Chapter Ninety-One: Purple Jasmine of Versailles

In fact, in addition to the gold that Monsieur Champagne Jr. grated between the ladies' hair, the king's purple jasmine powder and rose rouge were sold for a good price—for the production of these powders was not very high, so they were sold for a very high price from the duchess of Montpensier and other noblewomen, and these prices cost the king twenty cannons, but to say that he had any guilt— Of course not, purple jasmine powder and pink roses, which can moisturize and fair skin, are much safer than lead powder and cochineal, which are commonly used by ladies today, even for the sake of health, and ladies should pay this tax. ,

The king had to admit that he did prefer young men, like Colbert, Sébastien Vauban, and Champagne the Younger, whose courage and loyalty were the same, though their professions and identities were very different, and what Louis lacked now was such courtiers—and Marie.

The court of Paris now revolves around the king, like the stars around the sun, but Louis has not forgotten how he was neglected and treated coldly a few years ago, when the ladies preferred to gather around the Queen Mother and the Bishop, and he did not resent them, but it was impossible for them to win the king's favor by welcoming sycophants— Louis had spoken to Her Majesty the Queen Mother before inviting her to dance the Gavotte, and the Queen Mother's dislike of Mancini was completely understandable, but Mary was different, she had seen the king before anyone else, and she had only seen the king, so why couldn't the king give her a special treatment.

The Queen Mother favored Philip, but she valued Louis, and the eldest son rarely asked her for anything, and rarely showed affection for anything, since he said so, the Queen Mother would not veto his proposal, which is why the Queen Mother spoke to Mary first at the ball.

Louis went to Versailles this time, and he didn't even take his royal brother Philippe with him. As he promised, there were only him and Mary in the carriage.

Marie had hardly been to Versailles since she had returned to Paris, and she had only heard that the king had bought more land to house the large number of displaced people and to give them work so that they could support their families—some of the specific jobs she had vaguely heard about around the king—but when she was two miles from Versailles, the king drew the curtains, pointed out the window to the flower fields, and told her that this was one of the jobs he had arranged for the homeless.

Purple jasmine is a plant that can be sown and grown by seeds, and its seeds are small and can withstand long-distance transportation, so Colbert uses wooden barrels filled with light wine to load these seeds, and some of the displaced people are sent to grow potatoes, tomatoes, peppers, etc., and some of them are used to care for these purple jasmine flowers. This strange plant needs fertile soil, and the swamp that has been drained under the king's instructions and ingenious machinery comes in handy, and in addition, the purple jasmine has very low requirements for manpower, and it can almost be said that they can grow very strong even without any extra care, so in addition to the flower fields, even the homeless people have the shadow of this flower in front of and behind the house, after all, the seeds of this flower can be sold for money.

Purple jasmine is not actually beautiful, it looks like a little trumpet, and it has such a name because of its jasmine scent, but there are also homeless people who call them angels' trumpets, and perhaps for them, this kind of flower that can fill them up and be well-being is more worthy of respect than a real angel's horn - Louis knew that they often picked up fallen flowers and put them on the altar of the church - and of course not on the branches.

In addition to the deep purple-red, the purple jasmine also has gold and red, and there are also whites, and many kinds of flowers, even if they are mediocre, are very beautiful when they are gathered together, and the purple jasmine is still not beautiful even if it is planted in large areas—and by this time they have all produced black seeds, and the king takes Marie to the other side of Versailles, where pink roses, which are native to France, are planted.

"This is the rose used to make rouge?" asked Mary.

"No, that's not enough. The king said, "I have planted for you, my little rose." He said, plucking one and gently inserting it between Marie's curls, who had never used a hair towel since he had little Champagne make her curls.

After they had walked around the roses for a while, admiring the delicate but vibrant flowers, the king led Mary up a hill where they could see a busy crowd digging earth, and the king told him that he was going to dig a canal here.

"For the sake of these outcasts?" asked Mary, surprised.

Louis smiled, "No," he said, he was not yet so selfless, and he had such an idea because he wanted to build a new and magnificent palace here, but it would inevitably run out of staggering and even desperate money, so the matter was only in his pamphlet— But some preparations can be made now, he can't abandon the outcasts who followed him to Versailles, but unlimited offerings will only provide for a bunch of insatiable parasites, and even if people say he is merciful, he doesn't want people to mistake his mercy for cowardice, so he must offer these outcasts work, not mercy.

They got on their horses and walked slowly towards the construction site, and Mary looked curiously at the strangely shaped construction equipment, which by this time already had primitive pulleys and booms, but they were also dangerous besides swimming, and the safety awareness of the workers was very indifferent, and while the officials in charge of the site were bowing to the king continuously, they heard a scream, and then there was a commotion, and the king saw a woman running quickly towards the place where the smoke had risen, and when the dust cleared, they saw a young man who had fallen to the ground with a stone pressed on his feet, "Go and help. The king said, so his musketeers sent out a few men to rush to the wounded worker, but they had come not so much to help as to supervise, for before they had arrived, their fellow workers had already wrenched the stone, but the worker's leg was so bloody that it seemed that there was no way to treat it.

The woman wept, but not very alarmed.

In the past, people who were injured on the construction site could hardly be saved by luck, and if they were injured, most of them would have fallen into hell, but Louie could not improve their current working conditions and change their perceptions, so it was enough to prepare a sum of money for them for treatment and placement, and with Purple Jasmine, even if his leg was injured, the young man would still be able to support himself - so his mother, the woman, was only instinctively worried for a moment, and then went on the stretcher.

Mary tried to give them some reward, but Louis held back, "Don't," he whispered, "if you give money, then more people will be deliberately injured." "This kind of thing has not happened before, in this era, not to mention the precarious commoners, even the nobles are very contemptuous of their lives, they yearn for eternal life in heaven on the one hand, and on the other hand they seek a moment of pleasure in the mortal world, and the two add up, so that there are many outlaws.