Now that it was decided, the next day's itinerary was swiftly handed over to Cardinal Mazarin, who carefully examined the king's letter, not so much as to judge the seriousness of the letter as to assess the young king's application and proficiency in the letter, and after reading it, he wrote directly under it: "Obey the order." He signed his name at the bottom of this sentence, and attached a note to the leader of his mercenaries, instructing him to send a hundred strong and beautiful young men to take charge of the safety of the Queen Mother, the King, and the Princess, and each of them to receive a gold louis allowance.

Before sending the letter, he sent a credible priest to ask the presiding judge of the Inquisition (the Tribunal of Paris) to come to him, and he exchanged a thousand louis for the presiding judge's promise that there would be no werewolves or vampires in the streets of Paris to-morrow— The young Mr. Elarius, with his slender brown eyes, and his smile like a fox, looked at the gold coins crowded in the small boxes one by one, and mentioned casually that he had received again yesterday a letter from Mr. Majdalcini, in which the agent, who had become God's agent, Mr. Majdalcini, was "quite" The Inquisition did not approve of the Inquisition's ambiguous gesture towards the French royal family, and demanded that they withdraw from Paris as soon as possible, until Bishop Mazarin was willing to accede to their request to no longer shelter the Barberini family of Urban VIII and expel them from Paris.

But even in order to thank Urban VIII for his promotion, Bishop Mazaran would not do it, not to mention that he had received a considerable gift from the Barberini family, and France was not afraid of Innocent X, his only miscalculation was that the church took advantage of the civil riots in Paris to urgently summon the presiding judge of the Inquisition at that time, so that the king and his party were attacked by a group of Serbian werewolves, but fortunately, the Inquisition at that time still had a hole card of Bishop Mazaran - That is, Mr. Elarius.

Mr. Elallho was originally only a small clerk of the court of Paris, and his ability to act beyond his authority was not unrelated to the fact that his appointment as presiding judge was due to the strong support of Mr. Mazarin, and as for the former presiding magistrate, since he was willing to obey the papal edict, he remained in Rome forever and did not return to Paris.

But it should be solemnly stated that although Mr. Elalio and Bishop Mazaran are on the same side, business still needs to be done, after all, the people of the inner world have also reminded Elalho that he cannot be as inclined to the world as the previous presiding judge, whether it is the Holy Father or the bishop - Mazaran is quite unimpressed, but for him, what can be solved with Jin Louis is not a matter, and it is also convenient for Elarius to show goodwill to the people of the inner world.

"Do you have enough wheat?"

"Enough. Elarius said, "Or you can give us some more grease." ”

The bishop nodded, "Take it." He said, "I will let the merchant come to you." "Elarius, though young, never revealed much to him about the inner world, just as he never answered questions about wheat, and was always vague about other supplies, lest the bishop might guess how much power they still had in the inner world, but they were always very welcoming to the golden louis, although Mazarin's spies never saw a single coin marked in the circulating market.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Elehous immediately took his leave, and did not appear to be very close to Mr. Bishop, and as soon as he left, the vicar of the church, Reis, came to visit, and this guy was really brazen, he seemed to be on their side during the riots, and when the king returned to Paris, he made a gesture of loyalty to the royal family, and visited the Queen Mother Anne frequently, trying to persuade her to take Mazarin's place.

If it weren't for the king's resolute opposition, maybe he would really succeed, looking at the old face that was even uglier than himself, Bishop Mazaran tried to open the drawer several times and throw in his face the letter written by the deputy bishop of Reis to the Prince of Condé and the Duke of Orleans, Gaston, but then he still suppressed his anger and politely sent him away, and in addition, he reminded the vicar of Reis that the king was interested in rebuilding the chapel of the Dourery Palace, which, of course, was very pious, and the vicar could not turn a blind eye to it.

The king then unexpectedly received two bills of exchange, one from the Bishop of Mazaran for a thousand gold louis, and one from the Vice-Bishop of Reis, worth fifteen hundred gold louis.

Then it would be easy for him to do what he was to do, and certainly not all of them would be exchanged for bread, but would only feed the hoarding wheat merchants, and the king gave the matter to Mr. Fouquet, and the magistrate, who was once again given another chance to prove himself, and would exchange the money for the most coarse grains, such as oats, rye, peas, etc., which would be directly available to everyone who would come to work in the chapel.

To his regret, the king, though he relied on him very much, also gave Jean-Baptiste Colbert an opportunity, yes, the small merchant who provided the king with horses, and his task was much more dangerous and difficult than that of Fouquet, because he had to go to Italy to buy as much corn as he could, and this crop was also cultivated in France, but the citizens of Paris were not yet very familiar with it, and because of this its price had not yet been raised by unscrupulous merchants.

The king stood at the window and watched Colbert ride his horse out of Richelieu's house, and at first he cautiously followed the horse on foot, and when he came to the corner of the street he could not help jumping on his horse with excitement and galloping at a gallop, but no, such a chariot merchant could only have the privilege of seeing the faces of the nobles when he was guarding the door, but he had already entered the house and served the king as the noble lords.

"Better not let me down. Louis muttered that the bishop and the queen mother did not approve of the king's appointment of Colbert, because he was not even as good as Nicolas Fouquet, whose grandfather, father and himself were the king's supervisors, that is, they could barely be regarded as "nobles in robes", although such an identity could be hereditary if they paid an annual tribute of "polekin" to the king, which was completely incomparable with the "saber noble" who had previously obtained titles by blood and merit, but it was better than an ordinary chauffeur merchant.

It was not easy to convince them, and it is conceivable that if Kirbert did not do this well, it would be very difficult for Louis to promote anyone in the future, in this case, Monsieur Kirbert not only lost the opportunity to get ahead, but even a noose awaited him.

Today the king goes to bed a little later than usual, but still earlier than most of the people in the court, just like now, the bell of Notre-Dame has struck five times, the citizens have gone to bed, but the night in the court has just begun, if there is no ball, then the Queen Mother Anne and the ladies must be gambling, there is very little entertainment in this era, Louis also wondered if he could come up with some games to squeeze the gambling position, but thinking of what he might have to do in the future, he put it down gently.

And just as he was about to go to bed, the head of his palace and his first attendant, Bontang, also returned, and according to custom, he was to supervise the royal brother Philip, The sleeping condition of Princess Henrietta and Miss Marie Mancini, if they remained in a place other than the bedchamber, Bontang read to them the king's edict to go back to bed at once, which was one of the anecdotes of the nobles, and the Queen Mother Anne was very indulgent about it, although in her heart it was not worth caring when the children went to bed, and they were not commoners who needed to get up early to work or be stingy with candles, but she was glad to see that the king was able to take care of his brother.

"His Royal Highness Philip thanks and greets you, and Her Royal Highness Princess Henrietta thanks and greets you...... Miss Marie Mancini......"

Louie waited for a long time and couldn't wait for the next sentence, he put on his long linen underwear, "What?"

Bontang looked around and made sure that it was only the king and himself: "Mademoiselle Mancini wants me to bring you this, she said that putting this under the pillow will make one sleep well and energetic......"

Bontang's hesitation was not unreasonable, because what Marie Mancini gave him was very similar to ...... Some kind of instrument for curses.

It was the fruit of an oak tree, but dyed turquoise, and the lower part was carved into the shape of a closed eye, with the eyelids and eyeballs clearly recognizable, with strange inscriptions engraved on them, and it was fixed to a silver base made into a raven's wings.

The king sighed softly, "It's just the little girl's whims," and he said, "Bontang, give it to me." ”

He took the acorn fruit from the hand of Bang Tang, who was still a little hesitant, and put it under his pillow at the mouth of the palace steward, and sure enough, he slept so well that he doubted that he had not turned over in his sleep.

Bang Tang opened the window, and the fresh, cold air immediately rushed into the room, as well as the transparent and brilliant golden morning light.

At this time, there were at least two bells to ring before the Queen Mother woke up, and the peasants, townspeople, and merchants were already in the streets, and the King had a light breakfast to complete his two lessons— Fencing and dancing, the younger brother Philip was his dance partner in the dance class, when he was fencing, the younger brother was going to try on new clothes, after the lesson he filled the tub with a cheese, and waited with the younger brother in the small reception room outside the queen mother's bedroom, the queen mother finished dressing and dressing after about an hour and a half, by this time the bell had already struck the third ring, it was noon, but for the queen mother, it was still a day of early getting up to go to the market.

After the Queen Mother's Mass, of course, their lunch was still served in Richelieu's house, and although centuries later people were more interested in eating while shopping, the Parisian markets were still mostly chalk and sawdust, and there was no leavened bread, wine mixed directly with foul river water, roast duck made of mud, and cheese full of maggots, which was only glittering because it was brushed with grease......

By the time the group had finally left the Richelieu house, the sunlight had slanted slightly, but fortunately the market of the Red Child, which Monsieur Bishop had chosen for them, was not far from the Richelieu house, which had been built at the time of Louis XIII, large and neat, and the dung on the pavement had not yet been piled up too high, and there were three or four jewellery and silk shops worth seeing, as well as coppersmiths, bakeries and pottery and toy workshops, fruit and vegetable stalls and livestock sellers in the squares of the streets, and then near the Seine, the fish market, which used a lot of water to handle the fish, and piles of fish skins, fish scales, fish entrails need to be thrown away, and Mr. Bishop does not advise the king to go there, because the stench there can be suffocating.

And then you just throw this suffocating garbage into the Seine and continue to fetch water in it?

Fortunately, Bishop Mazarin would not be stupid enough to drink this water, he, as well as the royal family, and some important ministers, all drank the spring water sent from Fontainebleau, which originally meant "beautiful spring", about fifteen franca from Paris, and every morning there was a carriage to bring water to the Richelieu house, and even the water for the king's bathing came from this- The price of water has long exceeded that of milk, and Louis certainly knows this, but he can also be regarded as unaware, and his frequent bathing is not just for cleanliness, but also for health, after all, medical treatment at this time is still equivalent to murder.

The king and the nobles could not have been able to go on foot, and they were escorted by musketeers and mercenaries in an open-top carriage to the Red Children's Bazaar, where a group of red-cloaked children ran out of a dark gray building, bowed to the king under the command of a priest, and shouted Long live the king.

"These are the children of the Santa Maria Orphanage. Seeing the king's bewildered look, Fouquet hurriedly leaned over and said, "They always wear red cloaks, which is why the market here is called the Red Children's Market." ”

The eldest of these children, who seemed to be the size of the king's brother Philip, held out his hand to Fouquet, who at once took out a purse of money, in which the king took out a large eju, and handed it to a musketeer who was by the carriage: "Go and give the priest a bowl of cabbage soup for the children, with cheese and butter in it." ”

The musketeer immediately complied, and the king returned the purse to Fouquet, who seemed to be eager to compliment the king's mercy, but by this time the market had arrived, and the king was distracted by a loud shout, and the robed nobleman had to shut his mouth in a daze, looking at the pale golden back of his head.