Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796

In St. Petersburg, there are always various salons, and the forms of holding are also different.

Soloviev knew that in such a place, Napoleon would inevitably be talked about recently.

However, the Russians' statement had something to do with the coronation in Paris and Milan.

After Napoleon became the emperor in translation, but actually the "Great Marshal", he also made himself the king of Italy, and the original Italian Republic also completed its historical mission.

As for this expansion, so far, it is still reasonable and there is no extraordinary practice.

It's just that he always has to replace some places and then damage the interests of the next country.

It looks like a Ponzi scheme, but at this moment, there is no Italian scammer.

But after Soloviev thought about it, he thought of what Silvia told him, the similarities between the Tuscan dialect and the Corsican dialect.

Well, to put it bluntly, Italians are all good at talking and seem to be able to fool people.

Although Napoleon was born a Frenchman, Corsica still lives in the Italian way of life at this time, so it's not surprising that something happened.

Now, he came to attend Madame Recamier's literary salon, but he kept thinking, is it his uncle or his child's second uncle?

He was a little distracted. After all, he really had to go to the battlefield in the second half of the year. Although it is still February, it seems inevitable that the collision of the two forces will happen at this time.

If it weren't for Napoleon's strong leader, there might be some other stories. Anyway, it's not the first time that the French king was arrested.

"Michel, what are you doing?"

Madame Recamier saw that he was distracted and felt a little strange. It seemed that today's literary theme did not interest him.

Well, if we talk about poetry, Solovyov always gets excited when writing French poetry.

But this body's instinctive reaction is that he has some talent in Russian poetry.

However, Madame Recamier still appreciates his translation skills. If he slowly considers the words, he can still translate beautiful words.

However, when he took the initiative to create poetry, it was obviously not as real as his scripts.

Soloviev not only modified the script, he also tried to create a story with a Greek background, and it was a tragedy with a historical theme. Madame Recamier lamented that he did have some talent in this area, but it was a pity that he was a soldier, not a diplomat like Chabdorion.

She finally thought about Prince August and let it go. After all, the other party had a rich love history, and he just liked her beauty, but there was no collision in the depths of the soul.

But Soloviev was still in a daze today, and the lady called several times but did not respond. In this case, she decided to get down from the chaise longue and hit him on the head with a fan.

But today Madame Recamier did not notice that her skirt was longer than usual. As soon as her feet stepped on the carpet, she tripped and fell on the carpet.

But the fan still flew out and hit Soloviev's head directly, which stopped his thinking.

Now, he saw Madame Recamier falling to the ground, lying flat on the carpet.

Speaking of which, she liked to wear this kind of skirt, which really set off her figure.

This was great, and it was hard for a man not to be moved by her beauty.

And the lady didn't seem to be very lucky, she fell so hard that she was confused, and she was shaking her head when she sat up.

She didn't really pay much attention to physical exercise, but her physical foundation was not bad, and she had almost never been sick, but this was the first time she was injured like this.

It scared the guests present. It was okay for her head to hit the carpet directly, but she just fell and had stars in her eyes, and it seemed that there was no injury anywhere else.

At this time, the salon was about to disperse, and the hostess obviously didn't have the energy to continue.

Seeing this situation, Solovyov also wanted to run away.

But he had just walked out of the door of Madame Recamier's apartment when he was stopped by the servant.

"Baron, the lady also invites you to go back."

Thinking that this lady directly broke the news to him about the "rumors" about the Tsar spread by the Queen of Prussia, it is unlikely that he will leave, so he still has to be cautious.

This kind of thing has him under control. Fortunately, although Mrs. Recamier looks like a vixen, she has not done anything to harm others.

But Soloviev has to be a servant to whatever she wants to say.

This is indeed very troublesome. It was indeed a mistake not to stop her last time.

But seeing her pitiful appearance leaning on the sofa, anyone who sees it will feel pity.

"Madam, you fell just now, are you feeling better now?"

"I'm still a little dizzy, come and help me."

It seems that she has investigated all his details.

But don't worry, just chatting with her, it won't go to the next step.

"Looks good, just need a rest, don't be so rash."

"Ah, it's because of you, you were just in a daze, I don't know what you were thinking. Did my fan hurt you?"

Soloviev is indeed the younger one in this gentle big sister character, so the atmosphere is a bit awkward.

"It's okay for me, it's just a fan."

"Ah ha, it's not a dangerous thing. Let me see, it's okay. That's good."

Seeing her like this, Solovyov was afraid that she would pull him down as well.

To some extent, I have used this set of passive skills, and I have become more vigilant.

However, Mrs. Rekamir still liked spiritual communication. She just stretched out an arm and touched Solovyov's forehead.

Speaking of which, except for Sylvia, those two are sisters, and so is this one, and she is very beautiful.

"Do you have younger siblings at home?"

"Yes, there are four brothers and sisters in total, but most of them are still very young."

"Your family structure is somewhat interesting."

Then, she talked about their respective families.

"Even compared to France, Russia is still so lenient and will not end other people's lives easily."

"But the exile in Siberia is not an ordinary bitter cold place. It is further east than my hometown, and the climate there is also very harsh."

Well, if I continue to talk slowly like this, Mrs. Recamier does seem to be harmless, so she should be fine.

"That is also an interesting place. When I came to you, I also experienced many different places. Russia is really wonderful and incredible, but... sneeze!"

Obviously, it was still too cold. Although it was very warm in the reception room, Mrs. Recamier's clothes were too cool, and her full breasts and beautiful white back were reflected, so it was inevitable that she would feel cold.

"You have to wear more clothes here, madam, otherwise you will catch a cold. You are dressed like this without shoes and socks. Although you look beautiful, getting sick is not a trivial matter."

Mrs. Rekamir knew that Solovyov would always take the initiative to keep a distance when he saw her as a "vixen", but he took the initiative to care about her body and did not covet her beauty.

On the contrary, she wanted to get him even more, although it was unlikely that this young man would marry a Catholic widow.

Not every relative of the Bonaparte family ended up marrying a widow like the one who would land in Port Jouan.

As for the previous incident between Solovyov and Sylvia, she had actually heard about it, but considering the reputation of her friend, she did not tell it in Petersburg.

In fact, Petersburg is also more concerned about the woman's faith. Not only is the Orthodox Christian faith involved when the Grand Duchess gets married, but also the big aristocratic families and ordinary aristocratic families are somewhat involved.

In particular, those whose families were Catholics were somewhat worried about the issues between the Eastern and Western churches after Paul's years. Even if the Knights of Malta were grafted over, Russia was still very concerned about it.

The British, on the other hand, later came up with similar medals, which was quite funny.

Religious issues were still a big deal in Petersburg, and Madame Recamier was well aware of them.

"You still have to take care of your health, ma'am."

"Just call me Julie"

Such active concern for her actually made her blush a little.

Of course, she didn't have a fever, and Solovyov was no longer a straight man.

"But not only do I belong in my heart, but there is no difference between Paris and Petersburg."

"You are very honest, not as glib as those people."

"There are two kinds of people who have served as adjutants. One is smooth-tongued, and the other is honest and neat."

"Obviously, you are the latter, but you also have some secrets."

Just mentioning the "secret", Solovyov didn't want to share it with her, and his expression was a little serious, and Mrs. Rekamir could also notice the change in his expression.

"Don't think too much, you must have many secrets, and I don't want to know them, but can I share friendship with you and have a common secret?"

"Julie, did you tell me that secret?"

"That kind of rumor cannot be verified. Instead, it will cause trouble. But you fell into my trap."

Although the words are true, there are too many involved, so there is no way to talk about it.

At this point, she really turned into a "vixen" again, and the fur she pulled over was still white.

Uh. What a beautiful white fox. Solovyov felt that even if she only used words and beautiful gestures to seduce, she would be much more powerful than Milady's body. Although he fell into her trap, there was indeed some meaning in the trap.

Of course, Mrs. Recamier was somewhat self-defeating because she became a widow at a young age.

Solovyov seemed to be frozen. He had always been in a daze recently. He was still thinking before, but this time he was really confused.

This little widow still has a full charm attribute, and she still emits it passively.

Seeing him so dazed, Mrs. Recamier didn't care that she had twisted her foot, and directly pulled him down on the chaise longue.

Solovyov, who was out of power, also realized that something was wrong. The lady's lips were directly on his face.

It's broken, but it feels quite exciting. It's not without reason that this lady makes so many men's hearts flutter in Paris.

Moreover, this lady doesn’t just want to kiss her

"Michelle, my foot is twisted. You have to pick me up and put me on the bed over there."

Soloviev did not expect that he would be the one who would be envied by all the men in Paris, including his second and third uncles. Especially Lucien, when he was in Paris, he often went to the salon of this lady. And Napoleon himself also invited her to serve as a maid in the Consulate and the court, but was always rejected.

This lady was much more proactive. It can really be seen that girls in France and Italy are more open, and they will seize the initiative and eat men to death as soon as they have the opportunity. In St. Petersburg, this is the only thing that is in line with Western Europe. The local girls are very cunning.

And Louisa was so well-educated and had too much knowledge in her head, but she was reserved and conservative. It took a long process for her and Solovyov to go from familiarity to ambiguity and then to go further.

At this time, Solovyov could not refuse at all, and his heart was beating wildly, which was much more exciting than when he was with Louisa. He even felt that he was so lucky that he always felt something was wrong.

But if he had to choose, Louisa would be more suitable for his temperament. Madame Recamier was another case.

But there was another problem. She had no experience at all and needed to be taught from scratch. Although he had learned this from a lot of gossip in Paris before, it might be the ancestors compared with the various gossips circulating in Petersburg.

Even her timidity was exactly the same as that of the princess.

"Julie, don't worry too much. This is a necessary process."

Madame Recamier looked very cute. Soloviev felt that compared with his promotion speed, the women he met were of high quality.

What's more, he was indeed a bit picky about food.

To relieve the lady's mental state, it was really like soothing a fox, from her ears to her neck and back, to let her relax.

Solovyov was satisfied with just hugging each other, but it was hard to resist when such a soft lady put her chin on his shoulder and started whispering.

Although she lacked experience, her theoretical knowledge was obviously sufficient.

It was really troublesome, and Solovyov was completely like a puppet in the hands of the other party.

Although his mind was still clear now, he also thought that women were indeed troublesome sometimes.