Chapter 2431 The Battle of the Queen of the Night (Part 1)

Freemasons in each place have different "initiation ceremonies", but one thing is common, that is, the leader will cover the newcomer's eyes with a cloth, and then take off the blindfold when they arrive at the place.

This is actually the same routine as someone being kidnapped. The purpose is to hide the location of the clubhouse, but later it is derived into darkness and light. The symbol of Freemasonry is an eye.

Georgiana knew that the opera The Magic Flute contained many Masonic elements, but at the end of the overture, the opening of the curtain still surprised her. There is a big snake on the stage. Of course, it is not alive, but a prop. It is about the same thickness as a basilisk, and it also has a pair of amber eyes.

Padma was also taken aback and covered her eyes subconsciously. Her dance partner Charles immediately smiled and comforted her.

Georgiana pretended to be calm and lightly slapped the folding fan in her hand. This was what she "bought" at the exhibition today. It used shells, and the garden of Eden was depicted in a hollowed out way. The shells will change with the light Colored light.

Immediately afterwards, the "big snake" got out of the way, allowing the "prince" to show his figure...

Tenors usually have a big belly, so that they have enough lung capacity to sing a penetrating voice, but the Belgian tenor's big belly can't even be covered by a deliberately loose robe.

At this moment, the big snake suddenly fell to the ground and made a "boom", and everyone in the opera house laughed. Then three witches appeared. To be precise, they were the maids of the Queen of the Night. After defeating the serpent that was chasing the Egyptian prince, they surrounded him and said against their conscience that the prince lying on the ground was really good-looking.

Charles didn't know what he said to Padma, she stopped watching the show, stared at him and laughed, and then Georgiana felt a burning gaze. She looked over according to her feeling, and found that Alice was looking straight at Padma and Charles.

That look was the same as the way Lavender looked at him after Ron and Lavender Brown broke up, and then Georgiana turned her gaze to the opera.

The Magic Flute was once very popular, not only because it was written by Mozart, but also because the aria of the Queen of the Night is very gorgeous, suitable for sopranos to show off their skills, and the leading female singers of various opera houses will perform to prove that they are solid. sing. Even though it was banned for a while, the actors performed it with ease.

Then there was an impressive scene, three "Queens of the Night" appeared on the stage, one was an Italian soprano hand-picked by Napoleon, one was a soprano from England, and there was a local soprano from Brussels , They divided the lyrics of the Queen of the Night into three sections, and each person sang one section in turn.

The audience in the audience whispered that this kind of "dramatic" scene is always indispensable to watch the live version of the opera, and Richard Edgeworth, who was in the same box as Georgiana, was very happy to watch it.

No one cares so be it.

Georgiana watched the three queens of the night surrounding the prince like goddesses of golden apples. Maybe she thought too much. I couldn't help but glanced at Borski's box. The old widow was indeed accompanied by a young man, but he didn't look handsome, and his hair was thin because of his wisdom.

"That's Laboucher from House of Hope." Edgeworth leaned over, looked in that direction and said, "Are you going to see him?"

"Don't worry yet." Georgiana looked around to see if she could find other acquaintances.

Then the curtain came down, and it turned out that the queen of the night had finished playing, leaving the prince alone on the stage, and then a funny character appeared—a bird-catcher covered with colorful feathers.

There was no smile on the face of Maria's family.

This matter is not only his country's domestic affairs, but also an international issue. Because lynching has been repeatedly banned among the people, the agronomist Arthur Young of the Enclosure Committee was almost hanged by French farmers.

When the judges of the court are still practicing procedural justice, the countryside is still judging by natural justice.

At this time, the "Magic Flute", an important prop of the entire opera, came on stage. The maids of the Queen of the Night handed it to the prince. It looked like wood, but the lyrics said it was more precious than gold. Under the guidance of the maids, go to the castle and rescue the princess.

At the end of this scene, there were no actors on the stage, and then there was applause, and the audience, whether in the box or the seats below, stood up, ready for the "intermission".

Georgiana didn't go with the others. She was led by the manager and took another path, which can also be said to be a special passage. It led to a small room like a secret passage, and the interior was magnificently decorated.

She walked to the window and looked downstairs. People were entering the dance floor next door one after another. They would not enter the venue until the others had almost entered.

She looked back at the others, not knowing what to do with the time, when there was a knock at the lounge door, and the theater manager opened it, talked in a low voice to the person at the door for a while, and then looked at Georgiana.

"Someone is looking for you, ma'am."

"You can ask that person to come and see me." Georgiana said bluntly.

"He insisted on doing it," said the manager. "There are important things."

She looked at him suspiciously for a while, touched the bracelet with the wand hidden on her wrist, then left the room, led by the attendants to a room not far away.

The servant knocked on the door, and it was Constance who opened it, and before she could be shocked, Constance let her in, and then he closed the door.

Bonaparte, who was looking out the window, looked back at her.

"You look beautiful tonight."

"And you, what kind of clothes are you wearing?" Georgiana looked at his "micro-suit". He looked like an accountant. "I thought you had already left Brussels."

"The minds of mortals are constantly changing, and our plans are uncertain." He pinched his hat, "I'm leaving tonight, and I'm here to say goodbye to you."

She didn't know what to say.

"You don't say 'careful all the way'?" he said in French with a Corsican accent.

She walked over, brushed his hair back with the back of her hand, and looked into his ears.

"I heard a story today, do you want to hear it?"

"What did you say?"

"About Vermeer's "Girl with a Pearl Earring"." She touched his earlobe, "That girl has a name, her name is Griet, she was originally a maid of the Vermeer family, and the pair of pearl earrings belonged to the mistress of."

"Why did the earring appear on her ear? Did she steal it?"

"That's not the point." She smiled and said, "Greyet didn't have her ears pierced. Guess who did it for her?"

He didn't speak.

"It hurts." She said softly, "Although Vermeer was very careful, her tears still flowed together with the blood, but he didn't back away immediately, his hand brushed her cheek and wiped away her tears. "

"What did he do?"

"Ear piercing." She laughed and said, loosening his ears, "I was thinking today, what jewelry should I give you, I can't give you a chain like a Bourbon nobleman gave a dog a necklace of gemstones. "

"So you want to pierce my ears?" He touched his ears.

"Do you want to wear it?"

"Who pierced your ears?"

She didn't answer.

"It is he?" asked Bonaparte.

"Vermeer had a wife at the time, and she bore him five children, and Griet was pregnant with the sixth when she came into her house..."

"What are you trying to tell me?" he asked a little annoyed.

"Will you find another woman when your wife is inconvenient?"

He looked at her in bewilderment.

"Don't forget the last witch in Switzerland, she was also a maid."

He was even more confused.

"Don't think of the maid," she said dryly.

"You're not worried about my safety, but this?" He said incredulously.

"It's the way I care."

He shook his head, looking hard to accept.

"I'll write to you." She patted his chest. "Remember to write back."

"That's not what I want!" he yelled angrily.

"Isn't this the meaning of our separate actions? It's not that you are always worried that I can't do well, which will cause you to be distracted." She said silently, "I'm not the kind who cries."

He looked very angry and ignored her.

"We'll meet again, didn't we say we'll meet at Compiègne?" she said dryly.

He simply gave up and kissed her.

It's at least a little more romantic than her, even if it's corny.