Chapter 1202 The Ship of Theseus (middle)

  Fate is half the master of our actions, but the remaining half or almost half of it remains at our disposal.

  ——Machiavelli "On the Monarchy"

  Almost every girl will encounter such a problem, how to dress to make herself the center of attention, stand out among the many equally young and beautiful same sex, and get the attention of her “target”.

  This "target" can be your sweetheart, or it can be the emperor, king, prince, duke, rich bachelor, etc. "material worthy of marriage."

  It is undoubtedly unwise to marry a young man who has no material basis for love, who only speaks witty words or looks handsome. There are many other girls who have the same idea. Even if they don't think so, they will be persuaded by their parents and relatives. In this way, these successful men will have a lot of female suitors around them, and they don’t have to spend the same time pursuing women as men who have not yet achieved success in their careers.

  In the story of Cinderella, the one who dances with the prince will definitely become the protagonist of the ball. In order to fight for this position, girls will not only intrigue, but also "self-mutilate" their bodies. Tights will not hurt the body less than cutting off their toes, or even greater. It is enough The murder tool, perhaps because of it, made it so difficult for aristocratic women to give birth.

  Josephine was a female of the Bourbon dynasty. When she was young, she had nothing to do. When she was old, these injuries to the body for beauty appeared. In the biblical race to have children, Jacob initially preferred the young and beautiful Rachel over the older and ugly Leah. However, Leah was able to have children, but Rachel could not, and his love gradually turned towards Leah.

Participating in this "competition" will make some people feel very unhappy, but there are others who enjoy it. Anyway, as long as Napoleon gave birth to a child, she might replace Josephine and become the first ruling wife. What a simple shortcut this is.

  To change to the usual Pomona, she didn't want to run into the muddy water, but the problem is that her body does not belong to her now.

Hathor found in her flannel pocket the dress that the Grand Duke of Lorraine gave her in Vienna the last time he took the European train. It was modified by a talented costume designer in Venice and became the same as the 18th century. Some of the dresses are similar, but they are so different.

  The era of imperial government began after Napoleon became emperor in 1804. At that time, women's skirts began to become high-waisted. Judging from the dressing of the women at the scene, the age of the ball venue should be before Napoleon became emperor. If women's clothing in the imperial period was "lightly dressed", then women's clothing in the Bourbon dynasty was "heavy", which was as heavy and cumbersome as a tank. The only advantage was that the skirt was very large, similar to the one worn by Scarlett in the movie "Gone with the Wind" The kind of tutu skirt will look very elegant when dancing.

As for who washes the floor-length skirt after it gets dirty, it’s not something girls attending the prom would think about. They won’t wash it anyway. Su said that the girl’s hand is the other face of a woman, if it’s for washing. What can I do if the clothes become thicker?

  Pomona never dreamed that she would have to compete with young girls at this age. Fortunately, they did not use the time converter to return to two hundred years ago.

   "Do these people on the dance floor really existed?" Pomona's soul asked deep in her consciousness.

"Card represents the vitality and vitality of a person, and Pakistan is a person's personality and behavior. The'shadow' originally accompanies the body of a living person, but it can exist independently after death. I remember that the paintings of your Wizarding Century are active and stored in them. All of them are the "shadows" left by the people in the portraits after death. These "shadows" are not as good as when they were alive, and they are not as good as half of them. I can't take Bonaparte's soul, but I can leave his "shadows". ', his shadow does not need to be stored in the painting, everyone else is a living ghost." Hathor said, perhaps because he disliked that the color of the golden dress was not what he liked, Hathor changed it to red. "When Cleopatra met Caesar for the first time, it was said that she was wrapped in a blanket. At that time, she was still a girl. Even if she acted recklessly, almost like an assassin, Caesar still found it very funny. The opposite **** is always very tolerant to the opposite sex. For example, men tend to forgive women, while women tend to forgive **** men. Oh, the wizard who gave a speech in the grave and the principal of Hogwarts are lovers?"

  "It's not the black-haired principal, but the white-haired and long-bearded one, and, do you know how to seducer?" Pomona asked helplessly.

  "Now our minds are connected. I can detect what you think. I regret that Dumbledore is dead. You are wondering why his portrait didn't move, right?" Hathor asked.

  Pomona stared at the phoenix, and it couldn’t help it at all.

"The shadow accompanies the living person's body. Maybe it is trapped on his body by something, so he can't move freely. As long as that thing is removed, it can return to the portrait." Hathor sorted out. I clicked on the chest of the skirt and pulled it down "Oh, your body is really heavy."

   "Are you saying I'm fat?" Pomona yelled angrily.

   "I haven't had this physical feeling for a long time." Hattor said cheerfully.

  "Do you want to take my body?" Pomona asked.

   "People are not such a terrible devil. I will return it to you if I borrow it." Hattor said softly.

  Pomona secretly prayed to God, hoping that he could come to a thunder to kill the evildoer.

   "Since Napoleon is just a shadow, why do you dance with him with a living body?" Pomona asked.

"I told you that shadow accompanies the body of a living person. Matter is a substance, it is a thing itself, and its form is abstract. The two are not one-to-one correspondences, just like grandfather's old axe. The blade is changed three times. I changed it four times, but this axe is still the same old axe."

   "You can go on, I can understand." Pomona said.

  As long as he can’t dance with Napoleon, Hathor can listen to even Pomona.

   "I won't tell you anymore." Hattor complained bit by bit, "Except for your lover, you haven't dated any other men?"

   "You are a nightmare." Pomona wailed.

  Time can make people forget many things, such as debts that others owe oneself, or the feeling of hating someone, but only the moment of embarrassment will pop out of your mind from time to time, and then let you relive the feeling of "unwanted to live".

  Pomona really wants to think that she doesn’t know anything. The problem is that she can see what’s happening, like a third party.

  There are many men around the first ruling party. They were talking in low voices. When the costumed "Pomona" appeared, they retreated to the side with knowledge and interest and gave her their position.

  Although the dancing guests are already ghosts, the real Pomona can still feel that kind of sharp edge.

  Hator gracefully bowed his knees to the first ruling, and then looked up at this invisible and very short Corsican.

   "I remember you." With a glass of champagne in his hand, Napoleon smiled in French with a strong accent and said, "We met at the Tuileries Palace. You are a ‘prophet’."

   "I have brought you a new prophecy, first in power." Hathor said, "Do you want to hear it?"

   "You can say here, let everyone see if you are sure." Napoleon deliberately said loudly, as if intending to embarrass her.

   "I heard that you like to read monarchy, do you agree with what Machiavelli said?"

   "Which sentence?" Napoleon said with a smile, as if waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

  "Machiavelli believed that the Medes became soft and weak due to long-term peace, which eventually led to the destruction of Medes by Persia. Do you think so too?" Hathor asked defiantly.

  Napoleon glanced at the people around him, and they all lowered their heads subconsciously, not daring to look into the eyes of the first ruling Lanxi Republic.

   "So do you agree? Lady in red." Napoleon turned his gaze to Pomona.

"Of course not." Hathor said immediately. "The Medes did not really become as compliant as sheep. They are still brave and tenacious, but they forgot the skills of war and fighting. This is what made them lose to the Persians. The reason is that their little scheming cleverness could not cope with the situation at the time. War requires real wisdom."

   "Are you flattering me?" Napoleon asked.

   "I think that when a man invites a woman to dance, he needs to say beautiful things to flatter her. Are you waiting for me to invite you to dance? Your Excellency?"

   There was a lot of exclamation around.

  Napoleon looked a little displeased. As a soldier who had been on the battlefield, his eyes were full of murderousness and looked very scary.

  But those eyes are not as deadly as the basilisk, no matter how scary they are, they will die at the first glance.

Hathor looked at him fearlessly, and Pomona was not guilty at all, so the lion roared in a low voice, as if at any moment the lion who would rush to bite her throat fell silent, and it began to assess her with a cautious gaze. , As if wondering why this creature that can kill with one bite dared to stand in front of him so boldly.

   "You can talk to me about your experience in Egypt while we dance later." Hathor said, "I would love to listen."

  Napoleon handed the wine glass in his hand to the adjutant, and then looked her up and down.

   "Do you want to waltz with me?" Napoleon asked.

  ‘No, I don’t want to. Pomona wailed deep in her soul.

  "Will you?" Hathor asked, "This is a fashionable dance."

  "In your eyes, I am the kind of person who can't change the past?" Napoleon asked.

"No one has ever seen you dance the waltz, Archon, but I think with your current position, no one would dare to laugh at you even if you don't know how to dance. Are you right?" Hathor said loudly to the people around you. .

  The people around are extremely embarrassed and don’t know what to say at this time.

  Napoleon laughed contemptuously, walked to Pomona's side, curled his arms, as if this was an invitation to dance.

   Hathor took his arm unceremoniously, and the two walked to the dance floor together.

  Originally, the dance music was only halfway through. The musicians hurriedly stopped the original music, and the dancers dispersed. They formed a circle and watched the "Shadow" of France's first ruling party dance with a foreign woman.

   "What's your name?" Napoleon stared into her eyes after holding her hand and placing the waltz's hands-up pose.

   "You have given me a name, I am a woman in red." Hathor smiled happily and said, "Like Rossi, it originally meant a redhead."

   "What kind of red is this red on you?" Napoleon asked.

   Hathor tilted his head slightly in surprise.

   "I didn't expect a soldier to be interested in fashion."

   "This is Paris." Napoleon said, "I don't want to be told that I have no taste."

  "You can call it Egyptian red. The Pharaoh's crown of Lower Egypt is the same color as it." Hathor said in a dreamlike tone.

   "No! Don't seduce him!" Pomona shouted.

  Unfortunately, no one heard her roar, because the band began to play the waltz at this time.

  Napoleon danced pretty well, although not so graceful and a little stiff, but not completely controlled by his partner like Harry.

  In the process of spinning, Pomona looked at the people in gorgeous evening dresses, as if returning to Malfoy Manor all at once.

   "You just said that you have a new prophecy, can you tell me now?" Napoleon asked.

  "Tell me, what's your impression of Egypt?" Hathor asked rhetorically.

   "Why?"

   "If you satisfy me, I will tell you."

  Napoleon laughed, "What if you are not satisfied with my answer?"

   "I know your latest code." Hathor said, "Do you think that the difficulty of divorce is increased, and girls will not easily find an unsuitable man to marry for a comfortable life?"

  "Do you have other opinions?"

   "If a woman doesn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, that's a joke." Hathor said, "You may understand human nature well, first rule, but you don't understand women."

  "Will you live with a married man for a residence?" Napoleon asked angrily.

"If even survival becomes a problem, what other choice do you think we have?" Hathor asked, "I thought you would understand, because you are also that kind of person. As long as you can live, it doesn't matter what other people do. "

  Napoleon gave a shocked expression.

"This is when you told me in court that day, you let me choose whether to choose happiness or the truth. I chose the truth. Tell me, for someone like you who grew up on the battlefield, one hundred The lives of 10,000 people don’t matter at all. Compared with the lives and deaths of a million people and the shooting of civilians, who is more immoral with a woman and a married man?"

   "You...you are..." Napoleon gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression as if he wanted to strangle her.

"If you make me dissatisfied, I can make you sad, so say something nice, Napoleon." Hathor smiled sweetly. "This is our first dance, don't ruin it. "

  　 Regarding the Medes mentioned in the theory of monarchy, Napoleon’s comment is "Bah", an onomatopoeia, which almost made me laugh, hahaha

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)