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"Your Royal Highness, Honorable Princess."

Other scholars who had not yet made their mark came up attentively, scrambling to pat the princess's ass. In the intervals, he will glance at Garion with jealousy.

The up-and-coming young man didn't even have the awe he deserved in front of the princess, as if the two had known each other for many years.

Princess Mathilde glanced towards the living room, and after greeting the princess, the others were all exchanging their experiences in twos and threes, only the mocked Gautier glanced at Garion indignantly, and couldn't bear this breath in his heart, and then stood up and said goodbye to Her Royal Highness.

Princess Mathilde did not force the other party to stay, but only bowed slightly, smiled and sent out of the living room, maintaining the last respect for him.

There are countless literati who want to join the royal salon, and there is no shortage of one or two.

But she's never met a near-all-powerful guy like Garion. Because of this, she took a fancy to this man even more and wanted him to serve the royal family of Bonaparte.

However, for him, whose liberal republican ideas are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it is too difficult to serve a royal family, and Princess Mathilde also has a headache, but the other party's willingness to stand in his mansion is already a small step of success.

"Mind taking a step to talk?"

Garian's eyes were on the room next to the living room, apparently not wanting the rest of the conversation to be overheard.

"Absolutely."

Her Royal Highness took her skirt and left everyone in the living room behind, and walked to the small room next to her. Although the literati present were still talking about their respective topics, they were obviously absent-mindedly looking in the direction of the two.

Apparently they were very interested in the topic of Garian and the princess just now, and watched the two disappear from sight.

Garian was ushered into another cubicle, which was more luxurious than the previous living room. There are plaster sculptures stacked in the corners, and there is even a Renaissance painting of Tabucelli's "Mourning Christ".

Princess Mathilde looked at Garion's stunned painting by Tipocelli, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Does Garion know about painting too?" ”

"A little bit understood. This is Botticelli's mourning for Christ, right? For example, the painful and tragic characters of Cheerful Chiro, the deep and wistful face of Rembrandt, and the beautiful and graceful scenery of Watteau, Botticelli's works are always endowed with a kind of femininity. ”

Later generations summed up the characteristics of the curly-haired and big-eyed sissy as Botticelli's feminine artistic style.

A hint of surprise flashed across Princess Mathilde's face, she thought that Garion was also good at literature and politics, but she didn't expect that she even knew about art.

"I have investigated your background, and it is indeed a peasant from another province. But did you have an aristocratic education before? ”

Princess Mathilde asked curiously, "Or maybe your ancestors were once nobles of the Bourbon dynasty, and their family was in the middle of the Great Revolution, and now they must be a peasant?" ”

Garion turned around and smiled at the princess behind him and explained, "No, I'm probably the self-taught type. ”

The princess teased, "You can really put gold on your face." ”

The door opened, and the servant brought coffee and placed it on the small table where the guests were entertained. Garion also withdrew his gaze from the painting and focused on Princess Mathilde.

"However, Her Royal Highness the Princess is much more beautiful today than before."

"Don't pat me on the back."

The other party cut straight to the point, and Princess Mathilde, who was aroused, sat in her seat, she picked up her teacup, smiled and asked, "Say, I want to know what the business opportunity you are talking about?" ”

Garion pondered for a moment, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he said directly, "I want to launch a French own ***, which is different from the British one made of fish maw and sheep intestines, and I hope to invent a new *** product after rubber vulcanization." So I hereby ask Her Royal Highness the Princess, hoping to get an investment from you for production. ”

"Yes, invest in *** production."

"Huh?"

Princess Mathilde thought she had misheard, she cleared her throat and repeated what she had just heard, "You mean, you want me to invest in *** production?" Lord Garrian, you're not kidding, are you? ”

"That's right."

Garion put on a serious attitude and nodded, "I'm not joking, I do hope that Princess Mathilde can invest in production." ”

Princess Mathilde's face turned red, she looked at the young man in front of her angrily, and reprimanded word by word, "Enough, Garion, I can tolerate you not using your talents in literature and politics, but now you are actually encouraging these unspeakable crooked ways?" Do you know how much public outcry this will cause in Paris? ”

"I don't understand, why such a product that benefits the country and the people is condemned?"

As if anticipating the princess's extreme reaction, Garion's gaze was undaunted, and he raised his voice, not caring if the crowd outside the door would hear his reprimand.

"You're ......"

The angry princess didn't know how to reply for a while, so she had to say angrily, "You are immoral!" ”

"Why am I so bad? Should the Romantics, as the Lord Gautier outside say, prove that they have suffered the torture of love and the condemnation of conscience, and try to prove themselves as pale or even gray, as pale and even gray as a dead man of tuberculosis, and even go so far as to contract syphilis to prove that they are martyrs of literature? Interesting? ”

Princess Mathilde was dumbfounded. From childhood to adulthood, she was trained to be a lady by a strict court education, but after her divorce from St. Petersburg, the uninhibited Princess Mathilde spent some time with the amateur sculptor, the beautiful young and beautiful Count Nevekerk.

What are those ignorant little fresh meats, Princess Mathilde is a veteran of the love field, and what she pursues is the lonely and defeating master tricks.

The cheating female star surnamed Li in later generations is nothing compared with the famous *** flower and female writer in the 19th century, and there are no dozens of green hats on her head who want to control a wild horse on the grassland? Those who can be famous among the men who are gathered are all talents who are far better than their own talents in bed.

Garion didn't hesitate to puncture the last fig leaf on the high-class celebrity, and sarcastically retorted, "Is Her Royal Highness ashamed?" Everything I do is reduce the spread of incurable syphilis. ”

"On the contrary, those who pride themselves on syphilis wish to shake their brains, and they should be able to hear the sound of the waves, and I deeply suspect that His Excellency Gautier is in a state of mind, and advise him to see a veterinarian."