The chief of the navigators, the commander of the warriors of the banquet hall, dressed in a black robe and a stinging woolen sweater inside, slowly walked like a prisoner into the north gate of the White Palace, the largest complex on the Île de la Cité, which has been built since the time of Merovingian and has been built continuously, and the Golden Palace, which the poet described as "shining for ten miles", is now closer to a fortress. Following the overall layout of Paris, the palace was heavily positioned towards the north, apparently out of the fear of the Normans of successive Frankish kings.

Along the stone-paved avenue, the knights marched into the hall, and after the two kings sat side by side, the armored warriors rested their shields against the wall and sat down one by one. Queen Frank was said to be too ill to be present, so the feast began in the absence of the hostess.

However, Edgar's future son-in-law, the crown prince Louis, still appeared, and unlike King Philip's handsome appearance, the six-year-old Louis had a pig's face, looked like an idiot, and walked staggeringly, as if his calves were too slender to be fat.

Philip was so pleased with his eldest son that he sat down beside him and affectionately called him "Mon petit."

The feast soon reached its climax, and in front of a group of newly canonized knights holding up golden cups, Hugue, Count of Vimanduis, began to boast, and Guy "the red-haired" Guy, the son of the lord of Montrery, the "robber noble" who had been on Edgar's radar, seemed to be heathing on the sidelines.

"Don't you believe it? Well, boy, get me a shoe! Hug ordered loudly through drunkenness.

Hugue, a tall Frankish commander who had inherited the noble features of the Capetian family, took the black horseshoe in front of a group of new knights, and effortlessly twisted the farrier into a curved bow, and while the ladies were exclaiming, he twisted the farrier into a ball of iron like a dough.

"See, my lord!" Count Huger's voice echoed in the middle of the hall, shaking the beams, and the count threw the farrier at the squire, and the poor young man almost blocked the flying iron with his head.

At this moment, the door of the main hall was suddenly slammed open, and a fat woman wearing a golden crown came in.

"Honey, you're finally here!" Philip happily stood up, opened his arms, and made a gesture of welcome.

The woman walked coldly to her main seat, ignored the king, took the jewel-encrusted goblet from the hand of her attendant, and sat down alone, crushing the wooden chair.

Edgar looked at the King quietly, and Philip didn't mind, his right hand was raised, and he raised it slightly, signaling the banquet to continue.

"It is said that since King Philip returned from attending the wedding of the Count of Anjou, he and the queen have been like this." Roger de Hereford whispered to the king while the music was playing.

Edgar nodded, admiring Philip's acting abilities and smiling gratefully, toasting to the newly arrived Queen of France, and promising to bring his daughter Elfven to Louis next time.

For Edgar's sake, the queen finally smiled a little, and toasted with her detached husband to express her gratitude to the king.

The French couple had obviously not appeared at the same time for a while, and the surrounding royal attendants all looked a little confused, only Prince Huge still looked unconcerned, but now he began to show off his riding skills again.

"Cousin, what do you think of what happened in the East?" Philip suddenly began to take the initiative to make small talk, and the topic was naturally the situation in the East that had just been reported recently.

"As Christians, we are very concerned that we have heard that the road to the Holy Land is no longer peaceful, that many pilgrims have recently been sacked, and that even the bishop of your country has not been spared."

"The Greeks have just suffered a defeat, and I have heard that they have lost all the reinforcements of the Holy See, and the Saracens have approached Constantinople by land and sea, and those who have returned from the East say that according to the present situation in Constantinople, it may not be long before a new emperor will be replaced." Philip flicked his information, "I suppose that perhaps you have not yet arrived in Rome when news of the sacking of Constantinople by the barbarians will arrive. ”

"Actually, we do intend to raise this matter with the Holy See this time." Edgar drank the wine from the golden cup, "It's time to unite the whole of Christendom, my dear cousin. Since Constantine the Great, our Holy Church has lost Jerusalem, Rome, and Alexandria, and if we don't help the Christians in the East, perhaps the Saracens will drink Malein next. ”

The King nodded unnaturally: "This is indeed a sacred cause, France has been the most loyal son of the Church since Charlemagne, and if there is a need in the East, we will do our best." ”

Philip was obviously a little insincere, and it was too early to talk about aiding the East because the Church had not even recovered Rome, and in fact, many dioceses had accepted the opposition of Emperor Henry, and the Poles, who had once supported the Gregorian faction, had also been defeated by the Bohemias, and Christendom was torn apart, where could it be united again. Could it be that humans could reassemble the skeletons, hair, and nails of ancient saints in churches and resurrect them? Not to mention the unification of Christendom, if the kingdom of France could be unified, Philip would have to wake up laughing in the middle of the night - in his land, different lords minted their own currencies and built huge castles, the Flemish people in the north once fought against the royal family, the Aquitaines in the south fantasized about reviving their ancient kingdoms, and the Count of Toulouse called himself Prince of Goths on his seal, and these lords and knights constantly waged private wars, even against the church, to seize land for themselves. What kind of miracle must happen to unite these people under one banner and let these robbers who plunder the peasants fight a war that has nothing to do with them?

The English were a bunch of arms dealers, and this time they probably went to Italy to stir up more wars, and then dumped their equipment on the olive-skinned Latins, as they did with the Franks, and as for the question of aiding the Christians in the East, I am afraid that it was also this greedy British who looked at the treasury of the Emperor of Constantinople.

Philip thought this in his heart, and continued to spit out more promises, as if he were Charlie Matt to be resurrected, and at the sound of the order, the knights of the kingdom would gather in response, rushing to the battlefield of the battle against the infidels, and the blood gushed out, and they would die without regret.

However, he still envied Edgar a little, there was only one thing in the world, and even kings could hardly pursue: the youth of freedom, the proud years of traveling all over the world.

If I weren't a lord living in a castle, I'd probably be happier as a bard off the skyline.

Philip glanced at his fat wife, and thought more and more about the bride of Anjou.