An Ning smiled and said: "Can it be more extreme than Reginald?"
Everyone laughed.
Dandong: "I have a feeling that many people will challenge you for a duel. Are you prepared to defeat them all with your superb swordsmanship?"
An Ning thought to herself, don't be like this. I really almost died. The reason why I seemed unscathed is because I have a special skill of breathing back my blood.
An Ning scratched his head while thinking about it and put on a troubled look: "Spare me, I really got lucky this time to win. I don't understand swordsmanship at all."
Mara: "Then we should vigorously publicize it. The nobles who have carefully trained in swordsmanship were defeated by the layman's son of a cobbler. This further proves that there is nothing special about the nobles!"
An Ning has already seen that Mara in this time and space is a passionate young man, a middle school boy - a middle school boy.
At this time, a waiter from the club said loudly: "At dinner time, the club will provide meals. If you need it, you can come here to eat."
Mirabeau touched his stomach: "Oh, I happen to be hungry. The roast chicken here is excellent."
An Ning was about to complain about how much food Mirabeau had eaten before he came, but his stomach started growling.
Speaking of which, it was indeed time for his usual dinner.
Robespierre also said: "Let's have dinner."
Marat: "Would you like to play bridge after dinner? If you haven't played bridge, it's like coming to the club for nothing."
Dandong: "That's just right. Bridge is the best way to connect with new friends. Let's have a fun game of bridge to welcome the new Frost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, An Ning's system popped up a prompt again.
[You are now regarded as a homosexual by Georges Jacques Danton, Jean-Paul Marat, Maximilien Robespierre, and Camille Desmoulins.]
An Ning was speechless, okay, if I am regarded as a comrade by this group of people, then when the great revolution happens in the future, I will also be a member of the Montagnards.
I also want to be able to ride on a wall flexibly.
An Ning: "I've never played bridge..."
"It doesn't matter," Mirabeau said. "The rules of bridge are very simple. You can get it after playing a few games."
An Ning: "Okay, then count me as the one tonight."
**
That night, An Ning returned to his residence at the Palais Royal just before twelve o'clock across Paris.
As soon as the carriage stopped and An Ning had not opened the door, the door to the residence was opened. Fanny pushed the door open and came out, trotting over to help An Ning get out of the car.
An Ning: "Thank you. It's so nice to see you waiting for me."
Fanny: "Is bridge fun?"
An Ning was shocked: "How do you know I play bridge..."
"So you really went to play bridge." Fanny was speechless.
Got plotted!
Fanny: "As the master, you are free to do what you want. Even if you lose at bridge and lose all your clothes and pants, it's none of my business."
An Ning: "No, in fact, they don't gamble at all when playing bridge with the people in the Brittany Club, probably because they don't have much money. For example, Robespierre, he even only has one coat."
Fanny looked at An Ning in confusion: "What's the point of playing bridge if you don't bet?"
An Ning: "Can't you just enjoy the fun of competing on the same stage with your friends?"
Fanny looked at An Ning with an idiotic expression, and then changed the subject: "Do you want to take a shower tonight? If so, I will get you some water. There should be some hot water left today."
An Ning: "Sorry to trouble you."
About fifteen minutes later, I soaked in the bathtub peacefully and comfortably.
The hot water completely relaxed his body, and he lay in the bathtub and began to think about today's gains.
Today, An Ning got to know the core members of the Montagnards directly, so that she didn't have to worry more or less during the bloodiest period of the Great Revolution.
Next, as long as you go to Brienne Military Academy and establish a good relationship with Napoleon, you will be able to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai in the second half of the revolution.
As for the first half of the Great Revolution, the policy of terror had not been implemented at that time, and the National Convention would not easily send people to the guillotine. In theory, it would not be a big problem even if they did not know the Girondins and Peyennes who came to power successively.
Thinking of this, An Ning couldn't help but whistle, feeling very good.
**
The next few days were peaceful and peaceful.
Christina took him along and showed up in the salons of aristocratic ladies everywhere, recounting her heroic deeds in killing the dueling king of Paris.
When Christina didn't find him, An Ning went to the Britannia Club to brag with the future Jacobin boss.
After a few days, An Ning got to know everyone on the Jacobin side.
Not only that, he even got to know Lafayette of the Peyang faction. At that time, this buddy was criticizing the generals on the front line for beating them badly. An Ning decisively went up and agreed with him as a witness.
He originally thought that this would improve Lafayette's favorability, but Lafayette glared at him with a disgusted expression, as if he was dissatisfied with his sudden appearance to grab the conversation.
The next Monday, An Ning wanted to go out again, but when she arrived at the door, she saw a super luxury four-wheel carriage with six horses slowly approaching.
Even on the streets of Paris, luxury carriages with six horses are very rare - the carriages of the dignitaries in Paris only have four horses.
Because of this, An Ning stopped to watch, wanting to see who was so grand.
At this time, Fanny leaned close to An Ning's ear and whispered: "The coat of arms on the carriage is the coat of arms of Marquis Richard."
An Ning frowned: "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure that Reginald wears this coat of arms all day long. It's hard for me not to remember it."
An Ning was speechless. He thought for a while and made a decisive decision: "Let's go to the main house and have a look."
As a retainer of the Duke of Orleans, he could visit the main building of the Royal Palace without notification, but he had to ask for permission if he wanted to see the Duke.
Fanny: "Would you like me to send someone to deliver a letter to Mr. Robespierre?"
"Don't be nervous, this is not a lawsuit," An Ning waved her hand, "We are just going to meet His Excellency the Marquis."
Fanny lowered her eyes: "Are you sure you didn't go to stimulate him?"
An Ning: "Maybe we can meet each other and forget the grudges through a smile?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he found that he had a golden finger as a translator and translated "When we meet, we will forget all the grudges" into the corresponding Latin proverb.
Fanny frowned: "Did you just...speak in Latin?"
"No, it's just slang from our hometown." An Ning immediately denied it.
A cobbler's son could not possibly know Latin.
Fanny stared at An Ning suspiciously.
An Ning pretended not to notice Fanny's expression and strode toward the main room.
**
As soon as he entered the main room, An Ning saw an old butler saying to the waiter of the Duke's Palace: "Please tell His Excellency the Duke that Marquis Richard has taken the liberty of visiting."
Behind the elderly butler stood an old nobleman with a straight face.
The face of the old nobleman is covered with age spots, which are as mottled as an ancient city wall. There is also a large pimple on the Jingming point on the left side.
An Ning and the old noble met their eyes.
The old man suddenly spoke: "You look like a commoner, but you can enter and leave the Duke's mansion at will, and you are followed by the maid of the Duke's mansion. I make a bold guess that you are the Duke's retainer, the son of the cobbler who killed my son, right?
?”
An Ning was not polite and nodded directly: "You are right, it's me."
The old man stared at An Ning, looked at him from head to toe, and then shook his head slightly: "No, your hands look like you are not a swordsman. I don't believe that a guy like you can defeat my son. There must be something fishy about this matter.
!”
An Ning: "Then sue me."
——Humph, I have already found a great lawyer like Robespierre.
The old man sneered: "Humph, you think I don't know? You civilians have been clamoring for equality and enlightenment recently, and in the end you even deceived His Majesty the Emperor! The courts are all looking at you pigs!
"The damn court actually overruled His Majesty the King's decision! I can't imagine what else they dare not do!
"So, no, I don't believe in the court, the judges, or the lawyers. We rural aristocrats have a better way to handle this matter! A way that is more in line with the aristocratic tradition! Come on!"
The young man who had been behind the old man immediately stepped forward after hearing this, solemnly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and threw it at An Ning's face with a wave of his hand.
An Ning tilted her head and dodged.
With such speed of reaction, An Ning couldn't tell for a while whether this hiding was caused by a plug-in or his own subconscious action.
Anyway, he avoided it.
The old man was so angry that he hit the ground with his cane: "Don't hide! Are you still a man? Forget it, no matter whether you throw it or not, the challenge has been issued! This is my son's swordsmanship teacher and my loyal servant! He has served his family for generations.
Our family has witnessed a long tradition of nobility! No matter whether you used cunning or other methods to win over my son, you will definitely not be able to win this time!"
An Ning carefully looked at the person throwing the gloves, looking at his plump muscles that were so bulging that his clothes were stretched up.
Good guy, it feels like this guy can pinch off a slender sword with his tense muscles!
The old man looked at An Ning with pride: "Just go to that world and accompany my son!"