Mirabeau lived in a three-story house on the roadside.
This entire row of houses, said to be the property of the Duke of Orleans, is now open to rent to the citizens of Paris, and a series of shops have been opened.
In this way, the Palais Royal has become the central axis of life in the city of Paris. People from several nearby blocks will go to the Palais Royal to meet their needs.
As soon as Fanny knocked on the door, an old woman opened the door: "It must be Mr. Frost, Mr. Mirabeau is already waiting for you on the second floor."
Fanny took half a step back to make way, and An Ning walked into Mirabeau's residence with her head held high.
The old lady led the way. When she reached the second floor, she gently knocked on the door of the room on the side of the corridor: "Mr. Mirabeau, Mr. Frost is here."
"Come in." Mirabeau's voice came from inside the room, and the old woman opened the door and stepped aside.
An Ning walked to the door and looked inside, and found Mr. Mirabeau wearing his wig crookedly and writing furiously at the table.
An Ning: "Did I disturb you?"
"No, no." Mirabeau raised his eyes and straightened his wig, "Come in, take a seat. Mrs. Evans, please serve tea."
Fanny: "I'll help serve tea."
Mirabeau smiled and said: "It seems that Mr. Frost is used to taking maids everywhere. Doesn't it feel good to have someone to serve you?"
An Ning shook her head: "That's not the case, I just don't know the way, so I let Fanny lead the way."
An Ning pulled up a chair and sat down, then went straight to the topic: "Mr. Mirabeau, it's like this, I went to the ball at the Palace of Versailles yesterday..."
"Really? Then you must have become the center of attention." Mirabeau said with a smile, "There should be many curious noble ladies who want to meet the reclusive heir of the noble noble who defeated Reginald."
An Ning: "Well, it's true. The rumor that I am a reclusive nobleman has been spread unexpectedly, but as soon as Christina and I danced, this rumor was self-defeating."
An Ning's secret does not involve dancing, so last night when Christina pulled him onto the dance floor, her secret was immediately revealed.
He stepped on Christina's feet three times, and the nobles resting next to the dance floor all laughed.
Since then, no one has believed that Andy Frost is a descendant of a reclusive nobleman.
After An Ning told Mirabeau, he laughed out loud: "It is true that no noble would step on the feet of a beauty like Miss Christina three times in a row. Have you never learned how to dance at all?"
"Yes," An Ning nodded, "Last night was my first time dancing."
"Should I say that you are brave enough?" Mirabeau said with a smile, "It's your fault that you lead a girl to the dance floor even though you don't know how to dance."
An Ning curled her lips.
In fact, he didn't mean it, he just trusted his plug-in too much, and he didn't know that the plug-in didn't care about dancing at all.
Mirabeau: "So you came here to tell me this?"
"No, it's not." An Ning said exactly what Mrs. Lamballe said yesterday.
Mirabeau frowned: "I don't know Marquis Richard, so I can't tell what actions he will take. I just heard that he has a bad reputation in his territory, and the people in the territory believe that he is possessed by the devil.
"
An Ning thought to himself that this Lord Marquis would be an excellent street lamp hanging? When the Revolution came, the nobles in the city would not necessarily be hung with street lights, but those nobles in the fish and meat villages in the countryside were hanged one by one by the peasants who could not survive.
Fought.
Mirabeau added: "However, there are witnesses to this duel. In addition to the witnesses from both sides, there is also a third-party witness, Father Sieyès. Even if the Marquis comes, he probably won't be able to do anything."
An Ning: "Be prepared for a rainy day. Find a good lawyer first so that you won't be in a hurry if something happens."
"Then why not just ask the Duke's lawyer?"
An Ning: "I want to hire a lawyer who is willing to help civilians litigate, so that I can ensure that he does his best."
Mirabeau: "I do know some lawyers who are willing to help civilians litigate cases, but they are not in Paris now."
An Ning: "I heard that there is a student from Arras at the University of Paris. His father has been litigating for civilians. He must be willing to help the son of a cobbler."
Mirabeau: "Arras...you don't mean the 'Roman', do you?"
An Ning asked doubtfully: "Romans?"
Mirabeau: "You don't know? There was a student from Arras at the University of Paris. Because he spoke Latin and Greek very well, he was nicknamed a Roman. He also once served as a student of His Majesty the King and His Majesty the Queen.
When visiting the University of Paris, he recited hymns in Latin."
An Ning remembered that Robespierre did recite a dedication to Louis XVI when he was a student. He saw it on a certain historical marketing account. The marketing account also lamented that Robespierre at that time would never have imagined that he would
Send Louis XVI to the guillotine.
An Ning: "Maybe it is indeed this Roman. Do you know him?"
At this time Mrs. Evans, Mirabeau's old servant, and Fanny brought tea and snacks together.
Mirabeau made an invitation gesture: "Let's have some snacks. Mrs. Roland sent this yesterday, and it's a good thing."
It seems that Mirabeau is indeed as popular as the rumors say, and noble ladies often send him snacks and small gifts.
An Ning tasted a piece of snack and it was so sweet that he wanted to vomit.
In this era, France already had Caribbean colonies, and cane sugar should not be as in short supply as before, but apparently the pastry chefs still regarded sweetness as a symbol of luxury and put in a lot of sugar.
Mirabeau laughed and said: "It's terrifyingly sweet, right? Because of the damn war, the British blocked our maritime trade. Now the price of sugar on the market has increased several times, so the noble families add sugar to their desserts to show off.
's wealth."
I see.
An Ning almost forgot that France was currently fighting the Seven Years' War, which happened almost 30 years later.
Mirabeau added: "I don't know this Roman, but I know which club he often shows up at. The people in Brittany organized a party, and this man from Arras somehow came to
I often mix in there too.”
The tranquility is astonishing. The Jacobin Club of the Jacobins was originally the Breton Club, mainly a group of Bretons.
However, it is indeed strange that Robespierre often attends gatherings of Bretons. His hometown of Arras belongs to the Channel Department, which is on the Calais side and far away from Brittany.
An Ning: "Is there any way you can let me join this party? Isn't this a gathering of nobles?"
"Of course not. In fact, most of the people at this kind of party are civilians. The nobles mainly rely on dances to socialize. The never-ending dances are all spearheaded by the deficit queen. They would rather borrow money to hold luxurious dances.
." Mirabeau did not hide his disdain at all, "If most nobles were as good at business as the Duke of Orleans, France's finances would not be like this."
Mirabeau paused, and just then the sound of the cannon for correcting the noon time came from outside the window.
He immediately took out his pocket watch, calibrated the time, and muttered: "It's actually five minutes late. It seems I should find a place to repair this pocket watch."
Then Mirabeau stood up: "Well, if you want to find Robespierre, I'll take you to a Breton party in the afternoon. Maybe you can meet him. But I personally don't think you need to worry too much.
, you are just a Marquis, and you are the guest of the Duke."