Chapter 1956 The Incomplete Knight (2)

Along the way from Paris to Brittany, Georgiana's biggest feeling was the wilderness.

In fact, it is much more convenient to take the water route than the land route, because Rouen is also on the Seine River, but Bonaparte had to ride a horse.

Large expanses of primeval forests may be beautiful natural scenery to modern people, but they are not so wonderful to the people living in them.

The city walls had a certain defensive role, not only against foreign enemies, but also against wild beasts. However, Cardinal Richelieu ordered the demolition of the city walls, which naturally included the city walls of Rouen.

From 1764 to 1767, a giant wolf appeared in Gevaudan, France, and more than 100 people died under his claws. It is located in the southeast of France, close to the Pyrenees, and is also a densely forested and wild place.

During this period, Rouen repaired many ships and probably cut down a lot of trees. In this way, the first step of pioneering - cutting down trees has been completed. These lands can be used to build houses and also for agriculture.

The soil in Brittany requires fertilizer to grow crops such as wheat, which means that pastures and wheat fields need to coexist. In contrast, apple trees do not require so much trouble.

There are many plants in the forest, not all of them have economic value, and not all of them are edible.

All in all, it is the task of the mayor and civil servants to clear the land that has been developed, to assess the income, and whether certain industries need subsidies if loans are to be made.

Agriculture absorbs a lot of labor, not to mention those homeless people who really have nothing but need to find a job first.

Going to factories will increase production capacity and worsen an already serious industrial problem.

Stability is the prerequisite for development. There is no shortage of skilled craftsmen in the Germanic areas, and the engravings are very exquisite. However, Germany is now a backward area, and many people have left their hometown.

Migration was no stranger to people in the Middle Ages. It could be due to wars, plagues, or religious issues, such as pilgrimage and avoiding persecution.

The Brittany area is deeply influenced by Celtic culture, and they are used to the fact that there are elves in the forest, but people in areas where witch hunting is most rampant do not think so.

Rather than attributing fault to wizards, the Celts preferred sacrifice, which is a characteristic of many ancient civilizations, whether it was Rome or Gaul.

Halloween itself has the meaning of praising autumn, offering sacrifices to the dead souls, and praying for peace. This is why it is necessary to prepare a Halloween feast. It does not necessarily have to be a victory to be worthy of toasting.

Emma did have a bad past. She had many portraits, including one dressed as the god of wine.

Dionysus has been misunderstood like Faun for a long time in the past, and Emma has been criticized by newspapers in Britain.

Nelson abandoned his wife, who had shared the joys and sorrows with him and stayed with him when he was injured, and instead stayed with the young and beautiful Emma. This was undesirable in the eyes of many upright people, as well as some sanctimonious people.

She shook her head and began to think about oil paintings. Many things in the Louvre came from shady sources. The folk customs in Rouen were relatively simple, and she wanted to keep this pure and natural cleanliness.

It’s rare to have someone who never leaves you in times of crisis. Andre del Sarto, who painted the Madonna of Happy, was infected with the Black Death. His wife, the woman who served as the model for the Madonna in the painting, left him.

, leaving him to die alone.

Georgiana first rejected his work, although the paintings he painted were indeed very good.

Publishing books in the UK requires biographies, and she also feels that no matter how good a person's work is, it depends on his character.

A museum does not need too many treasures. One or two treasures are enough. Sometimes reputation is really important. Raphael and Michelangelo had good reputations, but those paintings were taken to France as trophies.

.Compared with jewelry, works of art can arouse national emotions more.

She found a place in the corner of the study and began to write a letter, asking Denon to count which paintings in the Louvre were originally in France, and these works could be distributed to other local museums in the future.

"Sing me a song." Bonaparte, who was reading the documents, suddenly said, "Just sing a Hail Mary."

She looked around and found that she was the only one in the room, so she was the one singing, right?

"I don't want to sing." She said straightforwardly.

"Why not?" he asked without raising his head.

"I don't want to praise a phantom," she said coldly, "and I'm not in the mood."

He laughed. "At another time, I wanted to hear what you were thinking. Now I just want to listen to music."

"Can I not sing a hymn?" she asked.

"Okay, it's all fine." He said happily.

She originally wanted to sing the funeral march, but then she thought about it. If only she could play an instrument, she wouldn't have to sing it herself.

"Have you ever heard of Bach?" she asked.

"I've heard his name."

"I want to listen to his music."

He sighed, "Whatever you want."

So she walked out, and the person on duty at the door was Napoleon's adjutant. She asked him to find the orchestra, and specifically asked him to have someone who could play Bach, and then returned to the study.

Then she found Bonaparte reading the letter she had written.

She was so calm waiting for him to get angry.

"I don't think the Milanese will be angry if you send their paintings to Rouen." He put the letter back on the table.

"I want to introduce cows from the Netherlands, the kind with black and white patterns." She said carelessly.

He didn't answer, looking down at the document as if she were nothing.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair, are you going to Scarborough Fair,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Remember me to one who lives there, please give my regards to one who lives there,

he once was a true love of mine, he once was my true love,

She started singing Scarborough Fair, in English, and this time he looked up.

She sang very dryly, but fortunately the song itself was very nice, which made up for her poor singing skills.

"Scottish folk song," she explained after she finished singing, "I can sing this if you want to hear it."

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

So she walked to the table and naturally sat on his lap.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

"Are you talking about a poet or a character from mythology?"

"Tell me what you know, Cecilia." He stroked her hair.

"He is the son of a Fenian warrior, and his mother is a deer." She stared into his eyes and said, "Later he married the princess of the Kingdom of Youth, and they went to her kingdom together and never came back.

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"Have you ever read Osamu O's poems?"

"No." She said dizzily, "You will think I am reading it to please you."

"Aren't you studying to please others?"

She tried to stand up, just like she did in the library just now.

Of course she couldn't escape.

During the kiss, the sound of Bach's music came from next door, and she felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, and the kiss turned sour.

"What happened?"

She clutched her heart, thinking of the house in South Kensington and those idle afternoons.

"Him?" he said patiently.

She started to cry.

No one was coaxing her. On the contrary, his face was ugly, as if he was the one who needed to be coaxed.

After crying hysterically, she calmed down.

"We have been together for thirty years."

"Do you think this has anything to do with the length of time?" he asked impatiently.

She thought of his history of success, which really had nothing to do with the length of time. Ordinary people would not experience as much as him in a lifetime.

"I want to split it in half." She said stupidly.

Just like what is sung in that ballad, even if they are beautiful monsters, I hope there are more of them.

"It's incomplete when divided into two halves." He said sadly, "Remember Ghana's wedding?"

Of course she remembered that at that time she was still laughing at the Frenchman who claimed to be Attila of Venice, not even knowing that Attila had never been to Venice.

"I want a full wedding." He said with a pun.

"Others will suspect you of treason." She said coldly, "I am a British woman."

He was extremely indifferent.

"That's it, Leon, look at the Prince of Wales, he married a princess he doesn't love." She actually laughed when she said this.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked.

"I was thinking about how drunk the prince was on his wedding night." She laughed more and more exaggeratedly.

Think about it, a man who stabs himself in the heart to gain sympathy from his lover is marrying a woman he doesn't love.

"Do you like the Prince of Wales?" he asked.
To be continued...