Human dimension reduction

The king's living room was filled with anxious nobles. Although they tried their best to maintain their decency, whether it was the unpowdered wigs or the folds at the corners of their clothes, it showed that their hearts were not calm at the moment, and they were even a little too anxious. .

Louis XIII is the last trump card of the old nobles. He can become a bargaining chip between the nobles and the National Assembly, and can also be used as a shield for the nobles to protect their own interests. After all, the king is just a poor puppet. Perhaps he also realized that he was about to be sacrificed as a bargaining chip, that's why he became so seriously ill some time ago.

Anyway, the king is still alive, and a living king is much more useful than a dead tombstone.

"I don't know what's going on here." Accompanied by the female family members, the queen stayed in the suite of the parlor, next door was the king's bedroom. The doctor dispatched urgently was trying to prolong the poor life of the king, but even the next door Opening a door, they could also hear the heavy tearing gasps of the dying beast inside.

"Lord, please comfort this poor noble woman, who has suffered so much for this." The Duchess of Chateaubriand crossed herself and prayed for the queen.

Her cousin is the queen's chief attendant, and the conscientious chief stands behind the hostess, occasionally providing smelling salts, soft blankets, and boiling hot tea to the ladies who fainted from grief and fear.

"... In the afternoon, my maid came and told me that His Majesty didn't look well. He was talking nonsense and yelling all the time. The guards thought he was hysterical and didn't allow me to go in to see him. He even planned to attack me. Shot, for which one of my valiant and loyal bodyguards died."

The queen covered her face with a handkerchief, unable to continue speaking, and the ladies beside her showed sighs at the same time, lowered their heads and silently prayed for the brave and loyal soldier for a moment.

Seeing that the mistress was too sad to speak, the magistrate added on her behalf: "The murder of the queen's military attache is tantamount to murdering her majesty the queen. At that time, we were all terrified, which caused chaos. Two of our maids were injured. The guard fell down the stairs while being pushed, and the merciful Lord took his soul away. The Palace of Fontainebleau was immediately under martial law, but not long after, several assassins disguised as gardeners rushed into the castle and assassinated the king His Majesty."

"God."

The noble ladies gasped at the same time, feeling terrified by the ups and downs of the story.

"This is the Palace of Fontainebleau! Where His Majesty the King lives with you, he dared to shoot at you! It is intolerable! This is an insult to the royal family!" The Duchess of Chateaubriand shouted in a low voice.

"Those stupid and rude commoners, they will never know how to respect a person. I am really fed up with their barbarism. If even the noble king and queen cannot be respected by them, then we will kneel down and kiss in the future The soles of their shoes?"

I don't know who complained about such a sentence, and the complexions of most of the ladies changed.

They don't actually care whether the royal family is respected or not, but once it is connected with their own interests, this issue immediately becomes extremely important.

"Even the so-called people who 'form the country' should pay respect to the royal family who have dedicated more than 100 years to this country. Without the contribution of the royal family, they would not be able to stand here and shoot at the queen rampantly. Even wild dogs They all know that they shouldn't bark at the person who gave it the bone, they are not even as good as a wild dog." A woman sitting in the corner said coldly.

These words were harsh and sharp, and made the wives who were accustomed to subtle sarcasm feel a strange discomfort. They looked over quietly, with a flash of sympathy in their eyes.

The woman with high cheekbones and pale complexion is Countess Xiali. Count Xiali was brought to the trial court of the National Assembly a few days ago and sentenced to multiple charges including "collecting high taxes without authorization" and "raping and murdering innocent women". got the death penalty.

But... the ladies curled their lips, Earl Sharley is not a good thing, his death is not a bad thing.

"But... what's wrong with His Majesty the King?" A woman interjected timidly.

Queen Adele's eyes were red, her tears soaked most of the handkerchief, her voice was hoarse: "The doctor said that he was depressed, and the Palace of Fontainebleau was too humid. Louis felt uncomfortable and wanted to vent."

"I never thought... Oh my God, my Louis, I love him so much, I pray to God to bless my king every night before going to bed, but he has encountered the most horrible thing in the world, I can't be a qualified His wife is by his side, if I could exchange my life for his—"

"Please don't say that! Your Majesty the Queen!" Adele's magistrate knelt at her feet eagerly and sincerely persuaded her, "Your Majesty the King shares the crown with you before the Lord. If Your Majesty is unfortunately called by the Lord, then You are the last heir to the Gaul crown, please do not have such terrible thoughts for the sake of the country and the people, even for the expectations of His Majesty the King!"

She spoke earnestly, but several of the female family members narrowed their eyes at the same time, their thoughts changed, and they began to echo what the female officer said.

While they were talking, a maid came in quietly, curtsied to the queen, and said softly, "The churchgoers are back."

Adele wiped away the tears on her face, sniffed: "Please ask them to meet His Majesty the King."

"Is the priest here?" Someone asked casually.

"Yes, and Mr. Eleanora," Adela said without any abnormality on her face, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with letting his lover come to visit her husband when he was about to die, "Louis before Calling his name all the time, my husband is deeply in love with Mr Elianola and I must grant him this wish."

"You are so merciful and tolerant." Adele's generosity shocked the group of noble ladies, and they bowed their heads to praise Adele with a strange feeling, so they also missed the flash of coldness on her face .

The doctors were taken out of the king's bedroom, the king's quilt was changed, a large amount of frankincense, myrrh, pepper and citrus were thrown into the stove and burned to cover up the strong smell of blood in the room, and the pungent spices Hanging the king's last trace of sanity, he endured the severe pain of having his throat cut open until now.

The doctors forcibly sewed up the king's throat with rough methods, and there was still a lot of black and red blood on the bed sheet. Louis XIII's strong body was sunk in the soft bed, and his obese body was like a deflated balloon, shriveled. The ground was spread out on it, the face full of stubble lost its rosy and healthy blood, and the gray ash of death shrouded the face of the king in his prime like a lingering mist.

His legs were bent in pain, and were forcibly straightened by the servants—twisted into a serene posture suitable for "meeting the Father". He lay upright, his withered fingers unconsciously Trembling, the maid knelt by the bed and stuffed a thin candle into his hand, bending his hand hard to make him hold the candle, but she failed several times, the candle fell into the blood-stained bed , the maid could only pick it up again, wiped off the blood on it with the corner of her skirt, and tried to insert it into the king's hand again.

The king's throat was no longer bleeding, and the tiny pink bubbles were peeled off and gently cracked, sticking to his skin, drying into small lines like fish scales.

He began to roll his eyes upwards vigorously, as if he wanted to roll the whole eyeballs to the back of his head. Edward silently walked up to the maid who was still working hard, took the candle from her hand, and motioned her to leave here. A look of gratitude.

"Almighty and merciful Father, you are merciful and never turn away those who call to you..."

Petrosa smeared cold holy ointment on the king's forehead, palms, and soles of feet, and Edward put the candle directly on the head of the bed.

Ellianora stood a few steps away from the bed, and could clearly see the scene on the bed, with no expression on her face.

"Pious ones, do you have any unfulfilled wishes or orders that you want to entrust to your loved ones?"

I don't know if that sentence was heard by the king, maybe he heard the priest's prayer somewhere, and finally realized vaguely that this is the end of life, and a boiling force of unwillingness drove him to open his eyes. Scanning the surroundings with furious eyes, a devil-like voice roared out from the throat that was cut open and then forcibly stitched together: "Ai—— Lise—!"

This sound is definitely not something that a human can make. Only a devil who has swallowed hot charcoal and burned his throat in hell can make this terrible echo, like the call of a ghost or the scream of a banshee.

His gaze finally settled on the brilliant blond hair beside the bed, ferocious ecstasy burst out from his muddy eyes, and a kind of malice that could not be ignored permeated his heart, making him forget the pain on his body for a moment, and impatiently He opened his blood-stained mouth, revealing blood-red teeth.

"Stay with me... Hu, Hu... He... Come with me..." He tried to grab Elianora with his hands, and the blood choked out of his throat with saliva was full of small bubbles, from the bright The red slowly turned into a weird pink, and the thick black mixed intestines were like sutures on a rag doll, crookedly engraved on Louis XIII's throat.

"Alice - mine!" He struggled to make a final sound, his eyes full of expectation fixed on Elianora, his head was tilted into a strange posture, and he lay there completely motionless.

Hearing the movement, the nobles gathered around the door of the bedroom fell silent, each thinking about their own affairs with ghosts, and finally, Queen Adele, who stood at the front, spoke.

"What a touching love," the king's widow sighed softly, with a soft and gentle voice, like singing a romantic aria in an opera house, with the sadness and emotion in her tone just right, "let us satisfy Your Majesty's last wish." Last wish."

She repeated: "His Majesty's last words demanded that Mr. Ellianora be his property, which violates the will of the Father that all men are equal before him, but Mr. Elianora can be baptized again, as the newborn Living in the monastery as a pious monk, abide by the precepts, maintain the seven virtues, and pray for the well-being of His Majesty the King and you in the afterlife."

Living in a church and living in a monastery are two completely different concepts. The most stringent monastery even requires monks to practice penance, wear robes covering the whole body every day, beat themselves with bitter whips, drink only clean water, and eat the roughest Black bread, stay away from all the enjoyment of music, painting and other beauty, so as to achieve the most "clean" state and maintain devotion to the Lord.

Ellianora didn't mind eating, drinking, or being whipped, but...

The priest closed the king's eyes, like a stranger who had just come here, standing outside the crowd without saying a word, Edward extinguished the candle at hand, and quietly became a transparent onlooker here.

Their silence seemed to give Adela great strength. She stared at Elianora and said softly, "Aren't you willing to pray for His Majesty the King? Even if he still cares about you when he is called by the Lord?"

Elianora suddenly raised her eyes.

Louis XIII loves him, but he loves an imaginary perfect doll, a beautiful woman "Alice" who clings to him like a dodder and dies for him. This imagination can give him a great sense of masculine self-esteem , As for whether Ellianora is willing to be the rose bird in his imagination, this has nothing to do with Ellianora herself.

He showed a sneer, and this smile was like a ray of light, illuminating his already dazzling face: "Yes, I don't want to."

Queen Adele nodded and looked at him with eyes full of regret: "Under your beautiful face, there is such a ruthless heart, which is really frightening."

When she said these words, Adele suddenly felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

This marriage that had tortured her for so long ended completely because of the death of Louis XIII. According to this cruel man, she who had devoted so many years to him was not worthy of having a name. Ra didn't hold any grudges, but it just happened—everything just happened—that she needed someone to distract people from the king's death.

The king's death was a political murder, and the king's erotic anecdote was more beneficial to her.

Paris sounded the death knell for the death of a king, and just a few months after losing a king, another king died.

Louis XIII did not leave any heirs, and Gaul still needed a new monarch before the bill to abolish the monarchy was introduced.

The older male heirs were invariably excluded from the order of succession to the throne. When all parties were fighting over this, a voice from nowhere gradually sounded.

——As the object of the marriage covenant before the Lord, Louis XIII shared the power and glory with the queen, which naturally included the supreme crown, so wouldn't Queen Adele be the most suitable heir to the throne?

The source of this call is unknown, but it somehow got the support of many people, and finally became a cry that swept Paris.

"We want Queen Adele! No ignorant little king!"

Everything became bizarre. The nobles pondered over and over again, and the members of the National Assembly had their own considerations. Adela's inheritance rights were not stable at all. She could be easily established, and she could be easily pulled down from the throne in the future. As a The puppet monarch in the chaotic period, she actually had an unrivaled advantage, so this option, which was originally the most impossible, was unanimously approved.

Queen Adele was successfully crowned Queen of Gaul.

At this time, only three days had passed since the death of Louis XIII.

During the past three days, Eleanora, as a "person related to the death of the king", has attracted the attention of Parisians. The rumor has changed from "the king hopes to die with him before he dies" to "the king wants to die with him, But Ellianora changed her mind before she died, and the affectionate king had no time to stop, so only the king gave his life for love." The chaotic rumors were intertwined, and all kinds of unspeakable eclectic content were gradually added , Elianora's reputation with pink fell to the bottom in an instant, it was related to the death of a king, people avoided it, and all theaters canceled his performance preview.

Four days after the death of Louis XIII, Eleanora became the "man whose beauty made a king die for him" in the city of Paris.