"I thought you were being hunted down and wanted to take refuge with me." Joseph smiled, "But you came just in time to have dinner together."

He led Amand in, then turned to the maid who was busy in another room and shouted, "Aunt Sophie, go get my friend a set of cutlery."

After he finished speaking, he sat down, looked at Amand, and said, "Why, what kind of high-end invitation did you get, asking me to come and cheer for you?"

"I did get a special invitation - to perform at the Royal Palace." Amand boasted proudly.

"Ah, now you are really famous." Joseph laughed.

Sophie had already brought up the cutlery.

"Aunt Sophie, please take out the bottle of brandy in my cabinet. I want to have a drink with Amand to celebrate." Joseph said happily.

"Yeah," Sophie responded and turned around.

"But Amand, I may not be able to go to your performance this time," Joseph said with a regretful look. Now the outbreak of the Great Revolution is just around the corner. Although Joseph learned the history of his previous life from a physical education teacher, he also knew that for a period of time after the Great Revolution, until his cheap brother Napoleon entered the political arena, the political situation in France was "Let's sing you, let me go on stage." Today, the nobility and the royalists are put on the streetlight, tomorrow the profiteer and the traitor are put on the streetlight, and the day after tomorrow, it will be the turn of the sans-culottes and the hooligans. . . . . . In short, during this period of time, the political changes were too drastic and dangerous, and Joseph felt that it was best to keep a certain distance from those politicians.

"No no no, Joseph, you got it wrong," Amand said. "I said invitations, not invitations to this show. I know you're busy, and this isn't the premiere, so I'm not planning to do it again. I have invited so many friends."

"Then what's the invitation letter you're talking about?" Joseph had a bad premonition.

"It's an invitation from a club," Amand said, taking out the invitation from his side and handing it over.

Joseph took the letter and glanced first at the envelope, which read: "Mr. Joseph Bonaparte personally." Famous in cursive script

Joseph didn't have time to figure out who it was, and Aunt Sophie had already brought the bottle of brandy.

"Thank you, Aunt Sophie." Amand took the bottle and poured a glass for himself, and half a glass for Joseph.

"Maximilian Francois Marie Isidore de Robespierre...Robespierre!" Joseph finally understood the last of the long list of names That surname made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Yes, representative of Robespierre. The incorruptible." Amand replied while drinking.

Joseph lowered his head, took out the letter from the envelope, looked, and at the same time used this to hide his panic.

"What, Joseph?" Amand noticed something wrong with Joseph, and said, "If you're too busy with something, you don't have to go. Anyway, it's just an invitation from a club, what's the problem?"

"Who wants to go!" thought Joseph. He knew that at this time, he didn't go because he was "busy with scientific research", and probably Robespierre would not be too angry. But now Robespierre is not angry, but that does not mean that Robespierre will not be angry in the future.

Now Robespierre is not angry, that is because his status is not higher than Joseph's, and he cannot treat Joseph. But in the future, when the wealthy city is under his feet and the mighty country is in his hands when he can guillotine anyone who has offended him with just one word, he will think about it again. At that time, will it be so tolerant? In this regard, Joseph is not sure at all. Because that is the legendary "Murder King" Robespierre!

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However, this invitation is to invite him to join the "Britannia Club", it seems that it is not the "Jacobin Club". {Joseph's history was taught by a physical education teacher, so he had no idea that the "Britannia Club" was the predecessor of the "Jacobin Club". } Joining it shouldn't be such a big deal. Besides, not everyone who joined the Jacobin Club was guillotined. But if you are hated by the "Great Demon King", and you don't want to go to the guillotine, the chances are much smaller.

"There is always time to participate." Joseph raised his head and said, "Of course, after all, I am different from those representatives, and it is unlikely that I will participate in their every jíhuì."

"Of course, this is not a problem at all," Amand said, looking at his expression, he didn't understand how much trouble he had caused Joseph.

"Well, I am very honored to receive this invitation," Joseph said.

"So let's have a drink?" Amand never misses the opportunity to drink with others.

"Okay." Joseph put on a smile and raised his glass. . . . . .

After sending Amand away, Joseph couldn't help but scolded: "Fuck!" This classmate is really capable of causing trouble, and now he has provoked the big devil, this is true. . . . . .

But now scolding people can't solve the problem. So Joseph can only calm himself down first and then think carefully about how he should deal with it.

. . . . . .

Soon it was the appointed time on the invitation letter. Joseph changed his clothes, got on a chaise, and left Paris to the Royal Tennis Court near Versailles. It was here that the Constitutional Convention met, and the "Friends of Constitutionalism Club" now uses a hall in the Royal Tennis Court as their venue.

Joseph got out of the carriage outside the gate of the Wang Family Tennis Court and handed the invitation to the gatekeeper. After a while, he saw a neatly dressed young man approaching.

"Is it M. Bonaparte? I'm Robespierre, the representative of the Constituent Assembly." The young man extended his hand to Joseph.

"Nice to have your invitation," replied Joseph.

Robespierre took Joseph into the Royal Tennis Court. As he walked, he also introduced Joseph to the surrounding buildings.

When the two entered the event hall of the "Friends of Constitutionalism Club", the hall was already full of people. Robespierre chatted with other people from time to time and introduced Joseph to those friends. His face was full of smiles, and he could not see the imposing manner of the "big devil" at all.

"Hey, Bonaparte, I didn't expect to see you here." Just as Joseph was talking with Robespierre and his friend, a voice came over.

Joseph turned his head and saw that the Duke of Orleans was striding over.

"His Royal Highness, I didn't expect you to be here too?" Joseph said while bending over to salute.

"Don't be so polite, we are old friends." The Duke of Orleans patted him on the shoulder affectionately. , I'm also a constitutionalist and a member of the Brittany Club."

Indeed, such great nobles as the Duke of Orleans and the Marquis of Lafayette were all members of the Brittany Club, and even once were the leaders of this club.

In fact, in the original history, the Brittany Club, which later became the Jacobin Club, turned into a radical leftist organization, and that would have to wait until the trial of Louis XVI. Because of the different attitudes towards the king, the Jacobin Club was divided. In the election of the club, Robespierre, who advocated the execution of the king, was elected as the chairman, while a group of people who advocated the protection of the king was elected as the chairman. The Marquis de Lafayette left the club, and the Jacobin Club has since become a radical leftist organization. The Duke of Orleans remained in the Jacobin Club, hoping to use the power of the Jacobins to kill Louis XVI so that he could become the king of France. As a result, stealing chickens was not a loss of rice, instead, put himself on the guillotine.

"Bonaparte, let me introduce you to a friend. In fact, he has long wanted to know you," said the Duke of Orleans.

Then he looked to the left and right and then said to a servant who was following him, go there and call Gilbert.

The servant went to the left. Joseph followed him with his eyes and saw a tall middle-aged man in a wig talking to others there. The servant walked over, and when the man finished talking, he whispered something to him. Then Joseph saw the man raise his head and looked this way. He obviously noticed Joseph too, smiled at him, and strode over.

"Gilbert, I've come to introduce you to a friend," said the Duke of Orleans. "This is our genius scientist Bonaparte, um, with the same name as me, Joseph Bonaparte. The one who accurately measured the speed of light. that."

Then he turned around and introduced the tall middle-aged man in front of him to Joseph: "This is the Marquis of Lafayette, the hero of North American independence."

This person, Joseph knows a little, this is due to the fact that in the forums of later generations, someone asked how to treat the emperor and said that if there is no Amei, you see, the French will all speak German? Someone replied: "If it wasn't for the fact that King Louis had not sold his head to the United States and sent the French team led by Lafayette, Washington would have been hanged by the British for treason long ago - of course, the Emperor of God still speaks English. , but his title is going to be changed from grand commander to governor." Then some good people added the title of "Father of the United States" to Louis XVI.

After this era, Joseph knew even more, because Lafayette was one of the few generals in France who won the war against Britain, and he had high prestige in the army. So he saluted the Marquis of Lafayette and said, "It is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency."