King's Landing in France

Chapter 38 "I'm a Noble, Corsican Noble"

After settling down, An Ning and Fanny took to the streets of Briena.

In the city of Brienne, you can feel the rural scenery even if you walk on the street.

That kind of feeling is a bit like An Ning's feeling when she was a child in her previous life, living in a small city at the fringe of urban and rural areas.

When An Ning was a child after school, there were many farmers selling their own pickled sauerkraut at the gate of the school. It cost [-] cents a plate, and they could enjoy it for several minutes with a sprinkle of hot sauce.

Put down the plate and walk two steps, and you can see farmland on the side of the asphalt road, and sometimes there are buffaloes turning the fields.

This kind of scene was rarely seen when An Ning was in junior high school. If he wanted to experience the same atmosphere when he grew up, he had to play games like "My Summer Vacation".

And now Brienne gave An Ning a familiar feeling.

Brienne has no paved roads and is more idyllic.

Walking on the main road, An Ning can even smell the smell of excrement, which is too idyllic.

Fanny: "Master, you seem to be very concerned about the smell around you?"

An Ning: "Are you okay? Can you see that?"

"I am a maid, and it is my duty to observe the master's expression at any time."

This is not as simple as observing the expression, is it?An Ning thought to herself, she didn't show any feelings about the smell in the air just now, but Fanny still noticed it.

Could it be that Fanny's role is that kind of perfect and chic maid, that kind of maid can only work if time stops.

While An Ning was complaining, she saw a sign for a bakery in front of her, and a woman came out of it holding a bag of bread.

The bread in the woman's arms looked like hard baguettes.

An Ning couldn't help asking Fanny: "Um... don't French breads all come from baguettes that can be used as weapons? Isn't there softer bread?"

An Ning stayed in Paris for a few months, and all the bread she ate was that kind of hard bread, even the bread basket on the dining table of the Duke's house contained hard wood residue-like bread.

Unexpectedly, what I saw in another place was still a hard baguette.

Fanny looked at An Ning suspiciously: "Soft bread? Do you mean cake?"

——Grass, is there really no soft bread in this world?

Wait, An Ning suddenly remembered a saying: Although Europe knows the method of fermentation, it is only used to make cheese and wine, and it does not ferment the dough for baking bread at all.

Bread made of unleavened dead dough, isn't the baked thing as hard as wood?

Damn it, I thought that if I travel to France, at least I won't suffer any crimes in terms of food, but I didn't expect that I was careless.

Fanny looked at An Ning's ever-changing expressions and looked puzzled: "What are you thinking? Did I do something to make you show such a colorful expression?"

An Ning: "No, you didn't do anything. How far is it from Brienne Military Academy?"

"It's not very far. After all, this city is not big. After turning the front, it is the main shopping street of the city. There are tailor shops and everything on this street. When you go to the end and turn again, you will be on the main road leading to the military academy."

After all, An Ning just turned the corner, and a slightly less idyllic street stretched into the distance in front of him.

The ground of this street was paved with large blocks of bricks, which was obviously smoother than the road An Ning walked on just now, and the sound of horseshoes falling on the road was more crisp than before.

Both sides of the main road are full of shops, and there are more pedestrians on the street.

An Ning even saw a bookstore on the street, and there was a booth at the entrance of the bookstore selling newspapers.

An Ning walked up to take a look, and found that the newspapers on the booth were published several days or even a week ago in Paris.

The newspaper stall owner saw that An Ning was interested, so he came up to An Ning and said mysteriously: "The latest newspaper! It even contains the latest love story of the queen! It is said that the queen recently hooked up with a commoner, and that commoner won three duels. Killed one earl, one marquis and one duke, it was so fierce!"

Fanny: "Pfft."

An Ning: "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't laugh, it was your illusion."

Seeing that An Ning was not interested, the peddler said, "Why don't you take a look at this, the latest political commentary in Paris! It calls for the establishment of a parliament like the British one. In the future, His Majesty the King can say nothing, it needs to be approved by the parliament! The gentlemen in Paris said, This is... what is it called..."

An Ning: "A constitutional monarchy."

"Ah yes! A constitutional monarchy! It's amazing! Come and have a look? This is tantamount to rebelling against the king!"

An Ning thought to herself, what kind of explosion is this? In a few years, the people of Paris will give the king an even more explosive surprise.

An Ning: "Give me a copy of the queen's love history, and let me take a look at the story between her and the commoner who won three duels."

"Okay!" The stall owner immediately took an item and handed it to An Ning, "It's the last one!"

An Ning was about to pay, but Fanny stepped forward and put the five-sou copper plate on the booth.

Fanny: "It seems that everyone wants to see the queen's love history."

The peddler smiled and said, "That's right. After all, she is a woman from the Habsburg family. It is said that she is very beautiful. Men can... er, resolve it just by saying the queen's name."

Fanny squinted at An Ning: "Is that so?"

An Ning: "I'm just watching what Mirabeau is up to."

"Besides Monsieur Mirabeau, there are many people in Paris who are writing about the queen's love affairs."

An Ning was responding to the maid's words, when suddenly the door of the next bookstore was opened, and the clerk threw a child in an unfit military uniform out of the bookstore: "Go! My book is still for sale! It's not for you to stand here and read of!"

The child who was thrown out looked to be only nine or ten years old, not as high as An Ning's trouser waist, and the military uniform on his body seemed to be more than one size too big, which made him look like a clothes rack.

He has curly brown hair, bright eyes, and looks very shrewd.

He stood up from the ground cursing, and picked up the military cap that had fallen from the ground.

An Ning noticed that this guy was left-handed.

At this time, a few military cadets passing by pointed at the child who was thrown out and laughed, "Look! The Corsican guy was thrown out again!"

"The Corsican poor man! Bookstores should ban him from entering!"

An Ning was shocked: Corsica, left-handed!Isn't this the one?

So he stepped forward and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"Sir! You'd better stay away from that Corsican dwarf, it will bring you bad luck!" A few children in the distance "advised", "Any noble gentleman will not be with this Corsican Bad luck Jia got involved!"

An Ning took out a handkerchief and handed it to the "Unlucky Corsican": "Wipe your face, you just put your hands on the ground and then touched your face immediately, leaving gray marks."

The Corsican child put the handkerchief back into An Ning's hand, and then took out his own handkerchief: "I have it, but thank you anyway."

An Ning stood up straight, and said to the children who laughed at him: "A real gentleman should be kind to others, and when he sees a person fall, he should step up and help him, instead of laughing at the side."

Several children looked at each other in blank dismay, and then ran away in dismay.

Then An Ning stretched out her hand to the child she helped: "Hi, my name is Andy Frost, the son of a cobbler, and I will be entering the Brienne Military Academy this year."

The child hesitated for a moment before he said reluctantly, "Napolion Bowanabat also entered the Brienne Military Academy this year."

The kid spoke with a very heavy accent, and he was a little hesitant, obviously he was not particularly used to French.

Then he said emphatically in awkward French: "I am a nobleman, a Corsican nobleman!"

(End of this chapter)