Chapter 1977 Working behind closed doors (11)

Many times the toll taxes used to build roads are not actually used to build roads.

Smelling the fresh paint, Georgiana looked away from the map.

It is obvious that the roads in ancient Rome were very solid, and the military barracks in the stone castle were also very solid, and did not need to spend money to repair, so this command post was created where senior officers gathered.

Borbec is not the bustling Paris. There are no entertainment facilities or churches, but there is a large cemetery, a market, and some carriage repair workshops and blacksmith shops. It seems like what it was like in the Middle Ages, and this is what it was like.

appearance.

Beacon towers were still in use in this area, but telegraphs were already in use in northern France and Ghent.

To be honest, living in this house is much more comfortable than last night. She can feel the atmosphere of civilization here. The outside environment reminds her of the novels written by Rohart. Whether it is a werewolf or a vampire, there may be

Appear.

When Napoleon was in Egypt, he would organize opera performances. She guessed that these officers would not do that.

Last year, the French troops stationed in Turin attacked a fort guarded by Italians and flying the French flag. The whole of Europe knew about this.

It's like this even without drinking. It's obviously a bad idea to transport wine and brewing equipment here.

Brittany has only been calm for a short time. Although it is not completely calm, these people cannot stay idle.

Although the countryside is peaceful, it is so quiet that it makes people feel suffocating. Only when something happens does life feel fresh.

Bonaparte said that what he liked about armies was that at least they knew not to ride on the general's horse.

"Damn bastard." She said, covering her head that hurt with anger.

She never imagined that she would be part of an affair.

At this time, the heavy footsteps of war horses on the grass could be heard downstairs. Before she could go to the window to look, Matilda had already come running over.

"Madam, the First Consul is back!"

She didn't know what was so exciting about it.

She put the map away and revealed the unopened letter. She was really not in the mood now, so she asked Matilda to put it away and told her not to let Felicity know.

She remembered very clearly that Madame Du Barry was reported by a slave who used to serve her.

After explaining, she realized that she had not dressed up. If it was Josephine, she might have spent the previous time dressing up, while Georgiana was still wearing the same dress as before.

She straightened out the wrinkles on her clothes like a last resort, and then greeted "Caesar".

Soon she heard footsteps, and soon Bonaparte entered her room.

He looked her up and down but said nothing.

She looked at the mud on his boots and said nothing.

"Are you perfunctory with me?" He said in a arrogant tone after holding it in for a long time.

"In fact, no." Georgiana smiled coldly, "Josephine and I are women of different natures. I can't change three or four sets of clothes a day."

He looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking, and then turned his eyes to her.

"Don't you love playing the game of pretending to be an oil painting? How about doing it the same as last time?"

"What?"

"The girl with the pearl earring." He took off his cloak and threw it on the sofa. "I want to admire it."

"You have nothing to do?"

He ignored her and went directly to the low cabinet to pour a glass of water.

His profile does have a Greek classical temperament, but his soul is not like Aristotle and Socrates, the philosophers who wore robes and debated in the Academy of Athens.

Compared with yesterday, today was smooth. She didn't want to cause trouble with him at this time, so she went next door to change clothes.

Matilda and Margaret were eavesdropping and saw her coming in and pretended that nothing happened.

"Go and take out those cloths bought in Rouen." She said to the two of them, and then walked to the dressing table.

She didn't know if Bonaparte had ever heard of living figures when he was in Italy. It was a very popular practice among the upper class in Naples, and it looked like paintings from the magical world.

Then she remembered last night that she shouldn't have used the wand to change her clothes like that.

"Madam," Matilda said cautiously, holding the blue curtain in her hand.

"You all go out," she said, and the two girls put down the cloth they found and left her bedroom.

She took out her wand, turned her clothes brown, then wrapped the blue cloth around her hair, and then put on pearl earrings.

When she dressed up and went out, Bonaparte sat on the sofa with his back to her, his dark gray cloak hanging in front of him, leaving only the "model" in place.

She walked over slowly and stood in front of the cloak, breathing and heartbeating rapidly.

"Look at me." He said majestically.

She did exactly what he said. His eyes were very focused and his expression was very serious. He didn't seem to be joking at all.

"Did you hex me?"

The confused and ambiguous atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

"Who said that to you?" she asked angrily.

"You are a witch, and witches will cast spells for love." He said seriously.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the dwarf.

Why is she not normal? Find a tall and handsome man!

"I won't prove myself." Georgiana said. "You also know French wizards. They can check it for you."

He continued to stare and suddenly said emotionally.

"If you didn't put a curse on me, why am I thinking about you?"

This change was a bit huge, and she didn't react.

"Did you miss me?" he asked.

"We just met at noon," she said.

He stood up, walked to her side with charging steps, hugged her and kissed her.

"I must be dreaming." She said with her eyes closed.

She must have gone crazy to have such delusions.

"I love you, Georgiana." He said uncontrollably. "What can I do to replace him?"

"We have been together for thirty years." She said tiredly, "You agreed to wait until next year's Portuguese month."

He hugged her tight.

"Tell me, what do you want to say to me on the beacon tower?"

"how do you know?"

"I saw you were hesitant to speak, and then I remembered this painting. The girl with the pearl earring also opened her lips."

"If you listen to it now, it may spoil your mood." She said helplessly, "I'm warning you, those are not love words."

"Tell me." He said, kissing her neck.

"Someone told me that the textile industry in Normandy is the largest and most backward. It seems prosperous, but in fact the conflicts between workers and employers have become more and more with the expansion. Don't be fooled by the illusion, Leon."

"Keep talking." He hugged her and said easily.

"And those defenders, their lives are too boring."

"Probably because they're not as interesting as me."

She couldn't answer the call.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" he continued happily.

"What do you mean?"

"Napoleon's theorem." He prompted.

The first thing she thought was that her paper had been peeked at, and then she thought it might be Felicity who had tipped her off because she had the proof question in her hand.

"You're right," she said. "I don't think there's anything weird about memorizing a theorem."

"Are you surprised that Farong keeps talking to you about chemistry?" He continued to say happily, "You can understand, right?"

"I'm a teacher, how can I teach children if they don't understand?" she asked.

"Give me a child." He said in her ear, "She will be just like you when she grows up."

She endured it again and again, "Do you still think that a woman who can give birth is the best?"

He kissed her again, as if he thought she talked too much.

"dinner……"

"You want to eat fish?" he responded, "I asked someone to make it."

"You don't even know what flavor I want to eat." She said anxiously.

"You must have put a curse on me. I want to occupy your time every day and never want to leave you for a minute."

She covered her ears.

As a result, he still kept talking about love.

Don't listen to any promises from a French man who is not divorced, no matter how nice he is.

She remembered that she bought "One Day Lovers" in the British Museum that day, commemorating Cleopatra and Antony. How it became longer and longer, and he wanted her to stay forever.

What a greedy ghost.
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