Harry Potter's Morning Light Chapter 1250

Chapter 1250 The Gleaner (Part 2)

The next day after the guards who sent the letter left, Pomona heard the sound of the carriage early in the morning.

At first, she thought it was passing by, but the car drove directly into the yard.

The one who got out of the car was an officer who was over 40 years old and looked unsmiling. After he invited Pomona into the carriage, he went to the front row and sat side by side with the coachman. She was taken away inexplicably. Up.

The car took her from the country to Paris. It was almost noon, and she came to the edge of a river. Napoleon Bonaparte, wearing a school uniform and a gray coat, was waiting for her on the bank of the river.

She is wearing a nun's robe, but she is not wearing a headscarf. After all, she has not really become a monk.

She did not dare to open the door, and Napoleon did not help her, until the officer who picked her up couldn't stand it, and helped her open the car door.

He stretched out his hand to her and signaled her to get out of the carriage. She cursed and got out of the carriage.

This is an undeveloped forest. There is nothing around, and she has no idea what she is doing here.

"Come with me," General Bonaparte said.

She maintained social distancing and walked deep and shallow on the banks of the pebbly river.

"Why do you bring me here?" she asked.

"What you are looking at is the future water supply system of Paris." Napoleon pointed to the clear river and the center of Paris. "I want to dig a canal between them."

"Are you not repairing ancient Roman waterways?"

"It takes too long and is unrealistic. What do you want to be built on the river bank?" Napoleon asked Pomona.

"what?"

"I want to give it to you as a gift." Napoleon said, "You can design the landscape along the coast like you design your own garden."

"What is the budget for repairing this canal?"

"30 million francs."

Pomona is a little confused. A worker can only earn less than 3 francs a month. What is the concept of 30 million francs?

"We will cut down part of the forest on both sides of the canal as a settlement point for the refugees. After they leave, these places will become residential areas. What style of architecture do you like?"

"Can I mention anything?"

"of course."

"Venice." Pomona said, "I spent my honeymoon there."

The expression on his face almost froze.

"My husband is a great character, right?" She said triumphantly.

He did not comment on this.

"I like you very much, French, but I am a British. If you build this canal, you will use a lot of manpower, so you can no longer send troops to fight. Others will say this was given to you by me, a British spy. Idea, so that you can no longer win the'dazzling' victory, you should have thought of it when you passed this proposal yesterday."

"He taught you this?" Napoleon asked coldly.

"No, I thought of it myself." She pointed to her head. "Eastern farther than Egypt, there is a country called Qin. There was an emperor called Qin Shihuang. He also built a canal to irrigate farmland. This canal is called Zheng Guoqu. The enemy of Qin sent a spy to repair this canal with the purpose of using water to bring down the canal. However, the effectiveness of this canal was excellent after it was completed. Qin Shihuang ignored the opposition of other ministers. , Insisted on repairing Zheng Guoqu. Moving the capital is not a trivial matter, you all forced the Portuguese to abandon the mainland, but if the citizens of Paris continue to drink such bad water, it will be sooner or later that the plague will break out. What will you do then? Kill me as a spy? Sultan."

Napoleon smiled.

"I have read the Quran. The first saint once said that when life is threatened, some precepts are not to be followed, including eating pork that they consider unclean. Do you know how St. Mark's body was transported to St. Mark's Church ?"

"I know." Napoleon looked at the distant landscape and said, "This is related to what you said in your reply to me."

"I do not despise Theodora, nor do I despise women who are forced to become prostitutes because of life. The world has not left us many job opportunities, and some have to be taken away by men. We..."

"It's them." Napoleon corrected her "What do you want to say?"

"Don't hurt them." Pomona begged, "Please be as gentle as me to them."

"My tenderness is not cheap." Napoleon looked at her and said, "I am your lion, princess."

"Girls are very difficult to discipline." Pomona said from her own experience, "the stricter they are, the more rebellious they will be. Regardless of them, they will be more indulgent, not taking their father seriously."

"Your father can't control you?"

"He was sick at the time, very seriously ill, but I just wanted to be with him at the time." She said with shame.

"Then what about him? What is he doing?" Napoleon said coldly.

"He is working as a spy. There are bad people in our wizarding world. He is also a hero on our side."

"Then I would like to ask the hero's first name." Napoleon said with a smile.

"You can let him tell you. I told him once, I don't like heroes, because the hero I came into contact with is like Jason, but your hero is different." Pomona said with admiration. "No wonder the French people love you so much."

"Your French is terrible."

"You are the same too. Is anyone correcting your accent now?"

Napoleon burst out laughing.

"Maybe one day people will imitate your accent, so that they forget what the original French is like, just like your dressing style." Pomona looked at his gray coat. "I can't stand those lace edges. And a wig."

"I also need to dust the powder, I used to dust the powder is not good."

"Oh." Pomona wailed, and the picture of Napoleon powdering powder was so terrible that she could not imagine.

"You got a lot of tan, not as pale as you used to be." He whispered, "Looks like a French woman."

She remembered that French ladies also regarded white and tender as their beauty, and tanning had to wait until the 20th century.

"Canal Saint-Martin." She said suddenly.

Napoleon stared at her.

Along the Canal Saint-Martin, it will become a solarium in Paris, full of "beauties" wearing bikinis basking in the sun.

She saw it in a travel magazine, but she didn't expect that the famous canal has not been repaired.

"The name of the canal." Pomona stared at the confused Lord Bonaparte and said, "Do you like it?"

"Why Saint Martin?"

She didn't know how to explain.

"Do you know who Saint Martin is?" Napoleon asked suspiciously again.

"Do not."

"What's in your little head." He tugged her ears with his hands, and the buttons of his coat got her hair tangled up.

It took him a little time to unlock them.

"Is this your real hair?" He said in surprise.

"Yes, it was born."

"It looks like it's real." He stared at her hair and said.

She stared at this Napoleon Bonaparte, who was exactly the same as in the portrait, and thought he looked like a fake.

At that time, he was riding a white horse with a mighty look, not as short as when he was standing on the ground at the moment.

Why do men care so much about their height?

"You actually said to Lucien that I was a brave little guy." She said with hatred, "How much taller are you than me?"

"That's also taller than you." He said slightly.

"I want to have a picnic here, are you hungry?"

He seemed to think it was a good idea, so he called a soldier who followed far away and sent him orders to find food.

"We can still hunt." He looked at the surrounding forest and said, "See what we can hunt?"

"If you untie my fetters, I can catch fish." She immediately proposed.

As a result, he didn't know what "mechanism" she encountered, and his eyes suddenly changed.

With an ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head without saying a word, as if thinking of some bad idea.

"What are you thinking?" She asked alertly.

"Let's go, and see if there is a place for a picnic in front of you." Napoleon walked along the Oulk River with his hands behind his back, as if patrolling the position.

She felt that this river would bring new hope. Just like Your Excellency Bonaparte himself said, the leader sells hope.

He looks better now than the last time she received that letter, the feelings between the lines revealed.

"Are you resting today?" She followed behind and swayed on the stone pier on the embankment, as if on an outing.

"No, I want to see you, Georgiana." Napoleon said, "I'm starting to understand that man calls you a vitalizer. You can indeed bring vitality to people."

"Can you tell me what he did?"

"I don't want to belittle him, it would seem to me very sad, don't worry about the matter between me and him, today your task is to play." He held her hand to prevent her from falling off the stone pier.

"There is nothing here, what is there to play?"

"You will know soon." He said loudly, the voice was very loud and very suitable for speeches, but unfortunately the audience only had some wild ducks, they rose into the air in shock, but they were shot down without a gun.

(End of this chapter)

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