I Am Louis XIV

Prince Condé stood there for a while, deeply surprised, because although he knew the existence of the other world, had hunted and killed werewolves, and made friends with wizards, he was still very unfamiliar with the race of vampires, and he also He didn't think that the people around him would have anything to do with vampires, he thought of Bishop Mazaran, and wondered whether the appearance of vampires was related to the conflict between the inner world and the outer world, but at this moment, an ominous rustle came from the forest With the sound, the three men immediately tensed up. Prince Condé picked up a branch with a stride and pointed it at the place where the sound came from.

But soon, the person who appeared in front of them made them laugh with surprise, because it was the sister of the Prince of Condé, the wife of the Duke of Longueville. Seeing his younger brother, he rushed towards him. Prince Condé didn't even have time to drop the branch. He could feel his sister's hot tears dripping on his shoulders, which made the heroic general soften his heart.

Mrs. Longueville hugged her lost and recovered brother tightly for a long time before throwing herself into her husband's arms. Perhaps it was because they had indeed been threatened horribly. Mrs. Longueville had always been frank about her husband who was twice her age She also became kind and amiable, she kissed her husband, and tolerantly hugged that little uncle, Prince Conti, whom she didn’t like, but Prince Conti kept smiling and didn’t care, to be more precise, since he When I wake up and know that I will never be imprisoned or executed again, I have that playboy frivolity again.

Following Mrs. Longueville was the wife of Prince Condé, the niece of Richelieu. She was once the enemy of Prince Condé and others, but when Richelieu died, she was reborn because of their common enemy. However, Maza became an ally of the prince. What happened today was really surprising. Prince Condé could not continue to maintain his previous indifferent attitude. He extended his hand to his wife, and she immediately ran over happily. Kissing him lightly was more like a reward than love, but it was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

"I don't want to disturb you, Your Highness."

Prince Condé raised his head and saw the Duke of La Rochefoucauld walking out of the shadow cast by the dense branches and leaves with a smile. Of course, men in this era would never let women and children go on the road alone unless they didn't know it. The two ladies must have someone to protect them - and the Duke of La Rochefoucauld may be the most suitable person, and those vampires... those people in the other world, I am afraid that they have an inexplicable relationship with the Duke ——The Prince of Condé once heard the priests around him complain that the Duke of La Rochefoucaud might have had an affair with some dark creatures, but as a man, he thought it was understandable, but even if the Prince of Condé did not care much about the affairs of the other world, Knowing that those "people" just now were not ordinary small characters, maybe he also re-evaluated the weight of the Duke of La Rochefoucauld in his heart.

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld took a look at the carriage left by the vampires. The carriage was spacious and the horses were strong. There was no problem in carrying four men. Mrs. Vere sat together: "I took two coachmen," he said: "Your Majesty, please sit with your wife, and the Duke of Longueville with his wife, and I sit with the Prince of Conti. .”

"That's good." Prince Condé felt a little tired at this moment, "Just do as you say, François, my friend, but please tell me first, where are we going?"

"Go to Bordeaux first," the Duke of La Rochefoucauld jumped into the carriage and temporarily acted as the driver: "The Duke of Enghien (son of Prince Condé) and your loyal courtiers and soldiers are waiting for you there."

"Wait." Prince Conti asked suddenly: "Where is our mother?" According to his understanding of the old prince's wife, she should be here, and there are his two sons here.

"The old lady is in Paris," said the Duke of La Rochefoucauld.

"Why is she still there?" In a Paris without a king, queen dowager, or bishop, full of thugs and conspirators, the Prince of Condé pushed his wife away and cast an angry look at her, "Why didn't she with you?"

"because……"

"Because of my mother, she is running out of time." Unexpectedly, it was Mrs. Longueville who broke the deadlock for the Prince's wife this time. Her eyes were filled with tears, which made them sparkle in the moonlight. Like a sparkling lake: "Mother insisted on staying in Paris."

"How can you allow that?"

"She is for you, Your Highness." The Duke of La Rochefoucauld said: "A few days after the king left Paris, Gaston, the Duke of Orleans, appeared. It is said that he is trying to win the title of 'acting king' from the High Court. When it came to this, the Duke of La Rochefoucauld showed a contemptuous smile, and then became serious again: "When you are fighting bloody battles, Your Highness, she will not allow others to easily take away your achievements , she must remain in Paris."

Prince Condé was silent. He knew that the old prince's wife and their mother, Charlotte de Morency, were Henry IV's disreputable lover. Because of this, the former Prince Condé had to flee abroad. In order not to be persecuted by jealous rivals, Charlotte de Morancy even confronted the Queen Mother Marie Medici when she was the most favored, and she received innumerable wealth from Henry IV , contacts and power, even Prince Condé could not be sure whether she loved Henry IV or hated him.

The only thing that is certain is that this old lady must love her children very much, especially Prince Condé. She has been doomed by doctors and priests to leave this filthy world soon, but not only did she not set foot on it safely. On the contrary, the last journey was like a candle burning to the end, frantically using his last bit of strength, he became the person who hindered Gaston, the Duke of Orleans, and the royalists in Paris.

"Let us go," said Madame Longueville. "Don't waste your mother's efforts in vain."

Prince Condé was silent for a moment, then finally gave up resistance and stepped into the carriage.

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld sighed softly, and by luck, when he returned to the Louvre from the Bois de Boulogne, ready to surrender to Cardinal Mazarin, his servants ran to deliver After hearing the news that the three princes of Condé had been arrested by the bishop, he couldn't help but knelt on the ground immediately, thanking God, but thanking God is thanks to God, when Mrs. Longueville came to beg him to rescue Condé When the prince was waiting for others, the first thing he thought of was the enemy of God.

He didn't expect that things would be so easy. Amon, his master in another world agreed to his request so simply, and he didn't care about the good show that he couldn't see. The descriptive nature made the Duke of La Rochefoucauld very worried—if the guards of the Castle of Vincennes discovered their plot and chased them out, the servants he stayed here might not be able to guarantee the safety of His Royal Highness, but let the Amon agreed to his request again, and the Duke of La Rochefoucauld did not think he had such luck.

The carriage carrying the Prince of Condé drove out of the forest, into the mist of dawn, towards Bordeaux.

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On the same night, the queen mother and king of France had also come to a remote town, because Saint-Germain-en-Laye had been surrounded by several rebellious towns. This time they had to choose other roads. Fortunately, this time they left not In such haste, they took all the jewels and money orders they could.

The people in this small town should have been curious about such nobles, but because there are too many important officials and nobles who escaped from Paris recently, and there are quite a few passing here, so they still hope to get money from them , After getting some rewards, they walked away contentedly - in this town, the only thing that can accommodate the king's party is a dilapidated place that doubles as a tavern and a hotel. After seeing the room, the attendants thought that the Queen Mother Better to rest in the carriage with the king, and as for the food they provided, Bontang - he was just lucky to be thrown in a storeroom before, and suffered nothing except a little blood loss and a few bites from rats A great deal of harm - checked as the king requested, and found that only raw eggs could be placed on a nobleman's plate after being washed and boiled, and the king gave him a sum of money to go to town and find more and begged his musketeers and attendants not to eat the poor sawdust bread, the milk with grass stalks and cow dung floating in it, or the old biltong, that was the only protection he could have, really. It cannot withstand abnormal wear and tear.

Just when the king bit the egg and returned to the carriage in a rare disregard of his manners, he saw the female officer beside the queen mother standing beside the carriage, saying something to Mary. The little witch lowered her head with a displeased expression on her face. .

As soon as Mary saw the approaching king, she jumped at the lady's disapproving eyes and hugged the king's waist. Louis stroked her fluffy hair, "What's the matter, ma'am," he said to the Queen Mother. The female officer nodded, "Did Mary make any mistake?"

The female officer saluted the king first, and then said helplessly: "She talked and touched a commoner."

The king immediately understood that for people in the court, it would be regarded as a rather rude behavior for a person of low status to talk to a person of higher status, and a nobleman should not directly talk to a person. When speaking to common people, she should ask her servants to convey or indicate that Mary's current status is almost equal to that of a princess or even a princess. Her father and uncle expected that Mary, who was of an ordinary background, could become the wife of a duke or prince—so, acting too frivolously like this is unavoidable to be criticized.

"She's a child. Madame," said Louis, "she'll see."

Now that the king said so, the lady couldn't pursue it any further. She could only bow her knees to the king again and walk away. Mary giggled in the king's ear, then pulled the king and came to the commoner. The middle-aged man with a sad face has a pair of slender and white hands that look like nobles.

The king cast a questioning look, and Mary said in a small voice, "Your Majesty, he is a potion master."