Chapter 1207

"No, Mom, I won't marry him!" A girl in an old-fashioned rococo-style light green dress screamed without any ladylike temperament, "I hate Louis, and Louis hates me too. Are you insane? Doing so will only lead to disaster!"

With a "slap", a loud slap hit the girl's face. Josephine's face was full of anger, looking like a lioness about to get angry.

"Don't make me like other mothers, let the girls watch over you until you get on the wedding float," Josephine said.

As if she couldn't recognize who Josephine was, the girl covered her slapped cheek and looked at her with tears in her eyes.

Through the conversation between the two, Pomona knew who the girl was.

She is the stepdaughter of Napoleon, the daughter of Josephine and her ex-husband, the mother of Napoleon III, Hortense de Beauharnay, and the Louis they just mentioned should be Napoleon's younger brother, the future King Louis of the Netherlands Bonaparte.

"I am a man, not your jewel," trembled Mademoiselle Beauharnay. "You have no right to do that."

"Of course I have this right, because I am your mother!" Josephine snapped, and then sat down on the sofa again. "You can go now!"

Mademoiselle Beauharney wept and turned away from her mother's drawing-room.

Taking advantage of other people's attention not on her body, Pomona quickly pulled down the hood, let the invisibility cloak cover her figure, and then left with Hortense.

After the renovation, they came to the hall with the promenade of the Tuileries Palace in the style of the imperial period, and then walked out of the hall to the Tuileries Garden, where many young people were walking in the sun.

At present, women's clothing has not changed much, but the style of men's clothing has changed a lot. In addition to officers in military uniforms, there are also some young people in black tuxedos. Many people wear it at funerals, and the color has also turned into formal attire for social occasions.

However, even though the style of men's clothing has changed a lot, it is still influenced by women's clothing in this changing era. The open loose coats of the nobles in the past were replaced by waist jackets. This design makes young people look extraordinarily tall and straight.

Pomona couldn't help but keep her eyes on them for a while, but as a result, Hortense walked away in such a distracted effort, so she ran over and finally found Hortense in the maze of rose bushes , she was sitting on a bench crying sadly alone.

Pomona doesn't know whether she is in a dream at this moment, or if she has traveled to the past with a time converter. If it is the latter, then any actions of her may cause the child that should have been born to be "unborn". Although the future without Napoleon III, the king who could not even win the Great Patriotic War, is wonderful, but history is history, and it is not allowed to be tampered with at will.

She originally planned to leave just like this, but she really couldn't watch a little girl cry so sadly and let it go. How old is Hortense this year? 18 years old? If it were in the 21st century, a girl of this age should still be studying in school, worrying about taking the college entrance examination, instead of crying about her marriage like she is now.

Hortense is not very beautiful, not as beautiful as her glamorous mother, but she is more youthful and energetic, full of girlish innocence, and really does not look like a girl who has experienced the Great Revolution.

A cruel environment will make a woman "realistic". Pomona can understand that Josephine cannot bear children by herself, and her position in the family is not stable. As a child, you can only rely on your own daughter's stomach.

She hates the kind of remarks that use women as reproductive tools, but she has to admit that children are related to the issue of the legitimacy of inheritance rights. If Napoleon had no fertility, European history would have to be rewritten.

Napoleon is only 30 years old now, in the middle of his prime, but Josephine is already an advanced maternal age, so some practical issues have to be considered.

Just like Rose's mother in the Titanic, if she still wants to maintain a decent life as an aristocrat, she must let her daughter marry the American bourgeoisie she used to look down upon, regardless of whether Rose really loves Carl or not.

Perhaps it was this kind of ruthlessness that allowed Josephine to survive the Great Revolution and become the future queen of France.

"Ah~, let me see, who is hiding here?"

From behind the rosebushes came a voice in an accented French that sounded a little funny, but Pomona recognized who it belonged to.

Hortense raised her head and looked at the man who broke into her world with tearful eyes, it was Napoleon Bonaparte.

At this time, Napoleon was not what Pomona had met before. Instead, he looked like a child who hadn't grown up yet, wearing what could be called casual clothes, with his hands behind his back, as if he was hiding something.

"I'm not in the mood to play hide-and-seek with you today." Hortense took out a handkerchief and wiped the snot and tears from her face ladylikely.

"Are you sure?" Napoleon took what was hidden in his hand and showed it to Hortense, "If you beat me, this will be yours."

"What's that?" said Hortense in a hoarse voice.

Napoleon opened the black velvet box.

There is a big pink diamond inside. It is not very shiny, but it is rich in color, just like a girl's unpolished heart.

"Take it away," said Hortense immediately with disgust. "I hate diamonds."

"What's wrong with you?" Napoleon closed the box in frustration.

Hortense hesitated to speak.

"Are you quarreling with your mother again?" Napoleon walked to Hortense and sat down, looking nothing like a great man at all.

"She also hit me, look." Hortense showed Napoleon the red mark on her face, "What a cruel mother."

"What did you do to make her so angry?" asked Napoleon.

"I contradicted her," said Hortense.

"Why?"

Hortense did not answer Napoleon again.

"Well, I don't know what you girls are arguing about again, but I hope this will not affect your attendance at the banquet the day after tomorrow. You and Louis will replace me and your mother to receive members of the Bankers' Association."

"Why me and Louis?" Hortense said dissatisfied.

Napoleon looked at her strangely.

"Don't you like Louis?"

"Why do you feel that way?"

"Your mother told me that although you two always quarrel, you are very close."

Hortense glared at Napoleon.

"What's wrong?"

Hortense didn't say anything in the end, she stood up and walked away, leaving Napoleon who didn't know what happened.

"It's really hopeless." Pomona whispered with a smile, and followed Hortense, she wanted to see where the girl was going next.

Hortense came to the Louvre with a pettiskirt. At this time, the scale of the Louvre was not as large as it was later, and there were still many buildings that had not been repaired, including the small Arc de Triomphe. A young man was sitting on the lawn, Use your knees as a table and write on a piece of paper.

You can see the characteristics of the Bonaparte family from his face, but he exudes a poetic temperament that is completely different from Napoleon's military temperament. Hortense came to stand behind him and kicked him very rudely. , the young man turned his head and stared at her sullenly.

"What are you crazy about?"

"Are you writing to my cousin again?" Hortense laughed mockingly.

"What does it have to do with you?" The young man put away the letter paper on his lap.

"Didn't a trip to Egypt dispel your unrealistic fantasies? It's impossible for you." Hortense sat beside the young man, her tutu unfolding like a flower bud.

"What are you doing sitting down?" the young man asked defensively.

"Where do I want to sit, just sit there?"

The young man stood up, as if he didn't want to stay for a second longer.

"Where are you going?" Hortense shouted at his back.

But the young man was unmoved and still walked towards the Tuileries Palace.

"I tell you to stop! Louis Bonaparte!" cried Hortense, standing up, arrogantly.

The future husband of Hortense de Beauharnay and the father of Napoleon III, Louis Bonaparte did not bother to bother with his fiancée.

Hortense stamped her foot in frustration and sat down on the grass again.

Pomona picked up the note that Louis Bonaparte accidentally dropped when he got up.

The above content has been redacted many times, but even a blind person can tell that what Louis wrote is a love poem, but this love poem is not written to Hortense, but may be her cousin.

Pomona looked at the girl who was sitting alone on the grass, looking at the Louvre, and took off her hood, revealing her figure.

A man's first love is a woman's lifelong rival. Goethe even said that first love is the only love. Regardless of whether Hortense will fall in love with Louis in the future, there is a feeling in Louis' heart that no longer belongs to her.

No one knows this bitterness better than her.

"I have a question for you." Pomona said to Hortense, the girl turned her head to look at her, "Do you want to be the Empress Dowager, or have a happy family?"

"Are you crazy?" Hortense frowned, looking at her like a madman.

"You know who I am?" Pomona asked with a smile.

Hortense was puzzled at first, then her eyes became clear as if she recognized her.

"Why didn't you accept that diamond?" asked Pomona.

"How did you know?" Hortense asked vigilantly, "Papa and I were the only ones there at the time."

"Your name is Napoleon 'papa'?" Pomona felt struck by lightning.

"How dare you call the first ruler's name?" Ao Tan fought back without showing any weakness.

"To me, he's already a historical figure," Pomona said. "Everyone can call him by his first name."

"You're crazy." Hortense concluded and stood up, as if she didn't want to stay any longer.

"I thought you wanted to talk to someone." Before Hortense left, Pomona said to her, "something you don't feel comfortable talking to your family about."

"If I don't want to talk to my family, why should I talk to a stranger like you?" Hortense stuck out her tongue, made a face at Pomona, turned and left with her pettiskirt.

Pomona couldn't help laughing.

"If you change your mind, you can come to me." She said to Hortense's back, "I am waiting for you at any time, Miss Beauharnay."

"I know who you are." Hortense stopped, and turned to look at Pomona. "You are the woman introduced to him by 'Papa''s sisters, who want to replace my mother."

"What?" Pomona was struck by lightning twice.

"Don't think I'm an idiot, I don't know what you're up to!" Hortense wrinkled her nose, her face full of contempt and disdain, as if Pomona was a stinking dung.

This kind of expression really shouldn't appear on a young girl's face, but Pomona didn't correct her.

Girls in the rebellious period are the most difficult to control, and Pomona is not her tutor, so why bother with that?

After Hortense left, Pomona stood alone in front of the unfamiliar Louvre, and suddenly she realized a problem.

How is she going to get back from this place?

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The sight of the basilisk seemed to have no effect on those bobbys. Those aggressive monkeys grew sharp claws and climbed onto the basilisk.

The basilisk twisted its body desperately, trying to throw them off, but this was of no use, instead it shattered the exhibits.

There were no alarm bells going off in the pavilion.

"Oh, all the collections in this museum are stones, who cares whether they are lost or not?" Champollion complained from the side, "They are not the Mona Lisa."

"Find it!" Eugène de Beauharnay shouted angrily, blocking the tip of the snake's flaming tail with his sword.

Severus Disapparated to avoid a fire from the snake, and this time he was visibly tired.

"I found it... I found it!" Conseil shouted excitedly.

"Read it quickly!" Eugene said hastily.

Conseil woke up as if from a dream, and began to say, "Go back! Go away! Go back, you, dangerous man, because Gabriel protects me, and I will tell you the words of the gods. Go back! Go back!"

"I think you should read it in ancient Egyptian." Champollion reminded. "Do you think the guardian of the dead in Egypt can understand English?"

Conseil repeated it again in Egyptian, and the snake of hell, which had been aggressive just now, quieted down, but did not return to where it came from.

A big bird flew in suddenly, and when it landed, everyone realized that it was a person with wings.

"It's you," Severus said, "Why are you here?"

Priestess of Death, Nadia looked at Severus "This snake is as immortal as a phoenix, you want to deal with an immortal enemy?"

Gonseil stood in a corner with his wand, together with Severus and Nadia, they just formed an equilateral triangle. The big snake is in the very center of the triangle.

"You've heard what Nick Flamel did 70 years ago," Nadia said, staring at the big snake.

"I've heard of it, but never tried it, you know?" Severus asked.

"Of course." Nadia said firmly.

"How?" Severus asked.

"The sorcerer who controls it is nearby, we need to cut off the connection between them." She turned to Champollion again and said, "And you, don't stop chanting!"

It seemed that the incantation could only work temporarily, and the quiet fiery snake began to ignite again.

Champollion immediately picked up the book and read it in ancient Egyptian.

"You mean, it's man-made?" Severus asked.

"I didn't say it was human," Nadia said.

"Eight crocodiles were found, and a star-eating demon," said Conseil. "It's nearby."

This time Severus had no doubts.

The three looked at each other and pointed their wands down together.

"All curses end!"

As their voices fell, a golden wall of fire was formed, and it surged towards the big snake like a fire tornado.

The big snake tried to escape from the siege of the flames, but there was no way to escape. At the same time, the three of them felt a huge force, as if the big snake was trying to break free from the shackles of the flames.

Ou Ren held the sword and guarded the surroundings, as if he wanted to find the so-called "star devouring demon".

"Go down!" Conseil exerted all his magic power, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

Meanwhile, a red-eared baboon caught Eugene's attention.

It looked like the leader of the group of baboons, almost silver in the moonlight, looking at them with red eyes.

Eugene lowered his weight and held his sword like a Mamluk.

However, the silver-haired baboon did not fight Eugene, it turned around and ran away.

To chase or not to chase?

Ou Ren looked behind him, took another look at the baboon, and finally chose to catch up. One person and one monkey started running wildly in the Louvre at night.