Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

Chapter 307 009 Solovyov crashes in the salon

In St. Petersburg, there are always various salons, held in different forms.

Solovyov knew that in places like this, talk of Napoleon was inevitable lately.

However, the Russians' statement has something to do with the coronations in Paris and Milan.

After Napoleon became the emperor in translation, but actually the "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 has been reasonable and nothing too outrageous.

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 Solovyov thought about this, he remembered what Silvia had told him about the similarities between the Tuscan dialect and the Corsican dialect.

Well, to put it bluntly, Italians are the kind of people who are good at talking and seem to be able to fool people.

Although Napoleon was born a Frenchman, the Corsican lifestyle at that time was still that of the Italians, so it was not surprising that anything happened.

Now, he came to attend Madame Recamier's literary salon, but he kept wondering, is he his eldest 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 was still February, it seemed inevitable that the two forces would collide at this time.

If Napoleon had not been such a strong leader, there might have been some other stories, since it would not have been the first time that the French king had been captured.

"Michelle, what are you doing?"

Madame Recamier also felt a little strange when she saw him distracted, as if today's literary topic did not interest him.

Well, when it comes to poetry, when Solovyov wrote French poetry, he always got carried away with the choice of words.

However, this body's instinctive reaction shows that it has some talent in Russian poetry.

However, Madame Récamier still admired his translation skills. If he took his time to consider the words and sentences, he could translate beautiful texts.

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

Solovyov did not only modify scripts, he also tried to create his own stories with Greek backgrounds, and they were historical tragedies. Madame Récamier 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.

Finally, she thought about Prince August and decided to let it go. After all, he had a rich love history and he just liked her looks, so there wasn't necessarily any spiritual connection between them.

But Solovyov was still in a daze today, and his wife called him several times but he didn't 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 didn't notice that the skirt she wore was longer than usual, and as soon as her feet stepped on the carpet, she tripped over herself and fell on the carpet.

But the fan still flew out and hit Solovyov directly on the head, which paused his thinking.

Now, what he saw was Madame Recamier, who had fallen to the ground, lying flat on the carpet.

Come to think of it, she likes to wear this kind of skirt, and it really sets off her figure.

This is so great that it would be hard for a man not to be moved by her beauty.

And it seemed that the lady was not unlucky either. She fell and made herself disoriented. When she sat up, she was shaking her head.

She did not pay much attention to physical exercise, but her physical condition was pretty good and she had hardly ever been sick, but this was the first time she had been injured like this.

This did scare all the guests present. It would have been a disaster if her head had hit the carpet directly, as it only caused stars to appear in her eyes, but it seemed that she was not injured anywhere else.

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

When Solovyov saw this situation, he 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 come back."

Considering that this lady had directly told him the "rumors" about the Tsar spread by the Queen of Prussia, it was unlikely that he would leave, so he had to be cautious.

This kind of thing really caught him off guard. Fortunately, although Madame Récamier looked like a vixen, she didn't do anything to harm anyone.

But Solovyov had to act as her servant in whatever she said.

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

But anyone who sees her will feel pity for her as she lies on the sofa in such a pitiful state.

"Ma'am, 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 my details.

But don't worry, we are just chatting with her and it won't lead to the next step.

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

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

In this kind of gentle older sister character, Solovyov is indeed the younger one, so the atmosphere is a bit awkward.

"It's no big deal to me. It's just a fan."

"Ahaha, it's not anything dangerous. Let me take a look. It's okay. That's good."

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

I've been hit by this passive skill many times, so I've become more cautious.

However, Madame Recamier still preferred spiritual communication, and she simply stretched out one arm and stroked Solovyov's forehead.

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

"You have brothers and sisters at home, right?"

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

"Your family structure is quite interesting." Then, she talked about their respective families.

"Even compared to France, Russia is still so lenient and will not easily end someone's life."

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

Well, let's just talk slowly. Madame Récamier does look harmless, so she should be fine.

"That's an interesting place, too. I came here and experienced a lot of different things. Russia is really wonderful and incredible, but... A-choo!"

Apparently, it was still too cold. Although the reception room was warm, Madame Récamier was wearing too light clothes, which showed off her full breasts and beautiful white back, so she inevitably felt cold.

"Here, you have to wear more clothes, ma'am, or you'll catch a cold. You're dressed like this, without shoes or socks. Although you look beautiful, you could get sick and it's very serious."

Madame Recamier knew that Solovyov would always keep a distance from her because she was a "vixen", but he took the initiative to care about her health, not because he coveted her beauty.

Instead, she wanted to get him even more, even though it was unlikely that this young man would marry a Catholic widow.

Not every relative of Bonaparte's family will end up marrying a widow like the one who will land at Port Juan in the future.

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

In fact, in St. Petersburg, people are also quite concerned about the woman's faith. Not only is the issue of Orthodox faith involved when the Grand Duchess gets married, but the noble families and ordinary noble families are also more or less involved.

In particular, those whose families have Catholic members have become somewhat worried after Paul's years. The problems between the Eastern and Western Churches are still a concern for Russia, even if the Order of Malta has been grafted in.

However, the British also came up with a similar medal later, which is also quite funny.

Religious issues are still a big deal in St. Petersburg, and Madame Recamier is well aware of this.

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

"Just call me Julie"

Such proactive concern for her made her blush.

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

"But I not only have my heart set on it, but there is no difference between Paris and Petersburg."

"You are very honest, unlike those people who are glib."

"There are two types of people who have served as aides-de-camp: one is slick and the other is honest and efficient."

"Obviously, you're the latter, but you have some secrets, too."

Just mentioning the "secret", Solovyov did not want to share it with her, and his expression was a little serious. Madame Recamier could also notice the change in his expression.

"Don't think too much. You must have a lot of secrets, and I don't intend to know them. But can I share friendship with you and have a common secret?"

"Julie, you told me the secret."

"There's no way to verify that kind of rumor, and it would cause trouble. But you fell into my trap."

Although what I said is true, it involves too many things and I can't talk about it like this.

Having said this, she really turned into a "fox spirit" again, and the fur she pulled over was white.

Uh. What a beautiful white fox. Solovyov felt that even if she only used words and beautiful postures to seduce him, it would be much more powerful than Milady's body. Although he fell into her trap, this trap did have some meaning in it.

Of course, Madame Récamier was somewhat self-destructive because she became a widow at a young age.

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

This little widow has maxed out her charm attribute, and it’s a passive one.

Seeing him so dazed, Madame Recamier pulled him down on the chaise longue, regardless of her sprained foot.

Solovyov, whose power was cut off, also realized that something was wrong. The lady's lips were already pressed directly against his face.

It's broken, but it feels pretty good. There's a reason why this lady makes so many men fall in love with her in Paris.

Moreover, this lady doesn't just want to kiss
"Michelle, I sprained my foot. You have to pick me up and get me to the bed over there."

Solovyov never thought that he would be the one who was 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 lady's salon. Napoleon himself also invited her to serve as a maid in the Consulate and the court, but was always rejected.

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

Louisa, who was too well-educated and had too much knowledge in her head, was reserved and conservative. It was a long process for her and Solovyov to go from acquaintance to ambiguity and then further.

Solovyov couldn't refuse at this time, and his heart was beating fast, which was much more exciting than when he was with Louisa. He even felt that he was so lucky that he didn't feel right.

But if he had to choose, Louisa would be more to his taste, Madame Récamier's case would be another matter.

But there was still a 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, compared with the various gossips circulating in St. Petersburg on a daily basis, it might be the most ancient.

Even her timidity is exactly the same as that of the princess's wife.

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

Madame Recamier was indeed very lovely, and Solovyov felt that, compared with the speed at which he had been promoted, the quality of the women he had met was still quite high.

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

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

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

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

It was indeed very troublesome. Solovyov was just like a puppet controlled by the other party.

Although his mind was still clear now, he also realized that women could indeed be troublesome sometimes.

(End of this chapter)