Harry Potter Morning Light

Georgiana received a large bouquet of roses, which should be pink rose eden according to the variety.

Although she didn't know who sent it, she still placed it in a simple country farmhouse.

In fact, Napoleon didn't have to treat himself so badly. Boulogne-sur-Mer also has an old town, and there are many comfortable buildings in it. However, this farmhouse is very close to the military camp, and you can watch the progress of the fortifications on the mountain at any time.

She may not be able to change some things, but at least she can change some things within her power. At least the farmhouse decorated with flowers no longer looks so dull.

She had seen Miss Desert Luo's lounge before, and it was filled with all kinds of flowers. Basically, female stars who are a little famous and have their own independent lounge will receive many similar gifts, while young actors who are not famous Can only do makeup in the busy backstage, those huge bouquets are not only enviable, but also in the way.

It takes more than solid singing skills to become famous. Talma has been singing Caesar, but the actresses who acted opposite to him have changed one after another. They appear briefly like shooting stars, and then disappear without a trace.

At least Grassini got quite a few gems from Napoleon that would guarantee her a carefree life without spending too much.

"Wow!"

"Oh!!" Georgiana held her pounding heart and stared back at the guy who startled her.

"Why did you come back at noon?" she asked.

"Did you not read the note I gave you?" he asked back.

Only then did Georgiana recall the note that she had burned, and the person who wrote the note was teasing the roses she placed on the table, and then looked her over, and then smiled incomprehensibly .

"What are you laughing at?" She asked unhappily.

He reached out and grabbed her, letting her sit on his lap.

"I'm sorry for neglecting you these days..."

"You don't have to be like this, I can understand." She said simply and neatly, "Besides, I'm very glad you allowed me to hold a banquet."

He looked at her quietly with gray-blue eyes.

"I know there is already a magnificent Notre-Dame Church in the old city, but I still want to build St. Pierre's Church." She pinched his nose. "You know what a woman wants to do, she must do it."

"I don't want religion to influence the military too much."

"I know, but there are a lot of believers in the soldiers, and you have to meet their needs in that regard," she said.

He looked like he didn't want to continue the discussion.

"Have you ever heard of Kolumbong?" she asked.

"who?"

"A missionary more than a thousand years ago, he was regarded as a patron saint by Belgian brewers. His memorial day is November 23. We can hold a banquet in Belgium just by this opportunity."

He laughed, "Haven't you done enough?"

"I thought you wanted to hear about this saint." She continued without waiting for him to answer, "Saint Columbine was born in Ireland, worked in a monastery in his hometown, and came to Europe as a missionary at the age of 49. Appalled by the state of Gaul under the rule of the Argentines, he began to preach in Burgundy and later founded the Abbey of Anne Grey, whose teachings were imitated by many monasteries in the Northern Alps in the early Middle Ages, many of which forbade drinking. Any alcoholic beverages, including wine, can appear at weddings in Ghana. Saint Columbine allows nuns and monks in the monastery to drink beer, but they are not free to drink, but according to the strict rules of the monastery, each person gets a little. Once the monks waste beer, they will be punished. One day, when the monks were having dinner, a servant went to the cellar to get beer. He forgot to put the cork back in, and the servant hurried back to the cellar after realizing it, but not a drop of wine spilled out of the barrel, and it was still full."

He continued to watch her quietly.

"There is another story that St. Columbain, who built many monasteries in Burgundy, saw people toiling in the fields, and invited them to share a good meal, but those poor people had only two breads and some beer. Banquet, so Kolumbang said to the sky, 'Lord, you fed 5000 people with 5 loaves, please multiply these beers and breads as well', then a miracle happened, everyone was full He also got twice as much bread and beer as before, and he saw someone use beer as a sacrifice to Odin during the journey, but Odin was so angry that he overturned the barrel."

"Why would he do that?" asked Bonaparte.

"It may be because Odin was dissatisfied with the tribute, and the villagers also knew which god gave the beer to the common people." Georgiana said softly, "What do you think of the saint I chose?"

he laughed.

"You still love telling stories so much."

"How about you tell me a story?" She ran her fingers over the buttons of his uniform.

"I've got a better idea," he said, and kissed her, the pink roses well out of the prying eyes of the door, and of course no one to ask what time lunch was.

She had a moderately relaxing afternoon, but at night she slept alone, compensating for the fact that her room was filled with pink roses the next day.

She didn't know where he went, maybe it involved military secrets, anyway, she pretended nothing had happened, besides continuing to prepare for the armistice banquet, she also went to visit the old city.

The winding city defenses do not actually hinder the growth of wall-climbing plants such as roses and roses. Those ancient Roman and medieval city walls have become "gardens", surrounded by row upon row of houses, and there is not much smoke and war. left traces.

But she believed that if necessary, there would be gun barrels sticking out of these houses, constantly firing outside.

Legend has it that Cleopatra could eat 10 million sestares in one meal because she put her priceless pearl earrings in vinegar and drank it in one gulp.

All she tasted was absolutely sour.

Wine is auctioned for sky-high prices every year. Some rich people don't drink it, but those who buy it and really drink it don't care much about its taste.

What they enjoy is the feeling of drinking hundreds of thousands of dollars for a meal, and those hundreds of thousands can make many ordinary families live for a long time.

How to squander other people's money is his own business. A failed investment may lead to bankruptcy, but it is precisely because of excessive squandering that the Gaunt family did not fall to that point in Voldemort's generation.

For those who are eager to save their lives with money, it is impossible for them to maintain peace of mind when they see other people squandering. Generally speaking, a married man will be stable, but he also bears the responsibility of supporting his family. His whole family is starving, while others are living a life "everyone envies".

There is a cartoon in which Louis XVI drinks from a bottle of dirty wine.

At that moment, the holiness is no longer holy, and when people trample on it, not only is it smooth, but they also feel extremely relaxed.

Someone would break into someone's house, ransack their wine cellar, and get drunk.

Is this joy or happiness?

Not all things that make people feel happy are good things, but Georgiana likes these pink roses blooming under the blue sky.

They were so beautiful that she felt a moment of comfort. So she told Matilda that she would arrange roses in advance wherever she went, unless it was force majeure. This was her little special hobby after getting rid of her collection of expensive items.