Chapter 1229 The Milkmaid (Part 2)

If Severus had seen the pink chairs in the Grand Trianon's reception hall, he would have seen Rohart's extremely ugly face when he was teaching at Hogwarts.

But on the bright side, that horrible peach is actually a rose, and Napoleon didn't give "Mademoiselle Georgiana" any advice on her clothes before going out in the morning, he just asked her to put on some blush, because she looked It's too pale.

The Grand Trianon Palace was also ransacked during the Great Revolution, the white porcelain on the outer wall was destroyed, and Napoleon ordered people to replace it with rose stone.

Jacob and his son, the carpenters who renovated the Tuileries Palace for him, were already the best carpenters in Paris, and now they have opened a furniture factory. All the furniture in the Grand Trianon Palace is produced by Jacob's factory. The appearance of these cabinets has a distinctly Egyptian style, and the borders are decorated with metal rings.

The silversmith who worked for Napoleon was called Auguste, and his craftsmanship was very good, and the style was between gorgeous and simple. Lighting was provided by candelabrums of blindfolded maidens and victories, as well as boa constrictor floor lamps with lampshades placed in the constrictor's mouth. It is obvious that so many candlesticks in the Grand Trianon Palace cannot be completed by one person. I am afraid that another factory will be opened, which will solve the employment of many people.

This is not a good sign, she clearly rejected those who like extravagance before.

But everything in the Grand Trianon Palace made her feel very peaceful. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see the canal outside. There was a gondola floating on the canal, and the bow was decorated with gilt lions. Gilt lion claws. Edward Jenner was sitting in a pink chair with gilt lion's claws.

He was in his sixties, with white hair, wearing a brown waistcoat, slightly fat, wearing stockings instead of a wig, and a long, pointed nose.

When the young Napoleon entered the hall, the fidgeting old man jumped up immediately, obviously he was a little afraid of the French First Consul.

Some people may not be afraid of serious diseases, and some people are more terrible than diseases.

"Good morning, Mr. Jenner." Napoleon said very politely in unfamiliar English, "I think my police chief may have been in a hurry when he asked you to come, and he didn't even give you time to put on your coat. I hope you don't." Displeased with his recklessness."

Then he took Pomona's hand and pulled her to his side. "This is Miss Georgiana. According to the law of the Republic, she needs a guardian. I hope you can take it."

Edward Jenner's expression was completely dumbfounded.

Not only him, but even Pomona was confused. Napoleon could speak English. Why didn't it say in the history books?

"It's an honor to meet you." Jenner thought for a while and said to Pomona in English.

"It's an honor to meet you too." Pomona replied in English.

"You speak English fluently...what's going on?" Jenner looked at everyone in the room in confusion.

"Georgiana is from England, and she needs a guardian." Napoleon explained politely. "Do you accept my offer?"

He didn't use that domineering tone at the moment, but he was definitely not kind.

"What do you need me for?" Jenner asked.

Napoleon stretched his hand behind him, and his secretary immediately handed over a stack of documents.

"The new civil law stipulates that a woman's property needs to be signed by her guardian..."

"I don't need you to give me something." Pomona said on the sidelines.

"Becoming a guardian requires notarization. Here, I will act as a public official of the state, and you only need to sign." Napoleon continued as if Pomona did not exist.

"National civil servants?" Jenner took the stack of papers.

"The first ruling is also a civil servant. I want to serve the French Republic and the people, so that I can be worthy of their salary."

"I don't think a court clerk can pay for the house you live in." Jenner put on the monocular and began to read the documents in his hand, "Of course there are these things, my God, where did you get so many money?"

From the robbery.

Pomona said in her heart, but she dared not speak. There were two police chiefs standing behind her.

"Some are investment income, and I think a man should be able to support his family."

"By fighting?" Jenner put down the documents in his hand, and said impulsively, "I will not sign these things, and I ask you not to accept them, this Miss Georgiana, whose wealth is soaked in blood."

"Is that why you came to France but didn't take the initiative to come to me?" Napoleon asked, "I am very interested in your article."

Jenner looked like he was going to get angry, but he couldn't find the point.

"If I were not a soldier, I think I would be educated at the university and listen to the lectures of the professors, but fate pushed me on that road, and my country needs me." Napoleon said, "I will not deny that I have plundered Some countries, but I also brought the dawn of civilization to those uncivilized places. This is also related to the second purpose of my invitation. As far as I know, your process of promoting 'vaccinia' epidemic prevention does not seem to be smooth .”

"It seems that nothing can hide from you." Jenner sneered.

"Your country is a conservative and old-fashioned country, unwilling to try new things, not just the field of medicine that you are good at. I heard that after your explorers brought potatoes back from the New World, farmers did not dare to grow them, because" Potatoes are not mentioned in the bible until 'good friday' was sprayed with holy water, no one questioned the sanctity of potatoes, and potatoes have become a common food in your country, I believe you Mr. Jenner, your 'vaccinia' will spread to all mankind in the future, when people mention 'vaccinia' they will not be afraid, it will be as common as potatoes, I hope France will be the first country to benefit from this technology."

"How did you know I was coming to France?"

"Since February this year, we have been fully vaccinated, including me." Napoleon said as he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and exposed his arms. A scar that looks like a pimple mark.

This scar is very common in the 21st century, almost everyone has it, but Jenner's eyes widened in surprise.

"I guess you might come to see if the widespread vaccination is really effective, so I put a watchful eye on your friend Mr. William Woodville. Are you staying at his house now?"

"I will not join France," Jenner said immediately.

"My second request is that you can teach doctors in our country so that they can fully understand the working principle of 'vaccinia'. I think this is much more effective than printing materials at your own expense and distributing them to the public."

"It's not easy to find a printing house in your country." Jenner sneered, "What about your freedom of the press?"

Napoleon suddenly looked at Pomona.

His eyes seemed to say "it's your turn".

"Not all books represent civilization." Pomona said dryly, "Books like Hammer of the Witch should be banned."

"My book is not the Hammer of the Witch!" Jenner said angrily.

"You don't print harmful literature, you can't make sure that others don't, especially pamphlets that slander people, when witch hunts there are a lot of prints that say witches bring disasters around, how many innocent people because of this It's been treated unfairly!" Pomona said with a conscience, "Unchecked freedom of speech is like an uncontrolled flood, and of course something needs to be done."

"You heard what she said." Napoleon smiled and said, "Freedom belongs to those who are capable. You can use your strengths in France, Mr. Jenner."

"What is your relationship?" Jenner looked at the two. "I remember you are married, Mr. Bonaparte."

"You just sign it," Dubois said viciously when no one spoke in embarrassment.

"If my signature means that I want to take responsibility, of course I have to ask clearly what is at stake, just like I am responsible for the safety of my patients when I vaccinate them." Jenner said fearlessly, "I hope you You can think clearly, Miss Georgiana, and don't get involved with a married man for a little money and vanity."

"It's the law that every unmarried woman needs a guardian," Fouche said.

"I wonder," Jenner asked. "What is my job? Is it to protect this young lady from a married man?"

"Focus on your academics and mind your own business," Dubois said again.

"If I need to move freely, I need a guardian." Pomona said a little frantically, "Even if I am an adult, I have full behavioral capacity, because we are now on French soil."

"Georgianna needs someone to accompany her on social occasions. We will hold a ball at the Paris Opera House next week. I hope you can also attend." Napoleon said to Jenner, "At that time, as you said before, protect this lady from being hurt. Harassment by any man, except me."

Napoleon threatens to tear off the mask of civilization.

Pomona couldn't stay in this place any longer.

She left the antechamber and began to walk blindly through the Grand Tria, the fresh air helping to clear her head, but she still felt dizzy.

She went from married to single, and then got a guardian. Does this have anything to do with facilitating the peace talks?

She wanted to go home, and she didn't want to be the saboteur of other people's marriages, the irony was that the more she refused, the more counterproductive it was, and after she agreed, she would have no face to see Severus again.

She would end up in the same situation as Josephine, or even worse, and she didn't think Severus would forgive Josephine as much as Napoleon would forgive himself.

It's not that he doesn't love Josephine, it's just that he can't trust her, just like a broken mirror, even if put together, there are cracks.

What's more, he is not so consistent. Polygamy is a great temptation, especially since he needs his son to inherit everything he has worked hard for.

This is a funny story about men's strange desire to conquer and possess. It's like climbing a mountain, just to prove that you can do it, and climbing a mountain does not contribute to all mankind like vaccination.

Not long after, she heard hurried footsteps.

A short-legged man walked like a goose in boots, but she didn't want to tease him at the moment.

She ran away with her skirt in hand.

This is the advantage of not wearing tights, running without panting, but she doesn't know where to run.

She ran past the gallery, the concert hall, and the malachite hall, then ran into the garden, jumped onto the gondola docked on the bank, knocked the bank with the pole, and the boat began to float in the canal.

When Napoleon and his guards reached the shore, she had already rowed the boat for a short distance, but what she didn't expect was that the guards jumped into the water and pushed the gondola back to the shore.

The other guards came up from the water wetly, and one of them reached out to her, as if signaling her to come down by herself. If she didn't obey, they would use uncivilized methods.

So she grabbed the man's hand and returned to the shore. As soon as Napoleon approached, they all left, and one of them even rowed the gondola away.

"Do you want me to divorce?" Napoleon asked, suppressing his anger.

"It's ridiculous." Pomona smirked, covering her head.

"What's ridiculous?"

"I'm daydreaming, like a girl who loves fantasy." She laughed self-deprecatingly. "It's not real."

"Then I want to ask you, what do you think is true?"

"I want to see the folks." She said flatly, "I don't want to be Marie Antoinette, thinking that the world only has gardens, courts and balls. I want to see the real life of the people."

"Do you know why I didn't care about the color and style of your clothes?" Napoleon waved his hands a little excitedly, "You understand my intention. Paris concentrated on metal workers, and Lyon hit silk weavers. Related, clothing represents a person's power and glory, and it also has an impact on the economy, if I didn't find occasions to wear fine cotton cloth, I don't think you would mind wearing it, right?"

"If you want me to dress like a primitive," Pomona said. "I need a designer who can do magic."

"There is no woman like you, just like just now, when everyone questioned me about the freedom of the press, you fought back easily."

"You are wrong to restrict publication."

"But you didn't accuse me in person. I always felt that the world would be much better without Rousseau and me. His book was once banned by the church, but isn't this the key to enlightenment?" He anxiously stood in front of her Walking around "Are you torturing me? Or is this a new trick for you women? You drive me crazy, I think about you all the time, I'm jealous of your husband, every time I think of you in his arms I I feel like a fire is burning in my chest, what charm does he have that can occupy your heart and make you unwilling to give me even a little mercy?"

"You need mercy?" Pomona's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, please have mercy," he said, putting his arms around her and looking like he wanted to kiss her.

Look, men really dare to do anything to achieve their goals, including pretending to be pitiful.

But Pomona struggled with all her strength and finally pushed him away.

"Stop!" she warned in English, "Please wake up, General."

He gasped and looked at him pitifully as if he was still alive.

"I'll leave Paris as soon as possible," said Pomona. "I'm sorry."

It took him a while to calm down as he kicked the pots in the garden and every sculpture he could knock down.

"You know, Marie Antoinette has a secret lover." Napoleon said calmly, "Louis XVI was the one who helped him that night when he fled. That man was named Ferson, and his feelings for Antoinette were Clearly, he can do anything for her, you can tell me, whatever you want, no matter what it is, I will do it for you, but please..."

"I don't want to use you." Pomona shook her head.

"Then you say you hate me, but you don't think so, right?" He shouted excitedly, "You slapped me in the car just now, but I don't think you hate me, you like me, Unlike other women, sometimes they will deliberately turn the clock forward, just want to get away quickly..."

"What?" Pomona asked in surprise.

Forget about "she", and the compound word must be added, how much is this legendary Napoleon Bonaparte who has true love for Josephine.

"I try to think rationally, but I don't know what you are thinking. I will not allow anyone to take you away. You stay in Paris and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

After finishing speaking, he pressed the Mamluk sword on his waist, turned around and walked away quickly, seeing in the direction that he was planning to leave the Grand Tria Palace, she breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

Although it is said that if you don't like it, you should clearly reject it, but what should you do if you don't hate it?

"I hate you, Hathor," she whispered, as she staggered toward the palace.

She had received too much stimulation just now, and now she was physically and mentally exhausted, as if she had just gone through a big battle and was almost exhausted.

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"This is what you call intelligence?" The middle-aged man with the red scarf said with a Cockney accent, he put down the note Severus gave him, and he pouted, looking very dissatisfied.

"It's from the intelligence room of the French Army." Severus pointed to the blood under his cloak. "I took a shot to get it."

"Someone broke into St. Luke's Palace last night, and I heard it was a flying 'ghost'." The Liverpool man who ate apples said, "I guess it must have been done by a wizard, and I just stayed in front of Malfoy's chamber of commerce today. What did you fly with for a day?"

"The source of the information is absolutely true. Think about it, if this ship of saltpeter falls into the hands of the French, they can make more shells and gunpowder, and more British people will be injured and killed." Severus To the man in the red scarf "And you think about it, they're starving again this year, why aren't they in a hurry?"

"I hear they've revived the Bread Guild," said the Liverpool native.

"No, they smuggled food from the United States, although officially the United States and France have broken off diplomatic relations." Severus said, "Our allies have betrayed us."

The man wearing the red scarf looked at Severus, "Or, this is Napoleon Bonaparte's new strategy, and you are sent by him to sow discord between the two countries?"

Severus curled up the corners of his mouth and leaned closer to the middle-aged man, the tip of his big nose almost touching his face.

"I think he's dead," he said softly. "How many guards are there around that dwarf?"

"You want to assassinate him?" the middle-aged man asked calmly.

"I didn't succeed last time because of lack of information, can you provide it?"

The middle-aged man looked into Severus' eyes for a while, then sneered suddenly, stood up from the card table, and led him into the warehouse.

After coming to a corner, he pushed open a heavy-looking wooden box with a hidden door under it. After opening the hidden door, he walked down a metal staircase.

Severus followed him in, using lumos, who looked at his wand in surprise but said nothing.

"This is the map of Malemaison." The middle-aged man said, "There is a military camp six times larger than the villa next to the villa. The Tuileries Palace, St. Luke's Palace and Luxembourg are heavily guarded. The only chance for us to attack is the road. en route."

"You guys did the last assassination?" Severus asked, looking at the map of Paris in front of him.

"No, it's not us. There are so many people who hate him, aren't you one of them?" The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Do you know the rules of his movements?" Severus asked.

"He is very cunning, and rarely goes out except to watch the opera and go to relatives' houses." The middle-aged man pointed to the southeast corner of Paris, "In a few days he will go to the Palace of Fontainebleau. He wants to visit the military academy, and there will be an opera performance at that time."

"Can you get in?"

"I'm afraid it won't work." The middle-aged man said, "We plan to ambush on the road."

"What play is it?" Severus asked.

"Rousseau's "Village Fortune Teller," whose first premiere took place at Fontainebleau when Louis XV was still alive, was a one-act play with few actors and did not require many props."

Severus suddenly laughed strangely.

"Any questions?" asked the Liverpool man.

"That's a trap," Severus said. "He's going to use himself as bait to catch me."

"How do you know?" asked the Liverpool man.

"Because, I'm that idiot fortune-teller." Severus said to the two menacingly, then tossed his cloak, covered his greasy hair, and walked back upstairs gloomyly along the stairs.