The king and his party had passed through another square in the darkness of the night, where a small battle had taken place, the soldiers had dispersed, the wounded were lying on the ground groaning, and some unscrupulous thugs were sneaking out of the dark corners, rummaging through the dead for valuables, shoulder straps, coats, belts, or boots—some of whom were not completely dead, but who were certain to die after such a whirlwind.

The passing carriages and musketeers, and the monks, alarmed them, and they fled back to their nests as quickly as rats exposed to the light, and shining eyes peeked out from behind chests or windows, and perhaps someone saw the monks' robes, and they cried low and painfully, begging for a chance to repent, but neither the king nor Elarius had any intention of stopping, and so did the monks, who were the spears and shields of God, but not his hands to appease mortals, and who were more willing and adept at eliminating evil than good, and Louis might as well claim that they had been attacked by ghouls or vampires, maybe someone will get off the horse and find out.

They had to go all the way to the Saint-Pierre church until they finally found a bridge over the Seine that had not been blocked or burned, and after crossing the Seine, they headed southwest.

It may have been only a thousand feet, or fifteen hundred feet, and the carriage was forced to stop again, and in the fog of the night appeared a neat and powerful legion, so said because the Duke of Motmar did not hear the familiar noises, and in this day and age it was simply not feasible to keep the soldiers disciplined as steel, like the new recruits recruited by General Schomberg, who could guarantee that they would not hit their own men when they used their weapons, and that they would not break away from the ranks while marching, even if God forbid, not to mention anything else, sometimes even the officers could hardly guarantee that they would not make mistakes, and duel for personal vendetta before going to war, or not obeying the orders of the superiors, with a sense of flesh and blood to do their own thing, is also commonplace - so hundreds or thousands of people together, noisy, and cooing is completely normal.

The legions they met were completely different, they were all wearing black coats, white shirts, gray trousers, and the officers had bright red shoulder straps diagonally across their shoulders, the duke looked away and looked at the king's shoulders, and the king's shoulder straps were indeed bright red, and the officer at this time had dismounted twenty feet from the carriage, and he didn't look like a Frenchman, and then the duke heard him, sure enough, no, but he had great respect for the king— They spoke in Low German, the duke had learned the language, but was not so proficient that he could only understand a few words in it, but what was there not to understand when he saw such a scene and connected with what had happened before?

The Duke of Motemar had been with the Prince of Condé for so long, and had never heard of a king with such an army...... Although it is also said that there was a general from the Holy Roman Empire who served the king, and that the Viscount of Tyrrenne was also under the king's command, others say that the general was merely employed by the bishop of Mazarin, and that once the king returned to Paris, their contract was terminated, and no one cared about a foreigner - as for the viscount of Tyrenne, he did not seem to have appeared with the king, as if he had disappeared after leaving Hitelle, and the Prince of Condé had sought him, but to no avail.

Now this ...... General Schaumberg appeared, and Viscount Tirrenne was afraid that he would also lead his army somewhere, and the Prince of Condé was still in a daze and ignorance to fight to the death with his considered enemy, the Duke of Gaston - Duke Motmar thought of the work given to him by the king, yes, the king would not want to see one of the two completely overpower the other, after all, for the hunter, the best outcome is that the prey fight each other until the last moment, and every drop of blood in the body is the best.

"Has Tirrenne already arrived in Saint-Gerve?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. "His herald has just left me. ”

"Now......" the king asked, and Schaumberg at once took out the clock, "it's four o'clock." ”

"Five o'clock," said the king, "you will be able to attack the rebels in Paris." He smiled meaninglessly: "We have just passed through the Place de la Bastille, where the Prince of Condé and the Duke of Guise have fought a battle. ”

General Schaumberg immediately showed a look of concern: "I hope you are not in danger. ”

"It is not me who is in danger," said the king, "the Prince of Condé will not go very far, and you may ......," he muttered for a moment, "I do not want to hear much of his departure from Paris." ”

He straightened his shoulder strap with a gloomy expression: "I have heard that the envoys of the Spaniards have been in close contact with him. ”

General Schaumberg immediately bowed his head and agreed.

"But if it is possible," said Louis at last, still reluctantly, "I assure him that his life is safe," and General Schaumberg immediately agreed, and in this day it would be strange for Louis not to do so, but what the general did not expect was that Louis said again when he put one foot on the pedal of the carriage, "But, General, please also tell the Viscount of Tyrrenne that if there is any possibility of hurting you in the process, then it is not important to give up." He simply said: "It doesn't matter to me whether Condé is dead or alive, but you are completely different." ”

Almost at the same time, the Duke of Motmar looked into the general's face, who might not have understood it for a moment, but when the carriage began to move, the duke saw the general bent down deeply until he could no longer see.

"Your Majesty," said the Duke of Motmar, after a long silence, "you will be the envy of many in the future." ”

"Huh?" Louis said, looking up from the stack of letters that General Schaumberg had just handed him, "of course," he said, "I am the King of France. ”

The presiding judge, who was still allowed to ride with the king and the duke, laughed.

Paris was finally left behind them, and even if they didn't look at it, the three of them knew who the final victor would be, and the young king might have been controlled and taught by the cunning Bishop Mazarin, but as far as the Duke and the Presiding Judge had seen, the king also had an enviable talent, which they did not see in the Prince of Condé or the Duke of Gaston, but for their own thoughts, they kept wonderfully quiet for the rest of the journey.

They entered Versailles at dawn, and although it was only a few months, Versailles was no longer what it used to be, and the small building used by Louis XIII as a hunting palace was added with wings that looked like wings— The extra room made the royal family a lot more comfortable, and although the king did not ask the musketeer to report it, as soon as his carriage entered the courtyard, he saw the Queen Mother Anne hurrying down the steps, but she could not be faster than the royal brother Philip, and he rushed forward, hugged Louis tightly, and put his forehead on Louis's shoulder. He was only two years younger than Louis, and the twelve-year-old boy had the rudiments of an adult like a newborn arbor, except that he was still wearing a nightgown instead of a nightgown.

Louis touched Brother Wang's back, "I've always been worried about you. Philip said that his eyes reflected the light of a torch — and that was clearly not just because he had bright eyes.

"Nothing. Louis said, "I said I would leave Paris too." When he had decided to send the Queen Mother and Philip away first, it was not easy, because Philip thought that he should be left behind, not the King, and the Queen Mother persuaded him, much to Louis's relief, after all, he did not want to tell Philippe directly that General Schaumberg and Viscount Tyrrenne would not accept another person, even if it was the Prince's brother—if he could, then Louis might have to make a decision that he was not willing to make.

"But this is the last time," said the king, taking his brother by the shoulder, as he walked toward his mother, "I swear to you. He said: "When we return to Paris, there will be no one who can drive us away anymore – we will truly become masters of the city, as our fathers and grandfathers did – and I will give you a great feast to complete your 'suspenders' ceremony." He let out a long sigh: "I've had enough of skirts, and so do you." ”

"I'm not so hateful," said Brother Wang, "but I also want to be like you, brother, and I want to be a general, so that I can fight for you." ”

"Yes. The king said that by this time they had come to the Queen Mother, and the King came forward, took the mother's hand, put it to the lips and kissed it.

Then came the Queen Mother of England and the eldest princess Henrietta, who was still under the patronage of the King of France, and finally Marry Mancini, who, without even waiting for the King to speak, jumped on top of him and buried her face in his still thin chest.

To Louis's surprise, the royal brother Philippe did not say anything, you know, perhaps because he was more around the queen mother, Philippe valued etiquette very much, and did not like anyone except himself and their mother, who was so close to the king - Louis later learned that when he was still in Paris, the royal brother who was forced to return to Versailles first was able to hold back his anxiety and wait patiently because of Marie's raven.

In other words, have I been being spied on by you all the time?

So both were punished for it.

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And just when the king's brother Philip and the little witch Mary were staring at a considerable set of tomes with sad faces, biting their quill pens in a daze, the king's long-awaited news finally came.

Paris was back in the hands of the king.

Both the Duke of Gaston and his daughter, the Duchess of Montpensier, were captured, and the Duke of Guise surrendered, but the Prince of Condé fled.