Joseph followed Aman into his yard and walked up the steps. He noticed that the small building of Aman's house was a typical Rococo-style building. The walls were decorated with carvings of various shapes, decorated with gold paint and paint of other colors. Such a small building must have been full of exaggeration in the past, but now, the paint of gold and other colors has been weathered and peeled off, and the entire wall is mottled.

Armann noticed that Joseph was watching the wall and said, "This house has been in a while and it should have been repaired all of it long ago. But my father, like me, is a hopeless playboy and doesn't care about these things at all. So, what should I say about this house?"

Arman frowned.

"I think this is actually not bad," Joseph said seriously in an aria tone. "It has a special beauty. It is like an open scroll of time, full of the heaviness of history. Seeing it, you see impermanence and destiny..."

"Joseph, what you said...I'll take it as real praise." Arman said, "Anyway, you know, one of my greatest strengths is this. Also..."

Arman stopped, raised his head, and looked at the mottled wall carefully: "Joseph, there is one thing you are right, this is impermanence, this is destiny. The loneliness and despair under prosperity are the true meaning of Rococo!"

"o fortuna,velut luna statu variabilis,semper resis aut deresis; vita detestabilis nun obdurat et tu urat ludo mentis aiem,egestatem,potestatem dissolvable ut glaiem." Joseph chanted in a low voice. (This is a passage from "The Queen of the World" in the Latin work "Bran's Poetry". The general meaning is: Oh destiny, like the moon, alternating fullness and emptiness; abominable life intertwines suffering and happiness; no matter poverty and wealth, it melts and disappears like ice and snow.)

"Damn! You actually wrote a poem in Latin immediately!" Armang said angrily, "You have crushed me in natural sciences, and now... do you still want to live like this guy?"

"I didn't write it." Joseph shook his head, "I don't know who wrote it, maybe it was the work of an unknown poet in the eighth century or earlier. Well, I've told you that my godfather was a bishop, and this is a fragment I saw in his church."

"In the terrible Middle Ages, I don't know how many talented poets were buried." Arman shook his head and said, "Okay, let's not always stand on the steps and chat. Let's go in together."

When the two entered the door, Joseph looked inside. There was a crystal chandelier in the living room, and more than ten candles on it illuminated the hall when it was already at night. There were several chairs on both sides of the hall, and in the middle was the dance floor. Marble was stuck on the ground, but because of the years, these marble floors had become dull and lost their glory.

There was no one in the sofa in the hall. Armand said to Joseph: "We didn't invite too many people this time, we only had a few friends, so they were all in the small living room."

Follow Aman and turn to the right and arrive at the small living room. Just as Aman said, everyone is in the small living room.

Armand walked in with Joseph, then raised his hand and slapped him gently, so the people who were talking in the chair in the small living room stopped and turned their faces to look here.

"People, allow me to give you the honor of introducing my friend, Mr. Joseph Bonaparte, the great French scientist, to you...a Italian viscount, let us welcome him."

"Welcome, Mr. Bonaparte." A man in his forties stood up and greeted Joseph.

"Joseph, this is my father, Viscount Charles de Lavoisier." Arman introduced seriously.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Joseph also bowed and said.

"Ah, Armand, what's the matter so formal?" Viscount Charles shook his head at Armand, "This is just a very casual family gathering."

Then he turned his head and pointed to a high-backed chair and said to Joseph: "Mr. Bonaparte, please sit here."

"Thank you," said Joseph, "I am Armand's friend, just call me Joseph."

Armand continued to introduce other family members.

"This is my mother, Viscountess Lavoisier."

"I'm glad to see you, ma'am." Joseph nodded and greeted him quickly.

"I love seeing you young people, too," replied the Viscountess. "This always reminds me of the good times when I was young."

"Mom, you are also a young man." Amang said.

"This is my cousin Samuel de Ferma. He is good at fencing and shooting. He once followed the Marquis of Lafayette to fight in North America. He is a great guy." Armand introduced another short man to Joseph. Joseph noticed a long scar under his right ear, extending all the way under his lips. Perhaps to cover this scar, he deliberately left a captain Adok-like beard in later comics, which made it difficult to judge his age.

"Hello." Samuel stood up and nodded.

"I'm glad to see you," Joseph responded.

Then Aman introduced several people to Joseph, most of whom were relatives of their family. Finally, Aman brought Joseph to a girl wearing a light yellow dress.

"This is the most precious pearl in our family, my sister Fanny." Arman said.

"I'm glad to see you." Joseph hurriedly said.

"So too." The girl lowered her head slightly, held the corner of her skirt with her hands and bent her knees slightly in response. Then she raised her head, opened her big green eyes and looked at Joseph quickly, then lowered her eyelids and said, "I have heard a lot about you from my brother. I heard that your paper has won the grand prize from the Academy of Sciences. Not only that, my uncle said that you have made many important creations in mathematics. And you have received recommendations and will soon be able to get a teaching position in the Paris Military Academy. You should be less than twenty years old now, and you can get such recommendations. This is amazing!"

"Miss, this is not as difficult as you think." Joseph replied with a smile, "I'm just lucky."

"My brother said that luck only belongs to those who are ready." Fanny smiled and whispered.

"Okay, everyone sit down. Don't talk while standing." Viscount Charles de Lavoisier said.

So Joseph sat down on a chair beside Aman. A servant brought a cup of tea and placed it on the small tea table beside Joseph.

Everyone started chatting.

"What are you talking about just now?" Joseph asked.

"Before I went out, everyone was talking about the "Figaro Wedding" that was staged not long ago." Arman replied.

"The Wedding of Figaro" is a work by Bomache. However, for later generations, what they are more familiar with is the opera version adapted by the musician Mozart. However, the opera "The Wedding of Figaro" will not be completed until 1786. Recently, it is not the opera "The Wedding of Figaro" that is more familiar to later generations, but the drama "The Wedding of Figaro".

"Mr. Bomashe's irony in this play is so sarcastic and ironic. It's really rare that he has such courage." Arman said.

"If I want to say, Mr. Bomache is fine. The people in the comedy troupe are really brave. They even changed the plot and mocked His Majesty the Queen. This is really brave!" said Baron Lavoisier.

"Isn't it?" Fanny also smiled and whispered, "They actually asked Count Almaviva to say that. They were very bold. Don't they worry about the queen? She wouldn't think that these words were mocking her. Maybe she would think that the words said by Count Almaviva were praises to her!" Arman smiled with contempt.

Queen Marie Antoinette liked to spend money randomly because of her luxury life. Countless expensive gems and fashion gathered into her palace. The luxurious fashion trend swept across the French aristocratic life circle under her leadership. She was happiest when she invited the nobles who had joined her to participate in the night of gambles, carnivals, and dances.

According to folk legend, whenever there is a new idea of ​​spending money, she acts like a child, crys and makes a fuss, forcing her husband to realize it for her. As a result, the royal family spends more and more, and the fiscal deficit becomes more and more serious. Among the people, Queen Mary also has the nickname of "Queen of Deficit".

"Aman, what did the Count Almaviva say?" Joseph asked.

"The Earl said: 'What is spending money? Even if it is full of deficits, it is nothing to have to ask Jews to borrow money everywhere. You must know that since ancient times, many kings have to abandon the country for the sake of a beautiful woman. In order to make the wife wear the shining gems she likes, even if a husband goes bankrupt.'" Aman replied.

"So? Armand, you underestimate the Queen too much. The Queen is from the Habsburg family no matter what, and she must have received a good education. She can understand this simple metaphor. So the screenwriters of the comedy troupe do require courage to make such changes. But to be honest, the risks they took were not as great as they imagined. Because even after seeing these ironies, the king and the queen might not care at all." Joseph said.

"Why don't they care if someone is blaming them in public?" Samuel interrupted.

"Ah, this question is. Please give me an example, well, you fought in North America. I heard that some Indians in North America stood together with the British and fought against you. It is said that those Indians would curse you with their witchcraft. So Mr. Fermat, do you care about their curse?" Joseph asked with a smile.

"Of course I don't care, because I know that their superstitions are useless. You should know that there is no witchcraft that cannot be solved by a bullet." Samuel replied.

"If one can't be solved, then another one will be added." Joseph smiled.

"You are right, Mr. Bonaparte." Musel laughed, "but generally speaking, only one bullet is needed to deal with the Indians."
Chapter completed!