Fox of France

　　 Joseph followed Amand into his yard and up the steps. He noticed that the small building of Amon's house was a typical Rococo style building. The walls are decorated with various shapes of carved flowers, decorated with gold paint and various other colors of paint. Such a small building must have been full of exaggerated display back then, but now, the golden paint and other colors of paint have weathered and peeled off, and the entire wall is mottled.

Amon noticed that Joseph was looking at the wall, and he said, "This house has been around for a while. It should have been repaired a long time ago, but my dad, like me, is a hopeless dandy. He simply can't take care of it. These. So, this house...what should I say?"

　　 Amang frowned.

"I think this is actually not bad," Joseph said in an aria-style tone seriously. "It has a special sense of beauty. It is like an open time scroll, full of historical heaviness. Seeing it, You see impermanence and destiny..."

　　 "Joseph, what you said... I will take it as a real compliment." Amon said, "Anyway, you know, one of my greatest strengths is this. Besides..."

Amon stopped, raised his head, and carefully watched the mottled wall: "Joseph, there is one thing you said is right, this is impermanence, this is destiny. The loneliness and despair under the bustling, this is Luo The true meaning of cocoa!"

　　 "OFortuna, velutLunastatuvariabilis, sempercrescisautdecrescis; vitadetestabilisnuncobduratettunccuratludomentisaciem, egestatem, potestatemdissolvitut" Joseph chanted in a low voice. (This is a section of "Fate·The Queen of the World" in the Latin work "Bran Poetry". The general idea is: oh destiny, like the moon, is fickle, full and empty; the hateful life intersects suffering and happiness; whether it is poor or low And wealth and wealth, melt and die like ice and snow.)

　　 "Damn! You actually wrote a poem in Latin immediately!" Amon said angrily, "You have crushed me in natural science, and now...you fellow, do you still want to live!"

"I didn't write this." Joseph shook his head. "I don't know who wrote it. Maybe it was the work of an unknown poet in the eighth century or earlier. Well, I told you about it. , My godfather is a bishop, and this is in a fragment I saw in his church."

　　 "The terrible Middle Ages, I don't know how many talented poets have been buried." Amon shook his head, "Well, let's not always stand on the steps and chat. Let's go in together."

　　 The two entered the door, Joseph looked inside, and there was a crystal chandelier in the living room. More than a dozen candles on it illuminated the hall when it was night. There are several chairs on both sides of the hall, and in the middle is the dance floor. There are marbles on the ground, but because of the age, these marble floors have become dull and lost their brilliance.

　　 There was no one on the sofa in the lobby, and Amon said to Joseph: "We did not invite too many people this time, only a few friends, so they are all in the small living room."

　　 followed Amang and turned to the right, and he arrived in the small living room. As Amon said, everyone was in the small living room.

　　 Amon walked in with Joseph, then raised his hand and gently slapped his chin twice, so the people who were talking in the chair in the small living room stopped and turned their faces to look over here.

　　 "Everyone, please allow me to introduce to you my friend, the future great scientist of France-Mr. Joseph Bonaparte... an Italian viscount, let us welcome him."

　　 "Welcome, Mr. Bonaparte." A man about forty years old stood up and greeted Joseph.

　　 "Joseph, this is my father, Viscount Charles de Lavoisier." Amon said in a serious manner.

　　 "Thank you for your hospitality." Joseph also bowed in salute.

　　 "Come on, Amang, what are you doing so formal?" Viscount Charles shook his head at Amang, "This is just a very casual family gathering."

　　 Then he turned his head and pointed to a high-backed chair and said to Joseph: "Mr. Bonaparte, please sit here."

　　 "Thank you." Joseph said, "I am Amon's friend, so you can just call me Joseph."

　　 Amang continued to introduce other family members.

　　 "This is my mother, Viscount Lavoisier."

　　 "It's nice to meet you, ma'am." Joseph hurriedly nodded in greeting.

　　 "I also like to see you young people." The Viscountess replied, "It always reminds me of the good times when I was young."

　　 "Mom, you are also a young man." Amon said.

"This is my cousin Samuel de Fermat. He is good at fencing and shooting. He has fought with the Marquis Lafayette in North America. He is a great guy." Amon introduced another to Joseph. The short guy sitting here. Joseph noticed a long scar under his right ear, extending all the way under his lips. Perhaps in order to cover up this scar, he deliberately left a big beard like Captain Adok in the comics of later generations, which also made it difficult to judge his age.

　　 "Hello." Samuel stood up and nodded.

　　 "It's nice to meet you." Joseph also responded.

　　 Then Amon introduced a few people to Joseph, most of them were relatives of their family. Finally Amon took Joseph to a girl in a pale yellow dress.

　　 "This is the most precious pearl in our family, my sister Fanny." Amon said.

　　 "It's nice to meet you." Joseph hurriedly said.

　　 "Me too." The girl lowered her head slightly, holding her skirt corners with her hands and bending her knees in response. Then he raised his head again, took a quick look at Joseph with his big aquamarine eyes widened, then lowered his eyelids and said, "I have heard many things about you from my brother, and I heard that your paper has won an award from the Academy of Sciences. Not only that, my uncle said that you have already made many important creations in mathematics. And you have been recommended, and you will soon be able to get a teaching position at the Paris Military Academy. You should be less than twenty years old now. It’s really amazing to get such a recommendation!"

　　 "Miss, this is actually not as difficult as you think." Joseph replied with a smile, "I just had better luck."

　　 "My brother said that luck belongs only to those who are ready." Fanny smiled and whispered.

　　 "Okay, everyone sit down. Don't stand up and talk." Viscount Charles de Lavoisier said.

　　 So Joseph sat down on a chair beside Amon. A servant brought up a cup of tea and placed it on the small coffee table next to Joseph.

　　 Then everyone started talking.

　　 "What were you talking about just now?" Joseph asked.

　　 "Before I went out, everyone was talking about "Le Figaro's Wedding" which was performed not long ago." Amon replied.

　　 "The Marriage of Figaro" is the work of Bomarche. But for later generations, they are more familiar with the opera version adapted by the musician Mozart. However, the opera "The Marriage of Figaro" will not be completed until 1786. The recent performance is not the opera "The Marriage of Figaro", which is more familiar to later generations, but the drama "The Wedding of Figaro".

　　 "Mr. Bomarche's irony in this play is really too acrid, too ironic. It's really rare that he has such guts." Amang said.

"If you want me to say, Mr. Bomarche, that's all. The talents of the comedy troupe are really bold. They even changed the plot and satirized the Queen. This is really bold!" Lavoisier Baron said.

"Isn't it?" Fanny also smiled and whispered, "They actually asked Count Almaviva to say something like that. Very bold. Don't they worry about the queen? She doesn't think it is Ironically, she might think that the words Count Almaviva said were a compliment to her!" Amon laughed with contempt.

　　 Queen Marie Antoinette likes to spend money because of her extravagance. Numerous expensive gems and fashions have been gathered into her palace. Under her leadership, the luxurious fashion style has swept the French aristocratic life circle. She was happiest when inviting the nobles who got along with her to participate in all night gambling, carnivals, and dancing parties.

　　 Folklore, whenever there is a whimsical new idea to spend money, she is like a child, crying and crying, forcing her husband to realize it for her. As a result, the royal family spends more and more, and the fiscal deficit is getting worse. Among the folks, Queen Mary also has the nickname "Queen of Deficit".

　　 "Amon, what did Count Almaviva say?" Joseph asked ~www.readwn.com~ Count said: ‘What is the money? Even if you run into deficits, you can only find Jews for loans everywhere, and that's fine. You know, since ancient times, how many kings have to be, for the sake of a beautiful smile, even the country can be abandoned, in order to let the wife wear the glittering gems she likes, even if the husband is bankrupt, it should be. "" Amon answered.

"So? Amon, you underestimate the queen. In any case, the queen is from the Habsburg family and must be well-educated. She can understand this simple metaphor. That's why those of the comedy troupe Screenwriters need courage to make such changes. But to be honest, the risks they took are not as big as they thought. Because even if they see these ironies, the king and queen may not care." Joseph said.

　　 "Someone is accusing them in public, how can they not care?" Samuel interrupted.

"Ah, this question. Please let me make an analogy, um, you fought in North America. I heard that some Indians in North America stood with the British at the time to fight against you. It is said that those Indians would use their Witchcraft curses you. So Mr. Fermat, do you care about their curse?" Joseph asked with a smile.

　　 "Of course I don't care, because I know that their superstitions are of no use. You know, there is no witchcraft that can't be solved by a bullet." Samuel replied.

　　 "If one cannot solve it, then another one." Joseph laughed.

　　 "You are right, Mr. Bonaparte." Musser also laughed. "But generally speaking, you only need a bullet to deal with Indians."

　　 "In the eyes of the king and queen, such accusations are no different from Indian curses. They don't care."