Chapter 2269 Poseidon’s Winter Banquet (11)

When most women go shopping, men actually don't want to go, even little boys. But the boy's father can at least use the excuse of cutting his hair or shaving to go to the barber shop and stay for a while, or lie in bed.

Take a nap on the barber stool, or sit in the waiting area and read the newspaper quietly for a while, while the little boy is held by his mother's hand and "accompanied" her by walking around.

"Why don't you find a sister!" The little boy complained to his mother, but her mother tried on a girl's dress for him, and then she told him.

"Because you don't have a sister."

The life of ordinary citizens in London that Goulding talked about was very new to people in the upper class, but some people just smiled politely. The scene reminded Georgiana of Rose's mother in Titanic and the gold-digging nouveau riche from the United States.

After the scene with Jasmine, she remembered the last time she and Severus went to the market together to eat oysters, and her mood suddenly became complicated and unclear.

She took a sip of wine, and when she was about to walk away, she found Stanley, who was looking at her.

"Hi." She greeted him with a smile.

Stanley came over and said, "You missed the best part."

"What's the good part?" She took a step back.

"We are discussing setting up an African trade association and setting up an expedition team to explore the Congo River," Stanley said.

"Congo?"

"Suppose this is the Congo River." Stanley drew a line in the void, as if he were drawing a snake. "Both sides of the river belong to Portugal and France respectively."

"France has a colony in the Congo?" Georgiana said in surprise.

"It was the Portuguese who first discovered the Congo River. When they came to the mouth of the Congo River, they found that the salinity in the seawater had become lower. They knew that the river would not be small, but they only walked around on the beach and returned home.

Instead of developing inland, the French came next, and they not only established churches at the mouth of the Congo River, but also built military facilities along the Congo River."

She suddenly understood why Napoleon suddenly drank hot cocoa.

"Where is Chiara?"

"I sent her back." The female boxer sneered and walked over, "Save me any more gossip."

"You told me..."

"I'm just telling you the facts. They did stay together for a long time." Goulding interrupted Georgiana. "I'm not the kind of person who stirs up trouble."

Georgiana's face was expressionless.

"Chiara will have a fiancé soon, and they are both artists," Goulding said.

"He is participating in the exhibition this time?" Georgiana asked.

"No, he's good at miniature painting. Look." Goulding opened a locket and there was an eye inside. "This was painted by Cosway."

"Cosway is Chiara's fiancé, and he works for the Prince of Wales." Stanley suddenly said, "Every time the crown prince falls in love with a beauty, he will send a miniature portrait of himself. After they break up, they will return the portrait to the Prince of Wales."

, and he gave these portraits to new women."

"Unbelievable," Georgiana muttered.

"The prince has some financial problems and cannot always order portraits from Cosway, but he has made it easier for Chiara's father to open a hotel in London. This is their main source of livelihood." Goulding handed over the locket.

Locked up "Some people say that Chiara and the prince are having an affair, but we all know that is not true."

Georgiana didn't understand.

"Although some people questioned her identity as a female painter, no one said that Chiara's works were exhibited at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts through other channels. She is a genius." Stanley said.

"She participated in this exhibition because she heard that Turner also participated." Goulding said, "They are the same age, but Turner is much more famous than she is."

"Oh, I've heard of that name," Georgiana recalled, but couldn't remember where.

Both Stanley and Goulding looked at her strangely.

"What?"

"The painter who painted for you in the pavilion today is Turner." Goulding said, "He spent some time in the Louvre."

Georgiana thought of the blond young man; she thought he was a student.

"Chiara likes to paint fantasy stories, and Turner loves to paint natural disasters, sunshine and atmosphere." Stanley said, "Bonaparte wanted to buy the painting he painted of you, but he refused to sell it."

Her eyes widened.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold." Goulding suddenly sang, "You really have a way."

Georgiana praised her face and frowned.

"Perhaps we could exchange him for a painting by Claude Laurent, who was Turner's favorite artist," Stanley said.

Claude Laurent was a court painter during the Louis XIV period in France. He was as lucky as Rubens and was recognized while he was still alive. There are many murals he painted on the walls of Versailles, including those in the Louvre.

More.

Maybe Turner was a genius, but is one of his sketches worth exchanging for Claude Laurent's work?

"I'm going to ask," Georgiana whispered.

"Don't ruin a genius," Goulding said. "You know he can do it."

Georgiana looked into Goulding's eyes, she looked very serious.

At this time, someone called Goulding away, leaving only Georgiana and Stanley.

"Where did we just talk?" Stanley said, pretending to be relaxed.

"Speaking of Congo." She took a sip of wine.

"If I go to the Congo, who's going to Birmingham to talk about buying a steam engine?" Stanley said.

Georgiana stared at him "You want to go to the Congo?"

Stanley looked around, then lowered his voice and said to her, "By recognizing the Portuguese colony in the Congo, Britain gained the opportunity to trade with Brazil. Europeans are used to relying on the length of the coastline to consider the value of Africa, but they have no regard for the vast interior."

The Portuguese knew nothing about the mainland, and the Portuguese wanted to determine through exploration whether the Congo could be connected to their colonies on the east and west coasts of Africa."

"Just because of that?" Georgiana asked.

Stanley looked around and said, "I heard that people from the American Temperance Association are here today?"

"I only heard that they were mentioned during interviews," Georgiana said.

"The African Trade Association I just mentioned is against slavery. If we recognize them, they will recognize us." Stanley said.

"What does it matter if you don't recognize each other? They are all unofficial organizations anyway."

"Newspapers, reporters, do you want to be a saint who takes care of orphans and widows, or a witch who condones alcoholism and violence?"

"It's unbelievable," she muttered.

"Bonaparte's power has not yet reached the United States, and he has no control over what American newspapers write."

She had nothing to say.

"You can't tell it now, but Napoleon will drag you to hell." Stanley whispered. "He's a devil."

"I want to buy Chiara's painting." She smiled and said, "About Scylla, you know, a real witch would not poison Scylla, if she really wanted the fisherman

If he loves you, she will use a love potion on him."

Stanley was a little stunned.

"I know some people won't believe it, but that's not because it doesn't exist. Maybe it's because he's not worthy of a woman using potions on him." Georgiana said with a smile and turned around and left.

When she reached a deserted place, she stopped maintaining her posture and squatted on the ground leaning against a pillar as if she had lost all her strength.

She once laughed at others, but she didn't know that she just flew out of a cage and became a bird in a cage as big as a greenhouse. She seemed to be free, but in fact she was still in the greenhouse.

At this time, she unconsciously sang a song, which was the medieval ditty she had just heard. It was sung in Neapolitan, Greek, and Spanish. The name of the song was "The Three Mermaids."

What the ocean tells you, you have to engrave it on your chest until your soul returns to the harbor

Waves, waves, come one after another without any hesitation, just like my endless pain and sorrow

No matter how wide the sea is, how wide the beach is, how strong my longing is,

It was so strong that my frivolous joy was irresistible.

The bottom of the North Sea is full of sand and gravel, which were formed by the continuous pounding of waves over hundreds of millions of years.

The father held up the sky for his daughter, or the whole world, but those heroes would never stop for Calypso.

She wiped away her tears and stood up again.

At this time, she saw a person standing among the plants out of the corner of her eye. When she wanted to take a closer look, the person was gone.

Although she didn't see it clearly, she thought it might be the boy in uniform she saw in the aisle before.

"Don't imitate your father." She said to the air, then turned and left.
Chapter completed!