Chapter 1283 Mr. Danti

If Napoleon is the kind of person with attractive looks, then Joseph Bonaparte is very handsome. Coupled with his height, he is definitely a handsome man.

As a silk merchant, it was not surprising for him to appear on such an occasion. Having him made Georgiana feel a little more at ease, at least she was not the only one to bear the responsibility for her mistakes.

After the French Revolution, European men's clothing underwent tremendous changes. High-end fabrics such as lace were replaced by exquisite tailoring.

Napoleon's clothes were mainly high-collared shirts, while Lucien, as a man of letters, wore a wide tie.

The first time she danced at the Paris Opera House, she thought Lucien's bow tie looked familiar. Now looking at the clothes of fellow British people, she suddenly realized where she had seen it before.

Severus's collar was not from the Victorian era, but from the Regency era, and she helped choose his wide tie.

During the Regency era, men's trousers for formal occasions were made of silk, which was produced in Lyon, France, and also Italy. Napoleon wanted to dump French and Italian silks to Britain, and Britain also wanted to use cotton fabrics instead of low-grade cotton.

Agricultural products are dumped in France.

In addition, there are also woolen clothes, blankets and shawls. The Corsican people did not say whether they can accept woolen shawls, but Georgiana thought it was better not to accept them. She smiled and said that she was allergic to wool and declined the gift from her fellow villagers.

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These dandy boys from London's upper class were very curious about Miss Georgiana. After all, Monsignor Bonaparte looked very solemn and serious on most occasions, and it was hard to see that he also had a hobby of stealing wives.

This is different from the British regent marrying a widow, and he also allowed Georgiana to live in the Chateau Rambouillet and allowed her to meet guests in a generous manner. All this met the standard of a "faint king".

Many people compare Napoleon to Caesar. He also had a little Cleopatra in Egypt, but she has been forgotten and no one knows where she is now.

It is a good thing for a businessman to have such a eloquent woman in the "harem".

The French mainly drink coffee, but coffee is not grown in France. The colonial coffee tariff was raised in the Trianon Pardon. If you want to drink coffee, you have to pay more. There are women who drink black tea in the palace.

Then the private sector can also do it. As for the sales volume, it depends on what is discussed at the negotiation table. In this way, even if you lose money on wool and cotton, you can still make money in tea, which is a hugely profitable industry.

Although tea picking, tea mountain management, and baking all require labor, slavery eliminates this cost.

Anyway, Georgiana served black tea to the guests, Monsignor Bonaparte didn't care. There were sugar, cheese and the recently popular "forest pie" food on the coffee table. The chefs in the kitchen not only researched the main dishes, but also researched and invented desserts.

The chocolate pecan pie tastes great when paired with black tea. Although it is not as representative of France as the macarons, British young men are just as happy eating it.

She didn't see the "sir", and they were probably negotiating with the French customs and anti-smuggling departments. The reception she originally thought was terrible was unexpectedly easy. She just had to hide behind Joseph, not talking, and keep smiling.

The topic Joseph talked with them also revolved around banquets, and they were curious about how the French held banquets.

When Napoleon Bonaparte was about the same age as them, he was already a god of war on the battlefield. Only after comparison did she realize how precocious Leon was.

There are many differences between children who grow up in difficult circumstances and those who grow up in good times.

She was alone with her thoughts, and after a while she realized that someone was looking at her. It was a boy with the same poetic temperament as Louis. Like Severus, he had a big nose, a sunken chin, but no hair.

So long and the eyes are brown.

"Who are you?" Joseph suddenly asked.

The young man didn't pay attention at first, but it was only after his companion bumped into him that he realized that Joseph was asking about himself, and he shifted his gaze from Georgiana to Joseph.

"Wordsworth, Your Excellency, William Wordsworth," the young man replied in French.

"What do you do?" Joseph asked angrily.

"I am a poet," said Wordsworth.

"I'm asking you, what is your job? What do you do for a living?" Joseph asked again.

"His father is a lawyer." A companion replied, "He once studied in Cambridge and was very interested in your country's Great Revolution."

"This revolution represents the perfection of human nature." Wordsworth said immediately, "I admire heroes like Lord Bonaparte."

Napoleon Bonaparte was a "regicide"...

Georgiana couldn't help laughing, as if she understood that the poet would come to France.

She originally thought that Joseph would ask what works Wordsworth had written, but instead he avoided the topic and continued to talk about dance partners with the young men.

Regardless of the character of these noble gentlemen, just looking at their appearance, they are all very good. After all, young people take advantage of them. Maybe after this banquet, the foreign love will develop.

Different countries have different customs and habits. Curiosity will make both men and women take the first step. It is much better to look good than to look annoying.

She seemed to understand the purpose of these brats coming to France.

The maids from the Grand Trianon Palace were all beautiful, and Napoleon liked such blond and slender girls. The eyes of the young men would occasionally glance at them. She suddenly hoped that Napoleon would like one or two maids, so that she

You can hate him.

He hoped that she would take care of the wounded soldiers and build a canal to improve the water supply problem in Paris, although this canal was to realize the Rome of his dream.

He is a clean person, but he does a very dirty job, but some people have to do it, just like someone has to shovel the mountains of dung outside Paris.

He is thinking about retiring when he is only 30 years old. This is the age for others to start their careers, but he doesn't seem to be talking nonsense.

The original purpose of clothing is to cover the body, but instead it makes people curious and want to see what the body hidden under the clothes looks like. The Greeks advocated not wearing clothes, which eliminated imagination. Bonaparte's figure

It's not perfect, there is still moss on the body.

But he knew Shakespeare's poem, which was not easy for a pragmatic French dictator.

It will be painful for a person who studies literature to see physics, and it will be painful for a person who studies physics to see poetry, but at least he went to see Shakespeare and realized the hint of her dressing herself up as an oil painting.

She felt that she was being admired as a work of art, even though the person admiring her was a robber.

"what's on your mind?"

She blinked.

"What are you thinking about?" Napoleon Bonaparte asked again.

"How did you come?"

"What are you thinking about?" he asked again.

"Let me tell you first, you can't laugh at me."

He nodded.

"Light! Light! Don't be obsessed with the angle." She said, imitating the way she directed the painter at the Palais Saint-Luc.

He understood immediately, "You want to play again?"

"You want to see that painting? Except the Mona Lisa," she said. "I hate that woman."

"Can I ask why?"

"She caught your attention. Are you still hanging her in the bedroom?"

He sighed and seemed to be in a bad mood.

"What happened?" Georgiana asked.

Last time, Leon suddenly appeared during the tea party and all the guests left. This time he drove away the guests.

"The Pope's envoy was kidnapped." He said expressionlessly, "Did your husband do it?"

She opened her mouth in surprise.

"And that kid just now, why are you staring at him?"

"What?"

"Joseph told me, are you also an unruly woman?"

She thought for a moment and suddenly understood.

"I like dead poets." She patted the back of his hand and said, "I won't be like other girls who forget about a love poem."

"He's not handsome either, why are you staring at him?" he asked reluctantly.

"First tell me you are not angry."

He endured it for a moment and nodded with a pout.

"Mr. Wordsworth looks like Severus."

The Corsican who had promised not to be angry immediately stood up in anger.

"If the flag in a man's heart is not easily shaken and you respect him, then a woman does not dislike poverty and loves wealth. Shouldn't she also be respected by you?" Georgiana said boldly, "You did not abandon Josephine because you became great. I

Don't abandon Severus just because there are better options."

"Even if you say I won, I'm still unhappy. Is first come, first served so important?"

She thought of Joseph and the story in the Bible, where Jacob used a trick to take away Esau's eldest son's right. She originally thought that the eldest son's right was no big deal. After the hereditary system collapsed, the eldest son's right was also cancelled, and the second son and illegitimate son were also eliminated.

You may have the right to inherit part of your father's estate.

What if she had met Napoleon first, instead of Severus?

Maybe she would turn a blind eye to him like those women who have no vision.

A thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not always exist. She is not a bole. Maybe among the young people just now, there is also a big shot in the future.

"I think I'm a good person." Georgiana said, "I don't want to continue to degenerate."

"Do you think I want it?" he asked.

"Your brother seems like a nice guy."
To be continued...