Chapter 1563 Saint Denis’s Treasure (3)

  Georgiana’s ears are smoking.

  Napolioni thought it was a very funny thing, and kept staring at her and mocking.

  She picked up a book on the desk and threw it on his face, trying to get rid of the smile on his face.

  "Why are you beating me?" He took the book that was thrown at him, and asked knowingly.

   "It's not fun!" She said solemnly, "If Matilda hadn't come in, I'm afraid I would have to soak in the bathtub all night."

   "Why don't you use magic?"

   "Is this what you want to say?" She said incredulously, "There is a man..."

   "Male ghost." He corrected, and then laughed. "I never knew that ghost stories would be so funny."

  She was too lazy to continue telling him that she would take away the books on the table, plan to find information in another place, and see what "gift" she would send to get Carloman back to the cemetery in Italy.

  As a result, he followed, as if she wanted to continue to observe the smoke from her ears, so she put the book down and covered her ears with both hands.

   "Why do you cover it." He tried to pull her hand off.

  She kicked him.

   "I blame you!"

   "Why is it my fault?"

   "If it wasn't the problem you thought, Carloman wouldn't be here." Georgiana stared at his blue eyes and said, "Are you thinking of making Joseph or Otense's son the heir?"

  He narrowed the smile on his face, but was so strong that he tore off her hands.

  "How did you do it?" he asked, as if he was still suspecting that Georgiana had done tricks and changed "magic" to him.

  "This is a side effect of drinking the potion." She repeated impatiently, "What about my question?"

   "Is he there now?" Napolioni asked.

   "Yes." Georgiana pointed upstairs. "He lives in the stone oak tree on the roof."

  "Do you think he can give me the answer?" He said, squeezing her hand.

   "I think he can learn from you." She answered honestly, "There is such a possibility."

He was silent for a while, and then said slowly and in a low voice, "When I was a general, I thought that if someone gave me ten years in power, I would soon become a life-long ruler. But after so many things, I think I am getting old. The vast majority of the people are gullible, and even a few people do not dare to speak out."

   "It's like the emperor's new outfit." Georgiana said dullly, "There must be a brave child to stand up and tell the truth."

   "Do you believe that people will be reincarnated?" Napolioni asked.

   "That's what Buddhists think."

  "It would be great if people can reincarnate with memories. I will succeed my son to rule, so that I will be loved by people."

  Georgiana is a little bit dumb, what is he talking about?

  "Being kind to people will never go against the current situation, but if you only do good deeds, others will treat you as a weak and deceptive fool. Do you think the people choose Piping because the pope puts the crown on him?"

  She thought for a while, shaking her head.

   "You can say what you want to say." He was gentle and encouraging.

   "The Merovingian family does not only do good deeds..." she muttered in a low voice.

"anything else?"

  "Clovi’s heirs are more incompetent than the other, and the government is actually in the hands of Peping."

"I'm telling you a secret." He lowered his voice and said, "When I was a child, my mother told me, Leon, you will become a ruler in the future, except for Corsica's own rule. There is no lack of anything other than those who are born. Some people are born to be rulers, and some people are ruled even if they are born with the power to rule. My son will one day be ruled by those pedantic The teacher is weak to be deceived. This is why I want to be reincarnated. Can magic do this?"

  Georgiana looked at him calmly.

  There is a wizard, his name is Voldemort, and he did it, but to be precise, he was not resurrected, but reincarnated, because his new body was not given to him by his mother.

This wizard has a complete memory, not other Horcrux fragments, such as the soul in Riddle’s diary, only a 16-year-old memory, but he is a wizard, Leon is just a Muggle, even if he is It is easy to murder a person, but he does not have the ability to split the soul.

  "Tell me what are you thinking?" He said softly.

   "I'm thinking about Francois I." Giorgioanna whispered, "His mother also told him, my son, you will be king in the future."

  "Which book did you read from?" He raised her hand and looked at her nails.

   "Knowledge is not only written in books, but also passed on by word of mouth." She smiled and said, "You should listen to the secret words in the Louvre."

  He put down her hand and stared into her eyes.

   "Look." He said frivolously, "An Italianized Englishman."

   "You said I was the devil?" she said incredulously.

   "Louis XIV's mother is Austrian, why would you think she belonged to the Medici family?"

   "I don't remember which Louis's mother belonged to the Medici family." She said confused.

"It was Louis XIII. After Henry IV was assassinated, his 9-year-old son was succeeded to the throne, and the Queen Mother Marie de Medici was regent. She reused Concini, and the French trade and prestige were greatly damaged. This situation was overcome when Seriu came to power." Bonaparte whispered, "This is the plan for you and your husband? When I die, you will become the regent queen, and he will be responsible for ruling the country?"

  Georgiana smiled and shook her head, "Your imagination is too rich, Leon."

  He kissed her.

  She was taken aback, and then this Italian whirlwind swept towards her like a tornado, and she was quickly stunned by his enthusiasm.

  "Have you heard that." He whispered, "The Princess of Naples had a grand wedding in Madrid."

   "Who is the bridegroom?" she asked stupidly.

  "Do you think I can replace him?" He asked in a low voice.

  Georgiana did not speak.

  "As long as your heart is on me, I don't mind how many British friends you have." He continued, "Even my close relatives have British allies, let alone you."

  Georgiana was surprised.

  "I can also accept a moderate royalist party." He still said softly, "I can't give them titles and official positions. If I did that, what would others think?"

   "He did a lot for me."

   "I have done a lot for you." He was a little angry and said, "Even the heart made of ice should be melted."

  She wanted to tell him about the tobacco trade strategy she thought of last night.

  But she stared into his eyes, and felt that it was not what he wanted to hear now.

   "I approached you for revenge." She was a little out of control and said, "You are the kind of person he hates most."

  He sneered, "It seems that even a wizard cannot predict what a woman will do."

He looked down at her belly, and those beautiful hands rubbed her waist. "The generous gift is followed by plunder. You know, when people start to feel lack of money due to gifts, they Will let their hands stretch out the wealth of others, just like this, although they hope to become good-doers and win people’s goodwill, the goodwill they get from the victims is not as good as the hatred they drew from the looted, you Know who said this?"

   "Cicero." She whispered, "Machiavelli quoted it in the theory of monarchy."

   "I also want to be a good person, but you also see how Louis XVI ended in the end."

   "Who do you want to grab again?" She said sadly.

  He smiled mysteriously, "I agree to your request. I will not put all British civilians in jail. In fact, you don't need to ask for it and I will agree."

   "Why?"

  "Because I am not British, you can ask every British captive how did they live in France?"

  She thought about herself for a moment, and somehow understood why Bonaparte would be treated kindly by the British after he finally became a prisoner.

   "You have to be more virtuous." She said dryly, "This will be good for you in the future."

   "I am not a villain who deceives his wife... Do you want me to be that kind of person?"

  Georgiana shook her head.

   "Then what should you do?"

  I will divorce him.

  She couldn't speak when she reached her lips.

   "I made a mistake." She trembled and said, "I want to confess for the rest of my life."

  He did not speak immediately.

  "Please send me to the monastery..."

   "You have to understand, I did this to take care of the dignity of the two of us." Leon interrupted her. "Divorce is a relief for him. He will have a new life."

   "Actually there is no me..."

"I love you, Giorgioanna." He interrupted her again. "I will retire when France returns to order and prosperity, and I find a suitable successor. Don't you like Venice? We will live there in the future. "

  She looked at him in despair.

   "There will be one day." He said firmly, as if cheering the soldiers.

   "Think about the nationalization of steel first!" She was so angry that she said, "Your brothers don't love me."

   "When they just want to make money for themselves like those revolutionaries, they are not my brothers anymore." He said capriciously.

   "They are your confidants, you can't do this!" she said angrily.

   "Then what are you going to do?"

  "Tobacco can be trafficked through neutral countries, thereby separating their relationship with England." She said blankly.

  "Are you going to sacrifice the interests of England to help me?" He said with a smile.

   "Monopoly is not a good thing after all. Only when there is competition will progress." She was frustrated and said encouraging words.

   "You still haven't solved the problem by saying that."

   "I don't want to form a party!" She said angrily.

   "Then there is only one way." He said frivolously, "Marriage, Leoncourt's grandson and granddaughter are not married."

  "Who do you want to find...No, marriage is not a tool for the exchange of benefits."

  "Do you look down on the soldiers?" He asked rhetorically.

   "No!" she screamed.

"I have always hoped that the generals could marry the old nobles, but they would rather find a banker." Bonaparte said coldly. "They always like to say'we', but'we' are separated, so I want to create The Legion of Honor, unites the revolutionaries."

  Georgiana did not answer.

  According to the truth, the sheriff should better be in charge of a person with a military background, but Napoleon is selected from the electoral group that pays the most taxes. It seems that the final social order must return to the foundation of property.

  According to the amount of taxes and the big dinner parties like Henry Shaw did, which one is more advanced?

  So Draco used his own money to buy flying broomsticks for the children of Slytherin, in order to obtain the position of the team chaser, and was ridiculed by his godfather as "pampered since childhood."

  Georgiana is not worried about Lance. She is worried about Alice. Such aristocratic lady is married to a knife and licks blood. Will a man who walks to the position of general and marshal step by step be happy?

   "How about we go upstairs to ‘damn’?" He thought he was witty.

  She didn't object, she obediently followed him.

   Although the tower is not a vantage point like Notre-Dame de Paris, it still overlooks the scenery of Paris, and listens to the bells that come from a distance with the wind.

  But the bell is not a warning signal, nor is it a coronation ceremony. Maybe it was played for the couple when they got married.

  (End of this chapter)