Chapter 1326 "Little People"

Georgiana fully understood the French arrangements.

Whether it is watching her to prevent her from being with other men, or betraying France's interests to the British, Mrs. Montesquieu's help is needed to monitor her.

In fact, she learned a lot from being with Madame Montesquieu. In a certain respect, Madame Montesquieu represented Montesquieu himself.

She needs to try her best to maintain the dignity of her "husband", instead of letting him abuse his power or power in order to stand up for her. This will not only cause disputes, but also make others look down on her and think that she is the kind of person who depends on someone to support her.

A woman who behaves recklessly.

And she was more worried about the strong sense of insecurity than the issue of dignity. Ubrard reminded her of the Jacobins, and then of the assassination on December 24, 1800. The last time there was Hatto

You helped protect him, who will protect him this time?

That "prophecy" was based on historical data. The world now has nothing to do with "history". She was very afraid that her own trouble would cause him to die young like Caesar.

Or worse, he becomes Antony, sells out "Rome's" interests to "Egypt", and then he is killed by the angry French and paraded through the streets.

Either way was worse than being a prisoner, and she believed that she could make his prison life very different, like a vacation, as long as he "lived".

Napoleon Bonaparte has been dead for 200 years, how could he still be alive?

However, the impact of Waterloo has continued into the 21st century, and even the closed wizarding world knows his name.

She had an uncontrollable sense of vanity. A little female teacher actually got together with the First Consul of France. With just one word, she could make the British Royal Navy give way to French merchant ships. Wasn't this a dream or something else?

She didn't want this dream to end, and now she would become one of those people she once laughed at who was so intoxicated in her dreams that she couldn't wake up.

In this time of famine, as a leader, Bonaparte should not enjoy sumptuous food, but the tableware can still be luxurious.

Lunch time was one of the few breaks in his day, and she shouldn't have made him unhappy at this time.

However, she chose the truth over happiness. Although the truth is ugly and dirty, it does not have to be the same as Marie Antoinette. When she wakes up from the dream, it is also the day when her head is cut off. Living in the Tuileries Palace is nothing

, staying is difficult.

"It's time for you to go back to Malmaison, Leon." She said in a calm tone. "Be careful with your 'balance'."

"I'll go over after the ceremony is over." He said in a very cold tone.

"I have a very bad feeling." She tried her best to control her tone so as not to offend him.

"Is it related to the necklace around your neck?" Leon smiled frivolously, "I'm starting to understand how he feels now."

"It's dangerous... Do you remember what happened last Christmas?" She breathed rapidly, "Otherwise we won't go."

He stopped smiling.

"I want to go." He said stubbornly.

She didn't willfully say she didn't want to go and let him accommodate her.

Invitations have been sent out, and not only members of the Bonaparte family, but also foreign envoys, government officials and church people will attend. The ceremony will be held at the quay of D'orsay, opposite the quay of Duy

Larry's Palace.

The construction of the Ourc River and the Saint-Martin Canal has already begun, and he is the kind of person who does what he says.

"Bring more guards," she said sadly, "and bring a sword."

He sighed, as if he had lost his appetite for dining, pushed away his chair and stood up.

But he didn't just leave, but walked to her side and held her head in his arms.

"The wine bottle has been opened, it must be dried. Be strong, princess."

"Is this how you inspire your soldiers?"

"I tell them, 4,000 years of history looks down on you."

"Should I help you take care of the accounts?" she whispered. "Today Louis and I talked a lot about how ladies manage the household."

"I have a palace steward, and I like to check the accounts myself. This is my pleasure." He stroked her hair. "I am very good at numbers. I know you don't like it."

She started to cry.

She seems to have been in love with the dead.

"Do you believe in fate?" he whispered.

"I don't believe in fate," she cried. "I hate prophecies!"

"I'm the opposite of you. I believe in fate, not prophecy." Bonaparte said with a smile, "I thought I was going to eat the chicken after the prophecy."

"What chicken?" she stopped crying.

"Don't you have to kill chickens when doing divination?"

"No!" she said fiercely, "Who told you that?"

"I saw it with my own eyes." He said seriously.

"Are you making me laugh?"

"Did you laugh?"

She was no longer sad now, wiped away her tears and smiled at him.

"You are like a rose dipped in dew." Bonaparte said in a poet-like tone, "Perfect."

"Are you drunk even if you haven't drank any alcohol?" She remembered Uvlar's question at this moment, "I met someone this morning..."

"I know, your maid told me." He said with a cold face, returned to his seat and sat down, and continued to chew the bread angrily.

At this time, he had no aristocratic temperament at all and looked like a scoundrel, but he sat down to eat anyway, unlike before when he regarded eating as completing a task or a waste of time.

"Leon, I don't want others to say you abused your power..."

"I would rather be said to have abused my power." Bonaparte interrupted her angrily. "If I hadn't had any use for him..."

"Don't use eunuchs. Ancient Chinese emperors used eunuchs to cause so much trouble." Georgiana also interrupted him. "I would rather you duel with others than see that kind of neither male nor female person appear in front of me."

"duel?"

"My husband will definitely challenge you to a duel, are you afraid?"

"If I die, will you leave with him? Continue to live with him as if nothing happened?" he asked.

"You're a troublemaker." She said with some pain, but she couldn't think of how to answer this question.

"I am a Corsican, and Corsicans believe in vendetta. This is what I repay you for what you gave me last time." Bonaparte said coldly, "What are the conditions you told Ubrard?"

"Let the British expel the royalists and send me engineers." She also said coldly, "Your industry is terrible."

"Nothing else?"

"He asked me to treat him as a real princess, but I didn't agree. I don't want to be a bird in a golden cage." She ate the tasteless bread angrily. "I want to eat meat!"

"If you eat meat, you can't eat with me." He said, "I want to eat fish from the Mediterranean. Can the British warships allow French fishing boats to fish in the deep sea?"

"I'll write to Ubral later."

"No, you can only write letters to me." He said again arrogantly.

"Then how do I contact him?"

"How do I know this? Aren't you very smart?"

In frustration, she threw the bread in her hand at the bastard.

He avoided it.

"Don't waste food, pick it up and eat it."

She stood up and left the table.

Only the nobles of Louis XV would crawl under the table to pick up handkerchiefs for the king, and she would not do this.

"Can't I just eat?"

She had only taken two steps when Bonaparte said from behind her, and then he actually picked up the bread on the ground and ate it.

"If you agree to go back, I will date you." She said, "Also, you really have to pay attention to safety."

"Sit down and eat." He said a little tiredly, so Georgiana sat back to her original position to eat.

Facts have proved that even with a beautiful environment and delicious food, French cuisine is still incomplete, just like the sumptuous dinner she once had at Hugo's house, but it was like a thief's dinner.

The good thing was that they danced a bit after the meal, but this time she didn't want to dance anymore.

Later, she was going to ask where the Lewis Observatory was. The weather was good today and she should be able to see the bright stars at night. Such a farewell gift should satisfy him.
Chapter completed!