Chapter 1207 "Little Rose"

"No, Mom, I won't marry him!" A girl wearing an old-time rococo-style light green dress screamed with no ladylike temperament. "I hate Louis, and Louis hates me too. Are you crazy? That's it.

Doing so will only bring disaster!"

There was a "pop" and a loud slap hit the girl's face. Josephine's face was full of anger, looking like an angry lioness.

"Don't let me be like other mothers and let the female companions watch you until you get on the wedding float." Josephine said.

As if she didn't recognize who Josephine was, the girl covered her beaten cheek and looked at her with tears in her eyes.

Through the conversation between the two, Pomona knew who the girl was.

She is Napoleon's stepdaughter, the daughter of Josephine and her ex-husband, the mother of Napoleon III, Hortense de Beauharnais, and the Louis they just mentioned should be Napoleon's brother, the future King Louis of the Netherlands.

· Bonaparte.

"I am a human being, not your jewelry." Miss Beauharnais said tremblingly, "You have no right to do that."

"Of course I have this power, because I am your mother!" Josephine snapped, then sat on the sofa again, "You can leave now!"

Mademoiselle de Beauharnais turned and left her mother's drawing-room weeping.

While other people's attention was not on her, Pomona quickly pulled down her hood, letting the invisibility cloak cover her figure, and then left with Hortense.

They followed the corridor of the Tuileries Palace, which had been renovated and had a vague imperial style, to the hall, and then walked out of the hall to the Tuileries Garden, where many young people were walking in the sun.

At present, women's clothing has not changed much, but the style of men's clothing has changed a lot. In addition to officers wearing military uniforms, there are also some young people wearing black tuxedos. Black originally represented unlucky or low-status colors, but because in the

Many people wear it at funerals, and this color has become a formal dress for social occasions.

However, even though the styles of men's clothing have changed a lot, they are still influenced by women's clothing in this changing era. The open and loose coats of the aristocrats in the past were replaced by waisted coats. This design makes young people look extra tall.

Pomona couldn't help but keep her eyes on them for a while, but as soon as she was distracted, Hortense walked away, so she trotted over and finally found Hortense in the maze of rose bushes.

, she was sitting on a bench crying sadly alone.

Pomona didn't know whether she was in a dream at the moment, or whether she had used a time turner to come to the past. If it was the latter, then any of her actions might cause the child who should have been born to be "unborn." Although there was no such thing as Napoleon III

The future of the king who could not even win the Great Patriotic War is wonderful, but history is history and cannot be tampered with at will.

She originally planned to leave just like that, but she really couldn't let a little girl cry so sadly and leave it alone. How old is Hortense this year? Is she 18? In the 21st century, a girl of this age should still be studying in school.

, worrying about the college entrance examination, instead of crying about my marriage like now.

Hortense is not very beautiful, far inferior to her glamorous mother, but she is youthful and energetic, full of girlish innocence, and really does not look like a girl who has experienced the Great Revolution.

The cruel environment will make women become "realistic". Pomona can understand that Josephine can't give birth to a child herself, and her position in the family is unstable. If she wants to get a man with Bonaparte family blood,

The child can only rely on his daughter's belly.

She hated the kind of remarks that used women as reproductive tools, but she had to admit that children were related to the legitimacy of inheritance. If Napoleon was incapable of giving birth, then European history would have to be rewritten.

Napoleon is only 30 years old now, in the prime of life, but Josephine is already an advanced maternal age, and some practical issues have to be considered.

Just like Rose's mother in Titanic, if she still wants to maintain a decent life as an aristocrat, she must let her daughter marry the American bourgeoisie she used to look down on, regardless of whether Rose really loves Carl or not.

Perhaps it was this ruthlessness that allowed Josephine to survive the Revolution and become the future Queen of France.

"Ah~, let me see, who is hiding here?"

A voice came from behind the rose bushes. The accented French sounded a little funny, but Pomona recognized the voice's owner.

Hortense raised her head and looked at the man who broke into her world with tearful eyes, it was Napoleon Bonaparte.

At this time, Napoleon was not like Pomona had encountered before. Instead, he looked like a child who had not yet grown up. He was wearing what could be called casual clothes, with his hands behind his back, as if he was hiding something.

"I'm not in the mood to play hide-and-seek with you today." Hortense took out her handkerchief and wiped the snot and tears from her face like a lady.

"Are you sure?" Napoleon took the thing hidden in his hand and showed it to Hortense. "If you beat me, this will be yours."

"What is that?" said Hortense in a hoarse voice.

Napoleon opened the black velvet box.

There is a large pink diamond inside. It is not very shiny, but it is rich in color, just like a girl's unpolished heart.

"Take it away," Hortense said immediately in disgust. "I hate diamonds."

"What's wrong with you?" Napoleon closed the box in frustration.

Hortense was about to speak but stopped.

"Did you quarrel with mother again?" Napoleon walked over to Hortense and sat down. He didn't look like a great man at all.

"She also beat me, look." Hortense showed the red mark on her face to Napoleon, "What a cruel mother."

"What did you do to make her so angry?" Napoleon asked.

"I contradicted her," said Hortense.

"Why?"

Hortense did not answer Napoleon again.

"Well, I don't know what you girls are quarreling about again, but I hope it doesn't affect your attendance at the banquet the day after tomorrow. You and Louis will have to accept the members of the Bankers Association instead of me and your mother."

"Why Louis and me?" Hortense said dissatisfied.

Napoleon looked at her strangely.

"Don't you like Louis?"

"Why do you feel that way?"

"Your mother told me that although you two always quarrel, you are very close."

Hortense glared at Napoleon.

"What's wrong?"

Hortense didn't say anything in the end, stood up and ducked her feet and left, leaving Napoleon who was completely confused.

"It's really hopeless." Pomona whispered with a smile and followed Hortense. She wanted to see where the girl was going next.

Hortense carried her tutu and came to the Louvre. At this time, the Louvre was not as big as it was later, and there were still many buildings that had not been repaired, including the small Arc de Triomphe. A young man was sitting on the lawn.

Use your knees as a table and write on a piece of paper.

The characteristics of the Bonaparte family can be seen from his face, but he exudes a poet's temperament that is completely different from Napoleon's military temperament. Hortense came to stand behind him and kicked him rudely.

, the young man immediately turned his head and stared at her in anger.

"Why are you so crazy?"

"Are you writing to my cousin again?" Hortense smiled sarcastically.

"What does it have to do with you?" The young man put away the letter paper on his knees.

"Has a trip to Egypt not dispelled your unrealistic fantasies? It's impossible for you." Hortense sat next to the young man, her tutu spreading like a bud.

"What are you doing sitting down?" the young man said warily.

"I can sit wherever I want?"

The young man stood up, as if he didn't want to stay for a second longer.

"Where are you going?" Hortense shouted at his back.

But the young man was unmoved and walked towards the Tuileries Palace.

"I tell you to stop! Louis Bonaparte!" Hortense stood up and shouted arrogantly.

Louis Bonaparte, the future husband of Hortense de Beauharnais and the father of Napoleon III, did not bother to pay attention to his fiancée.

Hortense stamped her feet in frustration and sat down on the grass again.

Pomona picked up the note that Louis Bonaparte had accidentally left when he got up.

The above content has been altered many times, but even a blind person can see that Louis wrote a love poem, but this love poem was not written to Hortense, but may be her cousin.

Pomona looked at the lonely girl sitting on the grass, looking at the Louvre Museum, and took off her hood, revealing her figure.

A man's first love is a woman's lifelong rival. Goethe even said that first love is the only love. Regardless of whether Hortense will fall in love with Louis in the future, there is a feeling in Louis' heart that no longer belongs to her.

No one knows this pain and sorrow better than her.

"I have a question for you." Pomona said to Hortense. The girl turned her head and looked at her. "Do you want to be the Queen Mother, or do you want to have a happy family?"

"Are you crazy?" Hortense frowned and looked at her like a madman.

"Do you know who I am?" Pomona asked with a smile.

Hortense was a little confused at first, but then she seemed to recognize her, and her eyes became clear.

"Why don't you accept the diamond?" Pomona asked.

"How did you know?" Hortense asked alertly, "Papa and I were the only two people there at the time."

"You called Napoleon 'Papa'?" Pomona felt like she was struck by lightning.

"How dare you call the First Consul by his name?" Otan fought back without showing any signs of weakness.

"To me, he is already a historical figure," Pomona said. "Everyone can call him by his first name."
To be continued...