Versailles Wild Rose

Bondang immediately asked people to go down to check.

Louis said coldly: "I thought you knew everything."

"My negligence, Your Majesty." Bondang bowed slightly.

Louis snorted, "Go and see where Miss de Barberion is, and if she is still with Philip."

Abigail plays hoops with Philip.

The rules of the ring game are very simple and very interesting, and the focus is on the "unfathomable" "luck".

The prizes are all small items, probably because they feel that they are too big to be used, the value of the items is not very high, and they are all commonly used decorations in the palace, there are many substitutes, just for fun.

Philip was so fond of the game that he couldn't stop playing it for a long time, and even competed with Abigail, a big boy.Thinking that he is not yet 18 years old - his birthday at the end of September - I feel that his appearance is what a 9-year-old boy should look like: a bit silly, cute, and can play with anyone .

"Look, I'm sure I can do it this time!" Philip pointed to an Asian-style blue flower vase on the lawn. It is said that it was imported from the Ottoman Empire, and it is relatively rare in the Louvre.

Abigail clapped her hands, "You can do it!"

Philip smugly said, "Look!"

He held several rattan rings in his left hand and a rattan ring in his right hand, gesticulating and throwing out the rattan rings.

"Oh! It's no use! This rattan circle must be no good!" He threw away the rattan circle in his left hand angrily, "Let them make a few bigger rattan circles! This one is too small!"

Abigail suppressed a smile, and waved to the head gardener, "Go and make some bigger vine circles, this big." She held out her hand to demonstrate.The head gardener took his orders.

"Let's go play something else. Do you have any other ideas?" Philip took Abigail's arm.

"Not for now. Oh, will there be a puppet show at the fair?"

"Yes, but I don't know where they perform."

"Let's go find it." Abigail stopped abruptly: she almost ran into someone.

Louis asked very kindly: "Where do you want to go?"

"Go to the puppet show. Are you up too?" Philip immediately answered.

"Children only go to the puppet show."

"Let me think about when was the last time you saw a puppet show—" Philip recalled pretendingly, as if he suddenly remembered, "Ah! It seems to be last month!"

Louis glared at him angrily: "I am the king, I can watch the puppet show whenever I want."

Abigail wanted to help her forehead: These two brothers!

Philip relented. "You're right. But I just want to go to the puppet show with Abby."

"No. You can find Henrietta, she always runs around, you go and watch her, don't let her do something stupid in a daze." Louis sent Philip away.

"Would you like to go to a puppet show?"

"Whatever." She stepped back.

Louis took a step back and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, "You look beautiful in this necklace."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"You forgot again, call me by my name." He said surprisingly gently.

"Louis."

He was a little happy, and said with a smile: "This is very good, I like it very much."

Abigail lowered her head and smiled, "I heard that the Muncini sisters have returned to Paris."

"Who told you that?"

"People in the palace are talking. I heard that Bishop Mazarin wants them to attend your birthday party."

"It's up to him." Louis showed a trace of disgust on his face, "The country is his, Paris is his, he can do whatever he wants."

He is just a young man who is not yet 20 years old, and his facial expression management is not good enough.

"He's old and will die."

Louis snorted, "He better die soon."

"The people in the palace also say that the bishop is very rich."

"Oh, they're right, the bishop is much richer than I am the king. You see, I have to apply to him for funding even if I have a birthday party. I have no money of my own, Abby, and I am a real king. Pitiful!"

"It's nothing, just like the old king and Bishop Richelieu. When you are 20 years old, he should let you learn how to deal with government affairs. If he is a smart person, he should train you well, so that when he dies, You won't embarrass his family."

Louis looked at her, "You don't look like a girl who grew up in a country manor."

"My mother taught me a lot. Don't think that my mother didn't learn anything in the palace. My mother used to be your mother's most trusted maid. She is not an ordinary lady."

"Have I met the Countess Bablyon? Maybe I saw her when I was little."

"Not sure, mother hasn't left Rouen for many years."

"She died, didn't she?"

"Yes. Before she died, she asked me to come to Paris, to come to His Majesty."

Although they are all youry, Louis will never understand that he is addressing him.

"Where's your father?"

"He has a new wife."

Louis thought for a while, "I can give your father a new fief, or raise his title."

Abigail looked at him strangely, "Why?"

"Don't you like it? If your father is a duke, then you are the duke's daughter."

"Is it possible? I thought the duke's title was limited."

"If you want."

"Ask Bishop Mazarin first."

Louis seemed to have been poured cold water, "Damn it! Why can't I do anything I want?"

He angrily kicked the roses and irises in the flowerbed, kicking the stems and blades of grass everywhere, as if they represented Bishop Mazarin whom he hated.

After he vented wildly for a while, Abigail said: "Okay, okay, think about it, he is already a half-dead stinky old man, and you are still a young man, he will not live long, he will definitely die sooner Good morning, then you will be the real king."

He snorted.

Abigail thought about it, and felt that something was wrong, "I didn't understand why the bishop didn't let you marry Marie de Mancini?"

"I can only marry a princess."

"But if his niece becomes the queen, wouldn't he be able to control you better?"

Louis shook his head, "He's not that stupid. The marriages of royal family members have always been—" He stopped before finishing his sentence.

Abigail automatically completed what he didn't finish: the marriage of royal family members is not autonomous, the country must be the priority, France needs a strong ally, so the Bishop of Mazarin wants him to marry the Spanish princess, Philip married the British princess .

Poor!

The king's marriage is not independent, and for the legal heir, he can't even make love with anyone, it's so pitiful!

I feel a little sympathetic when I think about it, but I also find it funny.

"What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm the most pitiful king in the world?" He said angrily.

"You are very pitiful, but now I suddenly think you are a little cute."

He blushed, turned away from her, and whispered, "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm the king!"

Henrietta emerged out of nowhere, holding a ribbon with a rather large pink gemstone underneath it. "Look, Louie! I found the unicorn!"

She was followed by Raoul de Blageronne, who looked embarrassed with a pink pet pig in his arms.

"His Majesty."

"Viscount de Blagelona." Louis said solemnly: "I remember that you are Uncle Wang's attendant."

"Yes, Sire, I was recently transferred to Paris."

"Which army is it?" Louis looked at Raoul's blue uniform, which was the uniform of the Royal Guard.

"The Royal Guard."

"Your father is—"

"Father, Count de Raphael, he was once the captain of the musketeers of the late king, and the late king called him 'Athos'."

"Athos! I remember him. He was the captain of the Fusiliers in the first few years of my reign. Why, did you not apply for the Fusiliers? Captain d'Artagnan is your father's friend, as long as he With your application approved, you can join the fire-gun team."

Raoul bowed slightly, "My qualifications are not enough to enter the musketeer team."

Louis smiled lightly, "Okay, put that poor little guy down. Viscount de Blageronne, go find the princess's maid and ask her to come and take the princess to freshen up. Look at the sweat on her forehead!"