Chapter 2160 Flower Struggle (Sixty-eight)

Georgiana also has things she wants to do, but she cannot act arbitrarily.

Many women in the family are like this, sharing their time with many people, husbands, children, and sometimes parents, but the time and energy do not belong to them, although she does not belong to Bonaparte's family.

When he was taking a bath, she didn't pack her luggage immediately because she wanted to take care of his feelings.

This may have nothing to do with whether the facilities are simple or not. She should not mention the feeling of desolation he felt when he was a little person. "Nick Polo" wrote about Xiao Guanyin in his travel notes. She often suggested to Daozong of the Liao Dynasty that these "loyal words" helped him

He couldn't listen to her at all, and instead alienated her.

She needs speaking skills, or should not be so straightforward.

At this time, the bathroom door opened and he walked out in his bathrobe. This time he did not ask the valet or Georgiana to brush his back while taking a bath.

Looking at his wet hair, she naturally stood up and wanted to help him wipe his hair with a towel, but he avoided it without leaving a trace, and she stood there helplessly.

"Do you know what mistake you made?" he asked after a moment.

She didn't answer.

"Don't know or don't dare to say?" he asked sternly.

"I shouldn't bring up the past." She said tremblingly.

He stared at her without speaking.

"You are no longer the same as before." She sobbed.

"It's annoying when you talk like that."

Isn't it? Why would a successful person want to hear other people talk about the past when he was a loser?

She thought sarcastically, but didn't say it out loud.

"But that's not the most critical question." He then said, "When I ask you what you are thinking, you should tell me honestly."

She was a little surprised.

"There are many people who, when they accuse me, are just looking for legitimate reasons to betray me. If I don't agree with their will, they think I am unwise. Each of these people is thinking about their own interests and thinking that I am unwise."

I don't know how to spot them."

"You want to say that I also have my own interests in mind?"

"I'm asking you what you're thinking, and now I'm open to suggestions."

She thought for a moment and translated his words, "The baby is now willing to listen to you tell the truth. When I am willing to listen, you should be honest and tell him." She couldn't make terms with him like a real baby.

, "I told you not to be angry." What if he gets angry? What if he locks her in a mental hospital?

"That book, the Abbé de Saint-Pierre's work on the peace of Europe," she said softly.

He listened in silence, without any expression or making any sound.

"Rousseau commented on his book. Every country believes that it is in everyone's interest to weaken an arrogant enemy who wants to dominate the world. What's more, in addition to this common interest, each country can also obtain the individual benefits it wants to achieve.

Although every country is worried that another tyrant will appear after weakening one tyrant, it will not give up the individual benefits it wants to obtain."

"You want to say I'm a tyrant?"

"I want to say, don't be the prey of those people, Leon. They don't care if another tyrant appears after weakening one tyrant. All they want is profit, and they have a perfect excuse to knock down the tyrant. What else could be more important than this?

Just, when they can't find this 'common interest', they won't unite."

He looked like he was going to get angry.

"I know you need strong prestige. Most people are naturally calm and unwilling to take risks, but the heart of honor, the heart of competing for interests, prejudice and hatred will make people willing to take risks, even if this risk is life-threatening.

Worry, do you understand what I mean? I hope you can be safe." She almost collapsed and said that at least he could go to Elba and Saint Helena as a prisoner like "before" instead of being thought that he was not dead.

No, and all this is caused by her meddling in other people's business.

"God did not create human beings to kill each other, because people built the Tower of Babel. The purpose of building this tower was to promote our name, so God made human beings speak different languages, so that the languages ​​​​are blocked and scattered.

Place."

She painfully said that sometimes people cannot communicate with each other not because they speak different languages.

But people understand the benefits that talking about panic brings to themselves, so they choose to talk about panic.

He walked to her side and let her head rest in his arms.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​building a Saint-Pierre church?" he asked gently.

"I don't remember much," she recalled, "but I seemed to have experienced great pain."

"And you had a 'revelation'?" he asked.

"No, I just have that feeling," she recalled. "When light shines in a dark room and creates a special composition, I think it's beautiful."

He kissed her.

"I also think you are beautiful. I'm sorry for what I said just now. Please don't take it to heart."

"I want to be fair to you, but I can't be unfair to him." She said at a loss.

"Why do you want to be fair to me?"

Because it is difficult for a person to change.

"Do you pity me?" he asked again.

She didn't know what this guy was worth pitying.

But he laughed.

"Then have mercy on me." He grabbed her hand and placed it on the heart. "Can you feel it? You make me fascinated, and my heart beats for you."

Here comes the trick that the French are good at.

"How much cologne did you add to the bath water?" she asked in a daze.

"Without you, I will never taste love again, look at me."

The color of the sky during the day is blue, just like the blue sky outside the window at this moment, and the color of the sea water near the chalk cliff is closer to emerald.

The color of the night sky was black, but it was not as dull as the other person she knew. There were stars twinkling and the silver-white moonlight.

"Without you, to whom would I express my love?"

"No, no, no!" She covered his face with her hands, "Stop!"

He really stopped talking.

"Merlin's Beard, you smooth-talking Muggle!" she said angrily, "I'm going to move to the next room!"

"There is no door between the two rooms here."

"I know, that's why I want to move!" She took out her wand. "I want to work!"

He smiled helplessly and shook his head, then threw her down directly.
Chapter completed!