Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1318 Passionflower

  The journey this time was farther than the last time he led her to the pond to see the swan, and her anxiety also accumulated with the distance.

  But when the ribbon on her face was untied, her surprise was doubled.

  The King of Babylon built a sky garden in order to please the princess. The greenhouse in her dream has a roof like the crown of Notre Dame Cathedral and a glass greenhouse with wings spread out.

  She had originally expected the steel frame structure, but she did not expect that he used Roman-style pillars, which looked more like a palace.

   "Do you like it?" He said with a smile.

   "Is this a reward?" she asked.

  "Wedding gift." He held her waist and said, "It's our turn after Autens and Louis."

  She didn’t want to say that it was a wedding, it was just a start-up ceremony of a project, and it was far less luxurious than a wedding, and the higher the expectation, the more disappointed it might be.

  But she still couldn't help but ran into the greenhouse happily.

  It is like the Notre Dame of Ankang. A circular hall surrounds six small rooms. At present, they are all empty. She can arrange it as she likes.

  One of the doors leads to the greenhouse, where many plants are displayed. The hot water in the copper pipes will provide heat for the greenhouse.

  There are no magical plants in it, but she still feels very satisfied.

   "Look, what else is missing?" Leon looked around the greenhouse and said, "I don't know anything about this."

   "There is still one thing missing." She looked at the light-transmitting glass roof, and the autumn sun was so softly pouring down.

"what?"

   "Hammock." She deliberately smiled mischievously, "Have you slept in a hammock?"

"what is that?"

"Just look for two supports, tie both ends with a rope, and unfold the cloth in the middle to make a bed for sleeping." She sat on a table that was not fully filled with potted plants. "You can sit on a swing. It’s the same."

  He was looking at her dangling legs.

  She deliberately lifted the skirt, revealing the shackles and calves.

  "Tell me what you are thinking, soldier." Georgiana said in a high voice.

  He glanced outside the window, and everyone else was chatting and walking in the garden.

  "Do you think this place resembles the Garden of Eden." She added, "Adam and Eve were driven out by God after eating the forbidden fruit. We can steal the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden."

   "You don't care how did I know your secrets?"

   "I don't care." She said in a wild voice, "Do you want to do it or don't you want to do it?"

  He smiled and shook his head, looking at the top of his head, "God, see what you made."

  She stopped seduce him, jumped off the table directly, and grabbed the man who smelled like gunpowder.

  Even Mrs. Montesquieu suddenly understood who Georgina was talking about the man who was "full of gunpowder". Sometimes the smell of gunpowder can really make people boil with blood and make people lose their minds.

  Some people love Paris because of its prosperous surface. Few people think about how it was built like it is now.

  The streets are dirty and need to be taken care of instead of detouring because they are too dirty.

  Cleaning the street will definitely stain your boots, but someone must do this work.

  She was very satisfied with that "date", even though they were walking on the streets with sewage everywhere.

  If God really exists, she hopes that he can give her the baby girl killed by the Queen of Prussia, so that when she leaves one day, at least her daughter will accompany him.

  Since this is a dream, the ending should be perfect, otherwise people will always want to change the ending and will never forget it.

  Lover for a day is really a very unlucky perfume. Why is the British mind so gloomy? It seems that only love related to death is “beautiful”.

  The love of living people is also very beautiful, although people in this world are not really alive, nor are they really dead.

  The "breathing" here is not the oxygen that is actually sucked away, just like people smashing the nose of an Egyptian sculpture more than a thousand years ago.

  After she wanted to understand this, she suddenly felt that deep breathing was not so weird. She laughed and cried, venting all the negative emotions.

  Tears make her clean again and can accept more filth. When she can't bear it, she will be clean again after crying again.

  A woman is like a flowerpot with a hole at the bottom, and a man without crying is like a flowerpot with no holes at the bottom. If you don't give him a channel for venting, the potted plants planted in it will die.

  Anyway, the potted plant in her arms seems to be alive now.

After the Great Revolution, many old systems were cancelled, including the lords, but Napoleon Bonaparte was the first inhabitant of Rambouillet. This is the first in everything. How can a proud person be second?

  She crossed his big head and looked at the blue sky behind the glass.

  If you are really compassionate, you will show your miracle. She has suffered a lot of sins, and she can't bear it anymore.

  She understood why he had to schedule the ceremony in September. September in 1792 is a very bad memory, but some people mentioned it repeatedly for their own purposes, even instilling in a pure child that he needed a celebration.

  She did not tell him that the birthday flower on September 14 is passion fruit, which is the same as the birthday flower on September 12, but it means two things.

  September 12th representatives are at ease, and September 14th representatives suffer.

  She didn’t want her wedding to be held on Good Friday.

  Passion fruit is obviously a delicious fruit, why does it have such a bad meaning?

  Caprara once taught her that the time people spend in purgatory is related to the time the living people pray. Prayer connects the living and the dead.

  Even if she is a witch, she is willing to pray every day, as long as she and the people she loves don’t experience suffering again.

  When the climax came, she floated up like a soul out of her body, but it was strange that her body was clearly not in this world.

  She felt that someone touched her forehead, kind of gentle, and then she went back to the world again.

   She gasped, her consciousness gradually awake, and the Corsican dwarf was looking at her with a triumphant smile.

   "I won, didn't I?" he said in quirky French.

   "What is comparable in this regard!" She yelled angrily.

  He lay down and looked at the blue sky, "I also want a bedroom here."

   "You can sleep where I am." She said coldly, "How can ordinary citizens have so many bedrooms."

   "How about we go out on the micro server?"

  "You can use'dating' to refer to microservices in the future." She twisted his nose. "I don't want to waste time in the opera house. Think about where you take me to play."

  When he was really lost in thought, Georgiana got up and went to the bathroom next door.

  It’s really just for washing hands, but she feels it is necessary to rebuild a bathroom. What could represent civilization better than tap water?

  (End of this chapter)