I Am Louis XIV

Everyone knows that the king broke up with his lover Marie Mancini before going to Dunkirk. Perhaps for Louis, sharing power is his greatest gift to love, and for Marie ...these things are not as good as the little rose that the king put in her hair at Versailles.

But no matter what, the king must go. Of course he can hand over this matter to Bishop Mazaran. No, of course he will not do this. How can you easily give up what you have won.

Mary rushed over at the last moment. The king's closeness to her in recent days was not in vain. At least the king's musketeers and cavalry immediately backed away as soon as they saw her. She rested her hand on the gilt frame of the car window, her eyes were full of tears and regret: "Louis," she whispered, "Louis, you must come back! Definitely! I will pray to God and ask him to bless you Return safely!"

Others may not think that praying to God is such a great thing, but Mary is a witch, and the king couldn't reciprocate such passionate emotion, so he quickly pulled off a ring on his finger and put it on Mary's. Thumbs up, "I will be back." He said hastily, and then watched Mary step aside under the support of the Queen Mother's female officer--the previous behavior was already quite rude, and the Queen Mother stood there dignifiedly, giving Seeing his eldest son's last glance of worry and expectation, his younger brother, Philip, Duke of Anjou, rode beside the king's carriage and sent him to Versailles before turning back.

Louis fell on the soft car seat, pressed his forehead, and sighed.

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Bishop Mazarin and Viscount Turenne had already been waiting for the king in a village near Dunkirk, which already belonged to the French. In order to ensure the safety of the king, the residents here were forced to relocate. Only the king's most loyal Soldiers and officers.

But also because it is regarded as the king's palace in Dunkirk, the Viscount Turenne, more correctly, his Captain Vauban, rebuilt this village as an important military fortress, Before the king could see them, he saw the ramparts, the fortifications, the outer walls of the ditch, the ditch and the inner ditch walls, and the new low walls around the villages and towns, behind which sentries walked to and fro, As soon as they saw the king's chariot, a man stepped out and asked the chief officer for a password.

When he heard that it was the king's arrival, the sentinel ran back immediately, and then a dazzling red flag and a French king's flag were raised up. A few minutes later, Viscount Turenne arrived on a flying horse. The king opened the door of the carriage, helped him get off the carriage, then bowed to the king and said, "Your Majesty, please allow me to walk in front of you and lead you the way."

"That's exactly what I expected," Louie said.

Then Viscount Turenne drew out his sword, held it in front of his face, and strode forward. At this time, the guards and musketeers around Louis had dismounted, and their hands were on their muskets and sabers, because the soldiers were coming out from behind the cover, and they were all carrying weapons—the next moment, the king I heard drums beating loudly on both sides. Amidst the rhythmic drumming, a man in Spanish costume came out, holding a key in his hand.

"What a small key it is," said the king, unable to restrain himself.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Viscount Turenne said proudly, "because it only belongs to this town, the key to Dunkirk is much larger. But it will take some time."

"I hope I won't have to wait too long," said the king with a smile.

"There is no doubt, Your Majesty, God is my witness." Viscount Turenne replied quite confidently.

The king took the symbolic key, the soldiers blew the horn, and then the drums, and then the soldiers who left the low wall raised their guns—towards the sky, firing salutes, the Viscount Turenne once again saluted the king. He bowed and brought a horse for the king. After serving the king on the horse, he led the horse to the center of the town, which is the best building here, and according to the king's preference, that is to say, , there are toilets and bathrooms, and repairs have been made-bishop Mazaran is here to meet the king, and he also lives here, because many things need to be discussed with the king.

Some soldiers saw the king for the first time, as well as the king's carriage, which stretched out for a quarter of a mile, which made them curious and surprised. They kept guessing what was in the carriage. What is it? The reason why I didn't guess that the king's lover was sitting in it was because those carriages were completely enclosed without leaving any gaps.

But they soon found out, because the carriage stopped in the town square, and every time something was unloaded on it, it would arouse excited discussions among the soldiers-this was what they needed most, from dried meat to flour, from dried meat to flour. From salt, butter to sugar, as well as coffee and tobacco, and even firearms for the three carriages. When the felt cloth of the last ten open carriages was lifted, the onlookers cheered even more, because there was nothing else inside. These are ten disassembled and bundled cannons.

"We could have had twenty cannons," said the king, "but I think the stomachs of the soldiers should be well armed."

"You can't be more correct than what you said," Viscount Turenne couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, we all know that soldiers might just run away without gunpowder, but it's worse to lose bread than to lose gunpowder."

"But, Your Majesty," Bishop Mazarin said after watching for a while, "how many things here belong to you?"

"All," said Louis, "my soldier, my general, my Monsieur Bishop."

"I mean your clothes, your accessories, your water bottles and chamber pots..." said the Bishop, "and your sheets and pillows. Don't tell me you just came to Dunkirk empty-handed?"

"The Queen Mother has indeed prepared a lot of things for me," said Louis gently. In fact, these carriages were prepared by the Queen Mother. The venerable mother brought his bed, a group of attendants and Maid of honor, but he left them all at Versailles, with all the things the king didn't think he needed to take with him, arguably less than when they first left Paris because of the riots, if I must describe it, probably Just like any man would take on a business trip - he wasn't fleeing a riot this time, he had trusted subordinates here too, the king didn't think he needed to take those \u0026amp; you know, he felt enough Underpants are fine, even if Bangtang is silently angry all the way - don't ask how Louis knows, he probably spends more time with Bangtang than the Queen Mother.

The Bishop sighed.

The king smiled. "Monsieur Bishop," he said, "perhaps you would like to have dinner with me?"

What else could Mr. Bishop do? He could only bow slightly, "My honor, Your Majesty."

"Don't be unhappy," said the king, "we found a whole brood of quail on the way."

"Today is Lent," said the Bishop angrily.

"But when I found them, they were swimming in the pond. By convention, Mr. Bishop, they are fish, and we can eat fish during Lent."

"Well, then it must be the devil's quail," said the Bishop; "I have never seen a quail swimming in water."

"Then we shall eat them all the more," said the King, smiling, "and let them suffer in our stomach hell."

Speaking of this, even the Bishop had nothing to say, he slipped away under the pretext of praying, and when only the Viscount Turenne was in the study with the king, the king took out a large stack of money orders from Amsterdam, Of course he is more willing to support the French bankers, but these are for the 6,000 British soldiers sent by the Lord Protector Cromwell, because the Amsterdam bank has to go to Amsterdam to exchange the money order of more than 600 florins. The king asked Fouquet to convert all of them into less than 600 florins, so as to avoid disputes over exchange among British officers, so there was such a large stack.

When Viscount Turenne took them, his hands were trembling: "Your Majesty..."

"Don't thank me," said the king, "thank the ladies, they are so brave." This is the money for the last batch of mirabilis flower powder and rose rouge. The small boxes and small jars of the pharmacy sold amazing prices in Paris - it was the first time that the king knew that there was such a profession as a purchasing agent in Paris in the seventeenth century - after the ladies in Paris bought the cosmetics, they kept their own For their own sake, the others were all sold to outsiders at several times the price. It is said that there have been counterfeit king's makeup in more distant places.

Of course, on hearing this, the King sent his musketeers to investigate the matter, and confiscated all the ill-gotten gains.

"You wrote to me last time... that Cromwell sent his... New Model Army?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Viscount Turenne said, "Come to the window, you can see them training."