Corsica has always been a battleground during wars.
Paoli was a national hero on the island, and even led the people on the island to gain independence from the corrupt Genoese regime for a period of time. However, the frustrated Genoese took a trick and sold the power to France.
The great man whom Bonaparte admired had to flee to Britain, and Corsica was forcibly included as a map of France.
Therefore, in the eyes of France, this island has always been associated with poverty and backwardness, and they habitually forget it when mentioning their own country. Therefore, Bonaparte's embarrassing situation here can be imagined.
It wasn't just as simple as being down and out. When he was in military school, Bonaparte would get into fights with his classmates because of this topic in a day.
"Really, I thought men would always be interested in talking about the war or the country's situation..." The girl chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she was tortured by the swirling political topics.
Not light.
She took the time to raise her glass to her friends who were passing by, then turned to Bonaparte and smiled sweetly:
"It's rare to find someone as quiet as you."
"I isolated them." Bonaparte didn't care.
"You are so funny."
Sabrina took another piece of cut apple from the table and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation, like a squirrel with bulging cheeks.
Because the distance was so close, you could even hear the sound of sweet and sour juice chewing in her mouth, which reminded her of the crispness of apples.
Accompanied by the faint fragrance of the girl's clothes, Bonaparte couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He tried hard not to peek at the moistness of her delicate thin lips. Even a small part of her arms exposed with flower sleeves would make the pituitary gland unable to function.
Consciously secreting some kind of ambiguous pheromone.
"Um?"
Sabrina made a cute sound, widened her eyes and tilted her head.
"What's wrong with you?"
After swallowing the fruit in her mouth, she asked curiously.
Bonaparte simply put down the annoying steak on the plate. His hands seemed to be unable to control themselves, and he made an unpleasant cutting sound.
"It's nothing. Doesn't it matter if you are here? I mean your companion, who should have been calling you over just now."
He turned to look at the girl helplessly.
Many people have noticed this. Beauty is a girl, a shining pearl, and the surroundings of the pearl are either reduced to the background or become an eyesore. Bonaparte believed that he was the eyesore.
He didn't want to cause any more trouble, especially on such an occasion and arouse inexplicable jealousy.
Sabrina pretended not to notice the wink her friend gave her just now, holding up her fork and inserting another piece of cake.
"Let Trixis and the others play by themselves. I'm really hungry. You know, this kind of banquet is not meant for people to eat, but it is regarded as dinner...
"
Sabrina did not hide her greediness at all, and swept away the desserts on the table.
It can be seen from her behavior of eating continuously since she sat down... She really doesn't want to deal with those bad topics, so she gets hungry and steals food.
"Gentlemen should occasionally be considerate of a girl's willfulness. Ladies are also very tired every day. I don't want to go to bed hungry."
Bonaparte was stunned for two seconds by his innocent speech, and he had no choice but to say: "Well, you are so cute, I have to admit that what you said makes sense."
In fact, Bonaparte and Sabrina had the idea of ​​concentrating on dealing with these unsatisfactory things except for exquisiteness, so as not to be hungry after the banquet, which was really in vain.