Chapter 2754 Swan Song (2)

A long time ago, there was a king who went hunting in the forest one day and was attracted by a beautiful song, so he followed the song and walked into the forest.

Soon he discovered a small stream, the source of which was a waterfall, and a beautiful red-haired girl was bathing under the waterfall.

He was so fascinated that the girl saw the strange man from a distance. In panic, she grabbed her clothes and ran home.

But the king didn't want to give up this "hunt". He rode his horse around the road, chasing the red-haired girl. The fallen leaves were picked up by the wind, like burning sparks, but in the king's eyes, the girl's graceful figure and

Beautiful red hair is even more eye-catching.

During the brief chase, the two secretly fell in love. When the girl arrived at home, the king came to her door, and an old woman stopped him who wanted to break in.

"Who are you?" the old woman asked.

"I am the king of this country." He said, "I am willing to take out the gold, silver and jewels in the treasure house, and even change the fate of your family, as long as you let me marry your daughter."

"I have two daughters." The old woman said lazily, "One is my biological daughter and the other is my adopted daughter. Which one do you want to marry?"

The king looked at the old woman and thought that she might not be able to give birth to such a beautiful daughter, so he said, "You will send your adopted daughter to my castle early tomorrow morning, and you will get everything I promised."

Then the king left the hut in the forest.

Jean-Matthew Philibert Sélurier's father was once a mole catcher at the royal breeding farm in Laon. He had a small estate and was considered a nobleman in the local area, so he was 13 years old in Sélurier.

At that time, his father bought him a commission as a second lieutenant.

It was 1755. At that time, France had occasional conflicts with surrounding countries, but overall it was peaceful. Compared with Louis XIV, Louis XV did not like war and preferred hunting and chasing "prey."

During the War of the Austrian Throne in 1744, Louis XV also took his mistress Madame Charuteau to the battlefield, which aroused extreme dissatisfaction among the people, so much so that the archbishop came forward and asked Louis XV to expel Madame Charuteau from the court.

Continuing to let his son guard the breeding farm where no one will come will only waste his life. What's more, many officers at that time were only on a promotion path and did not necessarily go to the battlefield. Old Sélurier held this in mind.

I only bought the official position after thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, the Seven Years' War broke out the next year, and Mathieu began his military career.

Georgiana remembered him. They met at the residence of the former Austrian Governor-General. After Augereau left, Mathieu took his place in Batavia. He also participated in the partition of Austria with Talleyrand and others.

Territory, but she didn't know why De Seville suddenly mentioned him.

"The general fought in Hanover." De Seville said a little stiffly.

She understood instantly that England would not sit idly by. She remembered that William Pitt once said, "See you in Belgium."

"Thank you for the reminder, Major." She said with a headache.

"No, what I need is not your thanks." De Seville paused for a moment. "I hope you can stop the rumors from spreading. This is related to the reputation of a young lady."

She looked at De Seville.

"Alice called me out alone just to express her gratitude, and had no other meaning." De Seville said.

"I'll think about it," Georgiana said deliberately.

Just like bargaining with a grocery buyer, when the buyer is about to leave, the hawker will call her back.

"There is another thing." De Seville said in a conciliatory tone, "It is about General Moreau. The First Consul and he both want to repair their relationship, but on Easter..."

"I know." Georgiana interrupted him coldly. "Looking at him smoking on the balcony of the Tuileries Palace, I don't think he intends to reconcile."

"No, that's what happened," said De Seville.

There is a gallery in Notre Dame de Paris, which separates the altar from the main hall. If someone is going to hold a wedding, the groom will stand in that position, waiting for the bride’s father to take her to the front, and then the bride’s father will hold her in front of him.

The bride's hand is given to the groom, and the groom takes the bride's arm, and the two walk to the altar together to hold the wedding ceremony.

This position was reserved for Josephine by Napoleon. Napoleon told Davout the order, and Davout told Bessier. Bessier asked a Guardsman to stand there, but Madame Hulot, who was Mo

Luo's mother took her daughter to occupy the position and squeezed Josephine to the side. Napoleon saw it when he came in. He looked sullen during the ceremony. After the ceremony, he broke with Moreau.

"Why didn't I notice!" Georgiana exclaimed.

"Maybe it's because you were busy looking around. What were you looking at those people behind?"

She recalled the situation at that time.

She remembered people eating biscuits during Holy Communion, Lana's spurs, and the crowds standing outside Notre Dame to watch.

"I……"

"Do you really want to tell the First Consul's mother?" de Seville whispered.

"What?"

De Seville thought.

"How did you know about this?" Georgiana asked.

"You mean..."

"Morrow's mother, Hulot and her daughter."

"Because I happen to be that guard," said Major de Seville.

"Didn't Davout tell you to look at that place?" she roared.

"That was in the hall of Notre Dame. How could I attack two women?" De Seville said confidently.

Georgiana remembered another incident. The Tuileries Palace was already full at that time, but Madame Hulot still felt that she should live there because her son was there.

"Useless stuff!" Georgiana yelled angrily.

De Seville playfully smiled "Will you tell the First Consul's mother?"

Apart from Mademoiselle Campini, is there anything else important enough to "report" to old Madame Bonaparte?

"What good will it do me to tell you?" asked Georgiana.

"So you won't tell?" asked De Seville.

Georgiana looked at his lack of seriousness, why did she think he was a cautious person just now?

"I will tell you!" said Georgiana coldly.

"Including clarifying Miss Alice's reputation?" De Seville put away his playful smile and said seriously.

"I will." She said solemnly.

"Then I won't disturb you." De Seville bowed towards Georgiana and passed by another person walking towards her.

"You have spent quite some time talking," Mr. Gaston Martin said with a smile.

"How long have you been waiting?" she asked.

"No, I have a gift for you." Mr. Gaston Martin said, handing her a scroll tied with a ribbon.

She recognized this kind of scroll. It was the credential of the First French Republic.

"What is this?" She didn't answer immediately.

"It was originally a Christmas gift, but I'm leaving for Aachen soon, so I'll give it to you before I leave," Mr. Martin said.

She didn't ask any more questions and took the scroll.

"Do you know where Aachen is?" asked Mr. Martin.

"The Armistice of the Seven Years' War was signed there," she answered.

"Charlemagne built a church in Aachen, which served as the coronation church for German emperors throughout the Middle Ages," he said.

She was not shocked. Napoleon's proclaimed emperor was no longer "news".

"It is also the textile center of the silk industry. This is the purpose of my visit." Aston Martin said, "What do you have to explain?"

Georgiana's first thought was that Bonaparte would destroy the silk textile industry in Aachen and determine the status of Lyon's silk textiles. After all, Central Europe was not suitable for the development of the silk industry, although Frederick the Great tried his best to support the silk textile industry in Prussia.

Industry.

"Everything is at the command of the First Consul," said Georgiana.

Aston Martin bowed to her and was about to leave.

"How many people in Lyon support Moreau?" she said towards Aston Martin's back.

He stopped.

"Do you think Napoleoni is irreplaceable?" Aston Martin asked Georgiana.

"You told me that being able to use your talents is a blessing." She looked at Aston Martin. "Do you think he is right?"

He took a deep breath.

"Sometimes I feel happy, and sometimes I feel painful. I kept thinking about that thing last night." She cried as she spoke. "I really hope they can all come out at once, instead of appearing one by one and pricking my heart."

One knife!"

"That's a good thing for you," Aston Martin said. "Don't love someone too seriously."

She was stunned.

"If you pour too much beer, the foam will overflow and flow all over the table. It will be troublesome to clean up. Eight points is enough." Aston Martin said, "The same is true for love. Leave two points for yourself."

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To be continued...