King's Landing in France

Chapter 15
The subsequent process, rounded up, is equivalent to Fanny taking An Ning to Paris for a date.

At least that's how An Ning imagined herself.

In her previous life, An Ning had been doing shopping with girls in groups, and she had almost zero experience of shopping alone with a girl like this.

After all, he was still busy fighting for his future 996 before crossing over, and had no time to think about solving personal problems.

Taking An Ning with her, Fanny went to a tailor's shop to buy clothes, a daily necessities store to buy wallets and other daily necessities, and finally drank a cup of coffee at a roadside cafe.

When the sun began to set, An Ning finally returned to the vicinity of the Royal Palace in the rental carriage that Fanny rented.

No sooner had he got out of the carriage than he heard someone addressing the crowd in the street.

The speaker, a wig-wearing aristocrat, waved his hands and roared at the crowd: "In the New World, people have thrown out the king and declared that all men are created equal! New Worlders can do that, and we naturally That's fine too! Why are nobles and priests born nobler than us?"

An Ning slowed down a little, because the person who spoke looked like a nobleman, a nobleman, who actually opposed the privileges of the nobleman in his speech...

Just when An Ning was puzzled, someone among the onlookers joked, "Marbury! Where did you steal another wig?"

The speaker roared: "I am a nobleman myself! But just because I am a nobleman, I know that we are nothing special, it's just that there is an extra 'de' in our name! This does not make us smarter!"

An Ning thought for a while, and finally remembered who this was.

Gabriel de Mable, Enlightenment thinker, dreamer, if I remember correctly, he is 71 years old, and he is still speaking in the public space of the Royal Palace.

At this time, some onlookers shouted: "Come down, Marbury, I'm here because I want to hear about the queen's affair!"

"And Madame Lamballe's affair!" echoed another.

"You only know these affairs! But I'm talking about the human rights of everyone! You can never become the citizens Rousseau said!"

The old gentleman began to curse.

An Ning was enjoying watching, when Fanny coughed suddenly, which attracted his attention.

"As long as you live in the Royal Palace, you can see such a scene every day. What Paris lacks most are speeches, debates, and duels." Fanny said, "Go in quickly, it will be dinner time soon."

An Ning: "Is this situation really common?"

"Yes, after all, the night is approaching, and the trousers are used to going to the pub for a drink after work. In the house rented by the Duke, some of the best pubs in Paris have opened. So at this time, the trousers will ask this Gather around and there will be people like Mr Mably preaching to them."

An Ning muttered, "Pants guy..."

Later generations talked about the French revolution, and they all liked to call the Parisian citizens sans-culottes, in order to emphasize the difference between them and the nobles.

It is estimated that this guy in trousers is the origin of the term "sans-culottes man".

Fanny stepped forward and pushed An Ning's back: "Let's go, it's time to eat."

Just like that, An Ning was pushed all the way to her master's place. At this time, several young people dressed as nobles came out from the side door of the Royal Palace, and happened to have a face-to-face meeting with An Ning.

An Ning heard Fanny who was pushing her behind mutter, "Damn, we still met."

It seemed Fanny knew something.

"Look, this is the son of the cobbler that Christina mentioned!" One of the noble youths pointed at An Ning and said, "After all, he is accompanied by Christina's stubborn little maid."

——Well, I actually recognized myself with the help of the little maid.

Another noble youth nodded: "It must be him, look at his unsuitable attire! He still wants to pretend to be a nobleman, and he doesn't think that the smell of leather shoes and shoe polish on his body will betray him from a long distance away!"

It seems that this group of nobles equated cobblers with shoe shiners.

An Ning frowned, the other party's obviously finding fault tone made him very unhappy.

So he held his head high, and responded neither arrogantly nor humblely: "I am Andy Frost, the son of the cobbler. What advice do you guys have?"

As soon as the words fell, Fanny lowered her voice and said, "Don't be provoked by them, they like to find fault with people like you!"

"Advice?" Several noble children looked at each other, and then gathered around, "You asked us to advise! Let me see, your trousers don't seem to fit well!"

"Of course it doesn't fit! After all, he has been wearing long trousers since he was born. How could he be allowed to wear trousers all of a sudden?"

"Yeah, he's like a pig in chaps!"

The noble boys burst out laughing.

Without waiting for An Ning to retort, one of the noble boys said again: "When I heard Christina talk about your heroic deeds, I felt strange. Aren't you a drummer? How could you beat a fully armed robber?"

Another boy immediately said: "I see, it was too dark, the robber slipped and fell, and hit his knife!"

"Or it's just like this, he actually wants to shine the shoes of the robber," the third noble boy pleaded, "Oh Lord robber, let me shine your shoes, look, your shoes are completely damaged." It’s mud, my father is a cobbler, I’m good at it! Then the bandit believed it and was about to take off his shoes, and our cobbler hero took the opportunity to chop off the bandit’s head!”

The teenagers laughed again.

An Ning was burning with anger, and at this moment he suddenly remembered what Fanny had just said, the most common things in Paris were speeches, debates and duels.

And An Ning has a system in his body, if he uses a western sword to fight, theoretically speaking, he will never lose.

So An Ning took out the gloves she just bought, and accurately threw them on the face of the noble boy who was the first one to walk out of the Royal Palace.

All the noble boys were silent for a while.

An Ning had a chance to speak. He said loudly, "Since you doubt my sword skills, why don't you experience it for yourself? I heard that there are often duels in Paris. I think you are also experienced duels."

At this time, Fanny came over and pulled An Ning's clothes, and whispered in his ear: "What are you doing, duel with nobles, if you lose, you will lose your life, if you win, you will get into trouble! His parents will hate you forever !"

An Ning thought: No, after I win, the young master's parents will hate me for at most nine years, and then it's up to them to choose a street lamp style they like.

Once the Great Revolution came, all the nobles were just playing around.

At this time, the noble young master who was thrown by An Ning gritted his teeth and asked, "You are so brave, do you know who I am?"

An Ning: "I don't care who you are, even if you are the son of His Majesty the King, I will fight you. Do you dare to accept the challenge of me, the cobbler's son? If you don't, just shut up and get out!" "

(End of this chapter)