Chapter 1238 Up is down

There are currently very few bridges built from the left bank to the right bank of the Seine. There are not as many bridges as there are in Venice anyway, so you have to take a boat to cross the river.

Judging from the current water quality of the Seine River, the feeling of rafting on the river was not wonderful. Fortunately, the journey was not too far. They quickly reached the other side and got off the boat at the pier near the Louvre Museum.

This is France's repertoire. When entertaining foreign guests, they will inevitably go to the Louvre. The large influx of people in Paris also needs work, so building the Louvre is actually similar to building the pyramids.

She looked at the Louvre Museum, which was still under construction, and was filled with emotions for a moment.

Because the First Consul was coming, Denon, the curator of the Louvre, came to greet him personally, followed by other staff.

Pomona wanted to find Champollion among these people. She wanted to ask him if there was a way to leave this world. Unfortunately, she only knew Champollion's name and had not seen his portrait, so she could not find out.

I found him among so many people.

On this occasion, the girl became the foil. Mr. Jenner was surrounded by men wearing black coats. It seemed that Napoleon had really spent a lot of money for this reception.

A scholar who was not taken seriously in his own country received such warm hospitality in a foreign country. Why would he still be obsessed with the country that rejected him?

Scholars are like this, and so are generals. Prince Eugen also went to Germany after being depressed in France.

There is a feeling of loneliness, when you can't find anyone who understands you in the vast sea of ​​people.

It's rare to find someone who understands you completely.

But what should you do if you find that person, but they don’t have so much time to give you to make you feel that kind of happiness?

His world is so big, it doesn't matter if she is there or not.

Just like the famous paintings in the Louvre, it will take a long time for someone to discover that a missing painting is missing.

At that time, people thought of looking for her, but they searched for her for a long time but could not find her. From then on, there was something missing on the wall.

People often don’t know how to cherish until they lose something. Unfortunately, by then it’s already too late.

"Don't think that Papa really likes you." Hortense came over to "accompany" Pomona at this time. "He loves my mother."

"I know." Pomona said calmly. She still remembered that he locked himself in his room for two days after Josephine died.

"You..." Hortense looked at her with some fear.

"Do you know Leonardo da Vinci?" Pomona asked.

"Know."

"When he was a young man with little fame, it was the Grand Duke of Milan who discovered him. Without the Grand Duke of Milan, Leonardo might have been forced to change his career to another career. Your mother is the Grand Duke of Milan. She discovered you.

My father's man, Leonardo da Vinci, was recognized as an Italian, but he was buried in France after his death. If you tell people that he is a Frenchman, not only will they not think that what you are saying is reasonable, they will even think that you are being unfair.

Insulting celebrities and betrayal is not a trivial matter, I am just an interlude and he will soon forget about it for other things."

Perhaps because she had never seen someone so aware of current affairs, Hortense fell silent again.

"I'm glad you were so protective of your mother even though she asked you to marry someone you didn't like," Pomona said.

"Stop talking!" said Hortense angrily.

"He thinks marriage is too simple," Pomona said. "Some people have politics in their veins, but he understands upper class society from the perspective of an ordinary citizen."

"What do you know?" Hortense whispered.

"I'll tell you a story. The Egyptians worshiped baboons as gods because they represent wise men. When a new baboon becomes the leader, it will show favor to the lower-level baboons and groom them, and the lower-level baboons will also groom them.

Grooming, sometimes people are not as smart as a monkey." Pomona muttered, "If you really love your parents so much and want them to be together, just do some things that adults should do, and I will help you, but you

If you tell me what you just said again, I will ignore you. I would rather think about social contract theory than argue with you about who your father likes. Do you know what social contract theory is?"

"I know," Hortense said tremblingly.

"Very good, what books do you usually read?" Pomona asked again.

"Ghost Stories."

Pomona wanted to crack open the girl's skull with something to see what was inside.

"We often tell ghost stories when we get together." Hortense said aggrievedly, "Mother also said that there is the ghost of Queen Marie in the Tuileries Palace."

"She is going to Versailles as well. How long will she stay at the Tuileries Palace?"

"Papa often stayed in the little drawing room where she used to live. She was there," Hortense said. "Mother didn't often stay in the Tuileries because she was afraid of her ghost."

Pomona understood, no wonder "they" appeared.

"You are different from those women." Hortense stared at Pomona and said, "My mother always felt that Papa had a woman in his heart, but she was illusory, but you made her real. Without you, he would definitely

Will come back to us."

"Does your mother think that she can be forgiven for any mistakes she makes?" Pomona couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Is that why she is so fearless?"

Hortense made no answer.

"Some mistakes cannot be made even once. Even if you don't lose your head and body like Antoinette, you will become completely passive like your mother. What's the use of threatening me and cursing me, child? I

It won't be the first one, nor will it be the last one. The scolding you just did to me will only make you change your identity. Can you do anything else besides being jealous?"

"Why do you teach me a lesson!"

Appeared, the ultimate curse!

Then she realized, hey, this is not a school, and she doesn't have to endure being hit in the head twice by Ron Weasley throwing pods like before.

"Get out of my sight!" Pomona growled fiercely.

Hortense first obeyed the order and left, then fell back, saw Pomona's terrifying expression, and left again.

Pomona breathed a sigh of relief.

This feeling is so relieving.

Every child is a "baby". If parents knew that Pomona was so cruel to their children just now, they would feel distressed. They might even go to the principal to complain, complaining that she is not good at teaching and that her educational methods are brutal and brutal.

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With this little episode, Pomona's next visit to the Louvre will not be so boring.

Later, collective actions turned into small group actions, small groups gradually turned into individuals, and she wandered alone again.

She looked at Raphael's Madonna painting on the wall. Although she was alone, she did not feel lonely. She felt a long-lost tranquility.

"Can I join?" she heard someone say in French with a Corsican accent.

"What to join?" Pomona said with a smile.

"It's a magical relationship between you and the master." Napoleon said, "If you like it, you can take it back with you."

Pomona was a little confused.

Her reaction amused Napoleon, who pointed to Raphael's Madonna painting and "send it to the Grand Trianon."

Then some staff actually took it off the wall.

Pomona looked at the empty space on the wall and felt it was very unrealistic.

"Take a walk and see if there is anything you like." Napoleon turned sideways and motioned to ladies first, "You can hang any works you like in the palace."

That's the benefit of power, Pomona looked at Napoleon.

"I just taught Hortense a lesson."

"What did you say about her?"

"Baboon," Pomona said.

Napoleon frowned.

"Egyptian gods." Pomona told him the myth she had told Hortense before.

"I know you want to be the newly appointed baboon king to appease the baboons at the bottom, but I don't think I'm suitable to go." Pomona sighed, "I don't look like the Virgin Mary."

"Has Dubois come to see you?" he asked knowingly.

Pomona nodded.

"Tell me what you think?"

"A monarch should leave things that cause criticism to others and do the favors himself. I don't want to make so many enemies." Pomona sighed and said, "I am a foreign woman. If others want to retaliate against me,

Quite simply, I don't want to be the victim of the guillotine."

"This is true in theory. In fact, people leave all the harsh work to the monarch. Ministers only do favors. Everyone knows the benefits of being loved." Napoleon sneered and said, "In order to appease those greedy big shots, I

It can only make the people dissatisfied."

"Aren't you worried that you will lose the support of the people?"

Napoleon looked around, as if to make sure there was no one around.

"Foreign woman, what do you think of French people?"

"They love winning," Pomona said.

"Yes, it is a victory, and it is an enchanting victory. As long as there is victory, no matter how generous those ministers are, the people will always support me. In order to win the war, I need those generals, even if I know they are

Doing illegal things." He touched Pomona's cheek with the back of his hand. "I am not afraid of being despised by others, because I have established great achievements. People will admire me and hate me no matter what, and I will have the strength to fight against them.
To be continued...