Chapter 1192 Simba’s choice

After emerging from the courtroom, Pomona tried to find her way back to the Louvre.

However, as soon as she opened the door, there was a gap under her feet. When she stood up in shock, she found that she was standing in a huge fireplace.

Napoleon, who was so majestic and glorious just now, looked down and out. His hair was a bit long, his beard was not cleanly shaved, he was wearing a leather jacket, furs, and leather boots. He seemed to be keeping warm in front of the fireplace.

move around.

"She looks so pitiful, doesn't she?" A beautiful dark-skinned woman wearing a snow-white linen dress sat on a box, holding her chin and looking at him with pity.

"You...who are you?" Pomona stammered, holding her elbows in her hands and trembling because she felt cold.

"Is this the question you want to know most?" the Egyptian woman asked Pomona with a smile.

"What happened?" Pomona asked again.

"Until your lover wins the game, you have to stay with me as a hostage," the beauty said cheerfully.

"Then those things just now..." Pomona pointed behind her, even though there was nothing there.

"Of course it's a dream. Sometimes do you dream about the past or the future?" The beauty smiled mysteriously.

"But I can talk to Napoleon in my dreams." Pomona looked at the First Consul who kept mumbling, and he looked like he was going crazy.

"Whenever he is busy with things, he always hopes to save time by squeezing sleep, but the consequences of doing so are often not worth the gain. He often falls asleep at his desk in broad daylight. You know how much men like to dream.

"The beauty stood up. Although she was not as tall as a supermodel, her proportions were very good. The sedge belt tied her slender waist, and the tassels swayed slightly with her movements. Then she opened her

The wooden box he was sitting on contained a bronze bust.

"This is my previous residence, can you imagine?" The beauty kept shaking her head, "I actually live in a sculpture of a man."

"You live in a statue?" Pomona asked in surprise.

"I came here with him from Egypt. One day, he was sleeping next to a wall, and that place used to be the 'incubation' room in my temple."

Pomona had a stupid idea in her head.

"Are you Hathor?" she asked innocently.

"Is it because I'm not beautiful enough? That's why you think I'm not?" The beauty spun in a circle in front of Pomona, and her skirt spread out like ripples in a pond.

"No." Pomona said weakly.

"You are so smart, so do you know why I let you wake up in that place?" Hathor, who appeared in the form of Nefertari, asked.

"Am I in trouble?" Pomona asked.

"What do you think?" Hathor tilted his head with a cute look. Originally, a mature and beautiful woman was not suitable for pretending to be cute like a girl, but her expression looked so natural that it made people not angry.

Come.

"Where are we now?" Pomona asked.

"The Seventh Fireplace Room, this used to be Louis XIV's bedroom. He had many dreams here." Hathor covered the wooden box again and sat on it again. "Napoleon also liked to dream, but most of them

Most of them were related to the military and his magnificent empire. I asked him to make a choice..."

"Can you start from the beginning?" Pomona interrupted Hathor. "I don't understand what you are saying."

"Then answer my question just now, why did I let you wake up in that room?" Hathor asked.

"Because I got into trouble," Pomona said guiltily.

"It's because of military discipline, silly girl." Hathor kept shaking his head. "Napoleon himself also did something like leaving the army without permission. For example, when he returned to France from Egypt, soldiers are sometimes like a group of animals. Only the military police and military law can control them.

, when Napoleon invaded Egypt, no country in the world was as rich in wheat, rice, vegetables and meat as Egypt, but the barbarity here was also at its peak. The Mamluks were slave soldiers serving the Arab Caliphate, and the Mamluks were also slaves.

Meaning, their combat capabilities are very strong, but after they occupy Egypt, they will only gain wealth by occupying more land and increasing taxes on farmers and merchants. Farmers can only resist taxes by running away. They really know nothing about financial management.

So much so that in the end there was no money to even pay the army. Napoleon prohibited soldiers from looting locals and did not allow anyone to enter mosques. His soldiers could only stay in the barracks except for fighting. Mamluk cavalry often wore gold on their bodies.

That's why the French soldiers pursued them relentlessly. He would not confiscate the trophies, but he prohibited soldiers from fighting for the trophies. The front line is not the rear. The war is a hell full of crime and chaos. The tired soldiers need to rest, so they

There is a woman near the military camp..."

"Stop talking." Pomona stopped Hathor. "Please don't pollute my soul anymore."

"He didn't punish those people, he just stained the women's faces with black mud, let them show off for two hours, and then let them go. This was done to enforce military discipline, and he did bring something different to Egypt.

. He wanted to open the Suez Canal, but that land was occupied by the Arabs at the time. He risked being attacked and trekked in the desert. There were no roads, no water, and the Black Death began to spread among the army again, and they were exhausted.

Trekking to the extreme, four people can carry a seriously wounded person, while scholars can ride donkeys. Because the British blockaded the sea, he did not know everything that happened in Paris until one day, a merchant ship broke through the blockade and brought information

, the Ottoman Empire was planning to wipe out the French army from the sea. It was in this environment that he lay down to sleep by the base of an ancient wall because of exhaustion. He had a dream there. I asked him, do you want to be

Augustus still had a happy family, guess what he chose?"

Pomona thought of Napoleon's difficult love journey and suddenly understood his choice.

"When he woke up, the wall he was leaning against fell down, and in his hand was the head of Augustus. That was my first residence." Hathor looked at the unkempt Napoleon.

Said: "Soon after he returned to Cairo, news came from Paris that his wife Josephine was living with a man who used to be Josephine's dance teacher. Josephine had never received Napoleon's letter to her.

The letter, and the newspapers were full of rumors from his opponents, saying that the Egyptian expedition failed, that Josephine was a woman who was lucky to survive the French Revolution, and that she still owed a debt of 2 million francs."

"What?" Pomona couldn't help but scream.

"Which part surprises you so much?" Hathor asked. "Josephine's rekindled relationship with her former dance teacher, or her huge debt?"

"This money, no, oh, my head." Pomona covered her head. Adding in the 3 million francs Josephine owed before she died, the debt alone was 5 million. How many men in the world could

Raise a "French lady".

"Before Napoleon became rich, he only needed half a franc for lunch every day. He went to the theater in the evening and asked for the cheapest seats, 20 francs a month. He only used one servant, which only cost more than 300 francs a month. Napoleon was in Waterloo

After the defeat, he spent 6 million francs in exchange for the favor of the Poles, although more than half of the 300,000 soldiers Napoleon lost in that war were from Poland."

Pomona opened her mouth again.

"Don't you know? He only used a few Frenchmen in that expedition. The soldiers who were damaged in the battle were all from Germany and Poland. Women in Paris were willing to spend money to buy jewelry." Hathor said, "Except for Joseph

Fen, he also has a few sisters who love to act like princesses, and those jewelers may have made an empire out of it."

"Did he help her pay off her debt?" Pomona couldn't help but ask.

"You mean Napoleon helped Josephine?" Hathor asked.

"That's right."

"Of course."

"He knew then that Josephine..."

"When Napoleon returned to Paris, Josephine didn't know he was really back. Napoleon's family told him all her scandals."

"I don't understand their relationship." Pomona looked up to the sky and shook her head, "What is he thinking?"

"I told you, I gave him a choice, and he chose to be Augustus, and while he was in Cairo he had a little Cleopatra, the wife of an ensign, who disguised herself as a man and joined the army,

Senior officers can bring their families and mistresses, which is a privilege in the army. However, Napoleon did not bring his mistress like Murat and others. Only after learning of Josephine's betrayal did he let the officer return to Paris on a business trip, while he himself

Making love with that little Cleopatra in the streets of Cairo."

"Is this considered 'revenge'?" Pomona asked.

"I told you, I let him choose, and he chose to become Augustus. He has a clear mind when dealing with political affairs, but his luck in love is not so good." Hathor shook his straight calves, very excited.

He said leisurely, "For Napoleon at that time, he believed more in the power of wisdom than the sword in his hand. If an average man heard that his wife had been contaminated by someone, he would draw his sword and fight in a duel. But Napoleon just killed that person."

He was kicked out of the army, but Josephine still found a way to make her dance teacher a supplier to the army."

"So this is your curse?" Pomona asked Hathor.

"Whether he is a savage or a civilized man, he needs a master, a teacher and a magician to curb his imagination, strictly discipline him, put a chain on him, and stop him from barking inappropriately. He does not deserve better.

treatment, and he has no power." Hathor said, "You can think of Josephine as the 'master' who tied the chain to Napoleon. In their relationship, she is in an absolutely dominant position."

"Who said what you just said?"

"Napoleon."

Pomona understood.

"Then how did he start to trust the sword in his hand?" Pomona asked.

"When he began to find that no one around him could be trusted. Whether it was women, former friends or his relatives, Napoleon's biggest enemy was not the Russians or the British, but himself. He lost the empire,

But she got a lover who was like an angel." Hathor smiled ambiguously, "Josephine was unable to give birth to a child, and she herself gave birth to a child, which made Napoleon think that he lacked some kind of natural ability of men.

The Polish lady who kept him from leaving the tent for two days not only bore him a child herself, but when she brought the good news, Louisa was also pregnant and gave birth to the future King of Rome.”

"You like this 'pet' very much, right?" Pomona asked with a smile.

"I really want to know what kind of story it would be if he chose a family." Hathor shook her beautiful calves, shaking them so hard that it made people feel unbearable.

"Perhaps he is afraid that he will become a Trojan prince."

"Prince Troy is hereditary, but he is not." Hathor looked at Napoleon and sighed. "Instead of choosing an Austrian princess to remarry, it would be better for him to choose the daughter of an officer in the French Legion. That woman did nothing to him except giving birth to an heir.

Not helpful.”

"What was his original dream?"
To be continued...