Fox of France

As the sound of hooves got closer, a tall black thoroughbred appeared in their field of vision at the turn just now. Mary-Henry Bell recognized it at once as the thoroughbred he had just seen at the railway station.

Even when going around that bend, the horse's speed was not slow, and once it exited the bend, the horse immediately began to accelerate, and when it opened its eyes, it reached the obstacle like a black lightning. Then, without even needing the little rider on the horse to control it, the horse jumped up and cleared the high barrier with ease, as if it were just a small ridge.

In an instant, the horse and the thin rider on it were gone.

Mary-Henry Bell looked at the black horse and the thin knight on the horse, and sighed: "What a good horse! And that knight, his skill in controlling the horse, the combination of man and horse is very good when crossing obstacles! I think , he should be the favorite to win the championship."

"He?" said the staff member. "No, sir, you made a mistake. It's not him, it's her. It's a lady."

"A lady?" Mary-Henry Bell asked in surprise, "Could it be a foreign princess? Like Senesca from ancient Greece?"

"Foreign princess?" The staff member raised his eyebrows and said, "Which foreign country can have such a princess?"

Mary-Henry Bell froze for a moment, remembering the posture of the knight who just passed by when she was sitting on the horse-she was obviously using a man's saddle, and she also adopted a man's riding posture. In this era, even if the princess of any European royal family is good at equestrianism, she must be good at riding with women's saddles-no royal family will allow princesses to use men's saddles. Because they all felt that it would damage the shape of a woman's legs, and sitting astride was too unattractive in the eyes of the royal family, and it was full of unchaste taste. Although the so-called chastity is a joke among the European upper-class nobles today, the basic appearance still needs to be pretended. Even the girls at the Moulin Rouge tend to look glamorous and noble, "to be seen from a distance but not to be played with".

"Ah, lady, is it ... 'Chrissy'?" Mary-Henry Bell asked.

"Chrissy" is the pseudonym Paulina used when publishing articles in newspapers, which is known to basically all the literary youths in France. And Polina is a person with a lot of news. Basically, she and a certain brother of his are the focus of newspapers such as "The Sun". Just reporting directly about Miss Paulina Bonaparte will easily shut down the newspaper for rectification, (Napoleon is worried that his mother will accidentally read these news), so when everyone reports news related to her, they also all Habitually use the name "Kris" instead of "Polaina". So in this way, not only young artists, but even those old-fashioned conservatives know who "Kris" is.

It is also interesting to talk about the attitude of those aristocratic, prudish old-school conservatives towards the three main newspapers in Paris. Except for a very few people among them, basically do not read "Scientific Pravda", half of them are willing to read "Kommersant", and almost all of them read "The Sun", which is recognized as the most vulgar.

"Yes, it is Ms. Chris." The staff member nodded, "It is said that she is the only female athlete in this Olympic Games."

"Miss Chrissy's equestrian skills are really, really great!" Mary-Henry Bell exclaimed, "Even men, few can compare with her. When you see her go over this obstacle, she is so smooth." It slips like, like silk."

The fact that Paulina was married was not kept secret, and almost all the tabloids in France reported it. But the French youths still prefer to call her "Miss Chris" rather than "Ms. Kris", let alone "Mrs. Berdon".

"Ms. Chris has been training here for more than a month...but her skills are indeed very good." The staff member replied.

"Training for more than a month? How much does it cost?" Mary-Henry Bell couldn't help thinking, "If her 'Chris \\ Chris costume' didn't make so much money, ordinary people would not be able to train like this. But the effect of this kind of training is really good, it seems that Miss Chris may really become the first female champion in the history of the modern Olympic Games."

Thinking of this, Mary-Henry Bell continued to follow the staff member. At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from behind.

"Another rich guy is training here? Actually, I really shouldn't participate in equestrian competitions. This kind of competition is completely a game for rich guys." Marie-Henry Bell turned his head and looked at the corner over there.

A man, on a gray Arabian horse, turned the corner reluctantly and came towards the barrier. However, in front of the obstacle, the horse stopped suddenly.

Caught off guard, the man on the horse rolled over from the horse with a somersault, landed on the track with his ass, and then let out a cry like a pig being killed.

At this time, several people rushed out from a small house not far away, and one of them was holding a rolled up stretcher in his hand. Obviously these people are specialized in this kind of thing.

"Do you need us to help?" Mary-Henry Bell asked. When he was in the cavalry company, during training, it was inevitable that some unlucky guys fell off their horses. Therefore, Mary-Henry Bell can really help, instead of going up to help.

"No, no need, we have professional personnel. If you don't have the qualifications of a doctor, if you go up and help out, it will be very troublesome if something happens." The staff member advised in this way.

Mary-Henry Bell knew he had a point, plus those guys were already running up there. He stopped going forward, but said to the staff member who was with him: "Do you know? In fact, I should thank that gentleman very much."

"Why? Do you know this gentleman?" asked the staff member.

"No, of course I don't know him," replied Mary-Henry Bell. "I have no chance of knowing such a rich man. But he did give me a huge help just now-he helped me resume playing. necessary confidence."