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When Mrs. Chevreuse stepped into the Amiens palace, she couldn't help thinking triumphantly: What if she was dismissed from the position of chief lady officer, and she turned around to marry the Duke of Chevreuse, and she could still treat the court as her own backyard. Come when you want, leave when you want.

The noble ladies of the French royal court are all gathered in the hall of the palace at this moment, surrounding Princess Maria - this princess will go to Boulogne with the British mission tomorrow, and board a ship there for Canterbury, England.There she will actually get married.

——So now it should be regarded as the princess's "bachelorette party".

However, in this hall, the fiddlers are playing the gage music in an even and steady manner.The noble ladies talked with Princess Maria respectfully one by one according to their status.

Mrs. Chevreuse thought of those crazy "bachelorette parties" outside the plane for a moment, and then looked at the reserved wives in front of Princess Maria. She couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Princess, I will give you an unforgettable 'bachelorette party'."

Madame Chevreuse said to herself.

"You'll witness passion and indulgence not befitting a royal marriage."

Thinking of this, Mrs. Chevreuse hurriedly lowered her head, so as not to let others find that she couldn't help laughing.

She stood in the hall, looking at the French windows on the side of the palace hall.These floor-to-ceiling windows were closed today, but Mrs. Chevreuse could still see the figures on the other side of the garden through the slightly blurred glass.

The mission's guards have already been dispatched to clear the garden and temporarily block the road from the garden to the palace.

Of course, these guys with thick English country accents will slip away without leaving a trace.They just need to ensure that the garden of the palace is an undisturbed place.

As for the person who should appear in the garden——

Madame Chevreuse's eyes turned around in the palace, and finally saw the light and agile figure of Anna of Austria.

But the queen was surrounded by many attendants and ladies.Among them is a female officer who has been following Anna closely these days, never leaving her.

Madam Chevreuse couldn't help frowning—although it was just a lowly maidservant, it was not a problem if there was such a person who always followed the queen closely.

She thought for a while, and waved to a corner in the hall.The Duchess de Minarro immediately stepped forward and nodded to Madame Chevreuse: "Madam, what are your orders?"

Mrs. Minalor is a stout figure with a rigid expression, and she is not a likable character.She had never been someone Madame Chevreuse liked to "use".

But Mrs. Chevreuse looked around again, wanting to ask those "spectators" who entered the plane to help and help.At first glance, she was disappointed to find that there were only a few "audience" present today, and even if they were present, they all sat listlessly, as if they felt that the lengthy and complicated court etiquette was really unbearable.

"Forget it—anyway, I can't trust other people for such an important matter."

Mrs. Chevreuse found that in this plane, she could only trust the "natives", because the aboriginals did not have the wisdom of modern people and could not see through the intentions behind her appearance, so naturally they would not spoil her affairs.

So Mrs. Chevreuse whispered a few words in Mrs. Minalor's ear, and Mrs. Mineralot nodded and took the order.

Not long after, Mrs. Chevreuse saw Mrs. Minalor approaching Anna of Austria and whispered something in her ear.

Anna from Austria's complexion suddenly changed, her eyes shone brightly, but the look on her face was very anxious.

Mrs. Chevreuse saw Anna pretending to be calm, and after Mrs. Minalor stepped back, she actually maintained her original posture and sat in her seat for a while.

Madame Chevreuse couldn't help smiling: the queen has grown up a bit.

She began to count down in her mind: ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one.

In the distance, Anna stood up with a "whoosh" and said something to the female officers around her.The female officials stood up respectfully and nodded in agreement.

So Anna turned and left the hall, and all the female officials stayed there, only the female servant followed persistently.

Madame Chevreuse's heart tightened, she didn't expect that a little maid in the dress could spoil her affairs.

But it didn't take long for her suspended heart to relax again.

Because Anna turned around and reprimanded Mrs. Bonacio, the latter stopped aggrievedly.

Madame Chevreuse smiled to herself.

She was sure that the two of them would be able to do good things tonight in the gardens of Amiens.

Because she knows the queen too well, and understands the loneliness that penetrates into the marrow of the queen-as long as she gives the queen a little warmth, she can explode like a firework.

As for the Duke of Buckingham, there is no need to worry.

That guy doesn't lack women, but he lacks "famous women" with status and names.

Tonight's incident is destined to be a major event that will cause a sensation in the entire European continent - Mrs. Chevreuse is very confident about it.Because it is not only recorded in the original "Three Musketeers", but also mentioned in historical materials.

The Queen's personal attendant once recorded the "Amiens Garden Incident" in his memoirs, and recorded that in the garden that night, the Duke of Buckingham was "very aggressive" and scratched the Queen's leg①.

"Broker Cat" Luna, since entering the plane, has been saying that she wants to help Roland.

But in fact, in addition to enjoying delicious food every day, she just sleeps and basks in the sun.

Roland has always been thinking about the "scaring" that Luna received in Tianshui Town, and he was accommodating to Luna in every possible way, never asking her to do anything.

But Luna also has requirements for herself - she knows that her contestants never beg her easily, but once she does, it is very important and can only be entrusted to the most trusted person.

Luna plucked up her courage, and hurried towards the palace along the shadow of the hedge in the garden.

At the exit of the garden blocked by the British guards, Luna stopped slowly, squatted in the shadows, gathered her strength, and then jumped out of the exit like an arrow flying from the string.Although she hasn't been exercising recently, Maomao's explosive power seems to be okay.

The guards only felt a blur in front of them.

One of them asked, "Did something pass by?"

Another person said indifferently: "Maybe it's a cat in the garden? It's okay, don't worry about it."

"Yes, it's time for us to withdraw later—we'll see the French gunners then."

"Haha, I want them to see the King of France wearing a cuckold..."

An aide of the British mission hastily ordered them to shut up.

After hearing this sentence, Luna slipped away quietly between the gaps at the bottom of the hedge, sneaked into the hall of the palace when no one was looking, and hid under the tablecloth hanging by the side table.

"Code name code name..."

Luna murmured in her heart.

Maomao can only communicate with "outsiders" in the plane, so she can't run up to Constance and say loudly: "Lan Lan wants you to remember what you promised her."

She can only rely on the "audience" who enters the plane to convey.

The "audience" I saw today was very small - Luna couldn't help feeling a little bit disgusted with that Mrs. Xie Xie.How many reliable partners does her family Lan Lan have?But what about here?

The few spectators present today are sitting in the salon at the moment, and most of them are supporting their heads boredly, obviously not enjoying any pleasure from this fortified palace.

Luna was a little anxious, she had to find a single "audience".

There it is... Mao Mao poked her head out of the tablecloth, rushed to a corner of the hall quickly, rubbed against the skirt of a noble lady, and meowed softly.

The "spectator" who entered the plane was also wearing an evening dress with a huge bustle, his chest and waist were tightly bound, and his face didn't look so comfortable.

On her head is an unobvious code name - "Emma".

Luna thought: This name is very common in classics, but I don’t know whether it is Austen’s Emma or Flaubert’s Emma.

Hearing the cry, Emma stooped to examine it.

Luna immediately stopped screaming, and stared at Emma intently with her big round eyes.

This is Luna's great method of "showing off cuteness".

Sure enough, as if Emma's heart was about to melt, as soon as she stretched out her hand, she hugged Luna: "Oh, if you are a cute kitten, were you raised in the palace in Amiens?"

Luna rolled her eyes, thinking about how she should speak, so as not to appear too abrupt and scare the other party.Another difficulty is how to persuade the "audience" to run errands for Roland instead of listening to Madame Chevreuse.

Unexpectedly, a scream sounded.

Beside Emma, ​​there was a noble lady in fine clothes holding a fan in her hand. She caught a glimpse of Luna, immediately squeezed her fan tightly, pointed at Luna and yelled.

"Miss de Guemene, how can you hold such a wicked creature in your arms?"

Emma choked suddenly: Is this an evil creature?

Luna quickly turned her neck, raised her cat face, and looked at Emma, ​​her eyes were bigger and rounder, and they looked moist and shiny—this scene is really cute and pitiful.

Emma is clearly a soft-hearted viewer.She immediately lowered her face, and said coldly to the lady holding her fan: "Mrs. de Sable, you are so ignorant, ignorant and superstitious."

She spoke with a pure Parisian accent: "The French Academy of Sciences just clarified that cats have nothing to do with the devil this year, and the cardinal also ordered the church to stop persecuting cats. Now in Paris, not only ordinary people keep cats, but also the Louvre. less."

"I say, Madame de Sable, put away your old persecution of cats."

Emma made the other party speechless in an instant, retracted her fan embarrassingly, and looked left and right, as if she didn't want her scream just now to be noticed by others.

By the time the fan lady left, Luna had already fully figured out how to invite the audience to help.

She folded her hands, looked up at Emma with her cat-like face, and said quietly:

"Thank you for your help, congratulations, you have completed the mysterious mission of the plane - rescue the cat."

Emma immediately showed a look of surprise and joy, and looked at Luna with wide eyes.Just as she was about to speak, she immediately looked around so that no one else could see that she was talking to a cat.

After confirming that no one was paying attention to her, she looked down at Luna and whispered:

"Are you a cat sent by the plane maker to send notifications?"

The little cow cat nodded immediately:

"There is still a mysterious task at the moment, and there will be rich rewards after completion. Are you interested?"

The author has something to say: ①It is the memoir written by Mr. de Laporte.