King's Landing in France

Chapter 29 The Way of Dealing with Country Nobles

An Ning smiled and said, "Can it be worse than Reginald?"

Everyone laughed.

Dandong: "I have a feeling that many people will challenge you to a duel. Are you going to use your superb swordsmanship to knock them all down?"

An Ning thought don't do this, I really almost died, the reason why I look unscathed is because I have a special ability to breathe and return blood.

An Ning scratched her head while thinking, and put on a troubled look: "Forgive me, I really won this time by luck. I don't know swordsmanship at all."

Mara: "Then it should be publicized even more. The nobles who trained meticulously in swordsmanship actually lost to the layman's son of a cobbler. It proves that the nobles have nothing special at all!"

An Ning has already figured out that Mara in this time and space is a passionate young man, a second-year middle school boy—a second-year middle school youth.

At this time, a club waiter said loudly: "When it's time for dinner, the club will provide meals, and those who need it can come here to eat."

Mirabeau rubbed his belly: "Oh, I just happened to be hungry, and the roast chicken here is a must."

An Ning was about to complain that Mirabeau had eaten so much before coming, but her stomach also growled.

It was indeed time for him to have dinner.

Robespierre also said, "Let's have dinner."

Marla: "Come to play bridge after dinner? It's like visiting the club for nothing if you haven't played bridge."

Danton: "That's right, bridge is the best way to connect with new friends. Let's have a fun bridge and welcome the new Frost!"

As soon as the voice fell, An Ning's system popped up a prompt again.

[You are now regarded as gay by Georges Jacques Danton, Jean Paul Marat, Maximilian Robespierre, Camille Desmoulins. 】

An Ning is speechless, okay, if I am regarded as a comrade by this group of people, then the Great Revolution will happen in the future, and I will also be a member of the Mountain Sect.

I also want to ride a wall flexibly.

An Ning: "I've never played bridge..."

"It doesn't matter," said Mirabeau, "the rules of bridge are very simple, just play a few games and you'll be fine."

An Ning: "Okay, then count me in tonight."

**
That night, it was almost twelve o'clock before An Ning walked across Paris and returned to her own residence in the Royal Palace.

As soon as the carriage stopped, before An Ning opened the door, the door of the residence was opened. Fanny pushed the door and came out, and trotted over to help An Ning get out of the car.

An Ning: "Thank you, it's nice to see you waiting for me."

Fanny: "Is bridge fun?"

An Ning was shocked: "How do you know that I play bridge..."

"So you really went to play bridge." Fanny was speechless.

Calculated!

Fanny: "As the master, what you want to do is your freedom. Even if you lose at bridge and lose your clothes and pants, it's none of my business."

An Ning: "No, in fact, they don't gamble at all when they play bridge with the Breton Club, probably because they don't have much money. For example, Robespierre, he even only has a coat."

Fanny looked at An Ning puzzled, "What's the point of not playing bridge?"

An Ning: "Can't you simply enjoy the fun of competing with your friends?"

Fanny looked at An Ning with a foolish expression, and then changed the subject: "Do you want to take a bath tonight? If you do, I'll fetch water for you. There should be hot water left today."

An Ning: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

About 15 minutes later, An Ning soaked comfortably in the bathtub.

The hot water completely relaxed his body, and he lay in the bathtub and began to think about today's harvest.

Today, An Ning got to know the core members of the Mountain Sect directly, so that he didn't have to worry about the bloodiest period of the Great Revolution.

Next, as long as you go to the Brienne Military Academy to establish a good relationship with Napoleon, you can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai in the second half of the Great Revolution.

As for the first half of the Great Revolution, the policy of terror was not implemented at that time, and the National Convention would not easily send people to the guillotine. In theory, even if you don’t know the Girondists and Peiyang factions who came to power successively, it is not a big problem.

Thinking of this, An Ning couldn't help whistling, feeling very good.

**
In the next few days, the days of peace and tranquility were quite moist.

Christina took him and showed her face in the salons of noble ladies everywhere, telling her heroic deeds of killing the dueling king of Paris.

And when Christina didn't look for him, An Ning went to the Britannia Club to brag with the future Jacobin leader.

After a few days, An Ning got to know everyone on the Jacobin side.

Not only that, but he even got to know Lafayette from the Peiyang faction. At that time, this buddy was criticizing the generals on the front line for being beaten badly. An Ning decisively went up and agreed with him as a witness.

He originally thought that this would increase Lafayette's favorability, but Lafayette gave him a disgusted look, as if he was very dissatisfied with his sudden appearance.

The next Monday, An Ning wanted to go out again, but when she got to the door, she saw an ultra-luxury four-wheeled carriage with six horses slowly approaching.

Even on the streets of Paris, luxury carriages with six horses are very rare—the carriages of the nobles in Paris only have four horses.

Because of this, An Ning stopped to watch, wanting to see who made such a big show.

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 Lichar."

An Ning frowned: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Reginold wears this coat of arms all day, I can't remember it."

An Ning was speechless, he thought for a while, and made a decisive decision: "Let's go, let's go to the main house to have a look."

As a guest of the Duke of Orleans, he can visit the main building of the Royal Palace without notification, but he must ask for instructions if he wants to see the Duke.

Fanny: "Shall I send someone to deliver a letter to Mr. Robespierre?"

"Don't be nervous, this is not going to court," An Ning waved her hand, "We're just going to meet His Excellency the Marquis."

Fanny hung her eyes: "Are you sure you didn't try to provoke him?"

An Ning: "Maybe we can meet each other and laugh away our grievances?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he found that he was a good translator and had translated "meeting, laughing and grievance" into the corresponding Latin proverb.

Fanny frowned: "You just... spoke Latin?"

"No, it's just slang in our hometown." An Ning immediately denied it.

A cobbler's son cannot possibly know Latin.

Fanny stared at An Ning suspiciously.

An Ning pretended not to see Fanny's expression, and strode towards the main house.

**
As soon as she entered the main house, An Ning saw an old butler saying to the waiter of the Duke's mansion: "Please tell Your Excellency the Duke that Marquis Li Xiaer is taking the liberty to visit."

Behind the aged butler, stood an old noble with a stern face.

The old nobleman's face was covered with age spots, mottled like an ancient city wall, and there was a large pimple on the Jingming acupuncture point on the left.

An Ning and the old nobleman met their eyes.

The old man suddenly said: "You look like a commoner, but you can enter and leave the Duke's mansion at will, and the maid of the Duke's mansion is behind you. Let me boldly speculate that you are the Duke's retainer, the son of the cobbler who killed my son, yes ?"

An Ning was also polite, and nodded directly: "You are right, it is me."

The old man stared at An Ning, looked at him from head to toe, and then shook his head slightly: "No, your hands don't look like sword practicers. I don't believe that a guy like you can defeat my son. There must be something tricky about this matter. !"

An Ning: "Then sue me."

——Hmph, I've already found an awesome lawyer like Robespierre.

The old man sneered: "Hmph, you think I don't know? You common people have recently taken advantage of your clamor for equality and enlightenment, and ended up fooling His Majesty the Emperor! The courts are all for you pigs!

"The damned court actually overruled His Majesty's decision! I can't even imagine what else they dare not do!
"So, no, I don't believe in courts, judges, or lawyers. We rural nobles have better ways to deal with this matter! A way that is more in line with the tradition of the nobility! Come on!"

Hearing this, the young man who had been behind the old man immediately stepped forward, solemnly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and slammed it on An Ning's face with a flick of his hand.

An Ning tilted her head and avoided it.

With this reaction speed, An Ning couldn't tell for a while whether this hiding was due to a cheat or a subconscious action.

He avoided it anyway.

The old man was so angry that he slammed the ground with his crutches: "Don't hide! Are you still a man? Forget it, whether you throw it or not, the challenge has been issued! This is my son's swordsmanship teacher and my loyal servant! His family served Our family has witnessed a long tradition of aristocrats! No matter if you used tricks or other methods to win my son, you will never win this time!"

An Ning carefully looked at the person who threw the glove, and looked at his plump muscles that were so swollen that they supported his clothes.

Good guy, it feels like this guy can pinch off a slender sword with his tense muscles!
The old man looked at An Ning proudly: "Go to that world and accompany my son!"

(End of this chapter)