Versailles Wild Rose

The relationship between His Royal Highness Brother Wang and His Majesty Brother Wang is really good.That's what Philip said, and he would support Louis without hesitation if he were to face the situation of a real king and a fake king.

After all, one has been together for 18 years, and the other, even if he is a real brother, cannot have any affection.

Abigail couldn't help wondering whether Aramis was thinking too simply. It is very difficult to completely replace a person, especially if the person to be replaced is a king.Aramis did not mention the living environment of Philip the Great before, but it is certainly impossible to compare it with the education received by Louis. Louis is the heir apparent, and he has been taught by excellent teachers in all aspects of politics, military, history and culture since he was a child. Growing up means growing up in a monastery. The other party doesn't know his origin, so he will definitely not be given a good education. That is to say, if he becomes a king, the probability of revealing his secrets is too high.

She couldn't figure out how Aramis could suddenly train Big Philip in just a few months to a year, making him a man comparable to Louis.

After thinking for a while, she felt that there was no need to worry about this matter now, let Aramis have a headache

She has enough troubles, don't add one more.

She asked Claire to inform Lucien to come, and Lucien came in the evening, dressed as a servant.

"Send this letter." She didn't say much. There are always people coming and going in her apartment during the day, and servants come and go, not only her 4 maids, but also many maids doing chores, who knows Which one is Bondang's eyes and ears? There is also Fontaire, the king's secret spy. It is said that he also has many eyes and ears in the palace, and everyone knows everyone's secrets.

Lucien took the letter, only answered "yes" briefly, and then left.

Abigail felt that Reinho might return to Paris soon, and even if he couldn't come, Lucien must have a way to know where he would go.

Lucien came again the next day with an old gypsy woman.

"Ma'am, this is the gypsy fortune teller you said you wanted to see last time."

Abigail was puzzled for a moment, and immediately remembered that this was the gypsy woman that Reinho had mentioned last time, who could tell the gender of an unborn child.A little curious, "I'm going to forget about this. Come on, sit down."

The gypsy woman appeared to be in her fifties, fat and fair, with thick black hair.

"How about looking at the crystal ball?"

"No. Beautiful lady, show me your hands, both hands."

It is not credible to have strange powers and chaos, but it is okay to play occasionally.

The gypsy woman held her two hands and looked at the lines on her palm carefully.

Her hands are not big, with delicate palms and delicate fingers. The palm lines are clear, the blood color is very good, pink and moist, and thin blood vessels can be seen on the back of the hands.She wears a ruby ​​ring and an opal ring on her left hand, both gemstones are at least 45 carats; she wears a diamond ring on her right hand, the diamond is also 3 carats, exquisite and generous.

"Ma'am, you are just two months pregnant."

Her figure could not be seen under the skirt, but it could be seen that she was only two months pregnant, maybe Lucien said it.

"The child's father is extremely noble, the sun god in the world."

Flattery, all flattery.

"You will have two children."

"Should I have two at a time, or one at a time, and only two children"

The gypsy woman said with certainty, "Right now, two children, boys."

Alas, it is very difficult to give birth to one. She has seen Rosalina give birth to twins. She was born a month prematurely and took a whole day to give birth. Fortunately, the mother and daughter are safe.

It's scary just thinking about it.

But what she said may not be accurate, and she doesn't have clairvoyance

"Then can you see how many children I will have?"

"You're going to have four kids, two boys, two girls."

It's really too stable, she smiled, "You can't be too accurate. You should also say, what year and what month are my children born and who is the father? Can they grow up safely?"

"Madam, you don't believe in divination."

"I don't believe it. I don't know how many children I will have. If you are wrong, I can't ask you to scold you for being wrong. Well, I will still give you the money. Please stay here for a few days, tell me about the outside world, the people and things you have met before, and tell me some strange and interesting true stories."

Louis was having fun at Fontainebleau, and she was having fun with herself.

D'Artagnan said that His Majesty ordered her not to go out, only allowed to go to the royal palace at the farthest, and she was not allowed to see outsiders, and added two guards of the Royal Guard to guard her outside her door, so that she had four guards. Hour shifts are on duty.But in fact, no one can control her seeing outsiders. D'Artagnan only told the guards to guard the lady, and they would go wherever the lady went, and did not open other permissions.

Abigail thought to herself that her husband's courage to independently decide what order to carry out was really good. He was not the kind of person who followed orders rigidly, otherwise how could he fall in love with the queen at the risk of being beheaded.Now it seems that the tempers of Louis and Philip are not like their biological fathers. I don’t know if the hidden son has a temper like his father.

The gypsy woman has endless interesting stories, some of which sound unbelievable. She has little contact with these folk talents and listens with gusto.

Philip would not stay in the palace all day, he would always go out for horseback riding in the afternoon. Both boys and men liked the feeling of speeding. This era is horseback riding, and in the 20th century it was cars and airplanes.

The boy now knows how to please the girl a little bit, and every time he comes back from riding a horse, he always brings her a basket of flowers, including roses, lilies of the valley, and white camellias, depending on what flowers are available in the flower shop that day.Glass greenhouses are widely used in flower gardens, and flowers will be sold even in winter.

Occasionally, the two of them would go to the Royal Palace to visit Henrietta, and Henrietta would keep her the apartment she had lived in, saying that she could stay for a night whenever she wanted.Philip was nice to his little cousin and would give her small gifts to make her happy.Henrietta is a princess. Although she is a royal family in exile, she is not short of money, food and clothing, and has everything she needs. However, the small gift from her beautiful little cousin can still make her happy for several days.

Henrietta is 14 years old. She has already understood a lot of things between men and women. She has also heard about the chaotic private lives of the kings.

She said sullenly "Her Majesty the Queen Mother doesn't like me"

"It's not that she doesn't like you, but she thinks you are too young. Princess Maria Theresa is the same age as Louis, which is better."

"Why are you not jealous"

"I'm jealous of the princess." Abigail smiled faintly, "Maybe the princess is cursing me in the palace in Madrid."

Henrietta smiled all of a sudden, "Yes, you are right"

"Think about it this way, how boring is life without being envied by others?" Abigail stretched lazily, "You have beauty and status, so you can't marry Louis, but you can still marry Philip."

Philip looked up, "Why are you talking about me again?"

Henrietta smiled and said, "My mother said that after my brother officially ascended the throne, he can give me a large dowry. Philip, I want to get married earlier and get the dowry, so that we can play together all day. What do you want to play?" It will be all right."

Philip said casually, "Well, we'll have a good time with my money and yours. But you can't stop me from seeing Abby."

"Oh, I like Abigail very much. I don't like it if you go to someone else, like that damned Lorraine, but if it's Abigail, I can allow it."

Philip kissed her on the cheek.

Abigail shaking her head was a childish way to say it.Henrietta has no hostility towards her, that's okay.Philip's wife was either a princess or the grand duke's daughter. Compared with marrying a woman she had never seen before, it would be better to marry a little cousin who was a childhood sweetheart.Besides, the eldest cousin is actually the king, but he has not returned to London to be crowned.

It is said that Charles II loves his little sister very much, presumably a huge dowry is indispensable, Louis will not give up such a large dowry, if he can't marry his little cousin, he will ask his younger brother to marry his little cousin, so now both parties are waiting for Charles II to return London coronation.

It's all about money. If she has a family property of tens of millions of livres, she is likely to officially marry Louis as queen. Even if her status is not enough, it is not a problem, but who really wants to marry this big pig? Wouldn't it be nice to be a happy little rich woman with tens of millions? She would never come to the Louvre if she wanted tens of millions

"What are you thinking?" Henrietta whispered, leaning on her shoulder, "Are you thinking about Louis?"

"What are you thinking about him? He must be surrounded by other women now, so don't think about him."

"Then what to do?" Henrietta was really worried about her, "If he falls in love with someone else and stops loving you, what will you do?"

"Nothing to do. I'll take my title and fief and leave, and never see him again."

"Yes, you should deal with him like this, no, what will you do, what will you do in the future, what will your children do?"

Philip said, "I heard that there was a gypsy woman who told you whether the child would be a boy or a girl, and it was a boy, isn't it?"

Henrietta's attention was immediately diverted, "It's a boy"

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, you must be born to know."

"Brother Wang likes boys." Philip was a little depressed, "but I like girls."

"Maybe Abbie will have a boy and a girl."

"It's too early to say that."

"What's it like to be pregnant?" Henrietta asked curiously.

"It doesn't feel like it, at least not now."

The author has something to say that what the gypsy women say is not prophecy, most of them are deceitful or infallible "predictions". ,,