Versailles Wild Rose

Oh, come to think of it, Louie really never scolded him for this, at most he scolded him for spending too much money and throwing too many parties.

Hee hee, he is the elder brother, of course the elder brother has to pay for the younger brother

Philip has no psychological burden at all.

The Spanish mission leaves Paris on the second Monday in January.The return trip is from the land, all the way south, to the Bordeaux area, and then take a boat from the port city of the Bay of Biscay, back to the port city of Spain.

The Marquis of Elvira once again tried to persuade Adrian to give up his study plan to Notre Dame, but was rejected again.

"Father, I have resolved to serve God."

The Marquis resisted the urge to whip the little bastard, "You have to think about your responsibilities."

"You still have time to have another son."

The Marquis felt that it would be better to beat him first before talking.

It's nerve-wracking, how can I take him back?

He smiled wryly, "I thought letting you come to Paris with me would make you understand your responsibility to the family, but" he shook his head, "I often wonder what happened to you, is it because of your mother or?"

Adrian pursed his lips stubbornly, "You always mention her, I have never seen her, I don't have a deep feeling for her, it's better to be close to my aunt."

"Your mother is a very good woman, very gentle. If you grew up around her, you would have a different temperament now."

"What's so good about her is that she is always missed by you because she is dead. If she was alive, she might have been pissed off by you a long time ago. I don't think my aunt's life is very happy, it might as well be worse" Adrian suddenly After thinking about it, he hates Abigail. He hates that she should be miserable, but she lives happily. can be happy

The Marquis waited for a long time, and found that his son had lost his mind, so he had to leave in resentment.

Adrian fell into bed in a daze, dazed, God I hate her I hate her

Tears welled up in his eyes and wet the sheets.

His mother was younger than Abigail when she got married, and died of puerperal fever within a few days after giving birth. She hadn't lived to be 17 in her short life. He is 17 now, and his mother has not lived to his age. Age is dead, he thought Abigail was so young, she was pregnant, god would she die having a baby too

He burst into tears, feeling sad, afraid, even horrified by the possibility of a dire future.

My mother left an unremarkable portrait, which hangs in the family portrait room of the castle at home. When she married, her father was not a marquis, but a small viscount. After his grandfather became a duke, his father became a marquis; It was the "Viscountess", the young Viscountess, the youngest in the portrait room, except for some children who had died young.

At what age did my aunt marry? My grandfather asked my aunt to marry after she was 20 years old. My aunt was 6 years younger than my mother, and he was 10 years old that year.My aunt is in good health, and she gave birth to three younger sisters in a row, all of whom survived.

But father, he knew from a very young age that his father had mistresses, not just one, and he had several half-brothers, and I heard that there were two half-brothers who were a few years older than him, but illegitimate children are illegitimate children, and they will never be married in this life. I want to have something to do with him.

look, this is reality

Philip took off his coat and threw it to the servant, "Get the wine quickly"

Another servant immediately poured the wine and presented it to him on a silver tray.

He picked up the wine glass and drank most of it in one breath, "Where is Brother Wang?"

"Your Majesty is in the bedroom."

He nodded, dropped his wine glass, and ran upstairs.

Louis was in the small anteroom, sitting on the king's chair placed in the center of the anteroom, posing for a portrait by the court painter.

"Brother Wang."

"You're back. How's it going? Is there anything wrong?"

"No, they set off on time." His Royal Highness sent off the Spanish envoys for their return journey.

"Finally gone." Lu Yi expressed his joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Is the agreement signed?"

"No, it's just a draft, and the bishop will continue to negotiate on the basis of the draft."

"It's so troublesome." Philip said it was too annoying. "I don't want to deal with these problems. It's so annoying. Where's Abigail?"

"Upstairs. The Dutch painter is painting her."

"I want to draw a portrait too." He said hastily.

Louis waved his hand, "Whatever you want." Anyway, he was the one who paid the bill, and it was routine for members of the royal family to paint one or two official portraits every year, even for the Queen Mother and princesses who had "temporarily lived" for more than ten years.

Philip went upstairs.

Abigail is also sitting in her exclusive chair, posing for a pose, and the Dutch artist is drawing for her, and has just made a charcoal sketch.

Philip didn't know painting, but there were so many works of painters of past dynasties in the palace, and the appreciation level was still very high. At least it can be seen that Rembrandt's painting skills are very good.

"I'm tired, let's stop here today." Seeing him coming, Abigail stood up.

Rembrandt put away his brush, "Yes, ma'am."

A 123-year-old boy walked over from the wall with his head down, and put away his drawing board and easel.It was Rembrandt's apprentice.

"Claire, bring a plate of snacks to little Charlie."

The boy blushed quickly, "Thank you Ma'am."

"I want to have a snack too." Philip said with a smile when Rembrandt left.

"What did you do today"

"To send the embassy out of Paris."

"Finally gone."

"Let's go at last." Philip sat on her chair. "This chair is really nice. Are you tired and want to sleep?"

Abigail glanced at him, "Don't sleep. What do you want?"

"I want to fuck you."

"Louis is downstairs."

"So what, we can keep quiet."

"I get tired easily now." The problem with the twins is that their abdominal girth has increased too fast. Now they are already carrying half a watermelon. When they are about to give birth, they will be carrying a whole watermelon.

Scared to think about it.

"You can lie down, don't move, I'll do it."

This is also a dog man.

"Go away."

"Oh, you'd better give birth to them quickly." He said sullenly, "I don't like them at all now."

He didn't know what to think in a mess, and after a while, he asked, "If Henrietta is pregnant with my child, will she be like you?"

"She's still too young. Besides, Louis hasn't decided on your marriage yet. Don't touch her now."

"I know. Why hasn't Charles returned to London?"

"I don't know about this kind of thing, ask Louis." It's nothing, Philip's temperament is like this, if he is asked to choose among several possible candidates, he will definitely choose the one he is more familiar with, Henrietta has always been The best candidate for him.The two belonged to "childhood sweethearts", and Henrietta grew up gradually. In fact, the two of them are now a little closer to their lovers, and they can kiss secretly, but they dare not kiss in front of the Queen Mother Maria.

Abigail thought that if Henrietta and Louis had some indescribable relationship in the future, the relationship between the four of them would be a little too close.

It seems that there is nothing impossible. Henrietta is indeed beautiful. She is still young now, and she will grow up in a few years, and she will see Louis every day. It seems that it is not strange that Louis will be attracted to her.She has always liked Lu Yi better, but Lu Yi has no integrity, and such things as sleeping with his sister-in-law are not worth mentioning to him.

"Henrietta likes you very much. After I marry her in the future, she won't object to us being together. How wonderful it is." Philip was already dreaming. "Tell me, will she agree with the three of us?"

uh, the dog man

"can you"

"Of course I can." Philip puffed out his chest proudly, "I even made you pregnant."

呸

Louie went upstairs.

Abigail was taking a nap, and Philip was slumbering at the end of the bed with his legs resting on the changing stool.

He shook his head with a headache.

The younger brother is a cub who can't be controlled by anyone, and he doesn't even listen to what he says. He can't beat his younger brother every time, right?

He thought Philip had to leave Paris temporarily, preferably before Abigail gave birth.

By the way, or let him go to Orleans and stay at their good uncle's house for half a year

Good idea Gaston can't have a legitimate son now, the future heir must be Philip, and he has no intention of treason now, treat Philip better, Philip has a gentle temper, and he will definitely treat his wife well And the daughters, the dowry of the cousins ​​will not be missing in the future.

Otherwise, Philip could just give his cousins ​​a pitiful dowry without anyone to support them.The Duchess can only take away her own money and dowry. Most of the property belongs to Philip. The money is right. This is indeed a problem. Philip has to find out how much cash Gaston has. Tens of millions of cash.

This is the most important thing and an excellent reason. Didn't he still complain about being poor a few days ago?

He woke Philip quietly and motioned him to go out.

Philip was not very happy, muttering, "I didn't do anything, just sleep with her for a while."

Louis closed the bedroom door. "I just remembered that you should go and see our good uncle."

"Hmm." Philip was taken aback, "What's wrong with him?"

"No." Louis smiled, "but you can't check the accounts until he is dying of illness. It's not about checking the accounts, just look at his annual income, calculate how much cash deposit he should have, and don't give the Duchess all the money. If you take it away, you will only get the fiefdom, but no money."

"Ah, you're absolutely right." Philip immediately understood, "But when should I go, I'll just say to visit him."

The author has something to say that Rembrandt asked for 1000 livres, that is, 1000 francs. The purchasing power of francs was very strong at that time, and the prices of paintings were not high before the end of the 19th century. Impressionists could sell an oil painting for 19 francs at the end of the 1th century. Even at the high price at the time.Rembrandt is also very prolific. Another meaning of high production is that the price is cheap, and he has to pile up the quantity to make more money. ,,