Chapter 1286 Another scene

Even though she had been to Italy, Georgiana still didn't recognize those military maps.

They were spread flat on the floor of the library, and stepping on them was like stepping on real Italian soil. She was not familiar with the people in that land. She only remembered their loose queues, pickpockets and vulnerability.

's army.

Italians and French are completely different, even though they are only separated by the Alps.

Just as she was looking at the map at her feet, the door to the suite opened, and His Excellency Bonaparte stared at her with a gloomy face.

"Give me the map." He stretched out his hand towards her, looking like a beggar.

"Aren't you going to see Josephine tonight for 'balance'?"

"I don't want to discuss this topic with you now." He said coldly.

"You may have some misunderstanding and think that I am jealous. Is it possible that the kidnapping of the papal envoy was done by Italians?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why do you think so?"

"As long as it makes you sad, they'll do it."

"Ha." He smiled sarcastically.

"I know an Italian who wants to avenge a family. He doesn't care who he kills. As long as he is from that family, he will kill even a woman. Sometimes people do things without thinking. You can't use

Normal people use logic to think about their thoughts."

He stared at her without speaking.

"Those boys who love dueling are not necessarily doing it for normal reasons. They may also be doing it for the limelight. Kidnapping the papal envoy is not a trivial matter. Do you control the newspapers?"

"I can't believe it." Leon said lazily, "A woman actually needs to be reminded of this kind of thing."

"If you think I'm nosy..."

"I'll let Fouche do it later. You can continue talking."

"This is a kidnapping, not an assassination. They need to survive. Aren't you negotiating with the church?"

"In the last assassination incident, the real culprits were three priests, not the Jacobins." Leon said slowly, "I framed the crime on them."

"Because it's hard to find excuses to deal with your benefactors? How many excuses do you have to deal with the royalists?"

"I don't want to discuss with you who the murderer is. Many people are already investigating. Come here." He waved to her.

She immediately jumped over the map and walked to his side.

He put his arm around her waist and looked into her eyes, "You are so beautiful, so beautiful that someone would commit a crime for you."

"I would rather you value my brain."

"tell me why?"

"What?" she said stupidly.

"Why do you always pick up trash that others don't want? That poet is the most inconspicuous of today's guests."

"A man's appearance is the most unreliable. I value personality and quality more." She held his face, "Tell me a little about what you did in Egypt. Don't talk about the sinful ones. Find the ones you think will make you happy if you tell them.

Something that feels better."

He rubbed his face against her palm and said, "Don't worry, I feel much better."

"Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"

He hesitated for a moment, "Can I sleep on your lap like last time?"

"certainly."

She sat down generously, allowing him to lie on her lap, which was once Severus' exclusive place.

He lay on the map of Italy and let out a long sigh.

"Actually, Caprara's kidnapping is good news." He suddenly said, "It is a taboo to change generals on the spot, and the same goes for changing negotiators midway. Conselvi can continue to talk to us about the special academic appointment."

"Look, good news." She smiled easily and tangled her fingers in his hair.

"Caprara is here to negotiate the peace treaty. I don't know which party will benefit from suspending the peace treaty."

"A profitable war...what about the Americans?" she said. "They can sell arms to many parties."

"I just told you that I don't want to talk about the murderer." He said with an angry look on his face.

"You just said you didn't know which party would benefit from suspending the peace treaty?" She also glared at him.

"Why did you remember to ask Berthier for a map today?"

"Take them all, I can't understand your military map." She patted his forehead, "I should have known it was a civilian map."

"What do you want to see?"

"Italian trade unification requires smooth traffic first. How about building a bridge from the mainland to Venice?"

He adjusted his sleeping position and looked at her face, "If it were you, how would you manage Italy?"

She shook her head, and the pearl earrings on her earlobes swayed slightly.

"Then why do you mention building roads?"

"Rome." She said softly, "All roads lead to Rome, but Rome will no longer be the center of the Roman Empire."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My dear Isis, you really know how to speak nicely."

"I'm not Cleopatra anymore?"

"She is a mortal woman." He stretched out his hand to touch her face. "You are a goddess as beautiful as your soul."

"What if I'm not beautiful?" she said painfully, "I think I can be a man with nothing and still love him."

He stared at her without answering.

"Thank you for not lying." She said coldly, "You men will never be able to overcome external beauty."

"I don't think I can be interested in the wife of the Prince of Wales." Napoleon said. "Being fat is the next best thing."

"There will be an exotic romance after this banquet. Have you ever thought about how to hold a wedding between a Protestant and a Catholic?"

He smirked "You want to have a wedding with me?"

"It's not me. Which witch have you ever seen get married in a church?"

"Then what is the wedding ceremony for you witches?"

She regretted starting the topic.

"The Prince of Wales also found a woman older than him." Napoleon sneered and said, "Men of our time all like sister-brother relationships."

"You and Josephine are siblings, we are mother and son." She pointed to her nose, "Don't look at me so young, your mother and I are the same age."

"Hold me, Georgiana," he begged, "like the Virgin who pities her child."

"I'm not Maria."

"When we were in Egypt, there were many wounded soldiers. Before leaving Tantula, the medical officer reported to me that the wounded soldiers who could retreat on foot could not walk one more stop. I immediately dismounted, and other cavalry officers also

Following this, a wounded grenadier did not dare to mount for fear of soiling my saddle. I said to him, "Get on, there is nothing more beautiful for a warrior." The wounded soldier climbed onto the other horse.

Right now, until all the wounded soldiers are mounted, my horse has no one to ride it. This is what I think is so cute about people in the army." He squeezed her hand. "I don't know where that quartermaster got his courage, Commander-in-Chief.

He dares to ride even his own horse. This is what I hate about businessmen."

"I'm not your horse." She said extremely tiredly.

"What I hate the most is people plotting. I love kind, elegant, and gentle women. My soldiers also like you. Are you not afraid of them at all?"

"I thought the staff officers didn't need to be afraid." She carefully recalled the male soldiers she saw. They seemed quite polite.

"You said you are an herbal medicine teacher, what is your favorite flower?"

She first thought of the moondew flower she wore at her wedding, but this kind of flower was definitely not available to Muggles.

"I don't have a favorite flower," she whispered, "I like all flowers."

"You lied." He accused, "Isn't your favorite flower related to him?"

"That's right." She admitted with a stiff neck.

She originally thought he would be angry, but he turned out to be calm.

"He is a lucky man." Bonaparte said, "It is a pity that luck cannot allow him to protect you. If there is a kind of love that cannot make you work hard, it is better not to love at all."

She thought of those decadent days and nights, but she actually enjoyed them herself.

"There are many people who object to me being soft on the British. They feel that you have influenced me." Napoleon said, "There is only one step between greatness and absurdity. I want to take good care of those soldiers. Louis XIV has an Invalides. I don't want them to live on the streets.

I make a living by begging. Life once tried to force me to surrender, but I will never give in to it. I only surrender to you. Please have mercy on me, love me, and give me the strength to fight again."

"I don't deserve this." She said in fear.

"Please be kind and show mercy." The majestic general begged her.

"Do you think you're like those little prodigal sons who will agree to anything if you beg me?" She quickly covered her shawl tightly.
To be continued...