Chapter 2052 Drink of Victory (2)

Georgiana received a large bouquet of roses, which judging from the variety should be pink rose eden.

Although she didn't know who gave it to her, she still placed it in the simple country farmhouse.

In fact, Napoleon didn't have to treat himself so badly. Boulogne-sur-Mer also has an old town with many comfortable buildings, but this farmhouse is very close to the military camp, and you can overlook the progress of the fortifications on the mountain at any time.

She may not be able to change some things, but she can at least change some things within her power. At least the farmhouse decorated with flowers no longer looks so boring.

She had seen Miss Desert Luo's lounge before, which was filled with all kinds of flowers. Basically, female stars with a certain degree of fame would receive many similar gifts if they had their own independent lounges, while young actors who were not famous would receive many similar gifts.

Makeup can only be done in the busy backstage. The presence of those huge bouquets not only makes people jealous, but also gets in the way.

To become famous requires more than just solid singing skills. Talma has been singing Caesar, but the actresses opposite him have changed one after another. They appear briefly like meteors and then disappear without a trace.

At least Grassini got a lot of gems from Napoleon, which ensured that she could live a carefree life without squandering.

"Wow!"

"Oh!!" Georgiana held her pounding heart in her hands and turned back to glare at the guy who startled her.

"Why did you come back at noon?" she asked.

"Didn't you read the note I gave you?" he asked.

Georgiana then remembered the note she had burned, and the person who wrote the note was playing with the roses she placed on the table, then looked her over again, and then smiled without knowing the meaning.

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"Why are you laughing?" she asked unhappy.

He reached out and grabbed her, letting her sit on his lap.

"I'm sorry that I've neglected you these past few days..."

"You don't have to be like this, I understand." She said simply and neatly, "Besides, I'm very happy that you indulge me in holding the party."

He looked at her quietly with gray-blue eyes.

"I know there is already a magnificent Notre-Dame Church in the old city, but I still want to build the St. Pierre Church." She pinched his nose. "You know what a woman wants to do, she must do it."

"I don't want religion to influence the military too much."

"I know, but there are many believers among soldiers, and you have to meet their needs in this regard," she said.

He looked like he didn't want to continue the discussion.

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

"who?"

"A missionary who lived more than a thousand years ago is regarded as a patron saint by Belgian brewers. His anniversary is November 23rd. It just so happens that we can take this opportunity to hold a banquet in Belgium."

He laughed. "You haven't done enough?"

"I thought you wanted to hear about this saint's deeds." She continued without waiting for his answer. "Saint Columban was born in Ireland. He worked in a monastery in his hometown. He came to Europe as a missionary at the age of 49 and saw Frank.

Shocked by the conditions in Gaul under the rule of the Romans, he began to preach in Burgundy and later founded the Abbey of Anne Gray. His teachings were imitated by many monasteries in the Northern Alps in the early Middle Ages. At that time, many monasteries prohibited drinking.

Any alcoholic beverage, including wine, can appear at weddings in Ghana. St. Columban allows nuns and monks in the monastery to drink beer, but they do not drink it freely, but follow the strict rules of the monastery, and each person gets a little.

Once a monk wastes beer, he will be punished. One day, when the monks were having dinner, a servant went to the cellar to get beer. He opened the cork of the wine barrel and heard Saint Colombon calling him. The servant went over immediately, so that

I forgot to put the stopper back in. The servant was alarmed and hurried back to the cellar, but not a drop of wine spilled out of the barrel, and it was still full."

He continued to look at her quietly.

"There is another story. St. Colombon built many monasteries in Burgundy. When he saw people working hard in the fields, he invited them to share a delicious meal. But those poor people only had two loaves of bread and some beer, and they could not hold a luxurious meal at all.

At the banquet, Colomban said to the sky, "Lord, you fed 5,000 people with 5 loaves of bread. Please increase the beer and bread as well." Then something magical happened, and everyone was full and full.

He also received twice as much bread and beer as before. In addition, during his journey, he also saw someone offering beer as a sacrifice to Odin, but Odin was so angry that he overturned the barrel."

"Why did he do that?" asked Bonaparte.

"Maybe it's because Odin is not satisfied with the tribute, and the villagers also understand which god gave the beer to the common people." Georgiana said softly, "What do you think of the saint I chose?"

He smiled.

"You still love telling stories so much."

"How about you tell me a story?" She rubbed the buttons on his uniform with her fingers.

"I have a better idea." He said and kissed her. The pink rose just blocked the prying eyes at the door. Of course, no one came to ask when they had lunch.

She had a relatively relaxing afternoon, but at night she slept alone, and to compensate her room was filled with pink roses the next day.

She didn't know where he went. Maybe it involved military secrets. Anyway, she pretended as if nothing had happened. In addition to continuing to prepare for the armistice banquet, she also went to visit the old city.

The winding city defenses actually do not hinder the growth of wall-climbing plants such as roses and roses. Those ancient Roman and medieval city walls have become "gardens", surrounded by rows of houses, and there is not much smoke and war.

There are traces left behind.

But she believed that if necessary, there would be gun barrels sticking out of these houses to keep firing outside.

According to the legend, Cleopatra could eat 10 million sesterces in one meal because she put her priceless pair of pearl earrings into vinegar and drank it in one gulp.

All she tasted was definitely sour.

Wine is auctioned for sky-high prices every year. Some rich people don't drink it, and those who buy it and actually drink it don't really care much about its taste.

What they enjoy is the feeling of drinking hundreds of thousands in one meal, and those hundreds of thousands can enable many ordinary families to live for a long time.

How a person spends his money is his own business. A failed investment may lead to bankruptcy. However, it was precisely because of excessive squandering that the Gaunt family did not reach that point in Voldemort's lifetime.

For people who are eager to use money to save their lives, it is impossible for them to remain calm when they see other people squandering money. Generally speaking, a married man will be stable, but he also bears the responsibility of supporting his family, and his whole family is hungry.

But some people are living a life that is "envied by everyone".

There is a cartoon in which Louis XVI drinks a bottle of dirty wine.

At that moment, it was no longer holy. When people trampled on it, it was not only easy, but also felt extremely relaxed.

Someone would break into someone's house, loot their wine cellar, and get them drunk.

Is this joy or happiness?

Not all things that make people feel happy are good things, but Georgiana likes these pink roses blooming under the blue sky very much.

They were so beautiful that they made her feel comfortable for a moment. So she told Matilda that in the future, she would arrange roses in advance wherever she went, unless there was force majeure. This was a small way for her to get rid of her habit of collecting expensive items.

A special hobby.
Chapter completed!