Chapter 1474 Paris Lover

Ireland "was" and "still" is a member of the United Kingdom of Great Britain. It has always been governed by the laws of England and complies with various laws of the British Parliament.

"Once" refers to the Stuart dynasty, which was the first royal family to successfully rule the Kingdom of Scotland, England and Ireland on the British Isles, although its rule was actually less stable.

"Still" refers to the Hanoverian royal family. After Ireland was annexed to the United Kingdom in 1801, the Kingdom of Great Britain was reunited.

Before the merger, Ireland still had tariff protection. After the merger, there would be no protection. Ireland would be completely reduced to a "vegetable garden", providing agricultural products to England.

When the famine broke out in Ireland, the British government also thought about providing work relief, but unfortunately the local area lacked the necessary infrastructure. This was a problem accumulated over decades of economic exploitation.

Wheat is not only the staple food of the French, but also the staple food of the British and Irish. It is impossible for Bonaparte to raise 1.2 billion francs to realize Lanzhi's idea at once, but if anyone sees mountains of grain everywhere on the dock,

As well as the porters carrying sacks like ants, they will all wonder whether France is really short of food.

Napoleoni's cavalry may not be able to cross the English Channel, but British civilians can come to France and exchange boatloads of wheat for French Bordeaux wine.

The UK also has vineyards, but they are not as good as those in France. In the past, if the UK wanted to drink wine, it had to import sherry and port wine from Portugal. In the 17th century, due to the beginning of the struggle between Britain and France for hegemony, France did not allow the export of Bordeaux wine to the UK, so the UK turned its attention to

The Portuguese royal family. Chaptard asked Britain to allow wine imported from France to have the same conditions as Portugal.

Correspondingly, there were high tariffs on industrial products, which was certainly unfair to the textile industry. Coqueber de Monbre and some business representatives persuaded Britain to allow France to take some temporary measures to protect its industry.

Just like a horse locked in a stable in winter, it feels very comfortable to be able to run freely, but this does not last long. After it is free to run for a while, it still has to "work".

The charter is a privilege granted by the Crown to the colony and is not issued by Parliament. Parliament only has the qualification to review it.

It was not easy to get the mad King George III to stop issuing charters, but Addington did it.

Jefferson, who hated the charter, was happy to see it disappear, but everyone knew that this short-lived good time was temporary. Austria and Russia were both worried about the fate of Switzerland, especially after they approved Malmaison's pardon on May 26.

In addition, the issue of compensation for the Duke of Orange must be prepared for negotiation in Berlin.

Nelson was already on vacation, but Bonaparte had to continue working. This was the result of making enemies everywhere.

Doctors can repair physical wounds, but they cannot repair mental wounds.

Georgiana sighed, feeling that she might not live long.

Napoleoni lacked gentleness and consideration. He was like a desperado with today and no tomorrow, doing whatever he wanted. Maybe he no longer valued "eternity" so important.

Exporting a large amount of grain is a misstep, but Addington, who is eager to restore the post-war deficit, can't care so much. Everyone is betting on whether the weather this year will be the same as last year. If the grain harvest continues to fail, it will

It's Addington's turn to organize food supplies.

Weather forecast is also a kind of prophecy.

The exiles are still waiting for the "prince" who was prophesied to be the protector of humanity, justice and culture. He was not originally Bourbon, but the word was added artificially, so this prince became the prince of France.

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"Why sigh?" asked her little French lover.

"I'm thinking of a poem by Madame Pompidou." Georgiana said slowly. "Without intelligence, without noble feelings, even if you are not beautiful, and you are not young, you can still find a first-class lover in France."

He laughed out loud.

"Your way of flattering people is really strange." He said happily.

"I don't think any woman has the courage to treat you as her lover." Georgiana said dryly, "If I write a biographical novel, it will definitely sell well."

He ignored her nonsense, and like an ordinary, energetic young man, he embraced her young-looking old man and praised her with a glib tongue.

Napoleon was a poet and a writer, but that was all a long time ago.

His poetry is not that good, and his novels are average, but his words are rational. You can't feel his breathing or see his eyes. Even if he lies, he can write it down smoothly in words.

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Desai clearly didn't say anything like "It's a pity that I didn't live long enough to leave my name in future generations", but Napoleon Bonaparte told the story as if it were true, making her think that it was for him and Kleber.

Two memorial pillars were erected to fulfill his dream.

She remembered Severus' Cockney accent and his deep voice. His voice as a child was not what he sounded like when he grew up.

She didn't want to get involved in Bonaparte's childhood. She just hoped that the young man who said he was old when he was only 30 years old could maintain a healthy mentality and not make terrible decisions like a cold-blooded animal. One of his choices would change many people.

fate.

He is no longer the little man who used to panic on the rioting streets.

The peeling skin on his chest has improved a lot under the doctor's treatment, and it no longer looks so scary.

She stretched out her hand and touched it gently. Whether it was Marat or the one who decided to free the slaves, give them freedom, and decide to suspend the hereditary system, they were all Jacobins. She was so superstitious that maybe he was really sick at this time.

Not a coincidence.

This person was a so-called revolutionary who had never been exposed to conservative British girls like Georgiana who lived in peacetime.

He was worse than a hippie in a jacket. Fathers strictly prohibited their daughters from contacting him. However, in that turbulent era, even fathers could not guarantee that their lives would be safe, let alone protect their families.

She boldly wanted to leave her own marks on him, such as scratches, but he stopped her.

He still needs the doctor to give him medicine, and his parents-in-law haven't left yet.

She felt disappointed, but did not persist. Then he asked her who had pierced her ears, and she answered the question honestly.

Severus had dressed her.

Then he began to look at her body, as if he was looking for a place to pierce her. She couldn't play with young people's things.

Later he said that he might as well leave his mark on her, just like she was a cow.

"Don't you care about your own life or death at all?" he asked. "You don't even ask who poisoned me."

"I care more about the overall situation." She said calmly, "I don't want to cause too much trouble like Mary Mattoinette and make it impossible for others to deal with."

Then she touched the black bag hanging around his neck, which contained deadly poison.

"I want some jewelry."

"What jewelry?"

"A locket, I want to put poison in it." She said softly, "I am not as afraid of death as Louis XV. Death is just a kind of eternal sleep to me."

"Isn't it freedom?" he asked, "You can break free from the prison of your body."

"There are still corpses, don't bother to save them. I don't want to be burned to ashes and dumped into the Seine like Saint Geneviève."

He was stunned for a moment, "Why mention her?"

"I dreamed about her." Georgiana pouted. "She thought I introduced Attila into the city."

He seemed to be wondering who Attila was.

"What do you think is the difference between civilization and barbarism?" Georgiana asked.

"I don't want to think about this problem now." He buried his head and started kissing her neck.

She always felt as if he was going to bite open the veins in her neck at any moment, just like a lion hunting its prey.

At least lions eat their prey after hunting them, but wolves start "mealing" while their prey is still alive.

We are both in Paris, we are the same French lover, why is the difference so big?

She recalled the Delmid she saw at the Chaptars' house, holding violets in his hands, dressed like a trumpet Napoleon, and loudly saying "Please accept my belated apology", and she didn't know if she could win it again.

The same treatment, but the "flower girl" becomes a real person.
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