Chapter 1296 General Donkey

Hufflepuff Rule 48: Follow orders, if you are not the leader.

She is used to obeying orders, whether the person giving the order is Albus or Napoleon, she will act according to the leader's orders.

He actually tested her and doubted her intentions.

This matter is more serious than her own inability to give birth to a child, but the Corsican dwarf said that women who can give birth to children are the best.

Usually she would cook delicious food to relieve her mood, but now she doesn't want to go into the kitchen, she wants to do some "muscle" work.

Most of the little wizards have to take the Hogwarts Express to go to the school of witchcraft and wizardry. They just enjoy the ride on the train without thinking about how this railway came to be.

The terrain of Scotland is very mountainous, which is somewhat similar to the Alps. She wants to build a road in the mountains that is similar to a railway, except that the rails are replaced by wood.

It sounds easy, but in practice, it turns out to be very difficult. The rugged mountain roads are not convenient for horses to run, so donkeys are used as draft animals. Of course, donkeys are not as fast as horses.

To build a mountain road that is suitable for running horses, it needs to be designed, and the wheelbase of the carriage must also be unified. The wheelbase that can run an ordinary truck cannot run a gun carriage. If a gun carriage is placed, the carriage will not be able to fit on it.

The bus can be transformed into a troop carrier. She thought of everything for him, but he doubted her so much that she was almost pissed to death.

The workers are readily available, and no one will die if the roof of the house is not sealed for a day, but the palace does not have a solid enough foundation.

The land near Versailles is soft and soft, and many people died when Louis XIV was building the palace.

The Alps are made of granite, and the foundation is stable enough, but it is difficult to drill through. If engineers are allowed to do it in order to meet the design requirements, casualties will also occur.

She had to compromise on some of her demands. The speed of freight did not need to be as fast as forced march, but when forced march was needed, the track would be in the way.

The spacing of the sleepers was suitable for donkeys to run, but not suitable for horses to run, and the donkeys suitable for horses to run were not suitable. She adjusted them again and again, but they still didn't fit. She was so angry that she kicked the damn wood with her feet.

She chose to build this "toy" by the waterway outside the Palace of the Farm. The last time she tried to escape, the gondola she was riding in was still floating on the water. At that time, it was a Corsican who kicked the ground with his feet in anger.

She said she wanted to leave, but he refused to allow her to leave Paris.

A selfish and willful bastard, a stinky bastard who abused his power. The French people should overthrow this dictator instead of worshiping him.

"What are you doing?"

The dictator and his soldiers stood beside a section of repaired track, looking particularly good.

She picked up a wooden stick and was about to chase him.

Without him having to do anything himself, the soldiers around him disarmed the "weapon" in her hand.

"What are you doing here!"

"I live in this place." He said matter-of-factly.

She was so angry that she lost the ability to think and could not find any words to refute.

"Take off my shackles!" she roared.

This time he shook his head.

"It's so fierce without magic power. It's better to solve it."

She glared at the male soldiers. These were not the Guards, and she didn't know which department they were from.

They didn't dare to look at her, they looked at the sky, the ground and the water, as if they were fascinated by the scenery of the Farm Palace.

"Bad thing!" she cursed angrily. She regretted it so much that she should have learned more French curse words.

Bonaparte closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment, and said proudly, "Keep scolding."

"are you mad at me!"

"What did I do to make you angry?"

She looked at the people behind him, they had no intention of avoiding suspicion at all.

So she stomped away on her own.

Bonaparte followed her, looking unhurried and unhurried, not at all as anxious as Louis was when he was coaxing Stephanie.

When she reached a place where those people could not hear their words, she stopped and turned back to glare at him. He stood a few steps away and refused to coax her.

She recalled that she was old enough to be the mother of this young man, but it seemed that she was not qualified to enjoy the power of being coaxed as a young girl.

"I think I am the same type of person as your soldier. I will do whatever you ask me to do, but you can't doubt me." She said after calming down, "The human heart cannot withstand experiments."

"I have met many people who love money, fame and power, but I have never met someone like you."

"You can think of me as someone like Prince Eugen, and I can realize my own value with you." She said with some pain, "I don't want you to tolerate him for the benefit of France, otherwise you wouldn't be you."

"So you want me to kill him." Bonaparte nodded understandingly. "What about your vows? Either die together or live together? Are you going to die with him after he dies?"

"I don't want you to kill him either."

"I really don't understand what you women are thinking." He said patiently, "What do you want?"

"Teapot." she said suddenly.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"One time an uninvited guest came to my house, and I didn't have any porcelain to entertain her." Georgiana said expressionlessly, "There was someone there at the time. He told me to find a way to deal with it and buy a teapot later.

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"There is another man?" Bonaparte shouted in surprise.

"Can you just listen to me?" she said angrily.

"Say." He said gracefully.

"Severus said to the guest, we didn't invite you, why are you here? This is what I want, your support. I have supported you, do you support me?"

He looked at her with scrutinizing eyes.

"I've been to Venice. The locals don't like you because you took away a lot of their art, but the Italians in Milan and the Papal States like you very much. They want me to be fair. You can't always protect the French.

You said those who listen to you are your sons, do you want to treat your eldest son and your younger son differently?"

“What do they want from fairness?”

"If you want to collect taxes, just collect taxes. If you don't want to collect taxes, then don't collect taxes at all. Are you going to ignore people in other places for the sake of Lyon?"

"Tell me the truth, how much benefit have you received from others?"

"I don't take it. I just think it's the right thing to do. I know that your expedition to Italy is not for the happiness of the Italians. You need to establish your authority and ensure that your position as the First Consul is stable, but you have done a lot of things unintentionally, which makes the Italians happy."

I think there is hope in following you, I have had enough of profitable wars." She shouted excitedly, but Napoleon just looked at her calmly.

"We have a scholar there who said that there is no good war or bad peace. I think he is wrong. It has only been a few years and the trend has begun to deteriorate again. I can't see boys being bullied until they are unable to fight back and then become

I have to blame everyone and no longer believe in women and love. Do you think I felt better at the scene? If I hadn’t gone to church at that time, I was afraid that I would have nightmares at night, dreaming that it was me who was being held down. I actually don’t have to go through this.

There is one who is very good to me..."

"He has other women in his heart." Napoleon interrupted her. "I know how you feel. I am experiencing it now. You advised me not to endure it for France. Then I also advise you not to continue to endure it for the sake of oaths and morality. He

What did he do for you to deserve this?"

"He saved my life! He paid for it with his own life!" She shouted excitedly and exposed the back of her neck. There was a red spot there, which Sophie discovered when she was combing her hair.

This reminded her of the time when he was hospitalized at St. Mungo's, when he used forbidden magic, which was taught to him by Voldemort.

The Corsican laughed.

"How can you laugh!"

"You like me so much that you betrayed your man, how can I not be happy?" He said with a contented smile, "I am not the only one who is fascinated by this, are you unable to think anymore?"

She covered her face and cried.

"From the moment I met you, I knew you were my goddess of luck." Bonaparte said angrily. "Do you know what the characteristics of the goddess of luck are? When she hopes to accomplish a great cause, she

The chosen one will have great courage and virtue, but she does not want her power to be blocked to blind people's minds. Those who have not experienced adversity will not recognize her. If he blames luck, he will not be able to recognize her.

Anyone who blames himself for being lazy will not be favored by luck. If you think about him, I won't let you think about it. I will keep you busy until you have no time to think about anything else except me and work."

"Why are you such a bastard?" she whimpered.

"Only those who assist me will assist me if they know that my decision cannot be changed. Since you don't want the title, I will give you something else. I said I would let you be the Queen Regent. Are you still willing?"

"No! I want to play!"

"You woman...why are you so irresponsible!" Bonaparte was so angry that he seemed to want to strangle her to death.

"Why don't you men feel ashamed when a woman calls you irresponsible?"

At first he was so angry that he wanted to argue with her, but then he lost the battle and looked helpless with her.

"Leon, do you want to proclaim yourself emperor?" Georgiana asked. "Only if you proclaim yourself emperor can I be the queen regent."

He calmed down and looked at her quietly.

"Would you like to see Crown of Thorns?"

She nodded.

"Then let's go." He held her hand and walked back.

The soldiers and workers in the distance booed together, as if they did not regard him as the First Consul of France.
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