Chapter 1373 “Bitter Fruit”

Napoleoni once said that water could quickly restore the passion he had lost due to fatigue.

This refers to bathing. Sometimes he would fall asleep in the bath and wake up feeling energetic.

Although Paris is close to the Seine River, the people of Paris are facing serious water difficulties. They have to transport water to them once a day. A bucket of water costs 2 sous, and the cost for a year is 36 francs. Moreover, Paris has both

There were no public pools or places to water livestock, so there was no way to scour the streets.

The health department has cleaned up the Seine River because it is right next to the river. The area a little away from the river is still the same, but because Christmas is approaching, there are many decorations on the street trees, giving it a festive atmosphere.

Napoleon was assassinated last Christmas, and water trucks loaded with explosives were ambushed where he was going to pass. He planned things very well, including his travel route, which is perfect for people who want to visit interesting places on the roadside when they see them.

For a girl, dating Napoleoni is not a pleasant experience.

All Georgiana could think about was assassinations and assassins, so she thought that there would be as few twists and turns as possible.

The main play written by Godin is not suitable to be watched during the festival. The Grand Theater of France is performing an opera "La Dancing Girl" adapted from Lemire's work about Hinduism published in 1770. Georgiana always felt that he saw the girl on the poster.

The actor seemed to have some wild ideas, so her original plan to watch the opera was rejected.

Maybe Napoleon had nothing to do with Madame Recamier and Madame Bernadotte, but these actresses had appeared in the First Consul's bedroom in the Tuileries Palace. If it had been anyone else, she would have laughed.

After a few words, he even took Severus to see those girls in bikinis sunbathing in the park, but this little bastard couldn't do it.

She couldn't help but find something to whip him with, and even beating him would be useless. She would be so angry that it would drive him crazy.

It turns out that letting him plan the date route was a wrong decision, just like how he arranged portraits of famous British generals at his birthday party. Without Mr. Jenner, it would be a bit boring to just walk around the streets with him.

Georgiana hadn't been on many dates herself, but she had seen kids go on dates, and the boys were always struggling to think of something to talk to the girls about, unless, like Sirius, he ignored the girls.

Instead, they gathered around him and discussed topics that they thought Sirius would be interested in.

"Let's go in and sit for a while." Georgiana pointed to a cafe and said, "I'll buy you a coffee."

"Okay." He agreed with a sigh of relief.

So they walked into this cafe called Cavo.

The business of this store was very good, and it was almost full. The waiter took them to a relatively remote location. This place was separated from a small private room by a screen and an opera-style curtain. It was small and could only accommodate two people.

With Duroc and Napoleon's valets accompanying them, there was no place to sit.

As usual, she ordered a soda, Napoleoni ordered a cup of coffee, and she also ordered a piece of cake. When the waiter left, they had nothing to say.

This kind of embarrassment is different from that of an old couple who has been married for decades and has nothing to say.

In addition to the "clinginess" that Mrs. Tallian said, Georgiana discovered another terrible thing. Napoleon really didn't pursue girls.

Many women fall in love with their ears. Godin looked like a veteran in love when he talked sweetly to Sophie, but Georgiana didn't like this type.

Gordan is very ambitious. He not only wants power, but also love. At the same time, he also holds a "little secret". Otherwise, Georgiana would not let someone like him become her housekeeper, nor would she allow Sophie to get close to him.

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But Sophie liked him like that, so what could Georgiana do?

It was easier to control Napoleon than she thought. When she said he wanted to drink coffee, he dropped his original plan and actually drank coffee. This did not make her feel that she was in control of everything, but made her feel a little pitiful for the little man.

"I still haven't decided what Christmas gift to give you." She started a topic, "I don't think any of Cicero's books is suitable for you. Just now Schaptal told me about Homer. Do you like Homer?"

"You don't have to tell me where your source of information comes from." He said quietly, "I'm glad you asked about my preferences."

"What do you think of Tacitus?" she asked again.

He curled his lips and shook his head.

"Why?"

"Guess what." He said teasingly.

The first thing she thought of was the Odyssey, in which the "hero" goes on adventures just like in the story of the Golden Fleece.

"I don't like the heroes in ancient Greek mythology." She said coldly, "Especially Jason, what kind of hero is he?"

"Then what kind of hero do you like?" he asked.

She stared at the dwarf in front of her.

"Do you like me like this?" he asked, pointing to his chest.

"Do you think you are a hero?" she asked with a smile.

Napoleon laughed.

"Do you think I look like your female admirer now?"

He smiled and shook his head.

"I rarely get so crazy about someone that I lose my mind, but you really fascinate me. Sometimes I wish I could be Medea and kill your new love and your heir, but I find that I'm not like that.

Man, I might leave you like a fool, but if I want you to not be able to find me, I have plenty of ways."

Georgiana calmly said that she could hide in Nick Flamel's house, where there was a Loyalty Charm, and even the wizard would not be able to find her.

"Are you angry?" he said with a smile.

"The woman on the poster just now, have you slept with her?" she asked vulgarly.

"That's right." He said bluntly, "She performed a French opera for me in Italy."

"Why did she come back to France?" Georgiana said coldly.

"What do you think?" he asked casually, looking arrogant and arrogant.

"I don't want to waste time fighting for favor." She said calmly, "There are many people who think that their ability determines their own destiny, but I think it is everyone's own choice to decide their destiny."

"You don't want to influence my choice?" he continued.

"I feel that I should not point fingers at a man who has experienced the revolutionary wave and the baptism of the battlefield. I am different from you. You sympathize with and value farmers, but know nothing about agriculture. I am opposite to you. I will do it myself."

Farm, but I will not be worshiped like you. If you are the chariot, I am the plain, supporting your chariot in running, but you must also be careful not to drive the chariot towards the cliff. The last chariot

Destroy people."

"Are you threatening me?" He smiled with interest.

"You haven't threatened me yet." She said with a cold face, "Don't think I won't resist you."

"How are you going to resist me?"

"Have you heard of Malzelle?" she asked the Frenchman.

"Did you see this from the library?" he asked.

"It was a donation from the British Navy." Georgiana said coldly, "He used to be a celebrity."

"What do you want to say?"

"The theatergoers didn't want to watch the play, so they went to the High Court to watch the play. The current justice was regarded as a fool by the common people."

"You want to discuss politics with me?"

"I hate mixing love and politics." She said with a cold face, "Go deal with that actress."

"No," he said defiantly.

Georgiana was about to get angry when their order arrived, and she resisted the urge to throw the cake in his face and took a swig of soda.

"If you want to handle it, go handle it yourself." He said as if to appease her.

"Why did you deal with Pauline for Josephine?"

"She's different from you...she doesn't know how to deal with this kind of thing."

"In your eyes, am I a very vicious woman?" Georgiana asked.

He didn't speak.

"I used to be in school, and everyone said that I was a compassionate person. I opposed women oppressing women, especially for love. I will not let your relatives use that woman to drive a wedge between us. I am disgusted with this kind of thing.

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"Don't ruin our date." He took a sip of coffee.

"Don't you like that I'm jealous? That's how I feel when I'm jealous." She punched him hard. "Do you think it's more pleasing to you now that I'm not jealous?"

He was so calm that he put down the coffee cup in his hand and asked, "Are you still thinking about him recently?"

She looked at him angrily.

"Me too, I don't miss Josephine that much." He held her hand, and the sapphires and diamonds on the wedding ring flashed in front of her eyes. "I can't find the kind you mentioned called 'one' anywhere."

Japanese lover's perfume, is that homemade by you?"

"You want to be Anthony?"

"Please give me happiness." He almost begged. "I need these memories."

By saying this, he was tantamount to promising to let her go in the future.

"Why are you unhappy?" he asked.

She raised her other hand that wasn't caught and wanted to slap her, but he caught it easily.
To be continued...