(Thanks to AAaA for the reward)

The two of them stood on the third floor of the Richelieu Pavilion and admired Xie Minyun's favorite oil painting, "Full Body Portrait of Madame de Pompadour".

Madame de Pompadour, dressed in a rococo gown, holds sheet music, and on the table is beautifully bound books, including Diderot's Encyclopédie, Montesquieu's The Spirit of Law, Voltaire's The Age of Henri IV, a rococo-style sofa with musical instruments and another sheet music, and a pale blue ribbon clip on the carpet.

This is a pastel portrait painted by the French painter de Latour in 1775, and there is no doubt that Xie Minyun liked this painting not because of de Latour, but because of Madame de Pompadour.

A woman as legendary as Napoleon.

"This is the most beautiful painting I have ever seen of Madame de Pompadour, and when I first saw it when I was 14 years old, I immediately went to the souvenir shop and bought a replica of it, which still hangs in my home in the capital, and although there are not many people in my house, it always seems empty, just like this palace. After a pause, Xie Minyun tilted his head and glanced at Cheng Mo, "Do you think it looks good?"

Cheng Mo didn't speak, just shook his head, he didn't take the opportunity to peek at Xie Minyun's side face that was much better looking than the woman in the painting, in his opinion, Madame de Pompadour was too rounded, although this woman who influenced Europe once had the title of the first beauty in Paris, but it seems to be a little bit unworthy of the name, far less beautiful than Xie Minyun, in fact, the two people are not much comparable, and it is normal for the aesthetics of the two eras to have a gap.

"The colors aren't beautiful enough, or are the compositions and shadows not beautiful enough?"

"No, I don't think people are pretty enough, and I personally don't like Madame de Pompadour. ”

"I didn't expect you to be a masculinist!" Xie Minyun frowned slightly.

"Of course not, I just don't like Rococo's extravagant and feminine style, nor do I like her 'arrogance' that sees through the world and the way she looks like a smart woman who knows everything and doesn't care..."

"Why do you think you're talking about yourself?" Xie Minyun's expressionless face twitched slightly, as if forcibly ending a sneer, it was obvious that she felt that Cheng Mo meant to scold Huai, but Cheng Mo did describe it very accurately, this woman whose influence was comparable to Napoleon was indeed such a person.

Cheng Mo sighed, "I'm serious, I didn't mean to scold Huai with insinuations. ”

Xie Minyun hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Actually, I like this painting, just because I think Madame Pompadour is a bit like my mother..... Every time I see her face and eyes, I can always see the falling light, and the complex and contradictory expression on her face, in this painting her lips are slightly upturned, but her eyes are a little confused, not at all like the appearance of focusing on the score, I think she actually has no emotion....."

"If she only focused on art, I think I would probably respect her, but unfortunately then she did some things that she shouldn't have done and made some mistakes that shouldn't have been made, which made me feel a lot lower about her, but I didn't like it, I didn't hate it....." Cheng Mo didn't expect Xie Minyun to tell him such a private thing, so he also said the reason why he didn't like it.

"Actually, my mom is my dad's second, my mom is a perfect person, when I was two or three years old, I began to plan for a rainy day, and began to look for a school for me, you also know, in fact, at that time, my mother's side was originally a scholarly family, not a wealthy family, but my father's side is different, some photos hanging at home are enough to scare people to death...."

Cheng Mo had speculated about Xie Minyun's identity and background, but at this moment he could finally confirm that she was a direct line rather than a side line.

"My mother chose a school for me for three years, and then I went to neither Yuying Primary School, nor Jingshan or Shijia..... I went to a small aristocratic experimental school with only about 300 students. The founder of this school, Mrs. Xiong, is XXX's right-hand man, and has followed XXX with all her heart since the Yanzhou era. Because of this family relationship, I also studied here, although the students who can enter this school have a good family background, but any student is still a small thing compared to me, I was very shy in the first and second grades, very timid, I didn't dare to go to the playground to play after class, and no one paid attention to me. In the third and fourth grades, I was a little bolder, but no one paid attention to me, and at that time I already felt that they were all a little afraid of me, because I was the only one who had a driver and bodyguards to escort me to school every day, and not only that, but even the teacher was careful when he talked about history lessons, especially when it came to some chapters about my parents....."

"When I was in the fifth or sixth grade, I learned a lot about communicating with others, but I didn't want to be so special, so in order to win the favor of others, I often deliberately threw the 100-dollar bills I brought with me on the ground, and then picked them up and asked loudly, 'Who is this?' No one answered me, everyone looked at each other, and then I handed over the money to the teacher as the class fee, because at that time, the school rules of our school stipulated that the students picked up money in the class, if no one claimed it, it would be used as the class fee, and the class fee would become food and use, but this kind of overture was useless; when the school performed "Journey to the West", all the children liked to play the role of Monkey King, and no one wanted to play Zhu Bajie, so I volunteered to wear a pig's nose to play Zhu Bajie..... Although I tried my best to show innocence, gentleness and kindness, and even played the role of a harlequin like the Great Courtyard Hazo, my classmates still felt afraid to climb high, which made me feel lonely at that time..."

"So when I was in junior high school, at my strong request, I went to a general junior high school to hide my identity, and the car and bodyguard that sent me were also parked far away.... The bad thing is that I still don't have friends, because I have good grades, I am beautiful, and I am very popular with boys, but I just want to make friends, not to fall in love, but girls don't like me, and it is difficult for me to talk to them, so I will inevitably be isolated, and I will not share those depressing things with you, because I found that I have become accustomed to and like someone.... Although I didn't tell anyone, I guess my mother had expected this to happen, so she sent me to France for a year to study in that junior high school for two years, but I didn't learn anything serious, that is, to learn language and art, my school is not far from here, we often come to the Louvre to see and feel the art, and it is free to wear our school uniform...."

"So, you see, it's not easy for me to get lost in the Louvre, because I've been here many times. Xie Minyun smiled slightly, then turned his head to look at Cheng Mo and asked, "You told me last time that Uncle Cheng was going to show you the Louvre, what do you plan to see?"

Cheng Mo felt very strange.

He wondered why Xie Minyun suddenly told him this, although she didn't say her family background, but it was clear enough, she didn't say her hobbies and interests, she didn't say what music she likes to listen to, what books she likes to read, just briefly said her life, as if she was standing at the door of her room at this moment, opened a heavily guarded door, and then said to him: "Come in and sit!"

If you were in junior high school, you might be happy that you finally found a similar person, you would not hesitate to go in to see what attractive gadgets were in Xie Minyun's room, and you would be happy to sit with her and enjoy dessert and drink a glass of warm milk, and then share your life with her.

But now he was a man with a secret, a secret so big that he couldn't see his future clearly, and he didn't want to just say, "Hello." Just say, "Goodbye!"

In addition, he was really puzzled, why did Xie Minyun suddenly tell him this?

Obviously, the two of them had only reserved polite communication before the final exam.

"Don't you believe I'll take you to find it?" Xie Minyun turned his head and saw that Cheng Mo was staring at "Madame Pompadour's Full Body Portrait" in a daze, so he asked softly.

The tone of her speech is not as cold as usual, and some subtle emotions are contained in it, like not being very confident, for the proud Xie Minyun, this is really a rare emotion, but what is the reason for not being confident, Cheng Mo can't speculate, maybe it's because of the road idiot, a "terminal disease" that can't be cured at present....

"No, it's not, I still want to watch "The Cheater of Diamond A", "The Madonna of the Chancellor Lorraine", "Ulgan the Fire God Shows Venus the Sword of Aeneas", "The Code of Hammurabi", "The Coronation of Napoleon I" has just been watched...."

"Except for the Code of Hammurabi, the paintings you choose are very interesting, each painting has a deep story, the world is actually quite crazy, quite chaotic, in fact, each of us understands the world through stories, we humans understand the world through newspapers, movies, and dramas, and painting is also a relatively old method, but this method is not as important as it used to be...."

"Well, preaching is better than storytelling....."

The Louvre itself is a vast history,

The two of them walked unhurriedly through the galleries of the Louvre, as if wandering in the vast, luxurious, and vast ruins, and the two of them watched and talked all the way from the art of ancient Greek mythology to the art of ancient Roman narratives and practical ideas, about art, about history, about these beautiful, mutilated, unfortunate and fortunate historical relics.

Cheng Mo has never felt that talking is such a relaxed and pleasant thing, he doesn't need to be afraid that Xie Minyun will think he is boring, nor does he need to worry about Xie Minyun being boring, he doesn't have to work hard to make Xie Minyun feel interesting, and he doesn't have to think about whether Xie Minyun is interesting or not, he doesn't have to care about these things when he is with her.

You don't have to put on a humorous face that you need to please others, and you don't have to be decent all the time, just be yourself.

She can understand.

The two of them forgot about other things and strolled to the third floor of the Richelieu Pavilion, where Cheng Mo wanted to see "Square A Cheatter", but unfortunately, the pavilion where "Square A Chearter" was stored was temporarily closed and not open.

Cheng Mo looked at the "closed" sign and the rope pulled horizontally, and said very regretfully: "Forget it." ”

Xie Minyun shook her head and told Cheng Mo to wait, wait for her to make a call, and then Xie Minyun walked aside, two or three minutes later, she returned to Cheng Mo, but she didn't say anything, just dragged Cheng Mo and waited at the door, and after a while, a staff member came and asked Xie Minyun if Xie Minyun was xie, and after getting a positive answer, the staff took Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun into the closed exhibition hall.

It just so happened that Tang Wenjun, Cheng Haoyang and Feng Leiting also walked to the third floor of the Richelieu Pavilion, and saw the backs of Xie Minyun and Cheng Mo from a distance, and several people also walked quickly to the front of the exhibition hall and were about to follow the two people in, but they were stopped outside by the staff in suits guarding the door.

"Why can they go in?" Tang Wenjun asked in his suffocating English.

The staff looked at Tang Wenjun and said expressionlessly: "Because they are the guests of Prince Napoleon....."

"Napoleon..... Prince?" Tang Wenjun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked again, "What does it have to do with that Napoleon?"

The staff gave Tang Wenjun a blank look and ignored Tang Wenjun's impolite questioning.

Tang Wenjun was dragged away from the entrance of the exhibition hall by Cheng Haoyang, who looked embarrassed, "Damn! Don't let you in, forget it, you're embarrassed to ask...."

Tang Wenjun looked at Cheng Haoyang with a shocked face and said, "Do you know what he said just now? Prince Napoleon, Prince Napoleon..... What is Xie Minyun's identity? Even Prince Napoleon knows him, and he ..... it."

"What Prince Napoleon, can't we go in?" Tu Huiqin asked, puzzled.

"Prince Napoleon must be a descendant of Napoleon.... We just visited Napoleon's living room..... "Tang Wenjun immediately fussed.

"What do you mean, I don't understand!" Tu Huiqin was a little confused.

Tang Wenjun said with dancing hands: "Just now I asked the staff why Xie Minyun and Cheng Mo could go in, and the staff replied that they were because they were guests of Prince Napoleon......"

A group of boys and girls were stunned, no one thought that one of them would have a relationship with the descendants of famous figures in history, it was simply incredible, too mysterious.

"Your brother seems to have a good relationship with Xie Minyun, do you know what Xie Minyun's identity is?" Feng Leiting turned her head and asked Cheng Haoyang.

Cheng Haoyang shook his head numbly, he couldn't understand his cousin at all, it seemed that there was a deviation from the cousin in his memory, and this deviation was not a little bit.....

Seeing that a group of people were still standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall and looking at something, and saying something in Chinese, the staff in black suits came over and said with a serious face: "Leave here and visit other places..."

(4,000 words are small and two more, and the number of words will be added tomorrow, mainly abridged a lot of descriptions of Xie Minyun's background, I really dare not step on the line, please forgive me)