Chapter 1310 cheer leader

The "Civil Code" stipulates that a deceased person cannot become a notary public, a witness in a lawsuit, or a plaintiff or defendant. The marriage previously concluded by the deceased person is deemed to have been extinguished for all civil effects.

Being a notary in France is very profitable, and the First Consul of France was also a notary. His declaration that Georgiana's previous marriage was illegal was justified and well-founded, unless the civil death suddenly appeared.

If it was really a dream, why were they still sweating?

She looked at the palms of her hands. Her hands were covered in sweat like water. He didn't sweat like blood like a sweaty BMW.

Even Napoleon, the God of War, is still a mortal and he has his own weaknesses.

After the problem of women, children have become his next weakness. No matter how masculine he is, as long as he has no children, someone can laugh at him for it.

Even if a woman gives birth to an empty head, as long as she can give birth to children, she is more capable than a beautiful, smart, gentle, and kind woman.

When necessary, Georgiana would encourage him to find a woman who could bear children, let her give birth to the children, and then give them to Josephine to raise.

This feels disgusting. Boyfriends and toothbrushes cannot be shared, but compared to the bloody conflict, Georgiana will choose such a compromise, it depends on whether Josephine is willing.

She felt that she was deteriorating, becoming more and more dishonest, chaste, and kind. How could such a woman pretend to be Maria?

But she was very happy. She wrapped her legs around his waist like a vine. He was much smaller than Severus, but it was not so strenuous.

Just like how he could barely ride a big horse despite being so small, it would actually be more suitable to switch to a pony.

Since the International Statute of Secrecy has been passed, France should also have a Ministry of Magic. She remembered that the Lestrange family was very influential in France, and maybe this was the reason.

Carolan's reminder solved a big problem for the uncrowned King of France. He had a choice. He no longer had to find a noble princess of the Habsburg family to give him a bastard, as before.

She deserves a reward, and the reward is the power to rebuild the Ministry of Magic after the Revolution. As for how to operate it, it is a matter for the male members of the Lestrange family. Carolan is a girl, and she has no inheritance rights from the Lestrange family.

She listened to the other person's breathing, which felt unreal, but when she looked into his eyes, her shadow was reflected in those eyes.

"You are so beautiful, princess." He said in admiration, as if the poet's soul in him was ignited again.

"I want to ask you for something." She said with a wicked smile.

He was not unhappy, but instead lay on his side, supported his head with his hands and said with a smile, "Tell me, what do you want?"

"It makes the British feel that it is useful for me to talk around you. Do you remember what I told you about the exchange of sugar for silk?"

Now he seemed unhappy.

"I don't support the full legalization of this trade. Eating too much sugar will cause tooth decay. Moderation is a good thing." She said softly, "You still have to rein in the reins, but you can't rein in the ground so tightly."

"You want to influence me?"

"I'm telling you how I can help you. You need to make others think that I am useful, not dispensable."

"And just like the mistresses of Louis XV, don't others think that things can't be done without you?" he said angrily.

Another person would definitely be pissed off by his current attitude, but Georgiana is not angry. This is something she has learned over the years.

"Leon, I have no interest in participating in politics, but I would like to ask how your cannery is doing now?"

He recalled it quickly and quickly remembered it.

"I know you have a lot of things to do and can't handle it alone, so I want to help you share the burden. Canned food can also be used by civilians. We can store canned food in good years and use canned food to satisfy our hunger when famine occurs again. We don't have to fight with you.

I’m just as busy this time.”

"What do you want to help the British?" he said expressionlessly.

"You think about it for yourself. I think it's almost time to tell them. People will be so angry with you if you make them suffer."

"No problem." He said lazily, got up and sat against the head of the bed, but did not smoke.

This is another different habit of theirs.

There was a poison bag hanging around his neck, and there were scars on his body, but not as many as Severus's. After all, he didn't have many opportunities to go to the battlefield in person.

"You have been bullied, and so have I. I must endure this tone even if I can't bear it..."

"Aren't you jealous?" he asked. "As for the idea you just mentioned, do you mind if I am with another woman?"

"This is God's punishment for me." She said bitterly, "When I gain something, I will lose something. It is impossible for all the benefits to belong to me alone."

He started to say something in Italian. Judging from his expression at the moment, it was probably not a good thing.

"I made Corsican mandarin, do you think your mother would like it?" she asked.

"Are you trying to please my mother?" he said, staring at her.

"That's right." She admitted simply, "This is my first time to please my elders."

"Not even his parents?"

"His parents died very young, and I have never met my own parents."

"My mother doesn't want to see Josephine. She is actually a very good woman." Napoleon said, "She is just too playful."

She couldn't express her feelings at the moment.

"My mother has always wanted to ease the relationship between us." He said, "Do you think it's possible?"

She remembered that Polina had seen Napoleon after he was imprisoned.

Although the most beautiful woman in Europe had a bad reputation, she at least considered Napoleon to be her relative.

"Invite them to the ceremony, sooner or later they will have to face it," she said helplessly.

"They will probably dress up again, can you ask them to restrain themselves?"

"Do you think it's possible?" she said with a wry smile.

"They won't be like you when they become widows." He said calmly, "If it weren't for me, you would have stayed chaste for him for the rest of your life, right?"

"As long as I have a job." She answered honestly.

He said nothing.

"I think it was the illusion that he was alive that kept me going through that period. I lived in the wilderness for six years and probably looked like a crazy woman."

"That attack and your miscarriage were all your hallucinations. You haven't lost the ability to have children yet, and we still have a chance." He said softly, "Give me a daughter like you."

"You don't want a son?"

"I like whatever you give birth to." He held her hand, "This way, even if you leave one day, I can still live."

"You want to be a widower?"

"No, I don't want to, but I feel like I might lose you at any time." He said painfully, "Sooner or later, you have to give back what you have stolen."

"If you really can't bear to part with those works of art, then don't return them."

He shook off her hand and covered his eyes with both hands.

He looks like a crying child who was bullied by a bad boy.

She held his big head in her arms and patted his back gently.

"I'm British too." She said in a sweet voice, "Not all British people are so cruel."

"Is it common for your nobles and commoners to marry each other?" he whispered.

"I know quite a few people."

"Montesquieu said that England was a country very different from the rest of Europe."

"I think France is a very different country from the rest of Europe," she said with a smile.

"Besides Venice, where else have you been?"

"Switzerland, Vienna, Hungary."

"Next time you go abroad for a visit, come with me."

"Josephine should accompany you."

"She won't go. She thinks taking me to play will ruin everyone's fun. If I take her to work and don't have time to accompany her, she will be bored."

"Oh my God." She laughed, "I actually want to go abroad for a visit!"

He looked at her puzzled.

"You wouldn't understand." She kissed him, then stood up to get her sewing kit.

She and the maids made this together. It was originally planned to be used on the day of the ceremony, but now it seems that it will be brought forward.

She put on the new underwear made of handmade white lace in Venice, moving slowly and provocatively. She deliberately delayed the process of putting on the stockings very slowly, hooking the lace edge of the stockings with a garter belt, and waited until the whole set was put on.

She turned around and looked at the First Consul of France lying on the bed.

"How do I look?"

"Is that why he calls you 'naughty'?" Bonaparte said with a wicked smile.

"I won't go see your mother without wearing underwear." She said seriously.

He covered his head, looking both happy and helpless, and then said, "Is this why you want to revive the franchise?"

"How much do you think the sales of lace will increase with this?" She smiled slyly. "How much tax can you collect?"

"Money alone cannot produce strong soldiers."

"You have no money and no military pay. Those strong soldiers will mutiny. Which one do you choose?"

"Come here." He stretched out his hands towards her.

"No, it's time for you to get up. Don't forget that we are going to see your mother." She said solemnly, picking up a very conservative dress and planning to put it on.

Bonaparte immediately rolled over and got out of bed.

The servants standing at the door heard the teasing laughter behind the closed door, and they seemed to disagree, but said nothing.

They were people who had experienced the Great Revolution. Although they fled overseas, it did not affect their ability to hear domestic news at all.

There is a devil living in this house, and he actually points a cannon at unarmed civilians. Is there anyone in the world who is more terrifying than him?
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