Chapter 2321 petermnnchen(3)

Suddenly there was a "clatter" of horse hooves outside.

She and Faron went to the window to check, and found that the guards were coming. Then not long after, they saw Bonaparte wearing the court uniform of the First Consul walking into the courtyard, with a Mamluk hanging around his waist.

sword.

For a moment, Georgiana wanted to let Faron hide, but then she thought about what an eighty-year-old man could hide, and then she found that there was another person following Bonaparte.

I met him at the meeting and it seemed he was a general who followed him to Italy.

There wasn't much time for them to be stunned, and soon she heard the footsteps of the two of them.

Madame de Staël wrote in the novel that she would be "joyed to hear his footsteps", but Georgiana was not in such a mood now.

What she was thinking about was Zorro. To be precise, it was the fight scene between him and the Governor's daughter Elena in the stable in "The Mask of Zorro". In fact, the Governor's daughter was not really his.

Daughter, but the daughter of the previous generation Zorro. The previous generation Zorro was old. He trained a talented young farmer Ali Sandro into the new generation Zorro and rescued a large number of miners from the Spanish governor.

And her daughter Elena. But Elena didn't know her true identity at that time. She thought the Governor was her father, and she wanted to organize Zorro to steal documents from her father's office.

Just when her mind was wandering, Bonaparte appeared. She rarely saw him wearing court clothes, although this court dress was similar to the ordinary clothes he wore, with a black base and embroidered edges with gold thread.

This court dress has a red stand-up collar and the trousers are dark gold, which is exactly the same as the portrait David painted of him riding a horse across the Alps.

At this moment she felt someone tug on her sleeve. It turned out to be Farron, who was saluting Bonaparte. She originally wanted to curtsey, but found that her knees could not bend unless she looked like in the movie.

Elena pointed her thin rapier at him like that.

"What are you here for?" she said dryly and coldly.

He ignored her unfriendly attitude and instead smiled at her in a flattering way.

"I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

There was still some food in the kitchen. After all, Farron and Edgeworth were both young and didn't eat much, but how could she have the nerve to entertain the First Consul with leftovers?

She didn't speak, and he just stood there.

This person also had a stubborn side, and in the end Georgiana asked Matilda to heat up the leftovers and open a bottle of red wine and serve it, at which time he smiled "smugly".

"Are you going to sit and eat with that big knife?" she said rudely.

Bonaparte was about to undo his belt when the man who had followed him spoke.

"Why don't you come and help him untie it, ma'am."

"Who are you?"

"Admiral Jean-Matthew Serrurier, who once served as the Governor of Venice, is about to go to the Netherlands to take up his post," the man said.

In other words, this man will replace Augereau and become the new commander of the Dutch garrison?

She remained silent, after all, it was not her decision to withdraw the troops or not. She glanced at the short Corsican, and he had already raised his hands.

After a fierce fight, both Zorro and Elena in the movie were out of breath. What was even worse was that the young farmer was really not a gentleman and cut Miss Elena's clothes with a sword.

"Do you surrender?" asked the new generation Zorro.

"Never," Elena replied, and then her kiss was stolen by the masked thief.

She should give that bad guy some color, preferably stab him with a dagger when he is obsessed with beauty.

Georgiana walked over unhappily, looked at his belt, and after studying it for a while, took it off. It was red and embroidered with gold thread. After losing its support, the mamuru

The sword fell to the wooden floor with a thud. She picked it up and tried to find a place to put it together with her belt.

But he lowered his raised hand and hugged her waist.

"Still angry?"

She glanced at the two "outsiders" present and felt that some topics were not suitable to talk about now.

"I'm going to cook." She said softly, and then he let go of her hand, as if this was what he was waiting for.

She walked to the door of the living room holding her belt and sword, and looked back. The three men were communicating harmoniously. Napoleon, who had taken off his belt and sword, looked loose, while Serurier was still wearing a full dress.

and sword.

She arrived outside the living room with an unspeakable mood, handed the sword and belt to Matilda who had not gone far, and returned to the kitchen to cook.

Then she remembered that she went to the vegetable market wearing luxurious clothes, and now she was cooking in the same clothes. No wonder those Belgians were so surprised.

After finishing the meal, she did not rush to meet the guests. Instead, she changed into loose clothes, and then asked the maids to bring the dishes to the table. By this time, Bonaparte and Serulier had already come in and sat down. She cooked

It's spaghetti, with seafood and bacon, and the leftover lamb chops, which is enough for them to eat.

Bonaparte's eating posture was always like this, he was gobbling it up, and she didn't bother to correct him. Anyway, she had seen worse eating postures in school. Instead, she reminded Serulier not to just sit there in a daze, after all, Bonaparte had eaten his fill quickly.

, he never cares whether others are full or not.

Logically speaking, he had stomach problems, and for the sake of his health she should let him eat slowly.

However, smoking is harmful to health, but it can relax people's mood. During the period of burning tobacco, they can slowly disarm themselves and return to their roles in the family, such as father, husband, son, brother, etc.

People describe home as a harbor. A sailor rides the wind and waves outside. If he wants to get a full rest in the harbor, she will not give him too much restraint.

Sure enough, he left the table when he was full, with no intention of staying with the guests. Georgiana quickly talked to Serurier.

The general had a very aristocratic temperament and also knew the etiquette of dining. Georgiana left the restaurant only after she had finished eating with him.

Bonaparte was in the study at the moment, sitting on the sofa reading a document. Philly looked at Georgiana at a loss.

Georgiana asked Philly to leave, and then stood opposite him.

He put the file down.

"You signed it without looking at it?" He raised his big head and looked at her.

"I thought you looked it over for me," she said, folding her hands.

He patted the sofa and she sat in the spot he designated, and then he lay on her lap.

It was lunch break now. Georgiana didn't say anything and let him lie down quietly. She also touched his short chestnut hair.

"Is it really because you didn't climb the bell tower because you were taking care of the Archbishop?" He asked angrily after a moment.

"When you are 80 years old and you climb the bell tower dressed like that, you will know how tired you are, and it happened twice." She said nonchalantly.

"Why did you go back halfway?"

"I can't leave the Archbishop alone at the top of the tower, you see the flames made by those strange birds."

"Why aren't you worried about me?" he said unhappily.

"It was you who pulled me behind." She said unhappily, "What? You don't mind hiding behind girls now?"

He got angry, got up and threw her down.

"Tell me, where did you go that night?" He stared at her and said, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

He looked more like an interrogation than a jealous husband. If she didn't answer properly, she might be captured by someone outside and shipped to the Netherlands.

"You hit me. I'm very angry. I need fresh air." She said calmly. "Where are the people who monitored me? They said they didn't see it?"

"There are no obstacles in the wilderness, and there was heavy fog that day, so they couldn't see anything." He also said calmly, "Including who you had a secret meeting with."

She thought about it for a moment, and it seemed like that was the case. The fog was like what she had seen in the Louvre in the 21st century.

"Your explanation is so simple that it is difficult for others to believe you," Bonaparte said.

"Is it someone else or you?"

He didn't answer, but his nostrils were flaring, as if he was still angry.

"Why do people like complicated stories? Carefully crafted lies can also be complicated." She said tiredly.

"Is it necessary?" he growled lowly. "Just for this little thing?"

It was difficult for her to explain to him because she had also felt that Lily was making a fuss and breaking up with Severus over a title.

Hufflepuff was treated as a fool, sometimes explicitly, and sometimes so treated that it was surprising that Cedric would represent Hogwarts as champion.

But she didn't care about that kind of insult, since she didn't know those people anyway.

It's the most hurtful thing to be said like that by someone you care about. This is different from Hermione being called that by Draco. That "little princess" didn't cry because she liked Draco.

"I want you to praise me." She held back her tears, "instead of scolding me."

"What do you want me to praise you for?"

"I...I dance well."

"You are a good dancer, I just asked you not to be so 'heroic' in public."

It’s hard to tell what she was feeling, but she pushed him hard, and this time he was unmoved.

"Wow."

She was so sad that she cried loudly.

After a while, he let go of his hand and sat upright again.

"Women, you will never have to listen to flattery from others." He teased.
To be continued...