Chapter 1401 The Beloved Concubine of Paris (5)

Napoleon's adjutant took Georgiana to the study of the Archbishop of Lyon.

At this time, Napoleon was standing by the walnut desk with his back to her. There were paper balls everywhere on the floor. Behind the desk was a fireplace. The flames in the fireplace were swaying, almost lighting up the entire desk. On the desk were placed

There was a large candlestick, and beside it stood the sword set with the Prince Regent's diamonds. The rest of the room had no candles and was shrouded in darkness.

He seemed to be reading a document and was completely unaware that Georgiana had come in, so she could only stand there and wait for him to turn around.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at her, his eyes looking a little scary.

She felt embarrassed and wanted to say something polite, but then he smiled, a slightly sarcastic smile.

"You think I don't dare to shoot you?"

"What law have I broken?" she asked dryly.

He directly drew out the sword inlaid with the regent's gem.

The sharp blade of the sword and the sound of metal friction when it was unsheathed made her afraid to move, but the sword did not cut her body, it only scratched her clothes.

He paddled very slowly, as if he was enjoying the process, and as if he was careful not to hurt her. When her clothes became torn to pieces, he put down the sword, and then looked at her with an arrogant and rude attitude.

"Please let me forgive you." He said in a condescending manner.

"It's useless to beg you." Georgiana said coldly, "It will only make me look humble."

"Don't you think you are humble?" he teased sarcastically.

"When everyone tells you the truth, there will be a lack of respect for you. If it is difficult for you not to indulge in the flattery of others, then it is difficult for me to tolerate the lack of respect from others.

At least I'm not like your secretary who thinks you people in power are good people," she said sarcastically.

"You are also in power." He said with a smile.

"Have you ever seen a powerful person dressed like me?" Georgiana showed off her tattered clothes, which were so tattered that even a beggar wouldn't be able to wear them.

Napoleon walked to the corner where the fire was not shining. When he came back, he had a cloak in his hand. It looked very soft and thick, made of red and blue striped silk, and had a circle of white fur around it.

, reminds people of the tricolor flag at once.

"Here," he said, holding the sword in one hand and the cloak in the other.

"I don't want it," she said tremblingly.

"Did you know that in ancient Rome, there was an inauguration ceremony for diviners. Cicero once prepared a banquet for them. The fortune tellers would wear an official uniform called trabea, which was an embroidered

A cloak with purple and scarlet stripes."

"You have blue and red stripes."

"Look carefully, is it really blue?"

Georgiana looked at the cloak with his hand, but before she could see clearly, he tore up the remaining fabric on her body, then wrapped the cloak around her and sat at the desk.

On the back seat.

"I should change that law," he gasped. "Do you think that would be fun?"

"Who came up with the idea?" Georgiana said coldly, "Is it you or Josephine?"

"What?"

"Was it your or Josephine's idea to exclude me from social events?"

"What's the difference?"

"I'm not you, I will do whatever she asks me to do." Georgiana teased, "You still listen to her so much?"

He stared at her with dark and angry eyes.

"Even if you listened to Letizia, I wouldn't be as angry as I am now. If you gave the order not to let me go, then I would ask to go back to Paris now. I have a lot of things to do there."

"Can't you enjoy this joyful atmosphere?" he said coldly.

"I heard that two generals who came back from Egypt are arguing about a duel. Do you think I can enjoy happiness in this situation?" She tightened her cloak. "I have use for those Egyptian soldiers. They know what respect is. Don't

Forgot that you promised to give them 6 Axie lands."

"You want to give them official positions?"

"The Paris Agricultural Association is not an official organization yet, you can think of them as working part-time."

"If you were pregnant, would you wait at home to give birth?" he asked suddenly.

"Your mother was fighting while she was pregnant with you, what do you think?" she said sarcastically.

He slumped in his chair and said tiredly, "Why don't you let me relax for a while?"

"I just think about how many of those 450 representatives are carrying daggers, Caesar." she said angrily.

"Is this your new prophecy?"

"I'm very angry now." She glared at the arrogant little bastard, "You didn't even tell me about Jianguo."

"Maybe it's because you don't pay too much attention to me." He took out the snuff box, sniffed it skillfully, and then said, "Do you know how many spies are around me?"

"Can I leave?" she asked unconvinced.

"Little William Pitt wants to return Belgium to Austria." Napoleon said, "I heard that there are still many unclaimed wastelands in Belgium. Why not give these lands to the Egyptian expeditionary force?"

Georgiana didn't know what to say.

"We may have to re-sign the peace treaty, do you think you can rest assured now?"

"You guys." She looked at the medieval ceiling and shook her head. "Have you ever cared about the lives of the people?"

"This is my method. I will add certain clauses to the peace treaty to lay the groundwork for the next war." Napoleon suddenly said, "The peace between France and Britain will not last long."

"Why are you so honest all of a sudden?"

"I want you to raise my heir, but he can't be as kind as you."

"Do you think I can teach a Louis XVI?"

He didn't speak.

"If you were Moses, he would be Joshua." Georgiana smiled and said, "Are you satisfied with my answer? A lion in the wilderness."

"Stay with me." He said sincerely.

"Do you think it's worth fighting for me?" Georgiana asked.

He didn't speak.

"Good night." She pulled her cloak and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." He said again, then opened the drawer, took out a small velvet box, and placed it on the table.

Georgiana showed a weird smile and said, "You want to give me a ring?"

"Open it and take a look." He said forcefully.

Georgiana took the box in her hand and opened it. Inside was a ring inlaid with a large opal-like gemstone, but the gemstone was not a real gemstone. It emitted a magical rhythm.

"This is a gift from Muradbey's wife Siti Nafisa. It used to belong to Alibey. The Mamluk property was in the hands of their wives. She exchanged this ring for her husband.

Security of other property.”

As if unable to withstand the temptation, Georgiana took the ring in her hand.

Its base was made of gold, and its pattern was of Arabic-style plant vines. Her fingertips felt the burning heat from the gemstones.

"Dragon's Breath." She murmured. During the Triwizard Tournament, a Hungarian Horntail once breathed fire at a stone, and Harry hid behind the stone.

After the game, when cleaning up the scene, a crystal similar to the gem she was holding was found. The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts had argued over its ownership.

"They say it has magic powers, what do you think?" Napoleon asked.

Georgiana couldn't wait to put it on.

She felt as if the magic power had returned to her body, and a sense of satisfaction arose spontaneously. She couldn't help but happily ran to him and sat down on his lap.

"Do you still have such jewelry?" She asked, hooking her neck around his neck like a flattering woman.

"You like it?" He smiled proudly.

Georgiana nodded "Almost as good as my last ring."

Leon's smile disappeared immediately.

"After I put that ring on, Severus can be on call at any time, but you can't with this one." Georgiana looked at the ring on her hand with satisfaction, "It contains powerful fire magic."

"Can you demonstrate it to me?" he asked expectantly.

"I need to practice." She said expressionlessly. "There used to be a Duke. During the Reign of Terror, he almost went to the guillotine. When he was about to die, he used a hiding spell on his neck and survived. He also had

I have the same shackles."

"Do you need me to untie it?"

"No need, I want to break through the limit myself." She transferred the realization to Napoleon's eyes, and his eyes turned gray-blue, not gold like a lion.

Did she remember it wrong?
To be continued...