figure, that portrait of a slender, sullen young man in his 20s is gone.

Before she could think about more complicated issues, someone walked towards her. It was Henry Becker, the owner of the mother-of-pearl furniture store she had visited once during the day. Sure enough, he came as promised, but the companion he brought was not his wife, but a middle-aged man.

For the rich, it is a party occasion, but for these small merchants, it is an occasion to find business opportunities. Georgiana thinks that they are very similar to Monica and the others who were looking for business opportunities at the housewarming ceremony of the Marquise of Sweden. The two walked together In front of her, he bowed to her.

"Good evening, Mr. Baker," Georgiana said in English.

"Good evening, madam." The shopkeeper looked at the people beside him. "This is my friend, Jean-Jacques lequeu."

"Good evening, ma'am," Luck said in French.

Georgiana looked at this man. He was not tall, with a pair of big and protruding eyes. She couldn't describe it accurately in words, but could only describe it as weird.

"Good evening, gentlemen, what can you do for me?"

The two looked at each other, and finally Luke said, "My father is a well-known local carpenter, and I am a cartographer."

"Oh." Georgiana understood that they were here to introduce mother-of-pearl furniture.

"But what I really want to be is an architect." Luke said as he took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket. "This is my blueprint."

She was a little surprised, but still took the blueprint he handed over.

When she unfolded the drawing, first of all, she had to say that the cartographer's craftsmanship was really good, and the details were drawn very meticulously, but she couldn't quite understand what he was drawing.

"This is the Earth Temple." Luke explained, "Please see, the outer wall of the sphere is the Earth, and the inside is the constellation."

"What's its practical use?" Georgiana asked.

"It could be a place to teach astronomy," Luck said.

Georgiana doubts whether such a building can be built by humans. It is a perfect spherical shape, and such a vault is difficult to build.

Then she turned to the next one. This one might be a city gate. It has a gate tower like the Chinese city wall, but the gate tower looks like Chinese style and Indian style, and it is also decorated with mermaids and centaurs.

The door opening is not an ordinary square, and the main city gate in the middle is round. Then she turned to the next one, which was also the design of the city gate, but there was a giant sitting on the gate. At first glance, it was dressed as a Roman, but when she looked closely, she found that the crown was not a Roman helmet, but a chicken. , wearing a cloak and holding a big stick in his hand.

"I designed this for the port of Antwerp," Luck explained. "I heard that the First Consul is going to build a statue of a giant there."

Georgiana did not answer.

She tried to replace the face of the giant sitting with the club with Bonaparte's, and then put a chicken on top of his head.

She turned to the next page, and this time he had drawn a cross-section of a windmill.

This made her a little bit interested. This is a novel transmission structure. Ordinary windmills are of the rotary drum type, but the windmill he drew is of the fence type. It can adjust the direction of the windmill blades according to the changes of the seasons.

Thinking of his father's identity as a carpenter, she felt that this windmill was much more practical than the previous buildings.

"Very creative design." Georgiana appreciated it.

Although most are impractical.

she said in her heart.

Luke looked delighted.

"I heard that the First Consul intends to build a hydro clock."

"He had that in mind," Georgiana said, laughing.

It was postponed indefinitely.

she said in her heart.

"Where did this idea come from?"

"Da Vinci's birthday gift to the Grand Duke of Milan, a constellation clock." Georgiana explained, "Each constellation corresponds to an hour, and there are people dressed as constellations performing on it."

Becker and Luke fell into some kind of contemplation at the same time.

Sometimes Bonaparte is like that, as long as what these artists sell meets his personal needs, then he will build, such as the elephant fountain in the Bastille Square, which Victor Hugo recorded in Les Misérables it.

Ordinary people don't understand why there is an elephant erected in the Bastille Square. This is related to Hannibal of Carthage, and Hannibal took the elephant to cross the Alps. It is said that only one of the elephants survived .

It is a metaphor that people have gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers to achieve success. At the same time, it also praises his great achievements. The original intention was to remind the high-ranking officials who were eating not to forget the hardships, but now it has become a "victory" collection room. God knows what Denon designed the relief.

Canova will not participate, Italy is his hometown, not to mention his modern Michelangelo, even if Michelangelo really came alive, he will not participate in sculpture.

There are many artists after the Renaissance, but it is really hard to find a genius who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the three masters of the Renaissance. Every era needs a representative figure.

It's also a good thing Luke didn't think of architects as his means of earning a living, otherwise he would have starved to death.

"Good evening, Mrs. Sevres."

Georgiana followed the voice and found that it was Jeanne Dussel.

She was dressed in bright yellow satin, which outlined the curves of her body as she walked, and at the same time it could be seen that she was not wearing anything underneath.

She wears a vintage-style bracelet on her wrist, but she doesn't wear a veil like everyone else, and there is a gold mask on her arm, which looks like some kind of decoration.

"Good evening." Georgiana greeted lukewarmly.

"You look happy," Dussel said aggressively.

"You look happy too." Georgiana smiled icily.

"Maybe it's because I enjoy being single, and you? Do you like this polygamous life?"

The smile on Georgiana's face faded.

"When you're in this life of vanity that comes with giving to the rich and powerful, you should know that there are many women who are still living under oppression and inequality. The dowry is the property of the women, but their husbands take it for themselves. To pay off their debts, they have to worry about fear, always worrying that they will be swept out of the house when they are penniless."

"You are talking about the north, where customary law is practiced, and the south is still judged according to Roman law." Georgiana said coldly.

Dussel was a little surprised by her answer.

"If you want to say that this law only punishes unfortunate women, is unfair to women, and puts the blame on me, trying to disturb my soul, then my answer is, you should think about why you are enacting these laws. How many people understand the difference between Roman law and customary law.” Georgiana pointedly said, “And you, Miss Dussel, do you understand the difference between the two?”

"You seem to understand." Dussel said teasingly.

"That's right, but I'm not French." Georgiana raised her chin and said proudly, "I'm the foreign woman who seduced your first ruler."

Dussel laughed, as if he thought she was a joke.

"What are you talking about? Ladies." Rapp asked with a smile on his face.

"It's nothing, it's just some little things between girls." Georgiana stared at the tall Dussel and said provocatively, then turned and left the corner she was looking for.

"You want to keep the blueprints?" Rapp asked.

Only then did Georgiana remember that she was holding someone else's drawings in her hand.

"Let them come to me tomorrow." Georgiana handed the drawings to Rapp. "Maybe they are bad architects, but they are good carpenters."

"Yes, ma'am." Rapp took the drawing and went to find the two gentlemen.