Instead of heading to Paris, we were heading to the port of Bordeaux. That's what I'm asking for – if something so big happens, the French royal family will definitely experience an earthquake, and the Franco-Spanish border will no longer be safe. Now, leaving is the most appropriate way.

Henry seemed to have something to say, so as he passed by a small town called Tracys, he ordered the carriage to stop and walk with me into the town's only place of entertainment, the tavern.

In order to ensure safety, Henry took out a gold coin from the person and threw it to the tavern owner with an ugly hooked nose, telling him that he invited everyone to drink, and the only requirement was to invite everyone to leave, and chartered the venue!

It's undoubtedly a win-win-win. The tavernkeeper was given enough price to buy a third of his wine, the drunkards in the tavern were given a free order, and Henry and we were given a place to talk that was clean and not as bumpy as a horse-drawn carriage.

"What are your plans?" I asked, looking at the French nobleman who was "a few years older than me", drinking a drink.

"Alas!" Henry leaned heavily against the back of the wooden chair, and his movements were so amplit that the already sturdy chair creaked. Henry, who seemed a little irritable, twisted the stool back and forth with his buttocks, and finally threw aside the poor stool, which "looked like the flashy property of Catholics," in a huff, and had his men carry him a barrel and stand on the ground.

He sat down again, this time steadily, but there was no backrest, and the edge of the bucket was so awkward that Henry still felt uncomfortable. I know that he was not impatient for the stool, chair, or bucket, but because of the pressure in his heart, which was overwhelming him from Paris, and which he probably had not thought of before planning the "Spaniard sneak attack".

Seeing that he was so irritable, he had a tendency to tear down the curtain next to him as a cushion, and I said lightly: "Maybe you want to go up and sit in the attic?" ”

Henry glanced at me, then looked up at the attic above him, and immediately burst out laughing: "You still know my mind!" My friend! Walk! ”

The two of us were like two smugglers who escaped with wine bottles, and we took a total of six, no, seven bottles of wine to be satisfied, and our hands were full, and we stepped on the creaking staircase to the attic between the roof and the canopy, and found a sunny place, threw down the wine bottles, and we sat on the spot, and now we were not worried!

Henry seemed to be in a better mood, he pulled up a bottle of wine, twisted it off with a "touch", and asked with a smile, "What did you just ask me?" Is it going to be? I still like to drink to the bottle like this, it's so anxious to drink by the glass! Right! ”

I smiled, and did his example to twist off a cork, and blew on the bottle, which didn't seem to be very clean, and the mouth was a little sour, so I threw down the half of the bottle, twisted it again, and tasted it.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Henry knew that he couldn't fool me, and he didn't want to fool, which was his motivation for talking to me.

So Henry slowly put down the bottle, leaned himself against the load-bearing pillar of the attic, and glanced around, and the focus of his gaze converged on me: "Mr. Sun...... It's awkward to call it like that, I'll call you Qilan! Is that what you all call it there? ”

I smiled faintly and said, "That's what my friends call me." ”

Henry raised his lips knowingly, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes: "Okay! Qilan, you know, my mother-in-law, Queen Mother Catherine, has been regent in France for nearly twenty years! In her hands, no one else had a chance but to watch her hollow out France - just as the Italians did when they were in charge of the Holy Roman Empire. ”

I didn't speak, but listened to him quietly. I know that these are the words he has been holding in his heart for a long time, and the reason why he will talk to me today may be because he has something to do for me, so I don't speak, just listen.

"In the past twenty years, Catherine has taken complete control of the lifeblood of France, and those who oppose her, including those who want to use her, or suppress her, have been defeated or assimilated. The Guise family was once in power, but now it only has the ability to spend money to buy peace, let alone me! Henry forgot to glance out the window, reached for the cork, and threw it out of the window, seemingly unconsciously, as if in anger.

Henry sulked to himself for a moment, then turned to look at me and asked, "Don't you want to say something?" Friend, I'm entangled! You know! ”

I lifted the bottle again, took another sip, and said softly, "Yes, I know, so I'm waiting for you to say the core idea." ”

Henry's eyes were full of surprise, and in his opinion, I, a "hairy boy in my twenties", should have stood up very impassionedly at this time, and expressed my willingness to stick a knife in my friend's ribs, but my calmness made him stagger, so he had to re-examine me.

"Well, well, my core idea is that my father, Antoneva, King of Navarre, and my uncle, Prince Condé, tried hard, but the result was not very good, so hope was pinned on me! I must fight for power! In this way, there is the right to speak, or in other words, the space to live decently! "Henry was a little excited, but I knew that the performance was at least half of the story.

So I nodded and said lightly, "Go on, I'm listening." ”

Henry turned his head sideways and glanced at the stairs, the two guards were very well guarded, and no one leaned over to eavesdrop, so he gently moved his ass towards me, and a "body odor" wafted towards me, I couldn't help frowning and rubbing my nose.

Henry, who didn't seem to care what others thought, lowered his voice and said, "That's why I planned today's event!" François must die! Because he preempted the line of succession that would have belonged to our Bourbons, simply because his mother was the regent Catherine! I had to! I mean, if something happened to Henry III, François would have been able to ascend the throne, he was so young, then I had no other way but to kill the king! ”

I snorted and said, "That's too expensive!" ”

Henry crooked his lips and smiled, "Yes! Cost! I love the vocabulary of this businessman. These guys don't have a lot of status - I don't mean you, my friend - but a lot of their ideas seem to be very practical! Saying that, he suppressed his throat and smiled, and said happily: "That's why I solved the problem with a relatively 'low-cost' method like today, right!" ”

I hummed and said, "Yes! There's nothing wrong with standing in your shoes. What I'm concerned about is, what's next for you? I repeat the original question.

Henry's face slowly cooled, and he was dragged back to reality by me from the joy of taking a small step forward. Henry hammered the floor, gritted his teeth, and said, "Is there any other way for me to do it than to endure?" ”

I shook my head, stared at Henry, and said, "I can't tell you what you did right or wrong, but I'm sure you'll make it!" Henry, you will surely sit on the throne of the King of France! ”

Henry stared at me with burning eyes and asked, "Why?" Why are you so sure? Is this a compliment? ”

I shook my head, of course, I wouldn't tell him that history was written like that, so I found a more objective reason: "The reason is simple - Catherine is old!" And there is no other heir to France besides you, so should Mary be brought back from England to be queen? Catherine will be angry and tear all the curtains in the Danfeng Dew Palace! ”

Henry laughed for a long time, Catherine didn't like Mary, or was extremely disgusted with Mary, it was a well-known thing. Choosing Mary to come back as the queen is better than Catherine admitting that so-and-so is her illegitimate son, and it is more likely that she will hand over the throne to this so-and-so!

Without waiting for him to answer, I continued: "Moreover, you are her son-in-law after all. Henry, your wife, Margo, seems to be on poor terms with her mother, and of course, not very well with you. Hearing me say this, Henry smacked his lips, but couldn't refute it.

So I continued: "But in any case, you are blood relatives! And what about Catherine's other children, dead and crippled, you have no other natural opponents. So, your future is bright, as long as you ...... Save your life! ”

Listening to my words, Henry seemed a little distracted. He had thought about the questions I had mentioned, but had never summed them up so thoroughly. And in his heart, his wife, the legendary beauty Queen Margot, loves others at all, and he loves others. This has to be said to be a tragedy.

I know that Henry and Margot are both amorous, but they have to live with people they don't love, and that's political. However, after many years of no heirs, their marriage relationship has been stormy, coupled with Catherine's overt and covert suppression of the Huguenots, especially the tragedy of St. Bar Tolomew's Night, which has cut an almost irreparable wound in the couple's hearts.

They didn't love each other during their time together, but after they broke up peacefully, the relationship didn't regress. And it was with the help of Queen Margot in the early stage that Henry finally took over the power of France from his mother-in-law Catherine, and became a generation of famous monarchs in Europe!

So I continued, "I'm going to give you two reminders, Henry. ”

He immediately sat up straight and listened quietly to what I had to say. From our not-so-long contact, he had developed a deep interest and trust in me, a young man with a bizarre, prophetic temperament.

"First." I held out a finger: "Trust your wife, I mean Margot, whatever your relationship." ”

This sentence has already touched his own privacy, but I said it above board and with great certainty. Henry was puzzled for a moment and asked, "Under any circumstances?" ”

I nodded, "Anything!" ”

Henry frowned, "Margot is a respectable woman, but why do you know her so well?" Or rather, why? ”

I didn't answer, smiled, and pointed to the sky.

Henry's gaze followed my fingers, looked at the ceiling, and returned to eye level. He knew he couldn't ask anything, so he could only sigh and say, "Okay! Mysterious Oriental Magic! And what about the second one? ”

I looked at him and whispered, "Take advantage of your Huguenots." ”

A gleam flashed in Henry's eyes! It seems that I spoke completely to his heart. The Huguenots, as a minority, do not account for a high proportion of the country, but they occupy a considerable proportion among the high-level, especially in the royal family, and make reasonable use of the Huguenots' containment to make themselves an indispensable person between the two sides, which is exactly the script in Henry's heart, but I didn't expect it to be broken by me!

He didn't dare to say anything, so he could only nod and say, "Yes!" Qilan, you got to the point! I had to, didn't I? ”

I nodded, "Yes, for the sake of victory, there must be sacrifices!" ”

Henry hummed heavily, seemed to have made up his mind, looked up at me and said, "In addition to what you just said, I need some merit!" ”

After speaking, he added: "But I don't have the right to fight." ”

Yes, he needs merit, but he doesn't have military power, but he has channels! This is the highest level of non-capital business! So I smiled and said, "Is the merit of plundering the merchant fleet of the Spaniards qualified?" ”

Henry's eyes showed great satisfaction: "Don't be less than once a quarter!" I provide information – including information about their routes, major cargo and vessels, captains, and the sale of stolen goods. You're in charge of hands-on. We will open four or six gold, I will be four and you seven, and I will find a way to bring down the French court title for you, how about it? ”

I shook my head and said, "No, the proportion is not appropriate!" ”

Henry was a little displeased and said: "Qilan, this proportion is already very high, I almost don't care about the cost, aren't you still satisfied?" ”

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Five-five!" There is no exploitation among friends! ”

The expression on Henry's face was very complicated, but his eyes became warmer and warmer, and he grabbed my arm for a long time and said, "Five-five!" Friend! ”