Because of what the Parisians said, the Polish nobles were more cautious about the subsequent meetings and visits, and they had been dressed up in extraordinary magnificence, and had bought a large number of jewels, silks, and ornaments in Paris, so that when they left Paris, there were also Parisian citizens watching and cheering from the streets.

This reassured the group of Schlachita, who walked along the wide, flat Avenue of Versailles to the Palace of Versailles, which the kings had built together when they built the new Palace of Versailles, or rather, its completion date much earlier than the Palace of Versailles, a road made of cement, which the Polish nobles had heard of in France, and many of whom had bought it, to strengthen their walls and fortresses, with rammed earth and gravel foundations, and cement roads, about a foot and a half above the flat ground on either side— It is a danger to those who need to gallop on this road, perhaps because of this, on either side of this avenue are towering plane trees, each no more than the size of a maiden's outstretched arms, the canopy of which touches over people's heads, and the branches and leaves cover the sky, and in this season the heart-like leaves have turned from green to gold, and they fall on the road as a long carpet of golden silk, on which the horses' hooves fall with a crisp rustling sound.

Such a road, if only a few hundred feet, is nothing, but they already know it, it is not only the four miles from Paris to Versailles, but also the distance of thousands of miles from the city of Versailles to the Palace of Versailles, and people can't help but fall into an inextricable conjecture, that is, no matter how long they walk, they seem to be left on this beautiful and lengthy road, cut from the real world.

Fortunately there were not only Poles on the road, but also other officials and nobles who went to Versailles, who were either provincials or poor people who were not qualified to live in Versailles and could not find a room in Versailles or Limoges, and the width of the Avenue de Versailles allowed four carriages to pass side by side, and even with the great procession of the Poles, carriages kept passing them, and the ladies and ladies in them, or the famous ladies and ladies dared to draw the curtains and observe the foreigners through the bright glass windows.

"What a woman. A Schlachita said as she stroked her beard. His companions nodded in agreement, but they were full of longing and curiosity for these reckless women, and they also saw the French men passing by, all of them riding tall and beautiful horses, rubbed with fat and powdered like the nobles, and dressed in gaudy clothes—the reason why it was obvious at a glance was that the men of France nowadays, like their kings, did not grow beards, but they came and went like the wind, with their muskets and swords, and they knew that their courage was no less than their countenance.

It is difficult for the Poles to describe their feelings, but if the people of later generations were here, they would have told them that this is the great self-confidence that the people of a country will have when the country is strong, and generally speaking, the stronger and richer a country is, the more tolerant and open its people will be - they can accept almost anything, good, "bad", ancient, novel...... This is true of the strong, and so is the weak, but if the state is weak, then the opposite is true, and the more remote and barren the place, the more prone it is to the absurdity of falling against each other.

However, this is no longer something that the Poles need to care about, when they stop at the Grand Place of the Titans, they can already see the Palace of Versailles like a paradise - the Grand Place of the Titan was specially built after the completion of the Palace of Versailles, because most of the crowds are crowded here, and from here, the king's guards and musketeers patrol. At this time, a young officer rode his horse in a dashing manner, and he was followed by only a few retinues, but the envoys at the head could see at a glance that the person was the king they were about to meet, Henry, the eldest son and only heir of the Prince of Condé of France, and Henry also immediately saw the Poles, and the head of the mission was none other than Anzia Obollinski, who may not know this name, but when it comes to this surname, most people do know it, because during the Great Flood, when the Swedes invaded Poland, it was Obollinsky and another great nobleman who surrenderedAll they expected was to retain their fiefdom and golden power (i.e., the right to ignore the king's orders), and as they toasted with the Swedes, the Swedes passed their line unscathed, bringing great disaster to the Polish populace.

But because of Poland's strange institutions and laws, not only were they not tried or even condemned for their treason, they were still Schlachita, and they could also participate in the National Sym Conference (similar to a parliamentary meeting) to dictate to the king and control the fate of Poland.

This Monsieur Anzia was the nephew of the same general Obollinski, and he was in the same vein as his uncle in shamelessness, greed, and short-sightedness, so Louis chose the first object of breakthrough was this man, and under the bribe of fifty thousand livres, he did not hesitate to fall to France, although for the Poles, the best king should be a Pole, and even if it was not, the little Duke of Lorraine was better than the Duke of Condé, who was obviously supported by the King of France, but he still chose the shining gold— He had met Henry, who had been on his way to Poland as an envoy, and they were so affectionate that they dismounted, hugged each other warmly, and exchanged pleasantries, only to be reminded by the attendants that time was running out.

On the road from the Place des Titans to the Palace of Versailles, there were even fewer people who could ride horses, and even fewer people could ride in carriages here, but the Polish missions, with the King's charter, could dismount from here all the way to the Holly Labyrinth, so there were even more people watching them.

I have to say, maybe the beard and strong smell of the Poles are still a little ...... Vulgar and crude, but the legacymen of the mission undoubtedly saved their face, and these hussars, evolved from the hussars of the Hungarians, were a hundred cavalrymen belonging to the Obollinsky family, who rode Arabian horses in splendid coats, with high black felt hats on their heads, which looked like a handguard decorated with metal trim, with feathers stuck on one side, and no armor, but only long-sleeved blouses— The tunics, embroidered with jewels and gold and silver threads, were more like light armor, and on their shoulders were the furs of wild beasts—lions, tigers, bears, or wolves—from which their names (hussars) came from, both of which were the worst enemies of these cavalrymen, the Ottoman Turks' Deli (Turkish for insane) cavalry, who wore fur on their bodies and glued the feathers of birds of prey to their shields— While the hussars defeated these formidable enemies, they kept their decorations as trophies.

Speaking of wings, when they were actually on the battlefield, the hussars did not keep these burdens, but now they played the role of honor guards, so one could see the huge wings that spread out like peacocks behind the saddle, either from swans, falcons, or ostriches, dyed in bright colors, and inserted into rows of small wooden poles, which were fixed in the holes reserved at the back of the saddle.

And among those who watched them, there were also those who observed the weapons of these hussars, the weapons of the hussars, most notably their cavalry spears, which were about eight feet long (once longer, but later shortened to this size) held neatly above the ears of the horses, and the front of the spears fluttered with red and white spear flags, and one can imagine how the flood of bright colors of these hussars would have terrified their enemies as they charged in the thousands. In the other hand, which is not holding a mounted spear, is a round shield, perhaps as a tribute to the King of France, this round shield with spikes in the middle has a strong French style.

At their waists, a long knife hung a bayone, one for horses and one for melee combat, two muskets in the pouch in front of the saddle, and long spurs on their boots that glittered in the sun.

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Louis stood on the terrace on the top floor, slowly putting away his binoculars, beside him were the Prince of Condé, the Viscount of Tyrenne and the Duke of Orleans, his three generals, but one of them was about to leave, which made Louis sigh at the thought of it, but he ...... He had to support Prince Condé, if not for the sake of the Prince of Condé after he learned of this, but for the further expansion and solidification of the Bourbon bloodline on Europa. ，

Although it is not uncommon for people to fall into each other's bloodline, even if they are of the same bloodline, such as the current Habsburg Austrian and Spanish bloodlines. But if Prince Condé becomes king of Poland, before he can destroy the power of Schlachita, Condé and his heirs must have the full support of France, otherwise they will only be puppets controlled by the nobility. If you want to say that the puppet is like this, look at John II before him, Amon always said that he would make him into ham, but with a general like Obollinsky, this king was able to hold out until the end of the Great Flood, and it is remarkable that Poland still retains sovereignty.

"Wait a minute, you go down to meet them. Louis said to Prince Condé.

"What about you?" asked Prince Condé.

"I'm going to wait until the party starts. Louis said: "It's too deliberate to really make a big noise, I'm silent, and you're triumphant, and the people around you are more real." ”

"And what about me, brother?" asked the Duke of Orleans.

"You, you don't care about this throne, but you're also a little jealous," Louis said thoughtfully, "As the royal brother, you have to oppose me, I and France can't directly support Condé, otherwise Schlachita will immediately turn the spearhead and target their king, but you can, Philip, you can put on a show of intent on opposing me, I don't like Condé, you want him to be well." ”

"There will be a day when the poor dagger will be seen. Prince Condé muttered.

"So Philip is going to be the other force they think they are, when they think they have a choice-" Louis glanced at Prince Condé, "of course, if you want to believe Philip." ”

"There is nothing I do not believe," said the Prince of Condé, "you could have done nothing." "Without Louie, he wouldn't even be able to win the battle for the throne.

"I will not leave Brother Wang, leave France. The Duke of Orleans said that he saw that the Prince of Condé had indeed hesitated for a few seconds, and then he should have thought that the king had spent so much effort in his territory in Orléans, how could he hand over Orleans to another man who did not know whether to be trusted or not.

"They're already in the big gallery. Louis said, and the Prince of Condé retired.

"Do you think those Poles would believe it?" said the Duke of Orleans, holding up his binoculars, looking at the hussars who had stopped at the foot of the long steps.

"Yes," said Louis, "the hearts of men are like a mirror, and they see themselves as they see others, like Schlachita, who betrayed the king, the people and the country without the slightest hesitation, and of course believed that you would be moved and act because of a Polish throne." ”

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It is not known whether the Poles' mind is a mirror, they have been completely intimidated by the mirrored walls of the Venus Room, it is dusk when they arrive at Versailles, and when they step into the Grand Gallery, it is twilight, and the richly dressed attendants put down their gilded lampstands, hold long matches, and light white stearin candles one by one, not from bees or whales, but from the cold-pressed grease of the oil by wizards and craftsmen, this candle is smokeless, odorless, long-lasting, and the illumination is stable, and a complete round of candles can support an entire all-night dance。

In a matter of minutes, the hall seemed to be back to daylight, the bright light filled the field of vision, but more than the natural light reflected the charming colors of silk, velvet and gold and silver, unlike the daytime, the men were faintly grouped into a system, the ladies were like flowers scattered among the branches and leaves, the smiles hidden under the ivory folding fans were more delicate, and the flowing eye waves were like a fine net, ready to hold people tightly.

But with the sound of "The King has arrived!", the people immediately parted on both sides like the Red Sea, and Louis XIV came with his staff in his hand, his head held high, his sharp gaze swept over the crowd, and everyone could not help but bow their knees deeply, even so, the king with an extremely good memory showed a little dissatisfaction: "Is the abbot of Saint-Martin in Neville here?"

The king's voice was loud in the silence, and after a while a man dressed in the black robes of a Jesuit monk slowly entered through the small door on the side of the hall.

He came to the king and bowed.

Anzia hissed softly, could he still not recognize it, this person was John II, the former king of Poland before Michal, who, after being forced to abdicate, had come to France to seek refuge from Louis XIV in order to avoid Schlachita's assassination - his presence at court was nothing, but it was a bit out of place when the Polish noble delegation came to greet the new king, Condé......

Perhaps this is what Louis XIV wanted.