Paris, April 1, 1647.

Mo San avoided a few dirty farmers who drove fat pigs past and stood on the side of the street. It had just rained in Paris last night, so the ground was full of puddles of muddy water, and occasionally a horse-drawn carriage would splash muddy water on the ground on the side of the road, which caused everyone to curse.

The citizens of Paris are rude, they don't treat you differently just because you are a nobleman, on the contrary, they are full of suspicion and jealousy of a privileged person. This can be seen from the lace news of some political figures everywhere in the streets and alleys, and these citizens are eager to become the protagonists of scandals, so as to taste the taste of aristocratic women.

"You know what? Mrs. Mottville went so far as to praise Mazaran in public a while ago as a 'handsome and polite' gentleman, this shitty bitch, she must have taken a fancy to the money Mazaran had scavenged. A citizen drinking a shoddy ale said with red eyes.

"Mazaran? Just the Sicilian? God, his accent is so strange, his character is so lowly, and he can still be favored by His Majesty and the Queen Mother, this is incredible. A butcher who sells meat on the street said indignantly. He had reason to complain that, with the growing power of Mazarin and the sinking of France in the war, the tax rate of ordinary Parisian citizens, especially craftsmen, had been raised. Not only that, but goods brought into Paris from abroad were heavily taxed to replenish France's depleting central finances and allow the war to continue, in the eyes of the bigwigs, to gain enough for France.

"But Mazaran certainly did not take a fancy to Mrs. Mottville, the dissolute woman who had just made two lads duel for her the previous month, and had killed and wounded the other. And Mrs. Mottville didn't even bother to look at the poor lad who was recuperating at home from a badly wounded injury. Mazaran looked down on such a woman. And he probably didn't have the guts to do so. The one in the palace is staring at him. How dare he mess around......" said another citizen, who was toasting bread next to him, turning his head playfully, wisely shutting his mouth at this last paragraph, in order to leave room for the imagination of others.

"Haha." A few bored idlers immediately laughed, they didn't understand the meaning of the baker's words. Today, in 1647, the scandal between Cardinal Mazarin and the regent Queen Anne has spread throughout Paris, and has become the talk of the townspeople after dinner. Strangely, city officials have allowed such public discussions about the state to go unchecked, and even contributed to it. One can imagine how inclined it is.

But it's definitely not groundless. Now only 45 years old, he was born into a poor Sicilian family, and he loved learning from an early age, and later entered the Society of Jesus with the help of nobles to get the opportunity to be educated. In 163o, he served as a diplomat in the Holy See, where he made a name for himself in successfully mediating the Mantuan crisis between France and Spain. He then served as the papal envoy to Paris, during which time he became acquainted with the famous Cardinal Richelieu, and was appreciated by Richelieu for his outstanding work ability, which became the opportunity for him to rise to prominence. Before Richelieu died, he strongly recommended Mazarin to Louis XIII to take his place, saying that "no one is more capable of taking my place than Mazarin". Louis XIII accepted the recommendation.

The day after Mazarin took office, news of the victory at the Battle of Rocroix reached Paris. It seemed to give him a good start to his work. He was hardworking, energetic, very polite to ladies, and had a deep artistic background, so he was very popular with the ladies. In France, he also firmly pursued the reform policies of the Richelieu era, firmly suppressed the various princes who had been swept away, increased the authority of the central government, and enriched the treasury revenue, so that France won a series of victories on the battlefield. His efforts eventually led to a special gift, and he received the love of Queen Anne from Austria, who became his secret mistress.

Such an inspirational legend of the top of the silk made the boring citizens of Paris so jealous that their eyes were about to pop out. They were influenced by the propaganda of the parliamentarians (who were mostly aristocrats), so they hated the Italian's policy of raising taxes, the endless wars he promoted, his strange Italian accent of French, his family's domineering style, in short, they hated the Italian's qiē.

But this can't change anything after all, just like the French Attorney General at this time, Omar. "They have nothing but their souls, but what is even more tragic is that they can't find a way to sell their souls". Well, our diplomatic envoy, Mr. Mo San, is about to go to meet His Excellency Talon. Uh, well, it's not Omar who meets you. Lord Talon, but the younger Jean. Lord Talon - a young man studying at the Jesuit College in Claremont, who of course happens to be in Paris now.

Strictly speaking, Didier. Mr. Flores's introduction to Mo San was indeed Venerable Omar. Lord Talon, but the Attorney-General is currently in contact with the Parliament of Paris, preparing to unite with the power-hungry clergy, the great merchants, and the nobles who had been weakened during the Richelieu period, and press the Queen Mother Anne and Mazarin to demand that the British follow the example of England and put parliamentary power above the royal power. His Excellency the Attorney General is so busy, naturally he doesn't have time to pay attention to a diplomatic envoy from a remote country in the New Big 6. However, for the sake of Flores's face, it was inconvenient for him to refuse directly, so he asked one of his distant relatives, Jean from Champagne. Talon came to receive him.

He specifically explained that if there was nothing particularly important, then he would just kill this Tatar. Now that the situation in Paris is at a critical juncture, the attitude of the "great Condé" is at the moment**, and although some claim that the royal relatives are inclined to support Anne and Mazarin, the parliamentarians still want to make a final effort to draw the god of war, who has won many victories in Rocroix, Lens and other places, into their camp.

This is by far the most important thing, as for the Tatar visit from the new big 6, don't bother me! What the? They were at war with the Spaniards and also sank several of the Spaniards' warships? Hehe. Really lucky Tatars. But what's that about me? There is this kung fu. I might as well contact the Spaniards in the south and discuss with them if there is any possibility of cooperation. If the Prince of Condé were to stand firmly on Mazarin's side, they would be out of luck for the parliamentarians, and they might have to ask for help from the Spaniards. As for the Tatars, let's line up for the time being, I don't have time to pay attention to you!

If Mo San knew that he didn't worship the temple gate at this time, I don't know if he would vomit blood in anger, but he is currently blind to the situation in France, and he doesn't know half of the people in Paris. What a failure. He sighed softly, then stepped into a theater.

This is the Théâtre Petit Bourbon, one of Paris's most famous theatres. Since the former cardinals Richelieu and Louis XIII showed a tolerant attitude towards the theater, the theater has rapidly developed in France. After Mazarin became the kingdom's prime minister, he felt the lack of theater talent in France, so he invited Tibury from Italy with a lot of money. Fiorelli. Popular for his role as the bragging harlequin Scaramcha, he became a favorite of the French upper class who had just emerged from the cultural desert of the Middle Ages.

Let. Talon was no exception, and when he was in Champagne, he listened to his father, Philippe the Elder. Talon talks about Scaramcha, and when he arrives in Paris, he becomes more and more fond of the art. Every time Fiorelli is on the field. He's almost always on the scene. So, in order to meet with this Mr. Talon. Mo San took a few entourages and found this royal theater with great difficulty.

Waiting at the door of the theater was a young man, who was about less than 1.7 meters tall, but very athletic. With bright eyes and a well-bred demeanor, he was chatting with a lady opposite. Perhaps it was something interesting to talk about, and the young girl across from her laughed and looked at the young man as she laughed, and the young man gave him an affectionate look in return.

A pair of dog men and women! Mo San sighed lightly, then tidied up his appearance, then stepped forward, took off his hat, bowed his upper body slightly, and said to the young man: "I'm sorry to disturb your conversation. Mr. Talon? ”

"I'm Jean from Champagne. Talon. The young man was obviously a little displeased, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with this vulgar guy who disturbed him to pick up girls, but when he turned his head and saw Mo San in a black tunic, he slightly restrained his dissatisfaction, and then asked in a questioning tone: "Are you Mr. Mo San from the east coast of Xinda 6?" ”

"I am Mo San, the plenipotentiary diplomatic envoy of the Republic of East Coast of China, and I ask Mr. Talon to introduce me to His Excellency Cardinal Mazaran, and I have important diplomatic matters to discuss with him." Mo San took a deep breath and said in a slightly formal tone.

Let. When Talong heard Mo San's words, he immediately looked at him with an idiot's eyes, and only after a long time did he say in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Bishop Mazaran is teaching young His Majesty in the palace, and he may not have time to meet you, from the East Bank. Maybe you can try your luck in front of the Louvre, but I can't guarantee that you won't be thrown out by the guards there. ”

Hear Jean. Mo Sanyi was a little angry for a while, but he finally remembered his duties, so he quickly calmed down his anger and said in as calm a tone as possible: "Mr. Talon, please understand that I have important matters to discuss with Your Excellency Mazaran. You see, your country is at war with Spain, and my country is at war with the Spaniards, and I think that the great Kingdom of France and the Republic of China on the east coast can form a strong alliance against our common enemy, the Kingdom of Spain, and we ......"

"Enough, East Coasters, no one here cares about war with the Spaniards." Let. Talon interrupted Mo San without hesitation, because his servant had rushed to tell him that Mr. Fiorelli was about to appear, so he immediately said in a hurried tone, "Go back, people from the East Coast, and don't bother me again." After saying that, he entered the theater with his female companion.

Mo San stood in silence before slamming his beaver top hat on the ground after a long time. After smashing, he walked away in a rage without looking back. (To be continued......)

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