Versailles Wild Rose

The girl on the same boat tried to turn the bow of the boat, but she didn't know how to paddle the oars in reverse, making the boat spin wildly.

Abigail looked out, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Aramis had a headache, "Ma'am, you have made me miserable."

"I haven't done anything yet."

"I am a man, people will not say anything about me. But you are already someone else's wife, or the mistress of the king, you are not afraid of His Majesty's wrath"

"Louis won't get angry because of something I didn't do." She held the light gauze curtain in her hand, "You should think about it carefully, how to explain to him."

Aramis was dazed, this young lady is so bad

The king didn't like his mistress to gossip with other men, and his previous treatment of his mistress' fiancé usually sent them to the battlefield, or transferred them to the far south.The reason why Lavul was let go was not because of Earl De La Ferrell's credit, but because he possessed Christine for too short a time, and because he wanted to make Abigail jealous, and he had no interest in Christine. Take it to heart.

Thinking about it this way, the king really spent a lot of thought in order to get Abigail, and he became even more absolutely exclusive to her, not allowing others to covet her.Except maybe his brother.

In other words, he was going to be unlucky.

A witch, definitely only a witch can do it.

"Ma'am, you just want to see me in a panic. Now that you see it, are you satisfied?"

She smiled and said, "Not satisfied, you are not panicked."

He said solemnly, "I'm already terrified, you can just do it, don't bother with me, okay?"

"No." She quickly sternly said, "You are inexplicably talking about the responsibility of a wife, saying that a woman should stay at home and obey her husband. I don't like these words. If you make me unhappy, I will let you Not happy."

She stood up, "Okay, I'm leaving, as for you, you can only leave after dark"

"Ma'am, I get hungry and thirsty and pee."

Abigail showed disgust, "Look at you, you are still a priest, well, you and I will send someone to watch over you, you must stand here for two hours, not allowed to sit down, not allowed to pee in the pond. If my mood changes Well, I will spare you. Or, you can tell me now what you did a few days ago. "

Aramis pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Don't tell me, do you?" She approached him, "As long as I say a word to Louis, he will be very angry and stab you with a sword a dozen times, no, dozens of times."

He still didn't say a word.

From nowhere, Abigail pulled out a dagger with a jeweled hilt and quickly stabbed her.

Aramis was startled, and quickly reached out to grab her wrist, and twisted it casually. She was so painful that she couldn't hold the dagger, and when she let go of her fingers, the dagger fell to the ground.

"It hurts so much." Tears welled up in her eyes, and a trace of pain flashed across her crystal clear face. "Why are you so cruel? If something is too important to let me know that Louis will definitely not say anything, can't you tell me secretly?"

She is beautiful, and her crying face is also beautiful, and it is very distressing.Even though he felt that he was old enough to be her father, he still couldn't help feeling sorry for her, and reached out to wipe the tears off her face.

"Don't cry, my dear lady," he said softly.

She rubbed her wrist, raised her eyes pitifully, and said softly, "It hurts a lot"

All he can say is "sorry"

"My mother said that it won't hurt if I blow it."

She raised her wrist in front of him, and he couldn't help but grab her wrist, carefully put it on his lips, and kissed her wrist.

Then came the palm fingertips of her tiny palms.

Delicate girl's skin, with a faint aroma of rose and citrus.

The girl's soft voice rang in his ears, "Aramis, can you be my knight?"

Aramis stood in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, watching Abigail in the white swan boat gradually go away.

He smiled wryly, thinking how a girl of this age could be so cunning and difficult to refuse.Although he still kept the secret, maybe he won't be able to insist next time.

Walking up and down in the small pavilion, he thought now of the young lady, now of the young king, and now of the dangerous prisoner who remained at the castle of Versailles.

Finally, he thought of Anna of Austria in the Louvre.

Abigail's curiosity might get her killed, and maybe the king really trusted her.No, no, Louis would never trust her.In fact, only 4 people knew about this secret, the queen mother, the king blacksmith, but the blacksmith had never seen the king, so he didn't know that the face under the mask looked exactly like the king.

For the man in the iron mask, he has his own plan, and this plan cannot be completed by himself.

He wondered if he could find a reliable ally in the court, someone who would be wise and cunning enough for the king to trust and understand his plans.

The girls unanimously decided that pretending not to see Madame de Provence and a priest secretly meeting at the Pavilion of the Lake did not seem to be considered "sneaky", but in short, it was not suitable for a king's mistress to have a private meeting with anyone, even if it was a priest.

But the problem is that you have to know the unspoken rules of living safely in the palace. You can talk about other people's gossip and scandals casually, but you can't talk casually about the king's mistress.The king might hate the treacherous woman, but he was more likely to get angry and drive the talkative guy out of the palace.

Nobody wants to be the one delivering bad news.

When Athena learned that these girls were so timid, she laughed at them in her heart.

"Your Majesty should know about this," she said to her brother Victor. "I can't believe that woman dared to lie to His Majesty so boldly."

Victor frowned, "She is indeed shameless, but you can't talk about this matter. His Majesty may punish his wife, but he may hate you. You don't understand what we men think."

"I know." She raised her face, "You will think that my failure cannot be known to others. In order not to remember this matter, I must drive away that talkative person. Is that so, brother?"

"Yes. You are very smart, don't do stupid things, don't let His Majesty hate you before he loves you."

She wrung the handkerchief vigorously, very unconvinced, "She will always be exposed."

"Smart girls should make good use of this matter and let His Majesty find out that it will cause him more pain than you tell him."

"At that time, I will comfort him by His Majesty's side." Athena smiled charmingly.

Bontemps actually knew about it that afternoon, but he chose not to say it.His Majesty is in a good mood, there is no need to say such things that would make him angry.He was going to observe carefully, if his wife simply met with the priest privately, it would not be a big deal.

He thinks that His Majesty is quite handsome, and is very generous to his wife. Aramis is old, even if he is a handsome old man, he is still an old man. It is impossible for him to please his wife more like a young king, etc. Why should he worry? It's impossible for Madam not to like His Majesty, okay?

He laughed at himself for thinking too much.

The madam was also very happy in Fontainebleau. If you don't say it, who would know that the madam is a married woman? The madam is having fun and laughing with His Majesty. Just looking at it can make people feel happy.

After all, who doesn't love beautiful people

"Louie" Abigail sprinted down the steps.

Louis hurriedly dismounted, went up to meet her, and hugged her, "Be careful not to fall."

"I miss you again, you came back half an hour later today than yesterday."

"Oh, I forgot the time." He wore black lambskin gloves on his hands, held her hand, and kissed her fingers. There were two ruby ​​rings on his white fingers, which matched her snow-white skin.

"What game did you hunt today?"

"Antelope forest deer, rabbits. It's a pity that there are no large wild animals in this area."

"Are you having fun?" she asked with a smile.

Claude walked up the steps, "What did you play today?"

"Going boating. But maybe I'm tired of rowing, can I invite some girls from the nearby villages to play tomorrow?" she asked Louis.

"Let Bontang do it." It's a trifle.

"I want to treat them to some food that they haven't eaten at home."

"You can do whatever you want." He took her hand, led her up the steps, and approached the main hall, "I'm a little tired, you can rest with me for a while."

"Do you want to take a bath? I asked the servant to boil hot water. Everything here is good, but there is no bathtub, and it is still a wooden bathtub. I don't like wooden bathtubs very much."

"Go and tell Bontemps to have a bathtub sent from Paris." What money can do is nothing.She could tell Bontang to do such a small thing, but if she had to tell him and ask for his approval, he felt that she was really a cute little girl who depended on him everywhere.

He likes the feeling of being depended on, and feels that he is really a perfect male master.

Soaking in the bathtub, he happily told her what happened during the hunting today, what was the first prey today, what was the hardest prey, what was the most beautiful prey, and dozens of prey were hunted today What about the beast.She couldn't go hunting with him, but she must be curious to know the details, wouldn't she.

Abigail asked "and then" very cooperatively, satisfying what he confided and satisfying his sense of accomplishment.Men, in fact, are all children, and you must talk about things that you feel proud of with the person you like.

This Louis is not so much a "king", but just a boy who wants to be praised.

The servant brought several pots of hot water. Abigail walked to the bathtub, tested the temperature of the water, signaled the servant to pour a pot of hot water into the bathtub, put the other pots on the floor, and went out immediately.

"The water is a little hot."

"This way it won't be hot." She took off her leather shoes and petticoat, and threw them on the floor.

Louie smiled, "what are you doing"

"That way." She lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth thighs, and stepped into the bathtub.

The water in the bathtub overflowed a little and spread on the floor.

Her skirt was soaked and took up a good chunk of the tub.

"The skirt is wet."

"Shut up." She put her hands on both sides of the bathtub, approached him, and kissed him.

Water kept overflowing the bathtub.

The drenched skirt was then half draped over the edge of the bathtub, and was finally thrown entirely out of the bathtub onto the floor.

The author has something to say. The humble author really doesn't know how to write and write nonsense.Abigail's temperament is impossible to confront people head-on, and it may not be very pleasant. ,,