"Is that the illegitimate son of Urban VIII?"

Louis turned his head and saw his brother Philip poking his head out of the door: "Don't look like that," he gently reproached, "it's not etiquette." Bontang, go get a chair," he turned to Philip again, "Has Mother gone to Mass again?"

"Yes. Philippe said that he had come in from the outside, and that before the "suspenders" ceremony had been held, he could only wear a sumptuous little dress of silk satin, but inside the gown hung the dagger that Louis had given him, and he walked all the way up to Louis and curtsied to him, before moving to the chair that Bontang had brought - in this palace for the time being only three men could sit face to face with the king like this, Bishop Mazarin, Queen Anne and her brother Philippe, in fact, Bishop Mazarin did not approve of Louis's tolerance of Philippe, according to him, the brother should stand in front of the king like a courtier.

Louis did not think that such red tape could do much to a true careerist, and Gaston, Duke of Orleans, kissed his brother's robe during Louis XIII's lifetime, but he was not merciful when he rebelled, and he did have a sense of regret for Philippe, which made him always very tolerant of his brother.

"Where are you going to have dinner, Your Majesty?" Bontang asked respectfully, that the young king was a man of great affection, and that his breakfast was usually served alone in his bedchamber, and his lunch was at the time and place, sometimes in the study, sometimes in the courtyard, sometimes in the forest (when he was out hunting), but that dinner was usually with the Queen Mother, and the Princesses and Relatives (i.e., Queen Mary and Princess Henrietta of England, the Duchess of Montpensier, or perhaps the Prince of Condé), and they would exchange a little interesting rumor and occasionally enjoy music during the meal. For the dishes for dinner, the king is always personally inquired about, trying his best to take care of everyone's tastes and ensure that they are healthy and delicious.

"Today I used it with Philip in the small hall. The small hall was one of the corridors on the ground floor of Richelieu's house facing the garden, at the end of the "bow gallery", and although it was walled on three sides, it was an advantage in the bitter winter, and the room was small enough to warm it with a small amount of charcoal—the royal family did not care about the cost of a little charcoal fire now, but Louis could not bear to throw away the useless money at the thought of the tens of thousands of hungry mobs outside.

He got up from his seat, and Philip jumped up quickly, and stretched out his arms to the king, although the queen mother always called him "my little girl", and the attendants and servants always treated him as if they were a princess, but Philip did not deviate too much from his position—he was like a knight, ready to let the king hold his arm, that is, to be his majesty's pillar and his majesty's shield.

"Bring me my beaver fur hat. Louis said, "Bring Philippe, we're going to walk down the promenade for a while." ”

The chief of the Tibetan clothes behind Bang Tang immediately went to the door and gave orders to the dressed attendants for the day, and the dressed attendants gave orders to the servants, and the king and the royal brother waited for a few minutes before they were finally able to put on their hats and heavy cloaks, and walk hand in hand towards the small hall.

Before this, Bang Tang also issued an order to the general manager of the charcoal fire, so that the charcoal fire in the small hall could be ignited, but this was not a matter of concern to the king, and by the time he and the royal brother arrived, the small hall was already warm, and the king sat at the head of the table, and the royal brother accompanied him on the left hand side, pouring water for the king and preparing spices. Louis asked him to pour himself a glass of water, picked out some pepper sauce and let him return to his place, "Thank you," he said, "Philip, thank you very much for your service, you can sit down, today you have your favorite pigeon, you have to eat as much as you can." ”

Philip bowed and thanked the king before he sat down calmly, the pigeon was stewed to-day, with white mushrooms and chopped celery in its belly, and salt and pepper were put in it, which was a soup, and the king ate in moderation, sharing a pigeon with his brother, but only a creamy beet soup.

Although there should be four soups according to the rules, Louis outlawed such rules early on, and gluttony is a way for people today to show off their wealth and power, but it is not so necessary for a king who has not yet been formally involved in government affairs.

Then there was the roast duck stuffed with apples, and the king chose only some duck breasts and apples baked in it, apples were probably the only fruits that could be roasted and sweeter after roasting, and when soaked in the sweet and sour juice of apples, the fat duck skin would also become refreshing, and the royal brother Philip ate a pair of duck legs with relish.

The third course consisted of roasted lamb pieces, ham slices, boiled eggs and cheese, Louis still only chose some ham slices on the plate, and when the main food came up, he wrapped the thinly shaved lettuce with ham and cheese and ate it, and sometimes when he was out hunting, he also carried his lunch in this way, so people called it "king's bread" and quickly became popular among the nobles and nobles, and even the bishop of Mazaran would call a "king's bread" when he was busy with official business.

After that, there were three different kinds of jams, lingonberries, peaches and blackberries, and the king picked some lingonberry jam and rubbed it on about a mouthful of bread to end the day's meal.

The royal brother Philip ate a lot of jam, and in the winter there was not much fruit, only jam, and Louis had always been cautious about this so-called jam, which was similar to adding fruit to sugar, but from the Queen Mother to Philip, there was no one who did not take it seriously.

At last the attendant brought the milk, and at the sight of it Philip frowned, he did not like milk, but it was something that his brother had decreed that he must eat, "because it would make you taller." The king said this—Louis watched Philip add several tablespoons of jam to it before he could barely drink it, amused and helpless, and he ordered the cook to add almonds to the milk to get rid of the taste that children did not like, but this was quickly objected to by Queen Mother Anne, because ...... Most poisons smell like almonds, and once a food has an almond flavor in it, it's hard to tell if it will suddenly become deadly.

This is not a joke, as mentioned earlier, Philip III's unfortunate eldest son died because of a sauce with grated cherry pits.

Not only did Philippe drink it, but Louis drank it too, they were now in the first period of development, and they had to lay a good foundation, not to joke, when the king and the duke still needed to go into battle in person, not to mention that there were monsters and unknown people from another world staring in the shadows—they obviously had no reverence for the king, just like the citizens of Paris.

"Tell the cook today that the stewed pigeon is well done, and reward him with a little eju. Louis said, "Ask him to prepare another one for my aunt and my cousin, for it is so cold that you need more pepper in the soup." ”

Bang Tang immediately took the order to retreat.

Brother Wang, who was lazily holding a pickled olive, couldn't help but pout when he ate a bite, and Louis gave him a stern look: "Don't be like this, Philip, they are our relatives, and we should have taken care of them." ”

"But they all said it was because you were in love with Henrietta. Philip said.

"What kind of bastard is this," Louis said angrily, "I should really warn the people around you, Henrietta is only six years old, what kind of person can fall in love with a six-year-old child?"

Philip was silent for a moment, "That's good," he said, "Mother is worried about this, they are not prepared to make Henrietta your wife." He fiddled with the silver knife and fork in front of him, which Marie Medici had brought to the French court after marrying from Italy to France, when the French court preferred to eat with their fingers, and the priests accused the Medici daughter of being too extravagant, and from Louis XIII onwards, the court gradually began to return to its original state, and when Louis XIV was able to decide for himself how to eat, the knife and fork were served on the table again.

"What do you know?" Louis didn't move much around the Queen Mother, so the news might not be as good as Philippe's.

"Because of your previous insistence," said Philip, "your ...... to Charlie, Duke of Cornwall." Kuanren aroused the suspicion of some who probably could not accept an English princess to be the queen, although Queen Mary of England and Princess Henrietta were apparently willing to enter into such a marriage. ”

"They are right," said Louis, "I will not choose Henrietta to be my wife." ”

"Why, don't you love her?" asked Philippe, "although I hate her, Henrietta is indeed a good choice in terms of identity, appearance, and cultivation. ”

Louis smiled, since he knew that he was Louis XIV, he was sure that his future marriage would not be purely based on love and identity, "I will not marry Henrietta." He reiterated that England and France were like two swords, hostile and incompatible, and that he aided the Duke of Cornwall only because as a king he had to stand firmly on the side of the traitors, and that his future wife must come from a country that could be of mutual benefit to France, and that Henrietta was out from the beginning.

Philip was obviously about to say something, but suddenly there was a crisp click outside the door, and the king immediately jumped up from his chair and rushed out of the door, and there was no one outside the door, and while he had made a note of the negligent attendant, he bent down and picked up a small bag, which was familiar to him, and he put it to his nose and sniffed it, smelling a strong smell of sulfur, and immediately identified the person who had come.

"It's all right," he said to Philip, who looked equally nervous, as he walked in, "I know who the man is," and he paused, "not an enemy." ”