Chapter 2259 Poseidon’s Winter Banquet (1)

The climate in the greenhouse is warm, and there are always some bees and butterflies flying around. Those tropical plants are so beautiful not just for people to admire, but their purpose is to attract bees and butterflies, allowing them to collect nectar and spread pollen at the same time

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Although Georgiana did not have as powerful a "helping group" as Josephine, it was still very easy to collect information about the beautiful woman who just talked to Napoleon. Her name was Chiara Robinson, and she was a mixed-race British-Italian. She had grown up in Florence.

He grew up, had a lively personality, spoke English not very fluently, and had a strong Italian accent. Almost all the aristocratic men in London fell under the skirt of this exotic beauty.

This time when Napoleon came to Antwerp, many British people also came. They missed the celebration banquet to celebrate the signing of the Treaty of Amiens, and it was more troublesome to go to France. In comparison, it was much more convenient to go to the Netherlands.

Chiara was not only beautiful, but also had a sweet singing voice. She could also play the flute, harp, harpsichord and piano. Didn’t Bonaparte have a flute in his hand as a bard? She taught him how to play it.

In order to "not affect" the performance of the real artists, they found a remote place, where they happened to be bumped into by Georgiana, who was "helping people with vaccinations".

Mrs. Emma Hamilton painted for others as a model, but Chiara was an artist herself. She showed her artistic talent very early and studied painting under the guidance of the Florentine painter John Zoffany, who was taught by George.

Commissioned by Emperor III to paint the Octagonal Room of the Uffizi Gallery in Florence.

Chiara, who seems to be perfect, has an unfortunate family. Her father went bankrupt and was later taken in by his good friend. This friend was an antique dealer, well-to-do in London's upper class, and was also a close friend of Lady Devonshire.

If you remove her glamorous appearance and female identity that combines Italian sexiness and British wisdom, she is indeed a very creative painter. Her works are mainly based on mythological and historical themes with fantasy colors, and she is as passionate about it as her teacher.

The shadows and light are handled very well, very Florentine style.

In addition, she also exhibited a sculpture, which is a strong man wearing a cape. He has a very tough appearance, like a rock weathered by the wind. He looks in one direction with a deep gaze and holds a harpoon in his hand.

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Georgiana originally thought it was Poseidon, but after listening to the agent's introduction, she learned that it was the Roman soldier who chopped off the giant's hand. Then she was no longer interested in this sculpture.

As Miranda said, does the theme of spring need to use flowers? Compared with sculptures, Chiara's paintings are more interesting. What she painted is the sea monster Scylla. This kind of terrifying monster has a protective color like an octopus.

, the stone wall where she usually sleeps has turned into a cliff. What Chiara painted here is the chalk cliff of the Strait of Dover. A ship is sailing in that direction without realizing it. The waves are rough on the sea. There is a watcher beside the cliff.

It looked like a harbor suitable for docking. There was a fig tree in the harbor. The huge Scylla looked extremely huge compared with the ship, like a giant beast.

When Behemoth jumped into the water, he became Leviathan.

Jealousy is a woman's nature. After regaining her composure, Georgiana couldn't help but lament that it was really difficult to be a female painter. If Chiara wanted to be recognized by others based on her talents rather than her appearance, she could also teach Bonaparte to play the flute.

If it were a male painter, Georgiana probably wouldn't have such a big reaction, and Chiara would lose a lot of opportunities.

The same is true for Scylla. She was originally a beautiful narcissus. One day while walking by the water, she fell in love with a handsome fisherman. However, Scylla did not like him and avoided his pursuit. Fortunately, the fisherman was just a man.

As a mortal, she didn't have to turn into a laurel tree like Daphne to avoid Apollo's pursuit.

The fisherman declared his love to the witch Circe and asked for her help. Unexpectedly, Circe fell in love with the fisherman because of the love story. However, the fisherman did not accept her love, so Circe sent her to her.

All the resentment was attributed to Scylla, so when Scylla was taking a bath, a potion was thrown into the water, turning her lower body into a terrifying monster.

After being extremely angry, she felt tired, and the musician in the greenhouse was playing a medieval tune on the harp, so she found a pavilion (yes, there is a pavilion in this greenhouse!)

She found a place to lie down in the pavilion.

Halfway through her sleep, she suddenly heard the chirping of birds. It seemed that after bees and butterflies, there were other species calling for spring in this winter palace.

She opened her eyes and found that it was Fleur Delacour. She was wearing a white gauze dress, which was as light as mist. Then Fleur pulled her up, and then she found that there were several beauties waiting outside the pavilion.

Following her, they wore gauze clothes in aqua, white, green and other colors. After she joined them, they started dancing.

Georgiana couldn't keep up at first, but later she found that the movements were very simple, so she jumped along.

"There is also a sea god in Norse mythology."

She turned around and saw an old man with white hair and beard. At first she thought he was Albus.

"He married his sister Lan and gave birth to nine daughters."

Georgiana was stunned for a moment and realized that there were exactly ten people dancing in a circle, including herself.

"They do not belong to the frost giants, nor do they belong to the gods. They are neutral and a race older than the frost giants." The old man said in an old voice. "The key is that they are neutral. They will use the crucible to brew wine and invite the giants to the banquet."

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She wanted to break free from this "ring". Wherever the Veela danced, it would bring misfortune.

But it's not that easy to stop. Now she understands why humans who join this ring are exhausted, but ghosts are tireless.

She felt very tired and wanted to open her eyes, but when she opened her eyes, she found someone not far away observing her.

When she looked carefully, she found that it was an artist sketching for her. He was so focused on drawing that he didn't notice that she was awake.

She remained still like a good model, quietly watching him paint.

There seemed to be a real bird in the greenhouse, and she did hear its crisp cry.

Somehow, she remembered that time in the atrium outside the presidential suite of the W Hotel, when Severus sang a song for her, which seemed to be about sailors.

My heart is pierced by Cupid,I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me,but my jolly sailor bold.

Come all you pretty fair maids,whoever you may be,Who love a jolly sailor bold,that ploughs the raging sea.

My heart is pierced by Cupid,I disdain all glittering gold,There is nothing can console me,but my jolly sailor bold.

The painter stopped his painting and looked up at her.

"Do you know what the song I sang just now means?" she asked in French.

"Yes." The young painter replied in English, "I understand."

"Have I seen you somewhere?" asked Georgiana.

"We met, at the Louvre."

When he said this, she seemed to have an impression.

"Georgiana!"

Before she could figure it out, she heard Bonaparte's cry.

She followed his voice and looked over, finding him looking at her sullenly.

"I have to go," she said.

"If you need help," the young painter said as she stood up, "I can help you."

Georgiana looked at him for a while, then turned and left.

When she walked out of the pavilion, she did not find Hibiscus and other fairies. It seemed that the afternoon dream was like a winter fog that dispersed after sunrise.

She left the dream and the young man behind, and walked to Bonaparte's side.

He looked like he was about to get angry, but said nothing, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

If he took a rope and tied her hands with the rope, he would look like a slave master holding a female slave.

She stuck her tongue out at his back.
Chapter completed!