Chapter 1349 The Fable of the Bee (Part 2)

She dreamed of a swarm of bees, which were working diligently in and out of the hive, making a slight buzzing sound when their wings flapped.

These bees brought prosperity to the hive. Napoleon's family emblem was a bee. This association made his face appear in front of her at once.

She tried to block his beautiful hands, but her resistance was in vain.

She was very tired and wanted to rest, but her young and vigorous energy made him have no intention of stopping.

This lounge chair is actually very suitable for taking a nap in the afternoon. He is indeed very thoughtful, but she hopes that he can be more restrained.

Severus was the same before, he would rather drink potions than exercise restraint in this area.

Would they still love her if she didn't have the beauty that comes with her Veela blood?

This question is like asking Remus if you would be happy if you were not a werewolf.

Maybe he would live a peaceful and stable life without meeting Tonks, a silly girl who didn't care about anything and just wanted to be with him.

She shouldn't deny the aspect of being a monster like Remus. This is Albus's education, because he always hides that he is a homosexual.

But she felt so ashamed that she wished she could cover herself up with something.

"Don't move." She heard Leon's voice say. He was sitting on a chair, looking at Georgiana lying on the lounge chair, as if admiring a portrait.

"Go away!" She turned her back to him with the thin silk quilt covering her body, covering herself tightly.

"I have read Shakespeare's works. I used to think that he was not comparable to Corneille or Racine. Reading Shakespeare is of no use at all." He said behind her back, "I'm really ashamed."

I treat my eyes as a painter and paint your portrait on my heart.

She thought of that poem. When she first read it, she didn't know what to think, but she connected it with the Mona Lisa and the soldier who liked to look at her in the bedroom.

It's a pity that Mona Lisa is a fake beauty. She is fictional and not as natural and vivid as a real living woman.

She slowly turned her head. The man in the colonel's uniform looked stunned for a moment, and then she pointed to the vase with dahlias on the table, "Bring it to me."

The First Consul of France, like a soldier, obeyed her order and brought the flowers and the vase together.

"Choose the one you like and put it on me." She said softly, "Put the rest as you like."

He did it again, choosing a pink dahlia and placing it in her gray hair.

Then he took a half step back like a painter finishing his last stroke, admiring his work.

"still got more."

"No need." He looked at her carefully, "What a masterpiece."

"I want to eat candy."

"Tell me, what kind of candy do you want to eat?" he said generously.

"Trick or treat." She said in English, "I want to give out some candy to the children on Halloween."

"It's not that bad now."

"I said I want to eat it, and I also want to vaccinate the children."

He looked happy and looked like he wanted to pounce on me.

"Don't move," she warned. "Sit down over there."

Bonaparte sighed and followed her instructions and returned to the chair he was sitting on before. His whole body was full of rebelliousness, like a soldier who disobeyed orders.

"Why are you here? Where is Mr. Martin?"

"Why did you come to him?"

"I want to ask him about Frankfurt."

"You ask, and I'll answer you."

"Today Gordan told me that there is a Jew who wants to meet me, and I am thinking of having some practical contact with the Prince of Wales through him."

"What?" he asked in a deafening voice.

"If the Prince of Wales is short of money, you can lend him money to spend, and he will not be so constrained by the Parliament in the future. There is one Jewish brother in England and one in France."

He rubbed his nose and said, "That's it?"

"There is another person in his family who is doing smuggling business, and he is using Murat's arm. Someone asked me if I would also do smuggling business in Frankfurt."

He stared at her for a while and then asked, "That's all you told me?"

"I don't want to do smuggling, I want to open a sugar factory. Didn't you say you wanted to open it in Frankfurt?"

"right."

"Currently, sugar beets cannot be promoted, and the technology is not complete. Even if it is put into production, the cost is very high. Before reducing costs, I want to use British sugar first. When the technology is complete in the future, you can earn back the market."

"Are you helping me or the British?"

"what you think?"

He was shaking his legs restlessly and looked frizzy.

"You came just to watch me sleep?"

"No." He still couldn't hold it back and sat directly next to the recliner, leaned over and kissed her.

"I want to kiss you." He said in a poetic tone, "Just like the waves kiss the rocks, thousands of times, until the rocks turn into fine sand."

"Bad thing, you made me so angry yesterday and today!" She punched him with her fist.

"Then hit me." He moved his face closer, "If you pamper me so much, you will spoil me bad."

"How can I pamper you?"

"Whatever I want, you can find a way to get it for me. What do you want?"

"I want to see the laws written by Carnot."

"You can ask me, I've seen it."

"Then tell me what makes those bankers crazy."

He also lay on the lounge chair, and then let Georgiana lie on his arms.

"Do you know what debt collectors fear most?"

"Not even the money."

"No, it's because we don't pay back money when we go bankrupt. We divide the disaster into different grades. If next year is the same as this year, or if the performance is worse, no interest will be charged. But if there is a bumper harvest, we will have to repay the principal with interest.

Yes, we charge an interest rate of 7%, which can be repaid in installments."

"So high?" She climbed up and looked at the vampire.

"Do you know about finger coupons?"

She nodded.

"What I remember most clearly is the price of meat. When the coupons were first issued, you could buy a pound of meat for 5 sous. Later, it became 20 sous per pound. Do you think how many times the price has increased?"

She lowered her head and calculated. If next year was still a year of famine, food prices would rise. It would take some time for food prices to stabilize, so she lay back down again.

"You are not allowed to bully the peasants." She nodded Napoleon's nose in the Greek style. "You bad guys."

"I'm still worried about those farmers who have joined forces to owe money and won't pay back." He opened his mouth and tried to bite her finger. "And my horses, what if they are very hungry and kill them and eat them."

"It shouldn't happen." She recalled the scene she saw in the countryside.

"I sent you to a wealthy place. Some country people are no different from beasts. How could I send you to such a dangerous and remote place?" He touched her waist in an unseemly manner. "Do you think you and Polina are the same?"

Who is the most beautiful woman in Europe?"

"I don't want that kind of reputation," she said seriously, "and you're not afraid of others writing nonsense about me."

"Rousseau believed that humans are compassionate and sensitive animals. Horses cannot bear to trample living creatures, and mothers will risk their lives to protect their children. However, Mandeville believed that if there are too many diligent and respectful bees in the hive, the hive will be damaged.

It will lead to decline, do you think which of them is right?"

"I hope Rousseau is right," she pouted.

"I hope so too." He touched her belly, "How about we change the reward?"

"What about what I just told you?"

"We'll talk about it later." Bonaparte smelled her scent. "What else has he done that I haven't done?"

"There's one more thing." She lied, then stood up and held his collar like a rope, "Follow me."

"where to?"

"Dining room."

A surprised light immediately appeared in his eyes.

Georgiana turned around so that he could not see her face.

She would not fool around with him on the sofa, either because of Hathor's warning or because Bonaparte had said that any sofa could cause sexual intercourse.

Her original intention was peace talks, and God knows where the Amiens Peace Treaty is now.

In order to put an end to her thoughts, she told the public that she was infertile.
Chapter completed!