Chapter 2266 Poseidon’s Winter Feast (8)

A German lullaby goes like this:

Sol ich disen sumer lanc,bekumbert sn mit kinden,s waer ich vil lieber tt, if I have to watch this kid all summer, I'd rather die,

Des ist mir mn fride kranc,sol ich niht zen linden,reigendirre nt.owêdirrent! That thought makes me so painful, I can no longer go to the Bodhi tree, dance, or do anything else more exciting,

Wigen wagen, gugen gagen, wenne wil ez tagen? Shake, shake, shake, ah, when will dawn come?

The vast majority of girls become mothers at a very young age. They are so playful themselves that of course they cannot calm down and watch their children.

When Georgiana returned to the venue, huge changes had taken place. There were many inflatable balloons with animal images floating in the air in the greenhouse, and trapeze artists dressed as birds were performing. There were three robots performing on the ground. These three robots One is a Spanish flutist, another is playing the glass organ, and another is playing the trumpet. People are watching them.

Some people simply played a game of "hide and seek". The person responsible for being the "ghost" covered his eyes with a piece of cloth and caught those who were hiding behind the flowers and trees.

As always, the men found a corner to smoke and talk business, while the women gathered together to chat, but neither Goulding nor Chiara was anywhere to be seen.

Yes, spy, why didn't she think of that?

Georgiana thought with some frustration. Fortunately, she didn't have any important information and didn't blurt it out in anger. The last time she handed over the information about Saint-Domingue to Sir Merry, it caused quite a stir. In Bonaparte, In Ba's eyes, diplomats are spies with official status, even if Sir Merry did not come this time.

However……

She looked at the Austrian envoy Metternich, who was slowly walking towards her. Would Bonaparte divorce Josephine for an Austrian princess who could have children?

minne, minne, traute minne,Minne, dear sweet little thing,

swz, ich wil dich wagen. Quietly I will shake you,

Wigen wagen, gugen gagen, wenne wil ez tagen? Shake, shake, shake, when will it be dawn?

minne, minne, traute minne,Minne, dear, kind and lovely little thing,

swz, ich wil dich wagen. Quietly I will shake you,

Amme, nim daz kindeln,daz ez niht enweine,alse liep als ich dir s. When the wet nurse picked up the child, he stopped crying, he loved me from the bottom of his heart,

ringe mir die swaere mn, du maht mich aleine, mner sorgen fr.sorgen machen fr. So be quiet, all my sorrows are mine, he alone can free me from the sorrow of love,

Wigen wagen, gugen gagen, wenne wil ez tagen? Shake, shake, shake, when will it be dawn?

She couldn't imagine what it was like for a little girl to watch her nanny "send her brothers and sisters to heaven." What was even more unimaginable was that Chiara still maintained a lively personality. Maybe Chiara said this to Bona

Ba Ting wanted to gain his pity, but wasn't her experience terrible? The nanny was originally a trustworthy person. She couldn't help but think of herself. She once felt that Theodora had done the right thing.

Her daughter was buried shortly after she was born.

Theodora allowed her daughter to return to "heaven" as a baby before she felt the suffering in the world, but the baby girl might also be wandering in Limbo.

There are actually two Limbo Hells, one is for babies who have not been baptized, and the other is a place where saints are imprisoned.

Only a few people can escape purgatory, and these people must have enough virtues. It is the virtues cultivated by these people that constitute the "merit library". Drunkards can buy indulgences to obtain some merit from the merit bank.

Compensation for crime and punishment.

"What's wrong with you?" Metternich looked at Georgiana and asked.

Bonaparte also looked at her.

She looked at him, her mood was extremely complicated. She felt guilty for her behavior, but also felt that Chiara deserved it. It was like there was an angel and a devil quarreling in her mind.

"Maybe I'm not used to the water quality here." Bonaparte said politely.

"I heard that Madam only drinks luxury brand soda water. Didn't General Lannes prepare it for her?" Metternich asked.

"You can't cook with soda," Georgiana said immediately.

"Don't you feel satisfied with the food in Antwerp?" Metternich asked.

“I prefer the food from my hometown, even though it’s called a ‘food desert’.”

"Oh, people also think that Germany only has sausages." Metternich said with a smile, "But we are more than just sausages."

"I know, there's beer and pork knuckle," Georgiana said dryly.

"Have you been to the Mont Blanc province, where you have eaten these?" Metternich said in disbelief.

Georgiana didn't know how to interface.

Think about it, that place is close to Switzerland and Valais, how could she talk to an Austrian envoy like this?

"The Alps are indeed beautiful, but I personally think the minerals in Silesia are more valuable." Bonaparte suddenly said, "What's the quality of the steel over there?"

Metternich was obviously stunned for a moment.

Silesia, the land acquired by Frederick the Great after his victory in the War for the Austrian Throne in 1742, is a center of coal, steel, chemistry, and machinery manufacturing. Not to mention Metternich, Georgiana has no idea what is happening now.

"Adam Smith believed that free competition in the market not only guides people to realize their personal interests, but also increases the wealth of the country and enables the internal mechanism of society to operate effectively."

"Not only Silesia, but other provinces in Austria also have iron smelting plants." Metternich sighed, "Our country has no intention of taking back Silesia for the time being."

"Do you know why I suddenly want to play the flute?" Bonaparte smiled and looked at Georgiana. "After the victory in the First Silesian War, Frederick was in high spirits and fell in love with writing poetry and playing the flute, and he also wanted to play the flute.

Voltaire was invited to visit.”

"How about letting Goethe come to France?" Georgiana said immediately to Metternich.

"This requires Mr. Goethe's consent." Metternich said with a smile.

"I don't like the ending of Young Werther." Bonaparte said, "A story with a bad ending is worse than a story with no ending."

"Do you think so too?" Metternich asked Georgiana.

She looked at Bonaparte, and he looked at the crowd not far away.

"Incompleteness is also a kind of beauty. It leaves people with infinite space for imagination and thinking, just like the Venus de Milo..."

"What is Venus de Milo?" Metternich asked.

Georgiana then recalled, had the sculpture of Venus not been discovered yet?

"It's like a broken body." Bonaparte said, "Michelangelo was inspired by it and created more masterpieces."

"However, Michelangelo's female sculptures also have bulging muscles and no soft lines."

"You are wrong. The Marias that Michelangelo sculpted in Rome and Bruges are very soft. His female sculptures express the power of life."

Georgiana made a distinction, and it seemed that the conversation was beginning to move in a safe direction.

"It takes a strong life to conquer the Alps."

"For the sake of long-term peace, we have given up on Italy. What else do you want from us? Or do you want to disturb our political situation?" Metternich said with a cold face.

"Peace has finally arrived, but it is far from enough. Please don't think of me as an evil conspirator wearing a hypocritical mask. I have proven my efforts for peace, but I have to admit that in terms of performance and music,

I lack talent, and no matter how hard I try, I will never become everyone, but I still understand the truth that the world needs a tone, and we all need to play our respective instruments according to this tone, otherwise we will each play our own thing and eventually gather together.

What comes together is not beautiful music, but noise.”

"What kind of music do you want to hear?" Metternich asked.

"Anyway, it's not the noise I heard just now. I don't want the peace to be destroyed by these people who make trouble for nothing."

Metternich smiled strangely, and Georgiana understood it tacitly, and then she found an excuse to leave.

She called Feigel over and asked her to warn those who chewed their tongues, whether it was really pulling their collars and hair, or using other methods, in short, to make them shut up.

The French are all about etiquette and propriety. At least they won't be like someone who said, "If you don't obey me, I'll kill you."

Otherwise, what else could be the purpose of the soldiers from the Brumaire Coup entering Parliament with bayonets in hand?

As long as Figel doesn't have that kind of "chivalry" and thinks she's bullying the weak, many people will secretly laugh at her for looking ugly.
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