I Am Louis XIV - Chapter 567

   Chapter 567 Tanabata Extra Story

  Mary was dumbfounded, then turned to look at the person beside her: “Louis…” She asked weakly, “How did I never know I was a black man?!”

“Not only are you a black man,” quipped Louie, “your brother, your sister, your father and mother,” he looked around: “No, wait, even my half-father, my dear teacher , Bishop Mazarin is also a black man!” Mary is his niece, so the bishop can only be dyed, otherwise it will be too embarrassing for Mary’s grandmother.

   “Merlin!” Mary exclaimed angrily: “How dare they do this!”

   “Why can’t they do it, they said…” Louis lowered his head and glanced at the introduction: “The background of the story of the play is the Paris of the Regency period under the historical fiction, which has nothing to do with real history.”

   “Damn it! Who can’t see that? Damn it, Louie, they cast the ugliest black guy to play me!”

   “I’m not good-looking either,” Louis bent down and stared at the screen: “Fortunately, it’s still white.”

   “Those Angsa people wouldn’t dare to make you black.”

   “They shouldn’t make you black either.” Louis said seriously: “Don’t worry, our children have already acted.”

   – It is now 2021 and France has been a constitutional monarchy for 179 years.

  When Louis woke up, he knew he was just a portrait.

Out of selfishness, when King Luciano I of Italy instructed the wizards to paint for his father, the de facto Duke of Colonna and the de facto Sun King Louis XIV, he quietly painted his mother, Marie Claire. When Mancini was painted together, the original portraits of the wizards would “wake up” as soon as the original owner died, but perhaps it was because Louis XIV never decided to become a wizard, although he and Marie were in the magic of the world. The contract was not broken, but his portrait did not finally “wake up” until more than a hundred years later. When he woke up, Mary woke up with him.

Luciano’s descendants accepted this unexpected result with great joy – they thought the portrait would never “wake up”, and then French-Bourbon learned of this and asked members of the Italian-Bourbon The portrait was temporarily lent to the Palace of Versailles, so that the descendants of the young Louis and the Duke of Orleans could also share the joy of family with this great ancestor.

   I just didn’t expect them to “come” for a few months, and such a bad thing broke out.

Louis took Marie’s shoulders, almost laughing, uh, it wasn’t his indifference – he and Marie, both gave blood and received spells at Luciano’s invitation, according to their former teacher Rong In engraved terms, what he intercepted was the most profound, warm and sincere memory and relationship between him and Mary so far, and we all know that the so-called soul is also composed of memory and emotion, so the one here is still It can be said that two real souls are confined to a splendid fragment.

Louis in the portrait has no responsibilities to the kingdom and the people, and no ties to the family and relatives, and lacks many heavy and dark things. Instead, just like the portrait, he is a real young man, and his character has also changed. Lively and even naughty, although he was full of nostalgia and love for Mary, but seeing Mary annoyed by this incident, he couldn’t help feeling novel and moved.

   “How wonderful, Mary,” he said sincerely. for everything now.

  Mary glared at him, then smiled, she no longer had any diaphragm with Louis, and of course there was no misunderstanding: “But I’m still black.”

   “It’s all right, if you want,” said Louie, “I’ll ask the kids to get some ink, and you can paint me black.”

  Mary turned her head away, she wouldn’t do it, she would never hurt her lover, anytime, anywhere, in any way: “I was still laughing at them a few days ago,” she said gloomily.

   “Elisa Black.” Louis said solemnly.

   Mary sighed. What Louie is talking about is exactly what they saw on their children’s computers not long ago – Anne Boleyn, produced and broadcast by Channel 5, Anne Boleyn, connecting the two Queens of England, namely Mary The mother of Queen I and Elizabeth I, Anne Boleyn, a queen of orthodox birth, although not so reputable, a great beauty as white as snow, “honored” by a swollen lip, bulging eyes, and charred skin The black actress plays…

   Oh, just like the unfortunate Mary, the siblings of Anne Boleyn, along with their parents, turned black…

This TV series was rated 1.2 as soon as it was broadcast. Of course, it was a ten-point system. Later, it was forcibly changed to 6.9 by the comment platform. The reason was that 91% of the points did not meet the scoring rules – ah, this Louis And Mary won’t go into it, considering the feud between Britain and France, they also made a good laugh at the British royal family.

“But from then on, we should have guessed that they wouldn’t give up easily,” said Louie, dragging Marie from one portrait to the next, sitting down in a portrait depicting a living room and letting him Mary leaned on herself, poured her tea, and handed her preserves and biscuits.

When Louis was not a portrait, he wondered whether the flowers in the portrait would have fragrance, whether the tea was delicious, and whether the delicious food would taste like chewing wax. Later, he became a portrait and knew it. These foods, flowers and vegetation, can be made exactly the same as the real objects, or, like the characters in the portraits, they are also magical, and can even supplement the “nutrients” for the characters in the portraits, that is, to maintain their actions and thinking s things.

   Exactly how to make it is not clear to Louis, but he was pleasantly surprised that these little biscuits could taste exactly the same as his hobby.

   “I really can’t understand… What are they thinking…” Mary complained, while unconsciously biting a piece of biscuit that Louis handed over.

“Before they had a black man play the Little Mermaid,” Marley said, “and then they put a brown man to play Snow White. I thought a black Anne Boleyn was the limit, but I didn’t think they could do more. Excessive!”

   “There’s nothing we can do about it,” Louis said slowly. “Or else? What are they going to use to pay off the debt of fifteen million blacks?”

   “Fifteen million,” Mary turned back, “that many?”

   “Maybe more.” Louis said, “Speaking of which, the source of the matter still falls on me.”

“It’s definitely not your fault!” Mary said decisively, which made Louis laugh from the bottom of his heart again: “Well, it’s not my fault, it must be said, and I can only say that I may have changed the historical origin. some direction.”

“Well,” Louis considered for a moment, “Mary, we’ve only woken up in a short time,” he stroked Mary’s fluffy curly hair lovingly: “After waking up, we hardly left each other for a moment, My dear good man…,” he whispered, “…Look, I don’t bother to tell you something that is temporarily irrelevant to us, but now I can tell you – but you need to do one thing first. “

“whats the matter?”

   “Sit on my lap so I can hold you.” Louis said, and immediately jumped into a warm, soft ball of cuteness in his arms.

“Okay,” said Mary, pretending to be calm. “Come on.” Although they had been close countless times, Louis would sometimes make her feel dizzy and confused, and she leaned against her. On the shoulders of the lover, waves of blissful dizziness swept over.

   “After you… left me, Mary,” said Louie, “some Indians from America came to me for help, and the British were brutally enslaving and slaughtering them.”

   “You are a kind king, you must have helped them.”

“Yes, I helped them,” said Louis. “I wanted to get America.” He paused: “I even thought, Mary, that maybe we could find a peaceful Elysee there. “

   “Elysee is a courtyard built by the **** of the underworld for his queen,” Mary said: “I only need a little Adros.”

   “Sorry, I thought I could.” Louis said that Adros was the island that Asteria transformed into when Apollo’s mother was desperate, like Gayola. “Fate always seems to be preoccupied with mocking those who think it can be manipulated.”

   “We were all wrong,” Mary said softly. “We were young, Louis.” After a moment of silence she said, “Let’s talk about the Indians.”

“The Indians are much cuter than the English,” Louis continued: “I acceded to their request, and the French and they joined forces to drive the English out of America, and stopped slave trade.”

   “Ah, I remember seeing slaves.”

“I don’t like any slave trade,” which is why he insisted on bringing the inner world into the outer world, “nor accept any form of slavery. Those Englishmen were driven out of America, but they had tasted the How could the sweetness of enslaving black people be so easy to stop? So, Mary, they came to Africa, the hometown of black people. Although Africa’s geographical conditions are not as good as America’s, they can still grow cotton, wheat and mine minerals. Anyway, they are not the ones who endure torture and death threats in the scorching sun and caves. I said 15 million people before, but it may be less, because the demise of many tribes is not recorded, and they may also conceal some mines And the roster of slaves in the saltworks, so the total number may be doubled or several times.”

   “But what does this have to do with France, with us?”

“That’s the crux of the matter,” said Louis. “England’s constitutional monarchy was finally established even a little later than France’s, and how did the Stuart dynasty, which had been crumbling since the time of Charles II, put their rule What’s going on,” he said lightly, “of course it’s profit. The flesh and blood that the king exploited from the black slaves was distributed by him to ministers and people who were willing to support him. It was a carnival.” He witnessed: ” Except for the Irish who migrated to America, almost every Ansa has been rewarded. It can be said that in the next two hundred years, if there were not black Africans in Africa, Britain would be completely reduced to a second- and third-rate country, and they would worry about it. It’s time to bow down to France.”

“But you also know that some things are like a river that can’t go backwards, and can’t turn back like time,” Louis squeezed Mary’s petite shoulder: “Africa belongs to black people after all, and the Ansa people are not willing to leave them. They only want to enjoy the wealth brought by the New World, so from the beginning to the end, the number of white people in Africa is only one percent or even less than that of black people. In order to ensure that their rule will not be shaken, they have formulated a Brutal colonial laws, while trying to fool and control black people as much as possible…”

   said, he suddenly showed a mischievous look: “Do you know what I’m doing? Mary?

He said cheerfully: “I was old then, and I was going to see God, but I was willing to pity those poor black slaves, so… I managed to bribe some Irishmen to buy black slaves. , and then teach them to read and write, to be sensible, and even to allow them to study in America.”

   It’s endless, I accidentally released it, and I’ll finish it at 9 o’clock in the evening.

   (end of this chapter)