Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

() "My God, you didn't remember me with your confused expression? My heart is bleeding, it hurts, it hurts! It's like a sharp dagger has stabbed my heart deeply! It's so sad You know, since I met you, I have kept you in my heart, and I have been looking forward to meeting you. Today, the merciful Lord has mercy on my pity, and let us meet again. Didn't remember me! If I knew this, I would rather not have this kind of encounter."

Shocked, so surprised!we met?

But do French people greet each other like this?Wouldn't it be even more exaggerated if they were relatives and friends?

The most impassioned way of greeting in France that my poor imagination can imagine is to undress, kiss and roll on the bed.

"Girl, your literary talent is really outstanding! Once you open your mouth, the accumulation of vocabulary is equivalent to that of a playwright at the Grand Theater of Constantinople, and the use of grammar is almost comparable to that of a first-rate poet! Your voice is full of passion! This is obviously a natural talent. The talent given and the double results after being trained by a famous teacher. I dare say that if a girl is interested in developing in screenwriting, her future prospects will be limitless! It may be a bit exaggerated to surpass the god of ancient Greek drama, Pan, but in this Times, I believe that as long as a girl works hard, she will definitely be able to stand on the top and look down on everyone! So, who are you?"

"You really don't remember me?" The girl who had a dagger stuck in her chest asked again.

Keep silent, I think this is probably the best way to reply!

Sure enough, annoyance flashed across her eyes, and if she didn't pay attention, it could easily be covered up by her smile: "We saw it, last week, in that nobleman named Constance home. Do you remember now, my prince?"

Constance?I was obviously hooking up with a wife last week. I thought about it, and there is probably only one explanation, but I and Alexander are quite similar, but there is no one printed in the mold: "I have a brother who looks very similar , the person you saw might be him."

"Yeah? Really? That's really my impoliteness. The prince of a foreign country. Please allow me to introduce myself." The French woman raised her gorgeous and cumbersome skirt with one arm and bent down while squatting slightly outward. With a wave, a dazzling white color is displayed at a glance. Under the slightly raised eyelids, the amber eyes are full of charm, "I, Constance Frances Marie Orleans, the king's confidant Daughter of the Duke of Orléans, advisor and keeper of the seals, goddaughter of the Archbishop of Paris, cousin of the Prince of Condé, Minister of State, cousin of the honorable King of Castile, and cousin of the King of the French, the Sun King. sister."

A series of titles that are too long and too awesome to drop down mean only one thing, my dad is a gangster, my cousin is a gangster, my uncle is a gangster, the whole family is a gangster, and my cousin is even a gangster!And it's still Sunshine!

What an elegant behavior, what a decent etiquette to declare yourself as soon as you come up!I don't understand why this matter became a dog in the old world... Well, is it because I live in the imperialist and feudal old society now?Maybe Li Gang's son only blew himself up as his own father and didn't mention his relatives like Seventh Aunt and Eighth Aunt?

Forget it, don't want this.

"Madam over here, I seem to know you, where have we met?" There are many young Constances in the family who have turned their interests on wives.

"I am the Countess of Constantinople and the daughter of Count Marcello Rochambeau, but my surname is Leonidas now, and I am the mistress of the Merchant of the Floating Sea. The Duchess of Orleans met me, probably in the Duke of Orleans I have business dealings with our chamber of commerce, so I have some impressions of me." Wendir replied with a gentle and polite smile, her gestures were a perfect and elegant lady's style, and she did not have the charm of saying that she was a piece of meat before.

The corner of Constance, who was born as a princess, curled up, and she walked around Wendir with a smile on her face: "The chamber of commerce, who would go to that kind of place, madam, the place where I remember your beautiful face is in Marseilles. At the feast! Do you still remember the dinner of the count of Provence twice a year? It’s there. In that place of joy, I know that many nobles who were brought to the joy by you still remember your style and moving dance.”

"The annual dinner held by the Earl of Provence turned out to be a place of joy and indulgence? I usually attend there for official business. I don't know if the Duchess doesn't tell me!" The wife covered her red lips with a small paper fan Tsukuru's surprised expression is very real...

"I think it's because the countess often leaves early with other nobles. Every time the banquet goes to a lively night, there will always be a lot of gorgeous fireworks! Ah, the night when the fireworks are in full bloom, there is more than just a place full of joy, It's heaven." Constance took a step forward, fighting spirit high.

Wendir closed the small fan in her hand, not to be outdone: "The princess is really full of energy, she can play around and make friends at the banquet. I think the night of the princess in Marseille must be full of beauty and charm, unlike me. Busy with official duties all day long, even if you go out to attend a banquet, you have to go home early to deal with the accumulated trivial matters!"

"Really, then why is there a lady's name everywhere in Marseilles? Even the court in Paris can know that there is a gorgeous courtesan in Marseilles."

"That's really surprising. If the Duchess returns to Marseilles again, please thank the gentlemen who praised me too much. I don't know it myself. In addition to the master, there is also a reputation as a courtesan, but I am curious about who the princess usually associates with in the circle, since I can know these things that I don't know..."

I really want to add a word at this time, wife, you are still a piece of meat... the countess of the Roman Empire, the mistress of the chamber of commerce, and a piece of meat... the fat and juicy kind.But looking at this battlefield with no gunpowder smoke but full of murderous aura, I decided to keep silent, so as not to get burned!Because this is a war between women, from the beginning to the end, not a single dirty word was uttered, but every sentence revealed a meaning: the one who fucks is a downright slutty [bitch], or the abnormal [owed] kind.

Khan, one, what kind of hatred do these two people have!

"Suppose you to thank the nobles of Marseilles. There are a few guys here who can ask Madam to thank you. Please wait a moment, Madam, I will go find them!" The French chick still gave me a wink before leaving.

But it's natural not to have a wife.

At this moment, Wendir suddenly said, "Where did Your Highness know this princess?"

"I haven't seen it." I was telling the truth.

"Haven't seen it? I haven't seen it yet, and I, the innocent person who invited you for the first time, you don't want to say it. Why make such an excuse." Wendy spread the small fan in her hand with a clatter. Er turned his head away, his face was full of dissatisfaction.

It's all my fault for being daring. Didn't Wendell offend someone in Marseilles? !

I hastened to clean up our relationship: "It turns out Madam doesn't know her either, so we don't have to wait for them here."

"That French princess is a beauty. It's a pity that His Highness just gave up like this..."

Hmm, it tastes so sour.?

Isn't this woman jealous?

This must be another trick used by their ladies to play with the feelings of underage boys.

"I just drove away a group of native dogs. If Madam thinks a few French wolves are better than the native dogs, I don't mind staying here."

The wife smiled sweetly and blinked at me: "Then you are working hard, that's not what I meant by inviting Your Highness here. Well, let's go, go to a quiet place, listen to music, relax, Then we go home."

We went home, the two words at the end made us look like a couple...

We walked around outside and were greeted by many people, taking advantage of this moonlight stroll time.We talked about smuggling and Marseilles.

At this moment, in the greeting of the old prince, a dozen music masters holding violins entered the main hall of the mansion.This small band consisting of more than ten people began to play melodious music.

The music is very beautiful, and you can hear it clearly from a distance in the corridor outside the hall, but if you listen to too much soft classical music, it will always make me miss metal rock music, because the music played by violin and cello always makes me feel I feel that there is a lack of passion, a passionate passion.

At this time, the person who had greeted them just now finally found a chance to come up and have a chat.These people discovered us as early as I stepped into the old duke's mansion, but they all chose to avoid temporarily like the old duke, leaving the time alone to Wendy and me.I'm pretty good at being a man, so I have to cheer up to deal with these supporters of the Theofano family who are quite high.

People come and go, and soon it's time for the solo.A personal solo is not only the performer's personal stage, but also a time for the audience to get acquainted with the composer's personal style.

First of all, the first to appear is also the most valued.Today, the player recommended by the old Duke is from Germany, named John Bahabel.The old Duke introduced the artist in a passionate tone and spoke highly of it.I originally chatted with others and thought that was the case, but when the player played the instrument with the other three violinists, I found that I was wrong, it was so wrong, the violin The notes flowing from the strings are very melodious and familiar, but unfortunately, I don't remember the name of that piece of music!

Waving interrupted the chatter of the visitor. This melody that keeps repeating and whirling is really wonderful.When the player stopped playing, I still couldn't get enough.

Open your eyes, the French chick Constance is back again, this time she is not alone, behind her are really three French men who are all around 24 or [-] years old, I also saw that their departure provoked the nearby The dissatisfaction of the ladies.

Constance raised the corners of her mouth in a demonstration, as if it was a subconscious gesture when she was proud: "Madame, I have brought you all your admirers. This is Turenne, and this is Jean Harrispee, this is Guy."

After she finished the introduction from left to right, the three men stood there with astonishment on their faces, and they all reported their families after being stunned.

Good fellow, all three are counts, and all three are more or less relatives of the family of Louis XIV!

Among the three Frenchmen, the one whose name I didn't remember was the first to speak: "Madam, it's better to meet you than to be famous. Your appearance is even better than your fame!"

"It is said that Madam was unparalleled in beauty at the dinner in Marseilles. I saw you today, and it is true!" The second one hurriedly said.

"A few days ago, I was lucky enough to see my wife's beauty, and I never remembered it again. I tossed and turned, couldn't sleep at night, and thought about it day and night, so I had to take a boat from France thousands of miles away to Constantinople just to see my wife. Now If I get what I want, I will have no regrets even if I die!" The third one, the one named Guy, I finally learned what sweet talk is, hearing it makes my goosebumps almost fall out.

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