A child of five or six years old was playing next to the carriage. When Robespierre got off the car and entered the National Assembly, the child quickly ran to a gentleman across the street.
"Sir, I heard it. There was a fierce argument inside and the carriage was shaking," the child said.
The gentleman took out a few coins and put them into the child's hands, but did not let go immediately. Instead, he asked: "Did you hear what they were arguing about?"
"No. They spoke too fast and I couldn't hear them clearly," the child replied.
Although French is a very accurate language, it is really difficult to hear clearly when spoken fast.
The gentleman let go of his hand, and the child who took the copper plate ran away happily. Copper plates are different from the banknotes printed by the National Assembly. Copper plates are hard currency everywhere and can be exchanged for all the good things a child wants.
Then the gentleman quietly left the National Assembly, turned down a nearby street, and entered the Paris branch of the Tellson Bank.
This is a bank with operations in the UK and France, and often handles some cross-border exchange business.
Of course, in the current situation, Tellson Bank is not only a bank, but also has the task of collecting intelligence about Paris.
Yes, there were no spies in this era, and the word was not even born. But someone still had to do the task of collecting intelligence.
In this era, this kind of thing was usually done by businessmen, sailors, postmen, and bank clerks who traveled around.
The gentleman asked for a page of letter paper from the bank counter, quickly wrote the words "There may be a rift between Frost and Robespierre" and handed it to the old butler guarding the counter.
The butler nodded without saying anything, took out the envelope, put the letter in, and sealed it with dripping wax.
"The letter will take the next mail train to Calais."
"No mail train, send someone to deliver it." The gentleman whispered, "This is very important. London needs to know this situation."
The butler nodded: "I understand. Someone will go to Calais to deliver the letter across the strait."
The gentleman nodded, then turned up his collar and left the empty branch office.
**
An Ning stayed in Paris for a few more days, waiting for Marat's funeral to be held.
In the past few days, the front line reported that everything was normal. Apart from some routine movements, La Salle found no signs that the enemy had changed its current strategic focus.
In other words, the enemy's main energy is still in besieging the two fortresses of Sedan and Verdun.
So An Ning lived peacefully at the headquarters in Versailles, waiting for the day of the funeral.
However, he was like a magnet, attracting people from all walks of life to visit the Palace of Versailles. Christina suddenly became a favorite in the Paris social scene, receiving invitations to various tea parties and salons all day long.
Seeing those invitations, An Ning couldn't help but complain: "It doesn't look like many people died in Paris. The upper class is still singing and dancing."
Christina immediately responded: "It's different. In the past, these balls and salons were held by the wives and daughters of nobles and big businessmen. Now they are held by the wives and daughters of representatives of the National Assembly, various commissioners, and officials of the Paris Commune." manage."
Yes, there was also a Paris Commune during the French Revolution, which was actually the Paris City Hall. It was renamed after the revolution.
The famous Paris Commune in later generations was actually version 2.0 of the Paris Commune.
An Ning frowned: "That's it."
Christina: "What, you're not happy?"
"No, I'm just sighing." An Ning changed the topic, "So is there any noteworthy news at these tea parties, dances and salons?"
Christina: "They were rumoring that you and Robespierre had differences, so many people came to me to find out the truth. But I fought back hard and told them that you and Maximilian were close friends."
An Ning nodded: "Yes, we are close friends. We share the same ideals. Although Maximilian is a bit extreme now, he is still the noble and incorruptible person he was before."
Robespierre remained a noble and incorruptible man until the end.
Although he went to extremes, it was more like he was pushed to the edge under mental pressure. Until the end, what he thought about was still revolution and the republic.
There is even a view that the death of Robespierre is regarded as the end of the Great Revolution. What is left after Robespierre's death is the division of the fruits among various careerists. It can no longer be called a "Great Revolution".
Precisely because An Ning understood this, he could never dislike Robespierre.
Christina put her arm around An Ning's shoulders and whispered in his ear: "In this case, you need to take more clear actions to show that you are on Robespierre's side."
An Ning: "Is this the advice given by your wise wife?"
“What is a good wife?”
"An Eastern word that describes a capable hostess. Okay, I will pay attention. I will mobilize the Sunset Knight to serve as security guard for Mara's funeral."
Sunset Knight has been regarded as Frost's bodyguard because of his unique gray uniform.
An Ning paused: "By the way, let Ludwig compose a farewell song."
Christina: "He is in the music room on the second floor. He seems to be composing music. No one dares to disturb him. You should go and tell him in person."
An Ning nodded.
Christina took the initiative to leave his body, as if saying "Go ahead" to An Ning with her actions.
So An Ning said goodbye to her fiancée decisively and went straight to the music room on the second floor.
As soon as he opened the door of the music room, he heard Beethoven playing the piano.
This is a new song.
Of course, An Ning is not a music expert. It turns out that among the music composed by Beethoven in time and space, he has only listened to the popular ones, such as "Symphony No. 3 in E flat major "Eroica"" or "Moonlight Sonata".
Therefore, theoretically speaking, it is impossible for An Ning to hear the piece and determine that it is a piece that Beethoven did not write in history.
However, An Ning is now extremely certain that this is a piece of music that Beethoven never wrote in history.
Because he is so familiar with the tune played by Beethoven now.
Every World of Tanks player is unlikely to be unfamiliar with this tune. This is a rearranged version of the famous Soviet military song "Steppe, Steppe, Steppe". It is one of the most recognizable BGMs in the game!
Is there something wrong with a German composer drawing music from the Slavic music library?
Beethoven did not wear a hearing aid, but his expression looked as if he could hear the music he played!
It would be better to say that Music Saint has already sketched out the appearance of the music in his mind, and he can test the entirety of the music just by relying on fantasy!
I waited quietly for Beethoven to finish playing before starting to applaud.
Beethoven actually heard the applause. He turned around suddenly, stood up immediately when he saw An Ning, then picked up the hearing aid placed next to him and put it into his ear.
An Ning: "Wonderful tune!"
"This piece of music depicts the scene when Lazarus' cavalry swept the river bank." Beethoven explained enthusiastically, "I used many techniques that went beyond the conventional and did not follow common sense, but I think that only in this way can I express what I saw.
scene."
An Ning nodded, feeling admiration in her heart. Le Sheng was awesome. He could completely break away from the limitations of eras and styles and draw cards across eras!
An Ning praised him several more times.
Beethoven unceremoniously accepted all the praise for Tranquility.
Then he asked doubtfully: "You came to me for something special, right?"
An Ning: "Yes. Ludwig, now the whole of Paris knows that you are my royal musician. I hope you will compose a piece of music on my behalf to be used at the funeral of my friend Jean-Paul Marat."
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"And I want you to play it yourself, that's important."
Yes, this can be announced to all Paris that Frost and Robespierre have no differences.
Beethoven immediately became serious: "I understand. How many days do you have?"
"There are only a few days left. So you don't need to write a complicated sonata. Just write a solo. Well, I think the flute solo is good. I like the sound of the flute."
Mainly because after playing Xenoblade Chronicles 3, An Ning felt that to bid farewell to the deceased, one should either play the flute or play the erhu and suona.
Beethoven nodded confidently: "Flute, solo, farewell, I understand, leave it to me."