Versailles Wild Rose

He pretended to yell "it hurts", and quickly pressed his knee on her leg, "how are you so fierce?"

"My breasts are too small, don't come to me."

"Ah, are you angry because of this?" He continued to pretend, "Then I apologize to you. Your breasts are not small at all, very cute."

"I heard that someone would mold a breast and make it into a wine glass."

can play.Renio thought for a moment, "Do you know what to do?"

"do not know."

"Usually wax is used to shape the shape, but you can't stand it. Then you use a wet cloth to stick it on your chest, and then apply a plaster of paris. After the plaster of paris is set, take an impression."

"It's too troublesome. Why don't you find a sculptor to make a statue for me."

"Okay, that's okay." He kissed her hard, "Now, concentrate on it."

ocean waves.

Blue, white, gold.

Ups and downs.

seaweed.

shell.

pearl.

Sunlight.

wind.

Siren's song.

She thought in a daze, sure enough, exercising in bed is addictive, no wonder Louis can't stop doing exercising in bed all day.

Tired, but satisfied.

Not wanting to move at all.

Renio didn't let her cover the quilt, and pressed his hand on her lower abdomen, "Is it here?"

There was a small lump on her lower abdomen.

"Correct."

"Is it a boy or a girl"

This is very funny. "boy."

He sighed in satisfaction, "My boy."

"Our boy."

He replaced it with a melancholy sigh, "Can I stay?"

"Stay, but be careful, Philip may come running out of nowhere."

"Don't worry about him."

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Just wipe it off."

"You are really dirty."

"I can't go to your bathroom without being seen."

"Tell Pauline to bring in water."

"it is good."

She went out in her dressing gown, and a few minutes later Pauline came in with a pot of hot water and a golden basin.

Pauline changed the sheets and carried them to the laundry.She was a little annoyed, the aunt in charge of the laundry room would definitely find out that this was another bed sheet that was soiled after the hostess had sex with someone else, and if someone compares this matter to see if His Highness went to the wife's room, so there is no complete secret in the world. What details will betray you.

She decided to put the dirty sheets in the storage room and sneak them to the laundry room to wash them herself in the morning.

Much more comfortable after washing.

She happily returned to the bedroom, where Renio was half leaning against the head of the bed, eating a small macaron cake.

"How did you steal my midnight snack?"

"Is this yours? It doesn't have your name written on it."

Poor "I'll be hungry at night."

"Yes, you are not alone now, you have a child in your stomach." He fed her two small cakes.After eating the small cake, I rinsed my mouth and lay down on the bed.

"I really hope you can leave Paris as soon as possible. I will take you to any country you want to go. If you stay in the Louvre, the farthest you can go is Fontainebleau, and it is impossible to go anywhere else. You Want to go to Verdun?"

"Go to your house?"

"Yes, I have a castle and am in desperate need of a mistress.

She smiled, "Okay, I'll remember. I'm sleepy and I want to sleep."

"Sleep, my love."

In the morning, Abigail wakes up, and Reinho has gone.

On the pillow are two of his golden brown hairs, a white rose and a card

"Last night when you went to bed you swore,

Your eyes woke up earlier than mine this morning;

How sweet a morning's sleep is to maidens,

Warm dreams close your eyes,

ah i want to kiss them your beautiful breasts

A hundred times so that you learn to get up in the morning. "

This poem is one of the love poems of the French poet Ronza Marie. It is an excerpt from an anthology of French poems. The original text of the Chinese translation is the same.

She picked up the card, kissed it lightly, and happily put it under the pillow.

News came from the palace that His Majesty the King, who was supposed to leave for the Louvre today, decided to stay in Fontainebleau for another two days.The guard who delivered the letter vividly described the king's new favorite, Countess Vanessa Drabell.

Abigail said that she doesn't care, just love whoever she loves.

Philip, on the other hand, was secretly happy, and pretended to be casual on the surface.

Everyone in the palace is gossiping about Mrs. Provence falling out of favor. She just moved into the mistress suite not long ago. Is she going to be the shortest-serving royal mistress in history?

oh that would be too funny

Most of the people in the palace were gloating, waiting to see the king and his new favorite return to the Louvre, but Madame de Provence was not so proud. Everyone was waiting to see her jokes.

So, when Henrietta came to visit her, the two decided to go to the salon.

Abigail seldom goes to the salon to play, because the regular customers of the salon are very boring, and many of them are gamblers, and they gamble quite a lot.Nicholas would come to play sometimes, but because he had no money, he didn't have many players.

It is extremely rare for Mrs. Provence to appear in the salon. People think that she has a sense of crisis and wants to expand her interpersonal relationship.

"Isn't this our beautiful Marquise de Provence?" A middle-aged fat lady wearing a woolen scarf fanned a lace folding fan pretentiously.

"Ma'am, are you"

"Countess Marie de Charny."

"Countess." Abigail nodded to her reservedly, then turned to Henrietta and said, "There are too many countesses here."

Countess Charney's face froze, and she immediately said, "Ma'am, your complexion is not very good. I heard that Miss Drabell has outstanding appearance, gentle temperament, kindness and virtuousness. She has won the favor of His Majesty. I heard that His Majesty will go there every night. Miss Labelle's room."

"Your Majesty is the king of France, doesn't he do whatever he wants?" Abigail smiled faintly, "I don't know why Madam cares more about which lady's bed His Majesty will spend the night in than I do. I really don't understand. Woolen cloth."

Henrietta asked curiously, "Abigail, so His Majesty has a new mistress?"

"probably."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Your Majesty is the king, I am not angry, not angry."

"You are obviously very angry, so don't hide it. How about we go out to play in a carriage"

"It is cold outside."

"Forget it, let's play cards." Henrietta shook the embroidered handbag on her wrist and said proudly, "I brought a lot of money, let's see if I can win or lose .”

"Okay, can you find a poker buddy?"

It was easy to find someone who could play cards with Her Royal Highness, and soon three ladies sat down.

"Aren't you playing, ma'am?" someone asked.

"I'm not very good at poker." She stood behind Henrietta.

"Didn't you just win a lot of money not long ago?"

"It was mainly His Highness who won. I just took over and played a few rounds, and lost a lot."

The ladies began to gossip eagerly, "I don't know who is that Miss Drabell, but even our beautiful Mrs. Provence can only hide in the Louvre."

"Naturally she is a beauty, and she is very talkative, with a sweet mouth." Abigail said very calmly.

Ladies surprised, "So you've seen her"

"I have seen."

The ladies glanced at each other, "Your Majesty really fell in love with her"

"I don't know. Has Your Majesty ever loved anyone?"

"If your Majesty has ever loved anyone, it's you, madam"

"Who will be lucky enough to always be loved by His Majesty? No one." Abigail pretended to be sad, "I am a lucky girl, but now" she touched the pleats where the top of the long skirt connected to the skirt, and quickly took open.

Keen ladies have seen it, "Gosh lady, you're pregnant"

She looked flustered, "I'm not, I'm not. It's too embarrassing" She blushed and hurried out of the salon room.

Henrietta looked innocent, "What's the matter, why did you run away, how did you know that she was pregnant?"

"Since she entered the room, she has touched her belly several times and avoided people walking. Before that, she would rather wait for others to make way for her." The wives smiled mysteriously, "You are still young, you don't understand these things. Just don't Know whether she has d'Artagnan's offspring, or our good king's offspring."

Henrietta stood up abruptly and slammed her handbag on the card table, "You guys are so brave to wait for my big cousin to come back. I'll tell him to send you all to the gallows."

The ladies stood up immediately in fright, their faces were a little ugly, "Your Highness, don't be angry."

So in the morning people were still waiting to see Mrs. Provence's jokes, and in the afternoon they were discussing whose cub was in Mrs. Provence's belly.The child's father may be her husband, Captain D'Artagnan, or the King, or His Royal Highness.

People had heard some rumors before, but they were still not sure. Now they speculated whether it was because the wife was pregnant with her husband's child, so the king was furious and drove her back;

In short, the rumors in the palace were raging until they reached the ears of Anna of Austria.

Her Majesty the Queen Mother began to suffer from migraines again.

"Why did these two kids just play without telling me? Can't we just wait for Louis to come back and make a public announcement?"

The Marquise de Montière comforted the hostess, "There has been speculation that Madam is pregnant, and the people in the laundry room reported that Madam has not had a menstrual period for two months."

"They are too idle, dare to gossip about noble ladies." Austrian Anna was very upset, but she had no choice but to say, "Go tell the supervisor of the laundry room and stop spreading rumors."

"I'm afraid this matter will have to wait for Mr. Bondang to come back."

Austrian Anna stroked her forehead, "Go to the imperial doctor to see Abigail, come and report to me after reading it. You prepare some items and send them to her."

"Is it still cloth?"

"Clothing materials, some small items from the princess last time, pick some she will like and send them. Invite her and Henrietta to come and have dinner with me in the evening."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The author has something to say. The excerpted poem is one of the love poems of the French poet Lonza Marie. Excerpts, the original text of the Chinese translation is the same.Do not lock indiscriminately during the audit. ,,