Chapter 1222 Parisian Women (9)

After night falls, St. Luke's Palace is brightly lit, and many carriages pulling building materials come and go.

Its scale is actually not smaller than Versailles at all, but its reputation is not as great as Versailles. After the Revolution, Versailles has become synonymous with corruption and has been abandoned after being robbed.

St. Luke's was also robbed, but now it is being rebuilt as a palace in use, and the building materials are used for maintenance and decoration.

A group of cavalry wore cape-style jackets with green background and red edges, riding Arabian horses, carrying Muluk swords on their waists, and bearskin hats on their heads. They patrolled energetically, as if it was daytime rather than night.

These soldiers were the "favorite" guards of the future French emperor. They were elites selected from the chasseurs.

If Versailles is like a dignified and polite lady, then the Saint-Luc Palace as a royal resort does not have that solemn atmosphere and looks relaxed and charming, making it a very suitable place for a mistress.

But it is such a place, but it is the seat of the Senate, the House of Five Hundred and the Army Staff. It is located in the suburbs of Paris. Unlike the Tuileries Palace, which only has a place for equestrian training, there is a very spacious venue, enough

Set up formation training for infantry and cavalry.

Saint-Luc's Palace was both their camp and the place they defended. Even when the First Consul was away, Saint-Luc's Palace was the center of intelligence, battle planning, communications and military mail.

It is not easy to break into such a heavily guarded place, not to mention the fact that there are secret police and purifiers hired from the United States. They are mixed among these soldiers and it is difficult to distinguish them.

Severus took out his pocket watch, but it stopped at four-twenty-five in the morning, and no needle moved.

He put away his pocket watch, cast a disembodiment spell on himself, and then sneaked into the shadows.

He wanted to find a lonely person and "borrow" his clothes.

Peeves also has a hat, and these ghosts who don't know they are dead should also be able to wear it, but Polyjuice Potion is probably useless here, and hair is also part of the "matter". These ghosts don't have it, although regardless of their

His skin color and complexion looked more like a living person than the pale Severus.

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After Maria, Miss "Georgiana" had a new maid, Leah. I am afraid that except for her, no one in St. Luke's Palace had any reaction to the death of a person.

When she bowed to Miss "Georgiana" for the first time, her face was full of fear, as if she thought her life was in danger.

Napoleon had two male servants. One was a Frenchman. He wore trousers and stockings, similar to the nobles of the old times. The other was dressed like a Turk and had a Mamluk sword on his waist. He was beautiful and tall, but cold.

Yes, he looks like he doesn't like to talk.

They were packing Napoleon's luggage. As a person who wandered around all year round, his luggage really didn't have much, at least much less than the luggage Ross had when he took the Titanic in the movie.

The suitcases containing clothes were placed in the bedroom, and the books he had recently read were placed in the small conference room outside the bedroom. There was a red velvet recliner, the kind that a psychiatrist would use to lay down his patients when they see him. There was no desk.

, but there is a small gold-plated round table where you can have afternoon tea.

After Severus gained some social status, he no longer wanted to live in the wooden house he lived in when he was a child. He returned to Spider End Lane because of work needs. Only women would foolishly choose to stay in a commoner's apartment instead of a noble suite for the sake of love.

A place to "experience life".

The founders of Rome were two baby boys who were raised by wolves. It is very difficult for them to remember the human emotion of gratitude, as is the case in wolf society.

If Napoleon divorced Josephine like this, it would inevitably make her feel heartbroken. Is it true that he forgave her? Is it just a show for the world to see?

"Oh, so you are here." Napoleon's sister, Polina, suddenly appeared at this time.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she looked...

"Let me help you, where should I put Napoleon's clothes?" Paulina asked.

"That cabinet." Pomona trembled, pointing to the cabinet where the clothes were best.

Polina opened the ivory cabinet door.

"Why do you have so few clothes?" Polina said in a fuss.

"I don't need that much," Pomona said dully.

"It doesn't matter, we have to buy new ones anyway." Polina walked to the door between the small conference room and the bedroom and closed it. "Don't care what he told you, don't let him get what he wants tonight.

That's the kind of character he has."

Pomona felt like there was a thunderstorm in her head, which shocked her so much that she almost fainted.

"How many men have you dated?" Polina asked as she opened her suitcase.

"1."

"Just one?" Polina held a blue colonel's uniform in her hand.

"Should I be ashamed or proud?" Pomona rolled her eyes.

"Then you probably haven't experienced how good men are at begging to achieve their goals, and how many promises they make that cannot be fulfilled." Polina put the uniform in the cabinet, with Pomona hanging next to it.

Wearing white pajamas, the visual impact made her mind go blank.

Look, you slut, you have such shameful thoughts in your mind.

This was the only thing she could think about.

She quickly took out her nightgown, her cheeks flushed.

Polina looked her up and down with eyes like Napoleon's.

"What are you doing?" The old professor was so angry that he was looked at by a 20-year-old girl.

"You are British, and we are negotiating peace with Britain. Do you now understand the purpose of Napoleon moving to you?" Polina said in a sophisticated tone, "I hope you can take this opportunity to squeeze out that old woman.

, but Napoleon has deep feelings for her, and the less he gets, the more he will put his thoughts on you, so don't be soft-hearted and listen to his sweet words."

"What can I do? Drive him to sleep outside?"

"You dare to drive away from the First Consul's bed, you are so brave." Polina said with a smile, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Pomona roared in anger.

"That's your problem." Polina said irresponsibly, and started packing Napoleon's luggage again.

From historical records, Napoleon's emotions seem to be quite simple, but I really don't see him having this side.

But even though Napoleon didn't understand women, he was also a victorious general. He compared fighter planes with women. Although he seemed to have a less angular face, he had an ambition.

Modern Hannibal, God of War Napoleon, how many women are not fascinated by his "heroic deeds"?

Even if you are not fascinated by this, the feeling of being in the limelight is enough to make you intoxicated. If you are not intoxicated in this dazzling scene, it will be difficult to stay awake. After all, the prosperous Paris is not the frozen Scotland.

Albus returned to Hogwarts after defeating Grindelwald. He saw through many things, but there were also things he couldn't see through, and power was one of them.

Queen Regent is a very dazzling title, but Pomona feels that she is probably not suitable for it.

This is a bait. In addition to his excellent military command, Napoleon is also good at rhetoric, unlike his lame love poems, which seem to have nothing more than kisses.

When he was not angry or accusing or cursing, his eyes were charming and deep, just like before, they reminded her of an animal like a deer.

"You told him you told me about the rumors?" Pomona asked.

"There is no need for me to say it. It is being spread in the streets and alleys now." Polina said, "Napoleon attaches great importance to this matter. You must be careful about this topic."

'You can't control other people's tongues, nor can you control other people's thoughts, so why should you control me?'

Pomona thought of what he just said. It was a double entendre, and she had to read it carefully to understand.

She sighed, not knowing what to worry about for a moment, the turbulent situation or how to spend the night tonight.

"I hate you, Hathor." Pomona muttered and put the nightgown in the next cabinet.

A bigger room meant more wardrobes, and the bed was so big that she thought she was living in a tent.

If Napoleon sleeps in a dream, will he wake up?

She was really curious.
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