Chapter 1554 "Little Citizen"

In Dante's Divine Comedy, Virgil serves as his mentor and guide, and Georgiana does not intend to let the Corsican play this role.

However, it is undeniable that "dating" with him in Paris is indeed different from most people.

At the Carnival in Venice, nobles dressed as civilians and civilians dressed as nobles would wear masks and gather together to sing and dance in the crowded and narrow streets. The Saint-Laurent Market on the right bank of the Seine in Paris and Saint-Germain on the left bank

The market declined after the French Revolution, so the Temple Avenue became an indispensable place for celebrating festivals and holding performances.

The center of this avenue is located at the Arc de Triomphe of Saint-Denis, the Porte Saint-Martin and the Rue Angoulême. It is the real dividing line between East and West Paris. Normally, the aristocracy and the propertied class are unwilling to go too far with the ordinary people and lower classes of Paris.

The working class is not willing to cross into the wealthy area that is still ruled by the old system. People will really feel the difference between the two worlds on this road.

However, there are many theaters and stages on both sides of this road. Every night, various comedy performances on both sides of the road always involve scenes of assassination, poisoning or strangulation. Some large theaters can accommodate more than 3,000 seats, and small ones can accommodate more than 3,000 seats.

The theater can also accommodate 500 people. In front of the ticket counter, the usher previews the program or advertises a certain plot, trying to attract the attention of customers, so this main road is also called the "Crime Avenue"

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A public carriage pulled by horses and rails was built around this main road, from the Bastille to the Madeleine Cathedral. The poor could also take a carriage after enjoying the nightlife for only a few centimes.

Gone home.

When Napoleon was young, he couldn't afford to go to a high-end place like the Théâtre de France. After returning to Paris from the Alps, he took her to these places that were "not suitable for girls".

During the day, the cafes under the Italian-style arcades on both sides of the street are crowded. When night falls, the theater buildings are looming under the shade of the trees on both sides of the street. The lights in the hall become darker and darker, and pairs of eyes sparkle in the darkness.

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Then the lights on the stage suddenly turned on, and a woman in gorgeous clothes danced Bharatanatyam to music full of oriental sentiment. The dancer expressed rich emotions through body and distance, such as war and peace, love and hate, happiness and

sad.

This kind of dance is vigorous and powerful, with a wide range of movements, which is completely different from the cautious court dance.

There is a red dot in the center of the actor's forehead, which is very similar to the Bodhisattva, but it represents the third eye of Lord Shiva. Legend has it that when the dancer starts dancing, that eye is open and can see into the past, present and

The future also means that you can pray to God for blessings.

After watching the show, Leon would take her to the pub for drinks and late-night snacks. Harry would definitely be shocked when he went to the Leaky Cauldron for the first time. It was dark inside and there were so many suspicious people. There were also people in the bar.

Smoking inside.

For some unknown reason, the poor animal, the black cat, was regarded as the incarnation of the devil. It has been regarded as a symbol of bad luck from the Middle Ages to later times. This tavern was a gathering place for "bad boys".

There are also gangs in Paris, which can be roughly divided into those wearing red clothes, those wearing gray clothes, and those wearing feather hats. When they have conflicts that need to be resolved but do not want to use a knife to solve them, they will come to the Black Cat Tavern to negotiate.

In addition to the usual catering, this tavern also has an underground casino, but the gambling in this casino is not cards and roulette, but boxing, or kicking is more appropriate.

British boxing is only allowed with hands, while French "boxing" is only allowed to use legs. It looks a bit like the predecessor of free fighting, but not as bloody as Muay Thai. Although the boxer's nose and face are bruised and swollen, it is not fatal. Napoleoni's lower limb exercise

Yes, Georgiana wanted to encourage him to fight once, but other "boxers" had long legs, and his short legs would be at a disadvantage, so she had no choice but to give up.

What kind of civility and politeness is there in this kind of situation? Of course, you have to yell. Georgiana bet two gold louis on the "boxer" in the red vest. She doesn't care what the odds are, she wants to yell loudly anyway.

Many people who came to watch the game wore masks like Napoleoni. While the drama of assassination, poisoning, and strangulation was performed in the local theater, the real story was performed here. Of course, the underground world was in order.

The clean and tidy world on earth is different, and even rich areas and poor areas are different.

For some nobles, shame is more unbearable than vulgarity. Some people will live in filthy slum attics, plotting new assassination plans and will not beg for mercy from Napoleon. Maybe they still remember the man who was in the military academy.

A Corsican foreigner who was bullied by his French classmates.

When the snack vendor passed by her, she bought strawberry-flavored ice cream. She tasted it and thought it tasted good, and then she gave Bonaparte a bite. He had abandoned so many things to play with her, and it was time for him to

Give him some reward, right?

It was late in the morning before they boarded the carriage. By this time, the streets of Paris were already filled with thick fog. It didn't look like Paris at all, but more like London.

After the car door closed, he began to act erratically. She let him do whatever he wanted for a while, and then pushed him away.

He was almost thrown to the ground, and she took this opportunity to tighten her shawl.

"Why refuse?" he said in French with a strange accent.

"Weren't you still regretting it two days ago?" She said angrily, "There are still so many troubles waiting for you to deal with."

He leaned over and hugged her like a little prodigal.

"I have been in that house." Napoleoni whispered softly in her ear. "That room is called leones. The books stored in it are not only history, but also monsters, demons and scientific works."

Georgiana tasted it.

"A true genius." She couldn't help but imitate Ron and said, "It's all lies."

"I can see why there are unicorn books in there, but why science..."

"Unicorns exist." Georgiana said seriously.

Napoleoni shook his head in disbelief.

"I just don't understand why they would put science books where they think they are making up lies."

Georgiana remembered the paper that scientists said that global warming was caused by cow farts producing greenhouse gases.

"Maybe it's because science has replaced theology and is used to explain everything." Georgiana said, "Do you believe there are things that science cannot explain?"

"For example?"

"love."

The French academician did not sneer.

He raised his hand and used his thumb to tuck the hair behind her ears.

"Are you happy today?"

She nodded.

"Do you think you will still fall in love with me?"

She didn't answer immediately.

She still remembered the way he walked in front of her when he took her to the underground tavern. He looked very free and easy, full of confidence and very masculine.

"I can feel it." He said softly, "There is someone else in your heart."

She felt that it was actually not that difficult to guess.

"I understand your pain." He said sadly, "This is what I am going through now."

"What's that book about unicorns about?" she began to change the subject.

He was silent for a while and then said, "That book talks about how to set up traps to trap unicorns. That kind of animal likes pure girls."

Georgiana was stunned.

"What room do you think you would end up in if you went to that house?"

"Then I want to do the crossword puzzle first." She said sarcastically.

"I heard there's a room that hasn't been opened yet," he said. "fons adae, do you know what that means?"

"It's Latin for Adam's origin," Georgiana whispered.

He laughed "Why is it Adam and not Eve?"

"I think it's obvious, isn't it?" Georgiana said calmly, "God created a partner for him to make Adam's life more fulfilling. God doesn't care whether Eve is happy or not, because Adam is the one who

His beloved son."

Napoleoni stared at her.

"Women are not toys, Leon, don't fight over them like children." Georgiana said, that was the story she had just heard. Two young men dueled over a blonde girl, and neither of them died.

Both young men were exiled to Guyana, but the blonde was still dancing in the ballroom. Because her hair looked like a golden helmet, she got the nickname "Golden Helmet".

He was so rebellious that he said "No!"

Then he lowered his head and kissed her again.

"boom!"

Georgiana heard a gunshot and almost subconsciously thought of the escaped sharpshooter Fournier.

"The windows are not broken." Bonaparte reminded in a low voice, "I'm fine."

"What's going on?" Georgiana asked.

"This is a sinful city." Napoleoni said tiredly as he fell on the sofa. "Don't make a fuss when you hear gunshots."

She couldn't explain it.

"Maybe God's purpose in creating Eve was to make her life happy, but I think what he did was completely counterproductive." Leon said calmly.

"I hope you will be happy." she whispered.

He sneered as if he didn't believe it at all, and hugged her tightly. His arms were more powerful than she thought. After all, he was also the one who had held the military flag.
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