Human dimension reduction

Vincent was led by a maid, and entered the king's bedroom through a secret passage. Louis XIII's fat body was covered by a silk quilt, and the bed was bulged like a hill. The smell of spices can't be dissipated, and the whole room is filled with a sultry and turbid fragrance, which makes people drowsy and lethargic after staying for a long time.

At that time, the medical technology was still underdeveloped. Although the primitive bloodletting therapy and whipping therapy were abandoned, most doctors still insisted that patients should stay in bed and not see the wind, and they liked to burn spices to drive away diseases.

Louis XIII fell into a drowsy sleep, and the spices contained sleeping ingredients. The king felt a shadow falling beside him in a daze, and a strong fear suddenly rose in his heart. His attendants would not approach him so rashly. , Could it be that those rebels finally made up their minds to assassinate him?

Louis XIII struggled to open his eyes, and then the heavy eyelids were pulled away by the leather-touch gloves, and the light flooded into his pupils. Before he could clearly see the person coming, the other party let go of his hand.

"His Majesty's illness is not very serious..."

The other party was talking with other people, Louis XIII listened for a while, and slowly relaxed, realizing that this was a doctor invited from outside, Vincent gave the king a diagnosis, left some medicine, and was about to Going back along the same road—his visit was a very dangerous behavior in a sense. If he was discovered by the soldiers of the National Assembly guarding outside, he might get into big trouble.

"--Wait a moment."

The king on the bed thought that he had issued a rather majestic order, Vincent paused, thinking about whether to pretend that he didn't hear the kitten humming, and finally turned around: "Yes, Your Majesty? "

Louis XIII moved his arms vaguely, grunted a few rough nasal voices, and said in an ambiguous tone with a bit of a whistling sound: "You... come from outside - tell me... the cathedral... . . . how is Arya now?—those vile pariahs! They will never let my Alice—”

Excessive anger and unexplained strength made him look bright all of a sudden, and his words became clear: "My beautiful Alice—my little Rose! How could he... how could he endure such terrible torture... God, it's all because of me..."

Vincent noticed that the face of the queen's maid next to her could not bear it anymore. She must be feeling heartbroken for her poor mistress.

"Perhaps, Your Majesty, but unfortunately I can't help you. I don't know much about these things..." Ellianora didn't know if she was happy with the nickname "Alice" on her head. , But if you put yourself in the shoes of the handsome and thin doctor, he felt a little nauseous. He nodded and replied politely to his patient.

"No...no..." Realizing that the doctor wanted to leave, the king immediately slapped the edge of the bed heavily, "I want you to go and see him, and bring him to me! My poor Alice...he It is impossible to live so sadly... Only by my side! By the side of the great King whom he loved so much!"

His last words became incoherent, Vincent raised his brows high, and felt rare admiration for a man's self-confidence: "Nevertheless, your Majesty, I am just a little doctor, please Forgive me for not being able to smuggle a living person into the Palace of Fontainebleau without anyone noticing."

Louis XIII showed a cunning that should not appear on the face of a king: "No, you can! How did you appear here, how can he come here, otherwise - you know, even if I look bad now, and I have a way to make you suffer."

The two returned along the secret passage. After getting rid of the turbid and stuffy smell of spices, the dusty air in the secret passage looked very lovely. The maid was still leading the way, and Vincent inspected the loyal maid. Looking back, thinking of the anger she had hesitated to say a few times just now, she said tentatively and helplessly: "What should I do? Your Majesty the Queen—"

The maid stopped and took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, we all know it's not your fault, and Her Majesty the Queen didn't expect that at such a critical time, Her Majesty the King still thinks about that cunning eunuch... He is a humiliation to the loyal queen!"

The maid's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her eyes almost burst into flames.

Vincent seemed to be consoling, but actually added fuel to the flames: "Indeed, at a difficult time when only the husband and wife support each other, His Majesty's behavior is a betrayal of the queen. Even if I am a man, I can't bear such a disloyal behavior, let alone The queen has done the best that a wife can do, and such behavior is undoubtedly a blasphemy against the purity of marriage bestowed by the Heavenly Father."

What he said obviously appealed to the maid. Facing such a "person of her own", the maid couldn't help gushing: "...It's been like this since the Palace of Versailles. It's nothing for a man to find a mistress, they are all like this Huaxin, especially His Majesty the rich Gaul King, the Queen paid for His Majesty’s overnight stay on several occasions. Queen Adela is pious, kind, and resolute. She is a perfect queen. The heir to the king has not yet been born, but she is still young, and there is still a long time in the future. Before her crown is shaken, there are still many opportunities to make up for this regret, but..."

Vincent listened casually to the maid's complaints, and replied humbly, sighing in his heart.

Pious, kind, resolute.

What a beautiful quality that is.

Piety means that she is used to obeying the orders of mysterious authorities; kindness means that she has the character of empathizing with suffering and a more sensitive heart; perseverance means that she has a stronger will after identifying a goal. Willpower to execute.

Just like she obeyed her parents' orders, married Louis XIII under the watchful eye of God, and loved this terrible husband almost persistently, if she had another goal...

The mad doctor's pupils glowed scarlet in the darkness where no one could see, and the tip of his tongue lightly licked the sharp canines, revealing a joyful smile.

He's about to get to work on protecting the lovely rose of inspiration in Notre Dame Cathedral.

Queen Adele leaned on the bedside and waited for the doctor who had treated the king to come back and tell her about the king's condition, but only the maid came back. She was startled, and looked behind the maid, but she didn't see the unusually good-looking doctor: "Why? Just you? How is His Majesty the King?"

The maid knelt beside her bed: "Mr. Vincent has been taken out, His Majesty the King is not serious, he should recover soon, but—"

She hesitated for a moment, thinking of what the doctor said casually in the secret path, she felt certain.

——Now the king and queen are in such a difficult situation, and the king is not enthusiastic about the queen. If Her Majesty the Queen still only knows how to rely on the King as before, then their life may become even worse. A hearty servant can explain why to the Queen.

——Of course, this is not for any shallow status, but just to help the master solve problems.

Yes, this is just to solve problems for the king and his wife!

Thinking in this way, the maid Yifan planned to press this matter to prevent the queen from being angry, and leaned close to Queen Adele's ear, and quickly said everything she heard from the king.

Before listening to the maid's report, Adele rolled her eyes and was about to faint, but was woken up by the maid's strong hand: "Your Majesty! You need to think about what to do if your Majesty the King Forcibly taking that eunuch in, what will the subjects outside think of him?—A king who never forgets to indulge in pleasure when he restores his country? You are his queen, and only you can help His Majesty correct this mistake!"

Adele breathed quickly, repeating the maid's words: "You're right, you're right, only I—"

But what should she do?She was used to silently following behind the king's husband, cleaning up the mess for him, and being a qualified and virtuous queen, but no one taught her how to face such a bad situation.

The royal family was kicked out, her husband didn't trust her, and she knew nothing...

The more Adele thought about it, the more desperate she felt.

The maid swallowed, and she didn't know what to do, but the doctor's seemingly unintentional sentence suddenly flashed through her bewildered mind-at least know the opponent's situation, right?If you can't let the king's lover in, ask the priest of the church to find out what kind of person that person is.

"...Please invite the priest of Notre Dame Cathedral to come over. He knows the eunuch better than us, and he may be able to solve this problem for you."

The maid blurted out this sentence, and Adela thought for a while, as if she had found a treasure: "That's right! Now... no, go and ask the priest from Notre Dame Cathedral to come here tomorrow and pray for me."

After thinking about it, she added: "You go too and find a priest who is closer to that person."

The queen wanted to invite a priest to pray for her. This was not a big problem. It didn't even need to be approved by the heads of the parliament. The officers guarding the Palace of Fontainebleau could make their own decisions.

Early the next morning, the carriage of the Palace of Fontainebleau picked up a priest from the Notre-Dame Basilica. The coachman happened to see the carriage belonging to François Baptiste, the head of the parliament, parked at the gate of the church. .

"What a joy, if I could be with that beauty too..." Everyone knows that during this period of time, Perrier-Jouët made the uncrowned king of the parliament his servant, and the coachman secretly imagined the moment when he embraced the beauty in his arms. Life, flicking the whip twice happily, looked at the priest who came out of the church.

At first glance, it was a surprise.

Hey, this priest is really tall, even taller than the tall Nino next door!He looks much better than the tall Nino...

Thinking of all these things, the coachman sent the priest to the Palace of Fontainebleau, and two hours later he followed the queen's order and sent him back to the church.

Standing by the window and watching the carriage go away, Adele still had the traces of crying on her face, but the feeling of weakness and helplessness before had been swept away from her body, and a brand new expression bloomed on her face , she looks very much like the priest who left just now, with a powerful turbulence hidden under her calm face.

The maid stood tremblingly behind the queen. For some reason, she actually felt that the previously soft queen had become a little... scary.

Adele tightly held the cross given by the priest, regardless of the exquisite and sharp lines on the cross that were about to pierce her fingers. On the contrary, the tingling and tension of her skin being oppressed gave her a kind of stimulation and pleasure that she had never felt before.

"The Lord said that any soul is equally precious before Him, because He loves his children, and the love and respect for the Lord should be before the husband, because the love of husband and wife is given by the Lord, and husband and wife should They are one body and equal, if a husband does not respect and love his wife, then his wife must rebel against her husband's atrocities in order not to hurt the Lord..."

She recited this passage in her heart again, feeling that her heart was about to turn her crushed depression and pain into light bubbles, and those shackle-like rules were broken one by one. She had never felt so close to that loving , Compassionate Father, the swollen, swollen joy was like a cloud, about to float her up.

"Even in the face of the majesty of secular kingship, it is necessary to declare the dignity of a wife here, because husband and wife are one body after marriage, and the crown is shared by both. The Lord bestows a crown on a virtuous monarch, but if the monarch Having been consumed with the highest virtues, the wife must counsel her husband to protect the purity and integrity of the crown..."

In a short passage, the priest cleverly changed the concepts countless times. The most cunning sophists would be dumbfounded by the distorted and self-consistent logic when hearing these words. What's more frightening is that every word he said The exact same original sentence can be found in the scriptures, and others cannot even accuse him of distorting the meaning of the scriptures, because he is almost just copying the scriptures dully.

"Lord, how foolish I am, I haven't understood your true meaning for so long." Queen Adele muttered to herself.

"By the way, Father Petrosa said that he has a nephew. Because the outside is too chaotic, no one can take care of him. You brought him to the Palace of Fontainebleau. Father Petrosa said that he is good at telling stories, and occasionally You can chat with me, even if it is to thank the priest for his enlightenment today."

The maid bowed her knees respectfully: "Yes, what's the name of that little gentleman?"

Adele thought for a while: "It seems to be Edward, a very common name."

The young man named Edward was quickly brought into the Palace of Fontainebleau by his younger brother who was serving as a maid to tend the queen's small garden. The queen heard him coming and asked the maid to bring him to her. Who would have thought that upon first seeing him, he turned out to be a pretty good-looking kid, and he gave Adele the feeling that he was a bit like seeing Louis XIII when he was young.

"I heard from your uncle that you are good at telling stories?" Adele casually picked up a topic.

Edward raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled, his blond hair and blue eyes made him look like the holy son on the mural, with a calm expression and a generous posture, and he did not face the embarrassment and embarrassment of the queen for the first time: "Yes, Your Majesty the Queen. "

"Then what story can you tell me? I don't like to hear vulgar knight stories, childish fairy tales and boring love stories." Adele likes such a generous child with light blue eyes There was a kind and gentle smile in his face, and he planned to embarrass this brash young man with a little joking intention.

And the other party showed a meaningful expression for a moment, and gently rubbed his thumbs with his clasped hands: "That's just right... Your Majesty, you are not suitable for such a vulgar story. I want to tell you, It's a legend that happened in Siberia, people call it...the legend of the empress."

The author has something to say:

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Just ask who can bear it.

Vincent: I didn't say anything, I just lamented how unlucky the queen is.

Petrosa: I didn't say anything, I just copied a few passages from the original scriptures.

Edward: I am more innocent, I only told a story!

Louis XIII: he—tui!