Mary couldn't speak, things were changing so fast, she couldn't even understand how things could have come to such a situation—no, she was aware of it, after all, she was also a wizard, and she knew what her brother Felipe was, a woman like Madame Lafayette, not only with respect, but also with literacy and learning, and at the same time the female companion of the Duchess of Montpensier, who had neither identity nor bearing for a man like Felipe— No matter how beautiful he was, he couldn't win the lady's affection, let alone let alone let him play with him like a doll—Felipe's Potions class was indeed better than her when she was in the inner world.

The king examined his brother's wounds, and the gilded dagger belonged to Philip, Duke of Anjou, that is, most likely, he stabbed himself when he sensed something was wrong - Louis didn't know what Felipe had done to him and the other noblewomen, but he had remembered the bottles of potions that Vaisali had placed in front of him, and if he had known that potions could silently confuse a person's mind, he would not have taken it lightly.

But it was clearly not the time to pursue the matter, and Louis avoided Philippe's wound and carried him to his shoulder, but fortunately Philip was very thin and the king was strong enough to carry him without difficulty, and Mary rushed over to open the door for him.

When the king appeared before Bontang with his wounded brother, he and his attendants were taken aback, but the king told them with extraordinary calm that he and his brother had met the Assassin, and that unfortunately, in order to hide his tracks, the assassin had killed Mr. Bishop's nephew, Mr. Felipe, and that the brother had been wounded while protecting him—and at the sight of the king's gloomy eyes, Bontang and his attendants knew that no matter what the truth was tonight, there was only this they could say.

The two attendants went into the room to clean up the mess, the king took Philip back to his bedchamber, he asked the royal doctor to treat the royal brother, and then sat alone in the small hall outside, and after ten minutes or so, the sound of footsteps appeared in the corridor, and the queen mother and the ladies with panicked faces hurried to arrive.

"How is he?" called the Queen Mother, "Philip, how is he?"

Louis stood up and shook the Queen Mother's hand: "The shoulder is injured, and the doctor is treating him." ”

"Let me go in and see him. ”

"The scene inside is not very suitable for you," said the king softly, "Mother." ”

"He's my son!" insisted the Queen Mother. But then she found that the king stood between her and the bedchamber, not moving, and she looked at Louis, as if she had realized that what had happened in that remote room could be hidden from others, but not from the queen mother, and a wave of anger welled up in her heart, and she clenched her fists, and her lips trembled uncontrollably: "You are doubting me!" she exclaimed, "You are doubting me! You think it is me......"

"Shhhh ”

The Queen Mother's lips twitched a few times, and she wanted to say something, but she was silent.

Louis watched the Queen Mother and the others leave the room, he asked Bontang to wait outside, and went into the dormitory himself, the doctors had already cut off the Duke's coat and shirt, and were cleaning Philippe's wounds with spirits, but fortunately the gilded dagger was used more as an ornament, and was occasionally used as a table knife, and there was not much dirt on it—the king had to come to see it in person, to make sure that the doctors did not come up with some medical options that were more like torture than treatment— Incidentally, the doctors were ordered to wash their hands and faces, wear satin masks, and wear loose, clean robes before entering the room.

One of the doctors offered to use weapon ointment, which was approved by the other doctors, and Louis allowed it.

Well, speaking of this weapon ointment, it is probably the most effective wound treatment drug of this era - only referring to the surface world, because the way this ointment is used is: first find the knife or sword that caused the wound, and then apply this ointment on it, as for the patient, just wrap the wound with a white cloth, and the wounded who use this ointment have the highest recovery rate.

Of course, for those who can see it, the advantage of this ointment is that it is not applied to the patient at all, and the doctors at this time have no concept of cleanliness at all, their hands are full of bacteria, and the drugs they use are often mixed with feces and filth, and those who have been treated by them are basically inevitably killed, and only the luckiest can escape death - the advantage of weapon ointment is probably that the patient does not have to touch it, and does not have to touch the patient.

The biggest difficulty with this ointment would be that they had to find the sword that caused the wound, but fortunately, the dagger that injured the royal brother was on the scene and was taken back by Bang Tang.

While the doctors were noisily trying to make the ointment, Louis sat down on the edge of the bed and pressed Philip's forehead, who had woken up - the wound was irritated by the spirits, and it was difficult for him to continue unconscious unless he was dead, he looked at his brother and smiled with difficulty - Louis touched his soaked forehead soothingly, "Mary!" and he said, "Have you brought the medicine?"

Mary nodded at once, lifted her skirt, and took out two or three small bottles from the pouch tied to her petticoat.

Louis felt that Philip was squeezing his hand hard, and he immediately shook it back: "Don't be afraid," he said in Philip's ear: "This is Mary, she is loyal to me, and we will deal with your wounds now," In this era, trauma should not be underestimated, many people died because of infection and fever after injury, and Philip used a lot of force when he stabbed himself, the wound was deep enough to penetrate a little finger, and the king did not want him to leave any sequelae, then, the wizard's medicine became the best choice.

Marie handed over the vial, and the king shook it at the candle, and found that there were at least four or five sips of potion in the brown glass bottle: "How much do you want to drink?"

"Three mouthfuls will do. Mary said.

The king looked at her deeply, and instead of giving the bottle to Philip at once, he took a sip of it himself! He said, then flipped open his palm to see that the wound on it was healing rapidly—the result of the force he had used to kill Felipe.

"Drink. Louis said, but he didn't have to obey his orders, Philip immediately took the bottle, and drank the potion in one gulp, obviously he was more worried that his brother would take another sip than he was afraid of the wizard, even if he could feel the pain disappear more than half after drinking the potion, he was still full of disgust for this devil's creation.

Louis returned the bottle to Marley, and watched Philip pour back the fluffy goose-down pillow, his face still pale, but there was already a hint of blood, at least much better than it had been a few minutes ago, and the blood on the clean linen did not expand any further: "I know you need more rest now," Louis said gently, "but I still have some questions for you." ”

"Please, brother. Philip said.

"I want to know, what did Felipe do to you?" Louie asked.

"I don't know. Philip said, "I only know of a day when I suddenly had a crush on this man, Your Majesty, as if he were a trusted friend." ”

"That's why you went to be Count d'Artagnan's assistant when he asked for a duel, right?"

"Yes. ”

"And what happened tonight?" Louie asked.

"He courted me," Philip looked at Mary, who had kept her head down, he didn't quite understand why his brother had left her here, but since the king had done so, he must have had a point, and he thought back to what had happened— Under Louis's protection, the royal brother never bowed his head to anyone, nor did he criticize himself for the sins of others, Felipe died a miserable death in front of him, even if the canonical punishment was severe, his punishment was nothing more than that, so Philippe was not affected badly by this, so he said very happily: "I rejected him, he was very angry, and then said something stupid, I don't know what it was, but when I found that my body was out of control, I gave it to myself." ”

Louis listened carefully and nodded, "Mary," he shouted, "do you know what this is?"

Mary hesitated: "No...... Not a very powerful potion," she said, "must say, Your Majesty, that it is used in some need...... Need...... For example, to say, ......"

Louis didn't understand her at all, but Philip did—of course the musketeers or ministers around the king wouldn't talk to him about any affair, but around the queen mother, the conversation of the ladies was almost inextricably ambiguous," the princess interrupted, deeply disgusted with Mary's brother, but not so angry that he lost his mind and humiliated a young woman who was not yet married: "Is it the same with Madame Lafayette?"

"Yes. Mary said at once, almost at the same time she felt a chill of coldness, almost instinctively, and she explained eagerly: "But nothing more, it only slightly affects the mood of the person who is applied, and makes him feel pleasant and comfortable—like hearing a bird singing, and like seeing a bright rose...... The more determined the person, or the more guarded, the more difficult it is for this drug to work. ”

"So after he had done that, Madame Lafayette refused to see him, and I was able to realize that something was wrong. Philip said, "I'm not interested in sharing a bed with a man. ”

"He made a mistake. The king took out the silk handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.