Chapter 1181 King's Pet

   Although the Tuileries Palace is very large, they still can't take the risk and act separately.

  The servants in the palace are surprisingly few, perhaps because they are busy watching the young aristocratic men and women playing tennis in the garden.

Pomona remembers this. She heard that Napoleon once imposed a ban, not allowing ordinary people, even princes and nobles to play tennis. She didn't know who the young people were playing tennis chatting and laughing at the moment, but the crowds watched. It was so interesting that no one noticed three strange-looking visitors in the palace.

  They came all the way to a baroque hall with a high dome on the second floor. The walls were decorated with gold on a white background. A woman in a dress during the imperial period was playing the piano.

Before the Revolution, women had to wear tights in order to gain the favor of men, dressing themselves weakly, weakly and softly, but after wearing the clothes, let alone playing tennis, they would faint even if they walked and panted. Be careful and you will die because of suffocation. Women and men often carry smelling salts for first aid.

  Between freedom, death, and beauty, men chose to die for freedom and women chose to die for beauty, but they all died at their own satisfaction. The style of Josephine's dress is very simple, perhaps because of the colder weather, she put a cloak over the high-waisted skirt of the imperial government without a fireplace. On the green velvet sofa not far behind her, a handsome boy dressed as a court attendant was lying on it, listening with boredom, playing with an intellectual toy called Maya ring in his hand.

  This woman Pomona knew her. She was the queen of Napoleon, six years older than Napoleon, and the widow Josephine with two children. She has the temperament of the nobles of the old age, as delicate as a fragile product, but not as beautiful as in the painting.

  The skin is not particularly white and transparent, and there is no rose-like red on the cheeks. The complexion belongs to a young girl who has exercised vigorously. If Pomona were to describe Josephine’s temperament, it would be dreamy. She did not seem to be real. Whether it was a snow-white dress, silk shoes, the piano she played, or the magnificent palace, everything was in harmony with her. "Life" doesn't matter.

  No one will look at Josephine. They will talk to her about the price of flour today, how much the rent has risen, and how much salary the boss has deducted. You want to talk to her about Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, or the romantic ostentation of the nobles of the old age in Versailles.

  At least for the artillery from Corsica, Josephine was the key to his dream. She would help Napoleon transform from a wealthy citizen to a real nobleman, and then integrate into the real noble circle.

  There are other guests in the living room, including officers from civilian origins and aristocrats who are dressed in the Louis period. They are having a pleasant conversation with the ladies.

After the death of Josephine’s first husband, she needed to engage in communication in order to earn a living. It’s not surprising that she knew “friends” who could socialize. We still enjoy the ease of the moment.

  They didn’t care that Josephine played the moonlight during the day, it was just background music for them, and their eyes remained more on the women’s chest.

  At this moment, Pomona did not see Napoleon’s mother there, perhaps because she had not been picked up by Napoleon from her hometown, or she insisted on being a Corsican woman and couldn’t get used to this occasion.

  In short, this calm and youthful noise stopped after a loud bugle sounded.

   "Napoleon is here," Severus said.

  Actually, Pomona didn’t need to say that Pomona could also guess. The young officers all stood up and tidied their military appearance. The nobles wearing wigs also put away their frivolous eyes. The women with fans smiling and pulling up their collars quickly became dignified and elegant, and even the waiter who was lying down and playing with toys sat up.

  Only the laughter of playing tennis below continues, as if these people are not afraid of the first ruling.

  It didn't take long for Pomona to hear the crisp sound of horseshoes, and it didn't take long for her to hear the noise coming from the palace.

  They followed the voice and looked over, and the young Napoleon was walking up the stairs of the promenade quickly.

  Pomona has seen Napoleon’s oil paintings, mostly in uniforms, or else in the clothes of the emperor, she has never seen Napoleon’s dress before.

  He is wearing a green jacket, a round hat on his head, and a Mamluk scimitar on his waist.

Someone who is good at military affairs may say that it is a sword, but Pomona’s knowledge of the sword is that it is straight. This kind of sword, sword or other weapons are also found in British soldiers, generally Only worn by senior officers. What I have to say is that the look of Napoleon's Sabre looks great, but this dress is more like an adventurer or Pasha from Egypt than an emperor or general. His entourage all wore dazzling uniforms, and the stars surrounded him like a moon.

   Thinking of the camp she saw just now, and Napoleon’s obviously tanned complexion, Pomona suddenly had a hunch.

   "It looks like a foggy coup is about to take place." Gonsey said to Severus, "Napoleon should have just returned from Egypt."

   "We are really like wizards of the unknown prophet." Pomona said dryly, staring at Napoleon towards the reception room where Josephine was.

Josephine took the skirt up and made a curtsey of an aristocratic woman's tribute to the king towards Napoleon. When the capable general saw Josephine, he immediately squeezed her hand affectionately and squeezed her. He helped him up, and then turned his head to look at the officers and nobles.

   Being short was originally a defect. Louis XIV put on high heels to make up for this shortcoming, but Napoleon didn't care at all.

  He is not at all like a political upstart, his eyes and words have an orderly tone, which may be a habit he has cultivated in the army. Whether it is older than him or taller than him, he must bow his head and show a demanding attitude.

He didn't let those people relax, but briefly talked about his trip to Egypt, including his exploration of the Suez Canal and displaying the hieroglyphs he rubbed from the Rosetta stone, and then moved the topic to the governor's government. Regarding the crisis, he said to his little court in an emphatic tone, "I deeply doubt whether these crises can be resolved, unless there is a strong person to preside over the situation, but where is this person?"

  No one speaks. This general who advocates freedom and equality is not really that equal. He is just a chance for some people of civilian origin to be promoted. His personality is arrogant, just like his mother. Napoleon's mother came when the general was speaking to his men. She saw her tanned son, standing still on the spot for a while, as if turned into a sculpture, and then she walked over to hug him and kiss him.

   "You are thinner! You are committing suicide!" Napoleon's mother said.

   "No, on the contrary, I really feel that I am alive." Napoleon smiled and said, like an Italian, turning a circle in front of his mother. "Look at me like this, can you say that I am dying?"

   Then he began to look for "Where are Lucien and Ballina?" in the living room.

   "Lucien is in the Senate and Ballina is exercising." Napoleon's mother said.

  At this time, the general heard the laughter from the courtyard garden.

   "What sport is she doing?"

   "Tennis." Josephine said softly, and Napoleon's face immediately showed an unpleasant anger.

But he didn't say anything about it, instead he said, "Almost at the same time I entered the city, the government planned to hold a state banquet to celebrate the victory of Massena. I think they urgently need a victory to conceal their incompetence. I will come back this time. I took only a handful of people. The army is still in Egypt. The British destroyed our navy. They will soon be short of supplies. As long as I think of here, I am not in the mood to go to the banquet. Do you want to go?"

   "No!" The young officers replied in unison, but the bankers did not speak.

"There are many people over there who are keen to eulogize how great this country is, but what I want to say is that it was because we first created this country, and then we gave them the opportunity to let them eulogize how great this country is. On the way, the people of Paris welcomed me. They begged me to be their leader and take action against the weak and incompetent government to defend the revolutionary regime and safeguard the fruits of victory. However, I did not immediately agree to them. There are too many difficulties in front of us. We need to overcome it. Fortunately, there are many visionary friends in Paris who are willing to help. They all agreed to our request and agreed to provide sufficient funds to support our actions."

  "The 500,000 francs have arrived, General." A middle-aged man in a wig smiled humbly, "I brought it in a carriage this morning."

  "They are going to give Marseina a celebration, mother." Napoleon said to his mother who was full of shock on his face, "You should also prepare a banquet for me to wash the dust."

   "It's all arranged." Josephine said, "It depends on whether you are willing to attend the banquet."

  Napoleon’s mother turned and left with an angry face, and slapped Napoleon before leaving.

  But she was not in a hurry to draw a line with her son, even though Napoleon was engaged in extremely dangerous things.

   Immediately afterwards, Josephine took the ladies and left. Before leaving, the door was closed. The boy like a waiter wanted to stay inside, but was taken away by Josephine.

  She looks calm, just like when she played the piano.

  "What do you think?" Severus asked Gonsey.

  Gon Saiyi shook his head, as if he had suffered from aphasia and could not speak a word.

   "What about you?" Severus asked Pomona.

  She stretched out her arms, hooked his neck, and gave him a warm kiss.

  The warmth from her lips made her feel that she was still alive, and the person she kissed was also alive, which made her extremely happy.

   "Celebrate the victory, Professor." She smiled at him stupidly as if drunk.

  The double agent who had died in the war smiled at him, then held her head and continued a long kiss.

  This victory kiss is too late, but it’s better to be late than never.

  She was intoxicated and could hardly extricate herself, just like those who indulged in toasting for victory.

  　 Although there is a fabricated plot, I also ate several Napoleon's biography. Besides, I am a romantic novel, so I shouldn’t be so rigorous (*＾3＾)

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)