I Am Louis XIV - Chapter 553
Chapter 553 Mrs. Montespan bids us farewell (middle)
Actually, as a witch. Mrs. Montespan has more means to maintain her beauty – like the old Elizabeth Bathory, who bathed in the blood of a maiden and was still like a delicate flower bud at the age of forty, but such things will definitely touch When the king’s bottom line is met, let alone whether Louis XIV is willing to be intimate with her, she may be expelled from Versailles.
“I didn’t call you,” said Mrs. Montespan, “how did you think of visiting me?”
“It is so,” said August politely, “I hear that you are dissatisfied with the king’s will, ma’am.” Normally, he should call Madame Montespan mother or mother, but whatever Whether it was out of respect or intimacy, he couldn’t do it, so he called her Madame just like everyone else—a title Mrs. Montespan should be used to, but it sounded particularly harsh today: “I want you to Yes, although I know that you made such a rude… sacrifice for me, Madam, I don’t think there is anything wrong with the decision made by Your Majesty.”
Mrs. Montespan turned her head, her eyes widened, the bath water was hot, but she felt chills all over her body: “Have you not seen the will?”
“I’ve seen it,” said August. “I’m going to Montreal next year, or the year after, to be governor there.”
Mrs. Montespan looked at him intently, making sure that he really understood and was not ignorant, deceived, and couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry: “Do you know what you are doing?”
“Isn’t it enough? Madame,” said Auguste, “I haven’t even stepped into the field, and I don’t have the talent of Colbert or the Marquis of Lois to be a governor.”
“But that’s just the Governor! Not the Duchy! Your title is the Duke of Montreal! It’s meant to be yours!”
“Your Majesty has indeed granted me a territory.”
“A little leftovers.”
“…Even the Grand Condé, or the Duke of Vendôme, would rejoice at this reward.”
“You are the son of the Sun King!”
“Or else?” August explained patiently: “Madam, it is precisely because I am the king’s son that I have such privilege and grace.”
“You have four brothers, one who is about to inherit all of France, Lorraine and Alsace, one who is already king of Spain, and a duke of Hallebourg – who, when the Viscount Turenne has returned to Paris, is the undisputed king of the Netherlands. Lord, there’s another, who can be King of Italy in a year or two while you’re sent to Montreal in a dreadful mess!” cried Madame Montespan in a low voice, if little Louis and Xia were She could bear it – after all, they were born in wedlock, and their mother was the eldest princess of Spain, so the Duke of Halebur and the Duke of Colonna were the most unbearable for her!
The former’s mother was just a werewolf who could only serve as a gladiatorial animal and experimental material in the wizarding world, while the latter’s mother was her mortal enemy—even though Marie Mancini probably didn’t look at her, Mrs. Montespan did. She was full of jealousy and hatred, when I first saw her.
“It’s a bit complicated,” Auguste said distressedly. His mother was far smarter than other women, and even some men, but her narrow vision and mind turned this smartness into a thorn. Others and their own weapons: “You should read the newspaper~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ah, mother, it is impossible for His Majesty to make any decision that has nothing to do with the country or even the whole world.”
Sure enough, Mrs. Montespan showed anger, and then contempt: “It’s only a fool like you who doesn’t know, those things have always been the mouthpiece of the king, and what he wants them to say is what,” she stood from the bathtub. When he got up, August turned his head hastily. When he turned around again, Madame Montespan had already put on a light nightgown, and the bright and silky satin was flowing down her shoulders like water, and gathered around her. Between her curled legs, “He just prefers… those lowly things…” she said through gritted teeth, each word was deep and sharp.
Auguste raised his eyes and glanced at his mother. He was deeply troubled and troubled. He rarely got along with Mrs. Montespan for a long time. It was not the queen or his own unwillingness, but Mrs. Montespan. Busy, spending hours a day dressing up and dressing up, and then entertaining her guests in the salon, accepting their flattery and courting, and, of course, bribes, and at night she either Dancing until dawn in candlelight and music, or spending a fortune at the gaming table, or drinking champagne and getting drunk, is the only person who can spare her time is His Majesty the King—August? Isn’t it enough to have a queen and a wet nurse?
This behavior made the real mother and son quite estranged. Although at the request of the queen, August went back to visit his biological mother every once in a while, but even if Mrs. Montespan occasionally had time to spend with August Talking especially, what they get is only more and more embarrassment and helplessness – the women around Auguste, from the Queen Mother, the Queen to the Duchess of Montpensier and other noble girls, are all rational than emotional. Type – After all, they have made a career with the support of their husbands, sons and cousins, but how can people with their own ideals and goals be short-sighted and frivolous?
“You don’t look like my son,” said Mrs. Montespan, adding viciously: “Neither do you look like your father’s.”
This sentence successfully stimulated August. His background was not so honorable, and it was his own mother who hurt him. It was really difficult for him to accept, but his face was flushed, but he still couldn’t speak. A bad word, or any violent act, didn’t even mean to get up and leave the room.
Madame Montespan was not happy, but even more annoyed. She looked at Auguste’s face carefully. Auguste was her and the king’s only son, but in terms of character and appearance, he was nothing to them. Similarities, he was very cute when he was a child, but when he grew up, because he was too slender, he would make people feel unreliable. As for his personality, if the crown prince, little Louis, was once worried about being too gentle, then he was recognized as weak and slow. .
A voice that seemed to have existed for a long time resounded in Mrs. Montespan’s heart, is this really her and the king’s child? Or did the queen swap him with the other children? This thought almost turned into unshakable certainty after August’s last words.
“Anyway…” August said sadly: “Don’t disobey His Majesty’s will any more. I am very willing to accept the king’s assignment, and I don’t feel wronged at all.”
After , he jumped up quickly and ran away as if he had completed an important and difficult task.
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August was troubled by his biological mother’s… greed and short-sightedness, so he had to come to her as soon as possible. He had no choice but to say something that would make her unhappy.
Mrs. Montespan’s previous behavior had already angered everyone present, and when the rumors spread, the situation would be even more unfavorable to her – he was especially worried that he would go to Montreal in the future, and there would be no transit people.
Madame Montespan thought her son was an idiot, outright, but she probably didn’t know that in the eyes of Versailles, she was the idiot who didn’t know what to do.
Madame Montespan may be a wise man, but at Versailles, isn’t that man shrewd and proficient? When she was young, she was displaced with Varo Vesalius and her mother, and then spent her girlhood in a closed monastery. No matter how smart and ambitious she was, what kind of knowledge could she gain from books and prayers with experience? She only relied on the teaching and cold heart of the bishop of the Roman church in the following years.
She sold her former owner to Louis, and Louis just needed such a role to achieve his long-cherished wish, but all her previous shallow experience, in front of people like the Queen Mother and the Duke of Vendôme, is like a A thin piece of vellum can be broken with a poke like that, and the conflict with His Majesty the King does not look at her side. Has the Duke of Vendôme decided to find a new royal lady for His Majesty?
Auguste saw and heard more than Madame de Montespan, for the Madame probably never looked down, and her eyes were either on the king, or on the Duke of Orleans, the Duchess of Montpensier , The Duke of Vendôme, Prince Conti and other real-power figures, even the Queen Mother and Queen are not in her eyes, and their status is slightly lower, such as the Marquis of Bregui, Jean Barr or Villar. Man, she didn’t even look at it.
As for the attendants and servants of the Palace of Versailles, let alone the servants, Madame Montespan regarded them as tools and livestock, but did not know that these servants, the female officials all have surnames, and the servants are also intertwined – Champagne, Molière His family is the kind of family that has served the royal family for hundreds of years and will continue to serve. Their influence in the Palace of Versailles is not even dared to underestimate the Bontang, and the Duke of Orleans has placed and bought a lot of “birds” in it. bird”.
It can be said that in Versailles and Paris, there are very few people who really like this royal lady. Louis is out of respect for the lady and tolerance for his subordinates.
The Queen Mother is contemptuous, the Queen is indifferent, as for the Duchess of Montpensier—Madame Montespan probably won’t believe it—it was out of pity, she saw what happened to Madame Montespan at a glance, and would give her a little kindness. It’s a pity that Mrs. Montespan didn’t notice it and thought she was playing the duchess in her palm.
In another group hunt of His Majesty the King, there may be 150 nobles and hundreds of family members and servants involved, and among these people, there may be only two people who do not know that the king’s new royal wife has been selected and selected properly , she was hiding in the carriage of the Duke of Vendôme, pressing her beating heart.
At his age, the Duke of Vendôme can of course only be a diners and spectators, but today his focus is not on hunting. Although he was not only a good hand when he was young, he was also very keen on chasing foxes and rabbits, but… He smiled slightly. , even seventy years ago, with such a beautiful woman in a carriage with him, his mind would not be on hunting.
This lady, handpicked by the Bourbons, was sixteen years old, the daughter of the old Count of Lucelle, of good upbringing—traditional, meaning, stupid and naive enough, when she was young It is seen that the future is promising, just like every family with a daughter, her parents also hope that she can become the darling of His Majesty the King in the future, a royal wife recognized by law.
From her hair to her skin, from her nails to her toes, this lovely lady Angelique was made almost exactly to the liking of men, and there was no flaw in her body (this was checked by the Duchess of Montpensier herself). ), what she hasn’t said yet, but what everyone knows is that Angelique still looks a little like Marie Mancini, with a gesture of fearlessness, and the Duke of Vendôme has no doubts at all. His Majesty the King would immediately be attracted to her.
The only problem is that she’s not married yet, but that’s okay, once the king is moved, they’ll let the person who should have been arranged to marry her, and then she’ll go to the Duchess of Montpensier as a maid, and her The husband would go to Montreal to serve and not come back for ten years—they probably didn’t even need to see each other, and saved Mrs. Montespan the trouble.
How Mrs. Montespan’s husband died suddenly when he was in his prime… and no one wants to mention it now, it’s a scandal, especially since she finally had a son with His Majesty the King. It is said that Mrs. Montespan’s husband knew that she was intending to take the position of the royal lady, so he gave up his career and returned home in a rage, and swore that he would never let this woman go. Love it and hate it, his friends and relatives know it.
“I…can I do this?” Angelique said uneasily, touching the ribbon and roses on her head.
“Yes, I guarantee that His Majesty the King will fall in love with you at once.” The Duke of Vendome knew why Angelique was uneasy. From the window of the carriage, the ladies outside were all dressed up like A blooming flower – as France gradually became more stable and prosperous, everyone from the common people to the nobles began to dress up as best they could. There are more and more pleats, denser and denser embroidery, and higher and higher wigs – wigs that were originally just to cover up the lack of hair and baldness are now used to build up buns, decorated with various or exquisite or novelty…
Little Falcon narrowed her eyes to let go of the bun decoration that was swept over by a lady. She thought she saw a chief, or a great chief, otherwise there would not be such a big feather crest. The lady was reminded by her companion. Xia turned around and said sorry to Xiao Falcon with a smile—a few days ago, she would have thought nothing happened.
But it’s different now, this Indian girl can be called “Mrs.” in the future.
(end of this chapter)