Chapter 1954 Queen of Air and Darkness (VI)

No. 1f air&darkness (vi)

What Corneille hid in the niche was not a banned book, although many literati of that era had them. What he collected were some prints, or more precisely, some leaflets that were circulated in Brittany at that time. They were all printed in the form of prints, but the content they depicted was not to promote humanities and popular science.

Veela can be said to be a kind of water fairy, who dances in the moonlight of midsummer nights in tulle. When they are angry, they turn into bird heads and grow a bunch of wings covered with scales on their shoulders.

Harpies have the face and chest of a girl, and the rest of their bodies are like birds. They have lovely hair, non-human areas are covered with bird feathers, human arms and legs, and sharp claws on their hands and feet. People call them swift predators, hungry hounds, and sky hunters. In Homer's epic poem in the eighth century BC, it was they who kidnapped the daughters of Pantreus and sent them to the goddess of vengeance.

They are the spirits of the wind. When they are hungry, their faces will be haggard. After a full meal, they will restore the delicate skin of a girl.

Compared with the colorful Venetian school of painting, Florence is actually better at sketching.

Leonardo da Vinci's manuscripts on the dissection of corpses are basically all sketches, and rarely seen in color, even red muscles.

The prints that record the horror scene after the harpy attack are all black and white, just like the Madonna of the Harpy, which makes Georgiana, who is looking at the pictures under candlelight, feel a little better.

If Mary holding the Son of God represents holy maternal love, then the harpy represents the other side of women, cruelty, jealousy, revenge, etc.

Mary with the harpy base can be understood as Mary suppressing the dark part of her nature with maternal love, or the church defeating paganism.

In fact, there is another explanation, but she will not say it, because it is a secret she wants to hide in the niche, or even in the tomb.

The altar, like the niche, must also be recessed. Women should not take goddess worship too seriously. What men worship is an illusion that does not exist in reality.

It is impossible for people not to eat, and it is impossible for them to be conceived without original sin like Mary.

She seemed to understand what was going on in this world.

This is definitely not heaven, because they are sinners who have committed original sin, but still retain their appetite and lust.

Andrea del Sarto, the author of Madonna della Pi, whose real name is Andrea Dayaoro, is an important representative of the Florentine School of Painting.

In the Florentine School of Painting, which is mainly based on sketches, he is good at creating colors and atmosphere. After the three masters of the Renaissance left Florence, he became a leader compared with Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, and Michelangelo. Madonna della Pi is his representative altarpiece, which can be seen in magazines in many places.

Georgiana remembered the Madeleine Church near the Place de la Concorde in Paris. It was more like an ancient Greek temple than a church.

At first, Napoleon built it for the use of soldiers, and later Louis XVIII changed it into a Catholic church. As one of the landmark buildings in Paris, it has been published in many travel magazines, including the group sculpture on the shrine, with several angels in a circle at the feet of Mary with her arms outstretched.

Angels have wings like harpies, but angels do not hunt like harpies, and they do not blow up strong winds at will, and of course they will not fall because of lust and marry and have children with human men and women.

In addition to being a lawyer for the Ministry of the Navy in Rouen, Corneille is also a lawyer for royal water and forest affairs.

The poster tells that there are several harpies hiding in the royal water and forest, and it is they who cause abnormal weather.

This booklet records his investigation records. After Louis XIV issued an amnesty to ban witchcraft trials, Corneille could no longer take it to Paris. Similarly, it cannot be placed outside the bookshelf. Corneille is a writer who writes stories and a lawyer who emphasizes evidence to solve cases. He cannot write the content of the story into the case file, otherwise all the cases he has handled in the past 20 years will have to be re-examined.

He could choose to destroy it, but he hid it, waiting for someone to find it one day.

There were neighbors next door, so how could the sound of flapping wings come through the wall?

Since Harry Potter returned to the magic world, Halloween has been uneasy every year. The first year was the troll, the second year was the basilisk and the bloody words on the wall, the third year was the Dementors, and the fourth year was busy with the Triwizard Tournament, and then Cedric died. The fifth year's Halloween was relatively peaceful, but Sirius died, the sixth year was Albus's turn, and the seventh year...

She felt itchy in her palm, raised her head, and found that Leon was scratching her palm.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm bored, chat with me." He said arrogantly.

"I'm busy now." She lowered her head and wanted to continue reading the information.

"I'm also busy during the day, and you distract me."

"So you want to distract me now too?" she asked incredulously.

He breathed a sigh of relief and put his arms on the back of the chair.

"Do you know that the Prince of Wales almost committed suicide for Fitzherbert?"

"What!" she said in surprise.

"The English Channel is so narrow, how can it stop his love? His love letters chased Maria to Europe. When he didn't write letters, he would roll around in the palace and pull his hair. He went on like this for a whole year , he decided to end it. He wrote a 43-page love letter to Maria. You are my soul, my life, everything about me. I am the most important person as 'your husband'. I won't give up even if I die. Without you, how can my soul get a moment of peace? Think about it, my life is in your hands. When you think of this, you shouldn't hesitate for a moment. Go home, go back to England, Let me become the happiest man in the world. If you hesitate, then I know that you are extremely cold-blooded and have no regard for the suffering I have suffered and the disgrace I have suffered among my friends.”

"Did he write it or did you say it?" Georgiana asked.

"That's what he wrote. That's not what I wrote."

"Then don't say it," she said cautiously.

"You look ugly when you sleep. When you turn over, the quilt will fall to the ground, and your legs are exposed from the loose nightgown, just like the legs of those plaster statues, but the difference is that you are alive and soft. "

"When did it happen?"

"On the day I picked you up from Luxembourg, you wiped your saliva after you got up."

She was a little angry, but she still held back, "I thought you were sitting in the chair reading documents."

"I can't concentrate, Princess. In fact, Marie Antoinette also has a bedchamber at Saint-Luc, but I chose the King's Suite instead."

She didn't answer, it was a dangerous topic.

"When the morning light shone on you, I thought it was a God-given opportunity. You would not wake up so soon. I lay next to you. I felt like I was in heaven. Then you got up and said nothing. "Ken wore tight clothes. When you asked me what I was thinking about when I got on the carriage, I didn't think about anything. I just thought about you wearing nothing underneath."

"Stop talking."

"You are indeed not as plump as them."

She covered her ears.

"Get up quickly, little lazy bug. Look at the rose, covered with crystal dew, and look at the magic exerted by the goddess of the dawn, layer upon layer, full of new light."

She looked at him suspiciously, but he kept looking at her.

"Hands down."

"You are not allowed to say dirty words like you just did."

He shook his head.

"You've made me a scumbag, how do you think I can say decent things?"

"You are not such a person." She said without tears, "I messed up everything."

"I'm telling you, the Prince of Wales almost committed suicide. He would do anything to get Maria. At that time, he stabbed the dagger into his chest. He only missed the heart by a fingernail. As long as Maria didn't look at him while he was recovering. He, he pulled off the gauze and blood continued to flow out. It was said to be very scary." He smiled and said, "Has your husband ever done anything like this?"

She didn't answer.

"Yes, right?"

"He did lose a lot of blood."

But not for me.

She added in her mind.

"The snow-white sheets were stained with the blood of the Hanover family. The prince was a comedian, but not good at acting tragedies. Anyway, Maria was not moved when she saw that scene. Instead, she planned to leave. The prince grabbed a ring and put it on her On her finger, she didn't take it off immediately, maybe because she was afraid that the Prince of Wales would cause a bigger problem, and then she even He left England along the way to Dover at night, and the prince's love letter followed shortly after." He sneered and said, "You also told me that you were leaving Paris. I think it would be wise for you to leave at that time. But I told you that you are not allowed to go anywhere. I said it again today, this is too close to England. If I want to chase you, I have to fight across the Channel. "

"Why don't you try love letters like the Prince of Wales?"

"I tried, did you reply to me?"

"You told me, and my response distracted you."

"If I write, will you come back like Maria?"

She looked at him in disbelief.

"Next year in Portugal, if he doesn't come to pick you up, you will completely forget about him." He put a piece of paper on the table and "signed it before then."

She unfolded the paper that looked like it had been crumpled many times.

It's her handwriting on it.

If I was no longer young and beautiful, would you still love me?

If I had nothing, would you still love me?

This was something she wrote casually based on her feelings.

"How come you have this?"

"Look down." He ordered with dignity.

She saw the signature position, and it had already been signed with Napoleon Bonaparte's name, using the font he used to sign on official documents. The "N" was very gorgeous and eye-catching.

"I can't..."

"You are a free woman, you can sign a contract for yourself." He said indifferently, "Or do you want to wait for him to come back and let him decide for you?"

"Don't be so unreasonable." She shook her head.

"Peace treaties between countries can be torn up, so what are you afraid of?" he said sarcastically.

She glared at him.

"You are perfunctory with me. I asked you before whether you were jealous or not."

"I don't."

"I can feel it! Are you lying to me too?" He slapped the table with a loud bang.

She lifted up her skirt and inserted the dagger hidden on the outside of her thigh on the table.

"When I said I was going to kill those women, I felt nothing." She said calmly, "Whether it was guilt, fear or something else, I think this is the mood of a person who can really kill people. I was not like this originally. Many people say that I am a compassionate person. If you want to feel the kind of jealousy that is like a sea of ​​​​water, I think you may not get it from me. I am this kind of person. Severus said that I will always retain a little rationality, so he announced the divorce when we were about to go on an adventure. He punished me in that way, but he regretted it halfway."

"Does he think this is a joke? He actually regretted it?"

"I won't sign such a contract casually, because if I sign it, I will abide by it. You have to give me time to think about it."

He stood up and paced in Corneille's study in a rage.

"You are the same when you get along with the Pope."

"Why are you mentioning him now?"

"You must control your emotions!" She also stood up. "Don't be so impatient and impulsive. Have you forgotten how you suffered last time?"

"You set a trap for me!" He shouted angrily.

She calmed down and thought about how to deal with this guy.

But before she could figure out the result, he rushed over, held her face and kissed her.

This reminded her of the first time they kissed in the carriage. There were two policemen inside, but they turned a blind eye to his behavior. One of them was Fouché, who killed many people in Lyon during the Reign of Terror.

"Are you scared?" she asked.

"I should have taken Josephine." He whispered, "I love her."

She didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"She is more real than you, you are unreal." He said again, "Tell me what do you want?"

Jewelry, house, beautiful clothes?

She didn't need any of them. Even the precious scent of magic grass Severus helped her get it, as well as his acceptance letter.

In a way, she really looked like a monster.

"I want a bracelet to hide my wand." She said softly, "I can't always wear gloves."

"Just these?"

"For now." She pinched his nose, "I want to see how the Ourcq Canal is being repaired when I go back."

He agreed very meekly.

Now she suddenly understood why so many women use love as a weapon, and why he was so wary of women.

"I want you to be a man who understands the greater good." She pinched his collar and said, "You can ignore the red tape and aristocratic etiquette, understand?"

"They told me that they have prepared two venues. If Josephine comes with me, the welcome party will be held at the opera house." He said indifferently, "When you come, it will be held in the museum."

"I don't care where it is held."

"Don't you think the Rouen Museum of Fine Arts has too few collections? How about shipping some from the Louvre?"

She didn't speak.

"In Corneille's time, Rouen was the center of opera, but he still went to Paris." He turned around and sat on the table. "Do you want to redecorate this place?"

"Block that wall." She pointed to the niche where the secret was discovered. "Use wooden boards."

"What else?" he continued to ask.

"Why should I decorate the museum?" she asked inexplicably.

"Why do you want to block it with wooden boards?" he asked.

"It's a secret." She explained, "It's not that I won't tell you, but..."

"This is Corneille's secret." He said quickly.

"Yes, that's what I mean." She replied.

"There is also a secret passage in an exhibition room of the Palazzo Vecchio in Florence. It is located in a corner of the Hall of Five Hundred and used to be the studio of Francesco I de' Medici." He suddenly introduced it like a tour guide. "The door of the secret passage is hidden behind a mural. It is carved out of the medieval stone wall. The exit is a very small door on the side of the Palazzo Vecchio. This narrow secret passage allows the Grand Duke and his family to escape when the enemy invades."

"Why do you mention this?" She asked in confusion.

"Secret." He jumped off the table with a smile. "Let's go."

"Wait." She said in a panic, collecting all the information on the table.

Bonaparte didn't wait for her at all and left whistling.

He was like an Italian gangster.