I Am Louis XIV

Chapter 57: not a pleasant victory

   Chapter 57 Unpleasant Victory

The king and his party crossed another square in the dark, where there had just been a small battle, the soldiers had dispersed, the wounded lay groaning, and some shameless thugs were sneaking from the dark corners Running out, rummaging through the dead for valuables, straps, coats, belts, or boots—some were not quite dead, but after all the tossing they were.

The passing wagons and musketeers, and the monks startled them, and they fled back to their dens at once like rats exposed to the light, shining eyes peeking out from behind boxes or windows, Maybe someone saw the robes of the monks, and they cried low and painfully, begging for a chance to repent, but neither the king nor Elarius meant to stop, so did the monks, they were the spears of God Yu shield, but not his hands to appease mortals, they are more willing and better at exorcising evil than promoting goodness. For Louis, they might as well claim that they were attacked by ghouls or vampires, and maybe there will be others Come down and find out.

  They went all the way to the Church of Saint-Pierre until they finally found a bridge over the Seine that had not been blocked or burned, and after crossing the Seine, they set off to the southwest.

It may be only a thousand feet, or fifteen hundred feet, and the carriage is forced to stop again, and in the mist of the night appears a neat and powerful army, and the reason why I say that is because of the Duke of Mortmar Didn't hear those familiar noises, and in this day and age, it's simply not feasible to keep soldiers disciplined with steel, like those recruited by General Schumberg, who are guaranteed to use their weapons when It's a blessing not to hit one's own people, and not to leave the line while marching, not to mention other things, sometimes it's hard for even officers to make sure they won't make mistakes, dueling over personal grievances before going to war, or Disobeying the orders of the superiors, it is common for them to go their own way with a **** spirit - so it is completely normal for hundreds or thousands of people to be together, making noises and babbling.

The legions they encountered were completely different. They were all wearing black coats, white shirts, gray trousers, and bright red sashes slung over the officers' shoulders. The duke looked away and looked at the king's shoulders. The shoulder straps were also bright red, and the leading officer had already dismounted twenty feet from the carriage. He didn't look like a Frenchman, and then the duke heard him speak, and sure enough, it wasn't, but he was very kind to the king. Respect - they speak in Low German, the duke has learned the language, but is not so proficient, so he can only understand a few words, but seeing such a scene, connecting with the previous things, what else does not understand Woolen cloth?

The Duke of Mortemar stayed with the Prince of Condé for so long, but he had never heard of the king having such an army... Although it is also said that there was a general from the Holy Roman Empire who served the king, and Turenne The viscount also joined the king's command, but some people said that the general was only hired by the bishop of Mazarin. Once the king returned to Paris, their contract would be terminated naturally, and no one would care what happened to a foreigner— As for Viscount Turenne, he didn't seem to have appeared with the king. It seemed that he disappeared after leaving Hertel. Prince Condé looked for him, but to no avail.

Now that this... General Schumberg has appeared, then the Viscount Turenne is probably also leading his army somewhere ready to go, while the Prince of Condé is still ignorant and ignorant with the Duke of Gaston, who he believes to be the enemy. Life and Death - The Duke of Mortmar thinks of the job that the king gave him, yes, the king would not want to see one of the two sides completely overpower the other, after all, for hunters, there is no better ending than The prey killed each other until the last moment, draining every drop of blood in the body is the best.

   "Has Turena already in Saint-Gervais?"

   "Yes, Your Majesty," said Schaumberg. "His herald has just left me."

   "Now..." the king asked, and Schaumberg immediately took out the bell, "It's four o'clock."

"Five o'clock," said the king, "you can attack the rebels in Paris." He smiled vaguely: "We just passed the Place de la Bastille, where the Prince of Condé and the Duke of Guise had a fight. battle."

General   Schaumberg immediately showed a concerned look: "I hope you are not in danger."

   "It's not me who is in danger," said the king, "Prince Condé shouldn't go too far, you can..." He pondered for a moment: "I don't really want to hear that he left Paris."

   He adjusted his shoulder straps gloomily: "I heard that the Spanish messengers are in close contact with him."

General   Schaumberg immediately bowed his head in obedience.

"But if possible," said Louis finally reluctantly, "please make sure his life is safe," General Schaumberg readily agreed. Unexpectedly, when Louis stepped on the pedal of the carriage, he said: "However, General, please also tell Viscount Turenne that if there is any possibility of harming you in this process, then It doesn't matter if I give up." He said simply: "Kong Dai is dead or alive, it doesn't matter to me, but you are completely different."

The Duke of Mortmar looked at the general's face almost at the same time. The general may not have understood it for a while, but when the carriage began to move, the duke saw the general bent down deeply until he couldn't look again. so far.

   "Your Majesty," said the Duke of Mortemar after a long silence, "you will surely be envied by many in the future."

   "Huh?" Louis looked up from the stack of letters that General Schumberg had just handed him. "Of course," he said, "I am the King of France."

   The presiding judge, who was still allowed to ride with the king and the duke, laughed heartily.

Paris was finally left behind by them, and even if they didn't look, the three of them knew who the final winner would be. To say, behind this young king, there may be a cunning and cunning Bishop of Mazarin to control and teach him, but the Duke As the presiding judge saw, this king also had an enviable talent, which they did not see in Prince Condé or the Duke of Gaston. It was just out of their own minds, that they would travel in the future. Wonderfully quiet.

They entered Versailles at dawn. Although it was only a few months, Versailles was no longer what it used to be. The small building used by Louis XIII as a hunting palace was added like wings. The Wings - The additional rooms made the members of the royal family living here a lot more comfortable. Although the king did not ask the musketeers to report, as soon as his carriage entered the courtyard, he saw the Queen Mother Anne hurriedly walking down the steps. But she couldn't be faster than the king's younger brother Philip. He rushed forward, hugged Louis' waist tightly, and put his forehead on Louis' shoulder. He was only two years younger than Louis, and the twelve-year-old boy had taken the form of an adult like a newborn arbor, but he was still wearing a nightgown instead of pajamas.

  Louis stroked his younger brother's back, "I've always been worried about you," Philip said, his eyes reflecting the light of torches - apparently it wasn't just because he had bright eyes.

"It's nothing." Louis said, "I said I would also leave Paris." When he decided to send the Queen Mother and Philip away first, it was not easy, because Philip thought it was himself who should stay, not the king. The Queen Mother persuaded him, and Louis was relieved. After all, he did not want to tell Philip directly that General Schumberg and Viscount Turenne would not accept another person, even if it was the transfer of the king's brother-if he could, Then Louis might be about to make a decision he didn't want to make.

"But this is the last time," said the king, taking his brother's shoulders by the shoulders, and walking toward his mother, "I swear to you." He said, "When we return to Paris, there will be no one, To be able to drive us away again—and we shall truly be the masters of this city, as our fathers and grandfathers were—I will throw a great feast for you to complete your 'suspender' ceremony." He lengthened With a long sigh, "I'm really fed up with skirts, and so are you."

   "I don't hate it so much," Wangdi said, "but I also want to be like you, brother, I want to be a general so that I can fight for you."

   "Yes," said the king, when they had come before the queen mother, the king stepped forward, took his mother's hand, and kissed it on his lips.

Then came the Queen Mother of England and the eldest princess Henrietta, who were still under the protection of the French king, and finally Marie Mancini. She didn't even wait for the king to speak first, but jumped on him and put her face on him. Buried in his still very thin chest.

What surprised Louis was that the younger brother Philip didn't say anything, you know, maybe because he stayed more with the Queen Mother, Philip valued etiquette very much and didn't like anyone except himself and their mother. , so close to the king - later Louis learned that when he was still in Paris, the king's brother, who was forced to return to Versailles first, was able to suppress his anxiety and wait patiently because of Mary's raven. .

   In other words, have I been spied on by you all the time?

   So both were punished for it.

  ———

   Just when the king's younger brother Philip and the little witch Mary were both scowling at a set of considerable tomes and biting their quills in a daze, the long-awaited news finally came.

  Paris is back in the hands of the king.

The Duke of Gaston and his daughter, the Duchess of Montpensier, were captured, the Duke of Guise surrendered, but the Prince of Condé fled.

   (end of this chapter)

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