I Am Louis XIV

  Chapter 101 Dunkirk's City Entry Ceremony (2)

What makes people feel amazing is that the guard on duty also knew this lady. When she appeared young, she was the love of the Count of D'Artagnan here. She had a low status and a plain appearance. The beauty of her figure, especially the slender waist that could be broken at any time, made the newly promoted Mr. Earl linger. The only thing that made him regret was that this lady was from a commoner, and her hands and feet were not as expensive as the court. Small and smooth like a woman.

The lady showed the guards her basket, which contained only bread and berries, so the guards let her into the camp—a street that was commandeered, and they watched her walk slowly into the small building where the officer was, While soothing the grown-up's body and mind, she also had to tidy up his room and prepare meals for him, after all, she was nominally a hired servant - a few minutes later, a handsome musketeer came out, his face with The curly hair made the guards feel a little familiar and a little unfamiliar. It felt like those people who often passed in front of you but you didn't know... The gentleman did not leave the street, but gathered towards the musketeers. The place went, so the guards withdrew their eyes and continued to watch the place beyond the fortification with vigilant eyes.

The Musketeer looked up at the place that was no more than five hundred feet away from her. The king's quarters were layered. The outermost was the army, and then there were the guards. After the guards were the Musketeers and the knights. She was guarded by them like jewels in the crown. There was a square between her and the king's room, and in the middle of the square was a fountain. Several musketeers were talking by the fountain with their sabres, and they were very relaxed. .

The lady disguised as a musketeer stood there, flipping her shoulder-straps in a leisurely fashion—almost all of her clothes had come from the Count D'Artagnan's trunk, and the shoulder-straps were folded over the bread. At the bottom of the basket, the front is bright red and the back is green, even if the guard finds her, it can be interpreted as a small gift for her lover, she rubbed oil on her face, and then rubbed powder (by the way, These are the count's favorite things in the little drawer), eyebrows deepened with charcoal, thanks to the king's distaste for beards, she abridged a formality - she came closer, and she was found by the musketeers, the musketeers When asked where he was from, she said that she was the attendant of the Bishop of Mazarin, from Paris, and had urgent business to see the Bishop.

   "Where's your servant?" the musketeer asked. Generally speaking, the servants beside the king and the bishop are nobles, and they always have a servant with them.

   "I was left outside," she said. She had been with the count for a while, and of course she knew how they treated outsiders.

   "Where's your license and identification?"

   She took it out, and the documents were carefully kept in a hard leather bag, very clean and neat, without a trace of folding, and the wax on the signature was very clear.

   "All right," said one of the Musketeers, "I'll take you to Mr. Bishop."

But just walking around the corner of the corridor, the gentleman was knocked unconscious and hid behind a statue, and then the lady turned her shoulder straps over again, pretended to be the king's musketeer, and swaggered towards The room most likely to be used by the king.

   She knew she had guessed right when she saw Bontang, the king's most trusted servant.

When the king suddenly fell silent, Mr. Bishop showed a puzzled look. A gray-blue cat crawled out of the king's pocket, making a threatening sound of purring. The king made a gesture to Mr. Bishop, slowly. Slowly opened the drawer, revealing a short crossbow inside.

When the uninvited guest with a contemptuous smile crossed the fallen Bontang and pushed open the door, a light shadow suddenly grabbed her, she found herself suddenly unable to move, and then she saw the king and the The crossbow in the hands of the king.

   It may have been only a second before Louis pressed the trigger and the arrow went straight through the opponent's chest, her eyes widened in surprise.

   It was only then that the Bishop cried out: "God!" he cried: "This is Milady, Your Majesty, my secret spy!"

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Mr. Bishop almost changed his head. In Mr. Bishop's evaluation, there is nothing wrong with this damned Mrs. Milady, except for the self-willed pride that women often have. She is beautiful, but more The most important thing is to master and utilize people's hearts. This is almost a kind of talent. From the time she was a child, to the next ten years, she has benefited a lot from this talent, and even crossed the original class. Although she has also fallen on it, she has more victories. Perhaps because of this, when Mr. Bishop called her to Dunkirk to meet the king, she did not obey orders as meekly as others, was promptly introduced to the king.

   She had the heart to show up in front of the king - what could be better than jumping over the king's army, guards and musketeers, going straight to the king, and trampling those arrogant naive lads underfoot? Milady is a ruthless person, to her, even the bishop is just a step on the noble ladder.

There is another secret that she doesn't want to tell anyone for the time being, that is, she wants to arouse the king's interest in her. She has no background, let's just say it directly, she is not even qualified to be the king's lover or an official royal wife, but In France, in front of an adult king, in front of a master who must back down even a bishop, who can shake his mind? no one! Thinking that the most honorable person could not help but submit to her skirt, Milady couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

  Er, her thoughts are indeed special and reasonable, but she probably didn't expect the ending to be like this...

Was she lucky enough to survive under that short crossbow, or was it because her corset and the next room were the two monks of the Inquisition, when she woke up, her first words were, "Where did I show a flaw? "

   Mr. Bishop glared at her: "You shouldn't pretend to be the King's Musketeer, he knows every one of them,"

   "The king's musketeers are a hundred and twenty," said Madame Milady weakly. "Does he remember everyone?"

   "More than that, His Majesty remembers their family, their wives, their children, and their close friends." That's why Bontang never put musketeers who were related or friends on duty on the same day.

   Milady was quiet for a while. "It seems that our king is quite a cautious man," she said.

   "So," Mr. Bishop revealed her extravagant hopes mercilessly: "You made him very angry."

"He should be mad at those gentlemen," Milady said languidly, in fact she was not as weak as others thought, she could endure pain and adapt quickly to roles, sliding her fingers on the blanket Slip on and off, enjoying the smooth feel of the fine wool.

   "Do you know who the king has sent to watch over you?" said the Bishop, "Come in, gentlemen."

   Two musketeers came in. "One I think you recognize, of course, our Monsieur d'Artagnan, but he is no longer the acting captain of the guard."

  D'Artagnan stared at Milady, his eyes seemed to burst into flames: "Long time no see, my love," he said through gritted teeth, "I didn't expect you to have such a prominent position."

This is obviously ironical, Milady doesn't care, but she can't help frowning in her heart, because she understands the king's intention, D'Artagnan is not a good thing, she makes him punished by the king, and it is possible Shaking the king's trust in him, and she failed to win the king's favor, he would definitely be a very difficult opponent.

   As for the other, "I am Henry Dallamitz, ma'am, and by your grace, I am now your caretaker."

   He was the poor fellow who was knocked out by Milady.

"This is wonderful." Facing the two unfortunate victims, Milady not only did not feel fear or guilt, but clapped his palms triumphantly: "Wonderful, two honorable captains come to be me It is an honor to be the guard of this humble man!"

The reason why she is so arrogant is not unreasonable. She is in a comfortable room, not in a prison, and there are two fierce guards. Milady, with her past experience, knows that the king is not because of her arrogance. Anger, on the contrary, was like facing a rebellious falcon who was training her to be obedient.

D'Artagnan and Daramiz are the most angry, because of their negligence, they not only lost their positions, but also lost the qualification to accompany the king into the city, even the most common soldier is enjoying When the battle of Dunkirk was won, they were staying with a criminal.

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"The real name of your secret probe?" Louis asked when he changed into the heavy coat that was hard and heavy because of too much gold and silver inlaid with gems and pearls - because Milady is French for The meaning of "Madame" may be a real name for ordinary people, but it is definitely a pseudonym for spies.

   "Too many, Your Majesty." The Cardinal himself put on the golden cross for Louis, "Fonda, Jeanne, Julie, Pauline... Just remember that she is Milady in front of you."

   "Is she your relative?" Louis asked.

   "How is that possible," Mr. Bishop took two steps back and looked at it with satisfaction: "Although there are wizards among my relatives, there are no devils."

   "Please tell me," said the king.

"If you don't mention me, your majesty," said Mr. Bishop, who put the knife in the king's hand, but did not let him kill himself: "I saw Milady when she was ten years old, and two Young people dueling for her—you know, Henry IV banned people from dueling for various reasons, and I saw it and sent my squires to stop it, and then…”

   "Then she picked up her skirt and ran over to yell at me."

   "Doesn't she know you are Mr. Bishop?"

   "I was out in plain clothes, but I knew it when I put her in jail."

   "Why did she scold you?"

Mr. Bishop showed a wonderful smile: "Because she failed to see the blood and death she wanted, Your Majesty."

   (end of this chapter)