Versailles Wild Rose

"In that case, take this marriage as your test. I want Abigail to marry, but I don't want her husband to sleep with her. After you get married, she will still live in the palace, and I will Get her a new place to live, just above mine. You are her husband, but only her husband. Your job is the same, everything is the same, but there is an extra wife." He There was a faint mockery on his face, "Now, you can step back."

D'Artagnan paled, "Your Majesty"

Louis has turned his face away and told Bangtang, "When the lady comes back, please ask her to come over."

Abigail remains at the Royal Palace.

I slept for two hours and didn't wake up until evening.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a small face of a girl in front of him.

"Your Highness." It was Princess Henrietta.

Henrietta smiled triumphantly, "Reinho is so pitiful, he can't leave the room. Hey, get up quickly and eat with me."

"Didn't you have dinner with the big princess and the little princesses?"

"I've been eating with them every day these days, but I haven't eaten with you yet. Or I'll ask a servant to bring our dinner and let Renio eat with us."

Renio, who was standing by the bed, smiled, "Your Highness, don't stay in my room for too long."

"Hey" Henrietta sighed, "Get up quickly, I'll wait for you in the restaurant, come quickly"

Henrietta ran out like the wind.

Abigail stroked her forehead, coquettishly, "My head hurts."

"It's because you didn't sleep enough." He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her softly, "Do you want to stay at night?"

"No, I'll be back after dinner. Louie is going crazy, don't let him add years to you."

He sighed, "It's too bad but you are the woman the king wants to sleep with, so you are even more charming."

He lifted the duvet, "Remember my caress, remember how you felt, and put my seeds in your body. Write me, and I'll have a painter come to Paris to paint your portrait, you Would you like someone to draw yours for you?"

She closed her eyes, lost in thought, "If it's a good painter, I don't think I mind."

He was very satisfied, "After the painting is finished, I will send someone to pick it up. I want to hang your painting in my bedroom, looking at you every day, reminiscing about last night and today. I believe you will never experience more than me. A better man who can satisfy you more. Abby, in the future, you will give me a son. Say, your child will be mine."

"My child will be yours." Her voice was thin and her breath was disordered.

"You're so good." He kissed her tenderly.

Abigail did not return to the Louvre until after 9 p.m.

Before she reached her room, a servant hurriedly stopped her and asked her to see the king.

She wondered if Louis would go on a rampage again. Running around all day is not good for the heart.

But there is nothing to be afraid of, Louis will not exile her, right?

When she arrived at Louis' bedroom, Louis was not there, and Bangtang gave her a piece of paper with the addresses of several properties written on it.

"Your Majesty ordered to find a house for you. These are the few houses I found in the past few days. If you have time, you can go and have a look with Viscount De Umbreda."

She nodded, took the list, and glanced at the location. It was very good, whether it was on the Champs-Elysées or near it, it was a good location.

"What about Your Majesty?"

Bontang looked calm, "Your Majesty is in Miss de la Vallière's room."

Hey, this guy looks all right.

"Tell Your Majesty that I have been here, I don't have time to wait for him, if he must see me today, let him go to my room."

She left quickly.

Joke, keep her here waiting for him to get off another woman's belly

He could break into her room and accuse her of scolding her for scaring her, but she couldn't do the same thing. It was already aggrieved enough. For her physical and mental health, she decided not to embarrass herself.

Back in the room, Marie said that Captain D'Artagnan had come and left her a letter; the Viscount de Umbreda had come and asked her to write a note and send it to him when she returned; Count Lyon had come and said he wanted to see her tomorrow morning and asked her to wait in his room.

Abigail wrote a note to Claude first and sent Mary to deliver it.

Then d'Artagnan's letter was opened.

"My dear miss

I'm very apprehensive, you actually have a crush on me, an old man who is about to be buried in the ground, I am not qualified to be worthy of a lovely and beautiful girl like you, you are as delicate as a rose, you are angry with Your Majesty, and I suddenly And there is a wife.

Please forgive me that I am too busy to meet you today, I think I can accept you as my wife, and I also need a house that belongs to me and you, so I am busy looking for a house today.Don't worry, it's just a place I prepared for you to rest outside the palace, I don't live there.

Besides, I went to see your father, the count was very happy, but he asked me for half a million livres.Gosh I think he must be in big trouble.

Your c d'Artagnan. "

The letter is written in a very simple way, showing that the writer's cultural accomplishment is not high, but there are no misspelled words, which shows that the foundation is not bad and he has received a certain degree of education.

Well, in fact, it was a bit of bullying d'Artagnan, a good man, but to be honest, she didn't expect Louis to agree in a fit of anger.

She wrote another note to d'Artagnan, and put it aside, waiting for Marie to come back when she returned.D'Artagnan lives in the officer's dormitory on the flank. To be honest, an officer of his level should have his own house outside the palace. It is very strange that he has never had one.

Only then did she suddenly realize that I was really going to get married.

Louis didn't come to see her at night, so she got up early the next morning and went out of the Champs-Elysees Avenue with Claude. After looking at the houses, they were all good, so she chose the largest house to take A very cute little garden immediately paid the deposit.

Claude brought the servant along, so he asked the servant to tidy up the room and buy the necessary items.

"I'll send someone to bring you money later, and you can live here tonight. The house in the palace is too small, it's really uncomfortable to live in."

"Where do you want to live, I will leave the master bedroom to you."

She wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, she agreed.

The house is big enough, with 5 bedrooms, even if Rosalina moves with her children, it will be enough to live there.The bedroom was assigned with great interest, and she lived in the largest one. Claude meant that if she needed to receive the king brothers, she would not let them live in a pitifully small bedroom.

Claude lived in the second bedroom, on the other side of the master bedroom, far away.

Rosalina's bedroom was downstairs, as was the children's room.

Neither sibling mentioned where their father was supposed to live.

"Did you tell your father that you want him to go home early?"

Claude smiled bitterly, "I've already told him, but he owes so much money, I'm afraid he won't leave if he can't get the money. Besides, you're getting married again."

"He asked the captain for 50 livres, but the captain didn't have the money."

Claude was surprised, "God, how dare he speak?"

"Do you know what the benefits of being married are?"

"what is"

"My husband's money is now my money. I don't want my father to take away 100 million so easily. I really don't have 100 million. Who owes him what he owes?"

"Losing at poker."

"Ah" This is not unexpected at all. "However, how dare he lose so much money? Even if he sells his family's manor and fields, he can't make it up."

Claude was extremely impatient, "I don't know. I'm really going to be driven to death by him. I can't pay back the 100 million even if I've been a guard for 50 years."

"I don't understand. Although he usually spends money recklessly, he has never been so stupid. I seriously suspect that someone set up a trap to cause him to lose money. You should ask who the other party is, and then go find out who did it. What."

He nodded distractedly, "I think so."

"What about my dowry? Am I going to have no dowry?" She sighed.

"I'll give you 5 livres, plus the [-] you put in my place. Father will definitely not give you a penny. You only have this [-]." He smiled wryly. Is there only such a little dowry for a girl to get married?”

"The captain probably won't mind how much dowry I have." She said with a smile.

Claude also laughed, "I heard that the captain doesn't care much about money. His allowance is often put into the barracks, so that the musketeers can eat better, or have money to buy a fancy uniform."

Hearing these words, Abigail also frowned, "I didn't expect my husband to be a glorious Communist Party member."

"What did you say"

"Oh, nothing." She said quickly.

Captain d'Artagnan, it seemed, was a fool, but he must have had a good opinion among the Musketeers, a rare and secure position.Because the Musketeers are a team directly affiliated to the King, they can be said to be the elite of the elite.

Actually, Louis was right.An officer of the king's most trusted army, a middle-ranking nobleman, has no wife, and is still buying people's hearts in the king's army, which is problematic at first glance.

On the way back to the palace, they met Captain D'Artagnan who was also about to return to the palace.

"Madame." D'Artagnan rode to the window of the carriage.

Abigail opened the car window. "Captain d'Artagnan."

"Where are you going?"

"I went to see the house, Claude's house. Are you going to see the house too?"

"Yes. I see a very nice house, do you have time to take a look?"

"I won't go today. I'm very tired and want to go back to rest early. How is your talk with my father?"

D'Artagnan also frowned, "I'm stuck on the money."

The author has something to say that the name of D'Artagnan should not be written in the original book. D'Artagnan's prototype character is named Charlie, that is, Chare, so let's use chare here.If there is a mistake, I will correct it later.

All people have no integrity, and all people can't talk about "love". At present, only the brother-sister relationship between the three brothers and sisters of Claude, Rosalina and Abigail, and the brotherhood of two pairs of Louis Philippe.The relationship between other men and women is uncertain.

Today I would like to solemnly recommend a social science book, History of European Weathering, authored by Edward Fuchs Germany.This book starts with Louis XIV as a textbook. The whole book is full of irony and criticism from the beginning to the end. Control is over-consumed poetry painting clothing high heels, also said a lot of details.

I am so tired, I will talk about how women's "sexual rights" and "sexual consciousness" are suppressed when I have time later. ,,