Chapter 1226 The sky and the earth are covered

While Leah was helping Pomona make her bed, Napoleon's French valet Gondence brought his camp bed into the bedroom.

He placed it next to the super-large bed full of Baroque style. Perhaps the reason why the citizens who robbed St. Luke's did not snatch the bed away was because it was too big. It reminded me of Louis XIV.

Fifteen years of luxurious life, there may have been several people lying on this bed at the same time.

In comparison, Napoleon's camp bed was very small. Leah glanced at Miss "Georgiana" and said nothing. She was the only maid in "Georgina". If any news leaked, then

That's definitely what she said.

Pomona was so satisfied with Napoleon's performance that she even didn't mind sleeping on the camp bed herself and gave up the big bed to the First Consul of France.

During the Triwizard Tournament, Pomona felt that the girls from Brebaton seemed a little arrogant. Now she knows that French women are spoiled by men.

"Did the First Consul sleep on it while he was on the march?" Pomona asked Gundance.

"Yes, Mademoiselle Georgiana." Gondence replied immediately. "My master always carries it with him. He said that if the bed becomes uncomfortable, he can sleep on the camp bed."

"You're the only one here, can you handle it?"

"The palace steward of the previous dynasty is still alive, and I am learning from him." Gundams said, "The first lady has to learn palace etiquette every day. Apart from these, we are pretty much the same as before."

From learning to dance to learning etiquette?

Pomona raised her eyebrows and made no comment.

The camp bed was very easy to set up and lay out, and Gundams finished it quickly. Pomona looked at the thin quilt, and inexplicably thought of the heavy snow in Russia. Can such a quilt withstand the severe cold in Siberia?

These issues were originally for Josephine to consider, but she might have preferred Napoleon to show concern for her. If her husband was not a great man, it would be normal for her to think so.

When they met, the young Napoleon was of lower status than her, but she stopped growing and Napoleon did not, and this sense of disparity emerged.

Most women cannot bear the hard life of marching, but how much colder can Siberia be than Scotland? There are also long winters there.

Pomona shook her head to get rid of the ridiculous thoughts in her mind. She was really "in the fun".

After getting ready for bed, Napoleon still did not return to the bedroom. He probably ran out to work again.

Pomona didn't bother to care so much, so she directly picked up a book and started reading. This Corsican bandit actually attacked the church library. The book she held in her hand was in Latin, and the papyrus was densely packed with fine lines.

The story of Saint Louis and the Crown of Thorns was written in handwriting.

Yes, it was the crown of thorns that was placed on the head of Jesus by the Roman soldiers when he was crucified. At that time, the Latin nobles of Constantinople were in urgent need of money, so they sold this most precious holy object to the French.

Louis IX.

This book describes in detail the process of identifying the authenticity of the Crown of Thorns and transporting it from Constantinople to Paris. It even describes the process of Louis IX wearing a burlap robe to welcome the Holy Crown. Because of this incident, even Louis

The cassock worn by the ninth king was also regarded as a sacred object and stored in Notre Dame de Paris. When the Revolution broke out, Notre Dame de Paris, as the venue for important religious ceremonies and ceremonies for the French king, was severely damaged, except for the statue of Our Lady in the inner courtyard of the church.

Unexpectedly, other sculptures were damaged and the church bell was melted.

I didn’t hear the church bells ringing at Pomona in the Tuileries Palace. Nowadays, the common people are very sensitive to this sound. They don’t know whether the “real” Crown of Thorns was destroyed in the Revolution, or whether it was stolen by the pious man.

The monks kept it secret.

This crown of thorns was first obtained during the Crusades and was acquired by the Baldwin family. Louis IX is said to have spent all the money in the treasury to purchase this crown of thorns. It is a treasure for believers. Some people will go bankrupt like Saint Louis.

Bought. Under the leadership of Louis IX, the victory-loving French suffered two defeats during the Crusades and the treasury was completely wiped out. He is still considered the best French king.

He was even canonized and became Saint Louis. If Napoleon could have invited this crown of thorns back to Notre Dame after defeating Waterloo, his prestige might not have been so greatly affected.

This still depends on the attitude of the church. Pomona can understand the reason why Pius VII has been delaying. Louis XVIII is now in exile overseas. If Pius VII establishes diplomatic relations with Napoleon, then Louis XVIII will be re-established with the support of the royalists in the country.

Once he ascends the throne, the church will be in an awkward situation. Will he go to the coronation ceremony of the King of France in the future?

Moreover, he must also take into account the attitudes of other European Catholic countries. People will always die in wars. Some members of the anti-French alliance have deep hatred for France, but Pomona does not know how long Napoleon's patience will last.

He is already a dead man, why is he still so impatient?

He was definitely the strangest ghost she had ever seen. He was actually hot. This might be related to his love of warming himself by the fire and taking hot baths during his lifetime.

It is precisely because of this that he does not look like an undead at all.

"What are you looking at?"

Napoleon stood in the doorway of his bedroom in his dressing gown.

It was not fancy, but rather just like ordinary home clothes, and the feet were wearing a pair of old slippers with worn soles.

"The process of Louis IX transporting the Crown of Thorns from Constantinople to Paris." She closed the book in her hand, propped up the bed with her hands, and let herself sit up halfway. "I originally thought there was a shocking story.

, for example, someone robbed or something, but the journey turned out to be smooth.”

He laughed, walked to the bed and sat down, taking the book away from her hand.

"Do you know Latin?"

"That's the foundation," Pomona said.

"Can you read it to me?"

"I have another question for you."

"What do you want to ask?"

"I heard that the soldiers in your army don't sleep in tents, only you have them. Is this because of the general's privileges?"

"No, you should say it is the privilege of writing." Napoleon flipped through the books in his hand. "Tents are harmful to health and the air is not circulated well. They are only needed for those officers who need to use maps and write documents. Campfires can quickly put soldiers to sleep nearby.

The land is baked dry, wooden boards or straw can be used to block the wind and snow, and soldiers can fall asleep with their feet facing the campfire."

"What if it rains?"

"There are other rain-proof gadgets. They are more effective than tents. We use tents to protect the wood and grass roofs. If everyone in a battalion uses tents, it will take five horses to pull them. Horses are the best

It is used to transport food. In addition, enemy spies and scouts will confirm the configuration and number of the army through the number of tents. On the contrary, when the troops are arranged in two or three rows of camping, the enemy can only see it from a distance.

They often think of smoke as mist, and they can't count all the campfires, but they can easily count the tents and draw a tent configuration diagram."

"Oh." Pomona suddenly realized that she originally thought that was the emperor's prerogative.

"The battalion commanders will live in tents. They are often together with the officers who write documents. They are also used as calibration objects when encountering night attacks. Our infantry square is like this." He picked up Pomona's palm.

, she drew a square on her palm with her fingertips. "There are things that need to be protected in this hollow square array. We used it during the Battle of the Pyramids, baggage, scholars, and items found on the way. Except for a few people in the front row of the column,

, the people at the back actually did not engage in the battle at all. I moved the soldiers in the back row to the front row, thus expanding the actual engagement area. The only advantage of having more people is that it can make us more courageous. Although we only have six rows of soldiers, we have no

We plan to have soldiers wearing armor and directly collide with each other like the Mamluks and the cold weapon era. Armor actually hinders movement, and wearing lightweight clothes will make them more flexible."

Pomona took her hand back.

His fingertips tickled her palms, and she felt her heart beating faster.

"There are two kinds of power in the world, the sword and the power of the spirit. In the long run, the sword will always be defeated by thought." After a period of silence, Napoleon said, "I once told you that I do not reject it.

Flattery, if no one says flattery, no one will fear me, and people will think that I am worse than a commoner. Now I want to tell you, just tell you, even if I am willing to listen to the truth, how many people are willing to tell it?

?I actually really want to live a solitary life, have you ever been to Marie Antoinette’s Trianon?”

Pomona shook her head.

"My mother lives there now. It's a good place to escape from the world. Across the canal and the botanical garden is the Grand Trianon. It's a rose stone building. How about we go there and stay for a while?"

"I do not understand……"

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to find some peace and quiet. If I move here, it will look weird if you don't go." He gently pinched her fingertips. "What's more, I have someone I want to introduce to you."

Pomona was stunned as if struck by lightning.

"You want to introduce your mother to me?" Pomona exclaimed.

"No." He smiled and shook his head, "Where did you want to go?"

The old professor who is almost fifty seems to have been tricked by this 30-year-old boy.

But if he was born in 1769, he would be an old monster over 200 years old, while she is still young.

"Then who do I want to see?" she said with a blush.

"Your guardian, the law requires you to have one."

Pomona stared at this dictatorial first consul who could add or delete French civil laws by himself. She turned her back and got into bed, not wanting to pay attention to him anymore.

"He is as British as you." Napoleon whispered into her ear, "You British people sometimes have the power to impress people."

She was trembling with fear.

This soft whisper is more terrifying than a roar.

"Have sweet dreams, Georgiana." Napoleon kissed her forehead and said good night to me.

"Good night." She obeyed the order immediately.

"There is nothing else to say."

"Good night, Lion King."

He shook his head.

"Good night, my lion," she said instead.

"Good night, my princess." He whispered, then stood up, lowered the bed curtains, and the surroundings were suddenly enveloped in darkness.
To be continued...