Chapter 1241 The Sultan's Concubine

The study of the first ruler of the Tuileries Palace is connected to the small living room of Marie Antoinette. In addition, there is a meeting room. That rotunda for the police.

Usually no one can enter his study except his secretary, and now Pomona will no longer go in ignorantly, she has come to the queen's drawing room next door, just like those divas who come in a carriage at midnight Wait for him inside.

There is a sea ship model in the living room. Pomona distinguishes it. It is said that Napoleon smuggled back from Egypt to launch the Brumaire coup on the Venetian ship Mirron. The model of this ship looks very similar to A Venetian ship.

The innate charm of upper-class women is a passport to cover up their poverty, but if they want to stay here, it is not enough to rely on beauty alone.

It is also very easy to stay in the Tuileries Palace, but it is not so simple to stay. The fear of being sent to the guillotine and the sense of achievement of triumph are concentrated in this living room full of Rococo style, and the pendulum of the clock makes a dull sound , This regular and rhythmic voice made Pomona feel suffocated, and Pomona felt that he might not be far from insanity.

It didn't take long for her to hear the door of the study room open, and there were swift footsteps at the door. She looked at the sky outside the window, and before she knew it, the day was coming to an end.

The door was closed with a "bang", and Napoleon was holding a Mamluk sword in his hand. He didn't wear a sword originally. Although she didn't know where he got it, she didn't want the sword to stab her. body.

"What do you have to explain?" He frowned, eyes fierce and disgusted, like looking at some kind of bedbug.

"Have you ever dealt with an agent?" Pomona asked. "Those boys think I'm an agent."

He looked at her with puzzled eyes.

"They hope to get in touch with you through me, and then you give them power to realize their ambitions and plans. I think this matter should be more cautious. Don't introduce Quesnay to Louis XV like Mrs. Pompadour. The French economy is a mess." Pomona looked at him and shook her head with a smile. "You don't think I'm flirting with them, do you?"

He staggered a few steps in the living room, just about to open his mouth to ask a question.

"There was a young man among them, he wanted to send me a script, and I would have my maid Sophie take it over, he said a good idea." Pomona said before he spoke, "After some of your decrees are issued There is a misunderstanding among the common people, and he intends to reinterpret it in the form of an opera, you forbid people to play tennis is to prohibit gambling, not to make tennis the privilege of kings and nobles?"

"How do you know?" The anger on his face calmed down a lot.

"It wasn't me who said it, it was the young man who said it. I planned to tell you about it after reading his script, but you obviously didn't want to wait, didn't you?" Pomona said sarcastically, "You just now What are you thinking? Tell me."

General Bonaparte, who had suffered emotional injuries, clutched his resolute chin and fell into silence.

"Maybe some women need to conquer a lot of courtiers to prove their charm and gain self-confidence, but I am not that kind of person." Pomona sat on a small sofa, and she dared not sit on that couch" I study to arm my own mind, not to please others. My husband often complains that I am not a normal woman. A priest said that since nature has born me as a woman, I should use the value and morality of a woman. to live, or I shall be a half-manly monster, unattractive to men and women."

"I have a different opinion." He sat down on the arm of the sofa where she was sitting, and said in weird French. "I thought androgyny represented a work of art."

"You don't have to please me." She said coldly, "Can I go?"

"where did you go?"

"Obviously you must live here today, where will I live if I don't go back there?"

Napoleon seemed to realize this problem at this time.

"Did you tell Mr. Jenner to wait for me?" Pomona asked again.

"Don't rush away..."

"The robber will not wait for you to be indecisive." Pomona grabbed the sword in his hand and pulled it out, the blade exuded a dazzling cold light.

When the deserter sneaked into the manor, Melanie pretended to pick up the sword and looked like she was going to fight desperately, but she didn't dare to kill anyone at all. Fortunately, Scarlett shot and killed the deserter, otherwise the people in the manor It's dangerous.

"If I don't give you a reason to use it, why do you use it against me, soldier?" Pomona took the sword back "Are you going to coerce me like the savage Rousseau wrote about? "

Napoleon took the sword with a smile, and threw it on the coffee table casually.

"Do you want to go into politics?"

"No, women shouldn't meddle in politics. In the previous dynasty, women meddled too much before the country fell."

"That's because they..."

"You've been to Venice, have you ever heard of Cecilia?" Pomona interrupted him again.

"who is she?"

"She was the favorite concubine of Murad II, Sultan of the Ottoman Empire. She was the illegitimate daughter of a Venetian nobleman. She was kidnapped when the Turks invaded Venice and dedicated to the Sultan. She helped Venice gain an advantage in Genoa's diplomacy. "

"You want to be her?"

"What I want to emphasize is the diplomatic advantage." Pomona frowned in confusion, how could she think of this metaphor.

"If no one teaches you, then you are a natural seductress." Napoleon said calmly, "You want to influence me like her?"

"Did I say something stupid?"

He didn't answer her question, but it generally felt like he wasn't angry now.

"I will stay with Mr. Jenner recently, and I will not live in the Grand Trianon Palace." She whispered, "Since you want to build a hospital..."

"The hospital can be built at any time. I want to use Mr. Jenner's reputation." Napoleon interrupted her. "The higher my reputation, the more difficult it will be for opponents to resist me. Go back first and remember to entertain guests well."

She felt that this was very problematic.

But she still left the small living room.

"Georgiana," Napoleon said suddenly as she opened the door, "I don't want to kill you, do you understand?"

"I didn't give you a reason to kill me, why did you kill me?" She repeated that sentence, and then closed the door behind her, leaving him alone with the ghost of Marie Antoinette.

She is indeed there, but she is not pearly white. Like the bloody Baro, her body is covered with silvery white blood. Perhaps because the blood flowed from her neck, she almost turned her whole body into silvery white, not Baro. Usually just a little blood on the chest. Too bad Muggles can't see it, only wizards can.

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Severus walked into a salon.

With the renaissance of court etiquette, the once closed salons began to rise again, but everyone's clothes were different from the old days.

The more shabby a person looks, the easier it is to be suspected. Severus's bright attire makes him unimpeded, and no one will suspect that he is a thief.

He took the champagne from the waiter's tray and listened to the young people talking around a lady, but they spoke French and he couldn't understand a word.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found an acquaintance, so he walked over and greeted him.

"Hello, Giovanni," Severus said to the vampire he met in Venice, who froze for a moment.

"I know you?"

"What are they talking about?" Severus continued talking to Giovanni in English.

"As long as most people's property and reputation are not infringed, the monarch only needs to fight against a few ambitious people, but if a monarch is greedy and usurps the property, wives and daughters of his subjects, the monarch will be hated by others. A monarch should Consider avoiding those things which make him hateful and contemptible, if he can do these, he has done his part, and the Bourbon kings can't even do their own part, shouldn't they be overthrown ?So some people think it's pointless to justify Louis XVI, even though those pamphlets say he was a benevolent man." Giovanni took a sip of champagne.

"I know, it's in The Prince," Severus said with a smile, "and I know another person who read it, and he happens to be a greedy, wives-grabbing tyrant."

Giovanni looked at Severus.

Severus pointed at his fangs. "Are you a vampire?"

Giovanni's face became grave and pale.

"I'm not in trouble."

"I know, that's why I talked to you instead of killing you." Severus said slowly, "I just arrived in Paris and need a guide who can speak English, how about you as my guide? "