King's Landing in France

Hearing these words, An Ning thought that "Saint-Just, the Archangel of the Revolution" had finally appeared.

Marat is notoriously ugly, and it would be terrible to be in the same constituency as Saint-Just.

After all, this "Angel of Terror" is unique in the history of the French Revolution. Others left his name in history with martial arts and martial arts, but he left his name with handsomeness.

At this time, Mara said loudly: "I can't admit it! Just because he has a handsome face, he defeated my well-prepared speech, I can't accept it!"

An Ning really wanted to go up and tell Mara at this time that a guy named Kennedy also defeated a scheming opponent by relying on his handsome appearance in the election of the US President hundreds of years later.

This is nothing, the era of looking at faces is like this.

Mara was still getting ready and complained: "And that Mirabeau, you know, he didn't give a speech, but gave everyone the little yellow books he wrote about the queen's love history for free on the spot. Can spell his name, just follow the signature on that pamphlet! How can this group of people represent the people?"

Danton shrugged his shoulders: "Mirabeau can at least represent the alcoholics in Paris. As long as you see Mr. Mirabeau at night, his face must be rosy, and the smell of alcohol can kill people."

Then Dandong changed the subject and looked at An Ning: "Andy, how is your side?"

"The nobles seem to have chosen the headmaster of the Paris Military Academy as their representative." An Ning spread her hands, "while the commoners chose the son of a cobbler, a noble killer, a man who won three duels."

Mara: "They voted for you just because you are famous as a noble killer!"

An Ning: "Ma La, the representative's affairs are already like this, and can't be changed. You might as well think about how to expand your influence in the future. This way, you can use this reputation to the fullest when you are elected next time.

Mara frowned. "What are you talking about? Next time?"

An Ning: "That's right, you don't think that we elected representatives are just going to visit the Palace of Versailles, do you?

"Let me tell you, the king wants us to discuss how to increase taxes, but we don't want to discuss this. We don't want to care about the financial crisis of the royal family at all. We went to Versailles to create a constitutional monarchy.

"You think, since there is a constitutional monarchy, there will naturally be a next parliament, right?"

Mara snapped her fingers: "You're right! I shouldn't be too obsessed with the result this time. I should pick up the pen and fight for the next election."

Danton: "That's right, this suits you better than sitting here complaining."

Marat: "I want to take action. I should... yes, I should start a newspaper by myself. I have a sum of money I saved when I was a doctor, and I can take it out temporarily."

An Ning: "You can also invite the Duke of Orleans to join us. He likes investing in progressive newspapers the most."

It should be said that the Duke of Orleans likes any media that can discredit Louis XVI.

Now the Duke of Orleans is still dreaming of becoming Louis XVII, supporting enlightenment ideas, running various publishing industries, and opening his private domain, the Royal Palace, to ordinary people in Paris, all for this purpose piece.

It would be some time before he became the famous "Mr. Equality."

Mara has completely shaken off the shadow of losing the election, and he is planning the future with great enthusiasm: "I am not only looking for investment, but also looking for people who are willing to write.

"Contributing to other newspapers, they always suppress my manuscripts, change here and elsewhere, this time I will select the manuscripts! I want to choose the most direct, the most straightforward, and it is best to let those noble masters They will die of shame when they see it!

"Guys, what do you guys think the new paper should be called?"

Danton: "I suggest calling it the Seine, which corresponds to The Times in England."

An Ning was shocked, was there already a Times at this time?Is it unique to this time and space or is it also the case in the original history?

Marat shook her head: "No, how can it be called the Seine Herald? I don't even know what the newspaper is about after reading the name! It needs to be more clear-cut! I think it can be called the Seine Herald!"

An Ning couldn't help frowning.

What the hell, Marat's newspaper... isn't it called the People's Friend?

He thought for a while, decided to correct this small mistake, and said, "I think it's better to call him the People's Friend. You see, it's simple and straightforward, and you can tell what the newspaper is about at a glance."

Mara repeated what An Ning had just said: "Friend of the people... my old friend, you are a genius of language, this is good, short and powerful.

"If all goes well, my newspaper can even be published before the official meeting of the three-level parliament! Just wait, I will definitely wave the flag for you in the newspaper!"

Danton: "I thought you'd watch us do our delegate duties."

"Of course, there will definitely be surveillance. After all, you replaced me for this meeting. Of course, I will keep an eye on your every move!"

Chapter 055 The Decline of Kingship

An Ning was chatting with his friends when a tall, horse-faced gentleman suddenly came over to talk to them: "How are you doing today?"

An Ning saw that the person who came was Bai Yi, the current mayor of Paris. This person's surname always reminded An Ning of Lord Bai in Avanti.

But Master Bai in Avanti is a fat man, but this one is tall and thin, with a long face.

Bayi was later a core member of the Peiyang faction, but now he appears in the Breton Club.In fact, the clubs in the French revolution era are very different from the parties in later generations. It is really mainly a club where everyone chats and plays bridge. The Peiyang faction and even the royalist party can play in the same room as the Jacobin faction .

Danton said: "Mara was not selected because he was too ugly. He is planning to use his savings to open a special newspaper to supervise the work of those of us who have been selected. What about you, Mr. Bai? You must have been selected, right?" ?”

Bayi is the mayor of Paris, and the staff for electing representatives is mainly arranged by the Paris municipality. He thinks it is a bit difficult not to be selected.

Bai: "Of course I was elected, so that I can be in the parliament..."

An Ning interrupted Bai and asked a crucial question: "Which level did you choose as a representative?"

Bayi: "Do you still need to ask, of course it is the third level."

"You are a nobleman."

This time in the three-level parliament, many nobles who should have gone to the second level also came to represent the third level. These people are basically new nobles who have transformed into capitalists.

Later, with the development of the situation, many people from the original first class and second class also joined the Constituent Assembly composed mainly of the third class.

Bayi: "I'm just a small nobleman with a title of nobility. I'm not only the representative of the third class, but also the Marquis of Lafayette. Let Your Majesty do what you want."

Marat: "Just now Andy has been yelling, saying that this time the three-level parliament, everyone will work hard to turn France into a constitutional monarchy, like Britain."

"Is that so?" Someone new joined the conversation.

Lafayette, wearing a military uniform, came to Bayi.The 32-year-old "Founder of America" ​​has begun to bald, and the wig can't hide his shiny forehead.

An Ning: "Mr. Lafayette, don't you intend to promote constitutionalization? I thought that everyone except the priests of the first rank should think about starting constitutionalization."

Lafayette: "Don't exclude the priests. In fact, many priests also feel that the system of vesting all rights in the king is outdated."

"Do you mean the Messrs. Talleyrand and Sieyès?" asked Marat.

Lafayette: "Not only them, many people think so. In short, this parliament..."

While Lafayette was talking eloquently, An Ning saw the waiter of the club pushing a cart covered with a cloth and walking towards the gate of the club.

An Ning was curious, so she said sorry, and then temporarily left her friends to see what the waiters were doing.

He went out of the gate of the club, and saw dozens of beggars gathered outside the club—no, not only beggars, but also many ordinary civilians were mixed among the beggars.

The waiter is chasing a hunchbacked lady away: "Go away! These breads are for beggars. Are you a beggar?"

The lady burst into tears: "Please sir, we have children at home! Bread is too expensive, even if we work hard, we can't make enough money. My family has been drinking wild vegetable soup for days! Don't eat any more bread , I don’t even have the strength to work!”

The waiter wanted to chase her away, but An Ning stepped forward and said, "Send it to her. In my opinion, people who work hard are more admirable than those who lie flat and wait for relief!"

The waiter showed a embarrassed expression: "This... the abbot of the monastery asked us to only help beggars..."

An Ning: "Open your eyes and take a look. Bread has risen to 50 sous a piece. Ordinary workers can't even earn half a loaf of bread. The difference between them and beggars is that they are still working. If it is not the year No, who would let go of their self-esteem and beg forever?"

The waiter hesitated, then thrust a piece of moldy bread into the woman's hand.

The woman immediately devoured it, as if it was not bread covered with mold, but some delicacy.

An Ning: "Give her another piece and let her take it to the child."

The waiter did it.

The woman thanked repeatedly with tears in her eyes: "Thank you! Kind sir! May the Lord bless you!"

An Ning complained in her heart that as a Chinese, I probably don't belong to the supervisor.

Then he stood at the door and watched the waiters distribute the bread equally to all the beggars and commoners gathered in front of the monastery, and then he returned to his friends contentedly.

Danton: "Why did you go?"

"Look at the waiter giving." An Ning briefly talked about the situation outside.

Everyone fell silent.

Suddenly Mara slapped the table hard: "This is the title of my first article! The people are still starving, and our King is still thinking of raising taxes to add skirts to his mistress!"

Lafayette reminded: "Mary is a queen, not a mistress. In fact, if His Majesty Louis had a mistress, many people would be relieved."

An Ning: "He has a mistress."

Everyone looked at An Ning in amazement, and Lafayette frowned: "I've been going to palace balls all these years, haven't you heard of it?"

An Ning spread her hands together: "I mean those locks."

Everyone laughed, and there was a cheerfulness in the air.

Lafayette finished laughing and said, "Actually, it's not just locks. Our locksmith king is now obsessed with playing with execution devices. He fiddled with something that can quickly cut off someone's head..."

An Ning was startled, what's the matter, was the guillotine in this world invented by Louis XVI himself?In the original time and space, Louis XVI improved the guillotine by himself, which was already very dark and humorous. Do you want to double the black humor now?

An Ning: "So what is His Majesty the King planning to do? Use the device he invented to behead all those who oppose him?"

Mara said contemptuously, "Hmph, I don't think he has such courage."

Indeed, what courage can a locksmith have.

Everyone said a lot of mocking and contemptuous words about Louis XVI. In the era of Louis XIV, An Ning and his group would have been sent to the gallows long ago.

But now is the era of Louis XVI, an era of declining royal power, and Louis XVI, the locksmith king and his deficit queen, undoubtedly greatly accelerated the decline of royal power.

The French are no longer in awe of their king.

Chapter 056 The rain is coming

Not long after the representative election, An Ning received a letter from Napoleon from the station.

The 19-year-old second lieutenant asked in the letter full of doubts: "Andy, you always talk about the power of the people, so I went to see the election of representatives in the nearby district, hoping to actually feel this power, but unfortunately I didn't felt.

"I just saw a mob get gathered together, very few people were calling out the names of the representatives at the beginning, and the rest didn't seem to know who they were going to vote for.

"But soon everyone was chanting that name together. In my opinion, this is simply blind obedience. The crowd is like ducklings behind a mother duck, blindly watching the previous one go forward, shaking their long legs as they walk. neck.

"What kind of power can such people have? Rather than believing in the power of these people, I would rather believe in shrapnel. Shrapnel can completely disintegrate them."

This letter made An Ning frown. Napoleon seems to be a tyrant... Well, he is indeed. Tried it again, and it worked.

An Ning thought for a while, and wrote back a long letter to Napoleon: "I saw the same scene in Paris, and I was even the one who shouted their names together. That's right, they look like a bunch of rabble now, but That's because they haven't awakened yet.

"Now they're excited only because of the high price of bread, they just have a vague sense that something has to change, and if they don't change they're going to starve tomorrow.

"But as things progress, they will eventually understand that the era when they are equal to the nobles is coming, and one day they will shout for freedom, equality and fraternity, and send those aristocratic gentlemen into history. So the pile of paper.

"At that time, you will see an invincible army that can face the bombardment of shrapnel and grape shells without changing face."

Yes, the army in the early days of the Revolution was characterized by very high morale and extremely difficult to break up, but the level of training was extremely low.

An Ning didn't mind a little preview of this scene with Napoleon, so that Napoleon would definitely remember An Ning's awesomeness when he saw that the National Guard was really like this in the future.

In the future, An Ning will rely entirely on the title of General Marshal.

After all, An Ning questioned himself and felt that he was not suitable for war. He may be a qualified artillery officer now, but he is only qualified.

What's more, An Ning hasn't worked in the army for a day since he got the military rank. He has been lecturing at the Paris Military Academy. The subject he is in charge of is mathematics, which has something to do with cannon.

How could a math teacher be able to fight?

After writing the letter, An Ning took a kraft paper envelope and put the letter in, then picked up a candle and dripped a few drops on the mouth of the envelope, and then picked up her medal and pressed a mark on the wax clay.

That's right, An Ning now uses the medal awarded to him by Louis XVI himself as his own seal.

"Fanny!" An Ning called to her maid, "Go and send me a letter!"

Fanny appeared quickly, took a look at the letter, and asked, "Is it addressed to that little Corsican man?"

"Yes."

"He wants to choose a representative too?"

"No, he always thinks he's a Corsican, not a Frenchman, and that's why he won't run for the French elections."

"Since he thinks so, he should reject the Civil Services Bureau and not register."

"Okay, Fanny, there are times when everyone bows down for five buckets of rice, and it's not shameful."

Fanny curled her lips and left with the letter.

An Ning stood up and looked at the street below through the window.

Today someone on the street made a speech again: "The king convened a three-level parliament to increase our taxes! He asked us to say, fuck him! He thought that the priests and nobles were on his side. According to the voting rules of the three-level parliament, they must Pass the tax increase bill!