Prince Condé stood in place for a while, deeply surprised, because although he knew the existence of the inner world, and had hunted werewolves with his own hands, and befriended wizards, he was still very unfamiliar with the vampire race, and he didn't think that the people around him would have anything to do with vampires, he thought of Bishop Mazaran, and wondered if the appearance of vampires was related to the mutual tilting of the inner world and the outer world, but at this moment, an ominous sound came from the forest, and the three men immediately tensed, and Prince Condé picked up a branch with an arrow step and pointed it at the place where the sound came from。

But soon the man who appeared before them made them laugh with joy, for it was none other than Prince Condé's sister, wife of the Duke of Longuville, who was dressed in the casual clothes of her travels, but still radiant, and as soon as she saw her brother, she pounced on him, and before Prince Condé could even throw away the branches, he could feel his sister's hot tears dripping down his shoulders, which made the valiant general soften his heart.

Mrs. Longeville held her lost brother tightly for a while before throwing herself into her husband's arms, perhaps because they were indeed under terrible threats, and Mrs. Longueville, who had always been unapologetic to her husband twice her age, became amiable, and kissed her husband, and tolerated her embrace of the little brother-in-law, Prince Conti, whom she did not like, who had been smiling and not caring indifferently, or rather, having had the playboy frivolity since he had come to his senses and knew that he would no longer be imprisoned or put to death。

Immediately behind Madame Longueville was the wife of the Prince of Condé, the niece of Richelieu, who had been an enemy of the Prince of Condé and others, but when Richelieu died, she became an ally of the Prince of Condé because of their common enemy, Maza, and what happened today was so surprising that the Prince of Condé could not continue his usual indifference, he stretched out his hand to his wife, and she immediately ran over with joy, and the Prince kissed him softly, more like a reward than love, but enough to bring tears to her eyes.

"I don't want to disturb you, Your Highness. ”

The Prince of Condé looked up and saw the Duke of La Rochefoucauld smiling out of the shadows cast by the dense foliage, of course, the men of this era would never be left alone by women and children unless they did not know it, and the two ladies must have someone around them to protect them - and the Duke of La Rochefoucauld was probably the most suitable person, and the vampires ...... Those people in the inner world are only afraid that they have an inexplicable relationship with this duke - Prince Condé had heard the priests around him complain that Duke La Rochefoucauld might have an affair with some dark creatures, but as a man, he felt understandable, but even if Prince Condé didn't care much about the affairs of the inner world, he knew that those "people" just now were not ordinary small characters, and maybe he also re-evaluated the weight of Duke La Rochefoucauld in his heart.

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld glanced at the carriage left behind by the vampires, it was spacious, the horses were robust, and there was no problem in carrying four men, but since the Duke of Longueville was there, he could no longer sit with Madame Longueville as he had come: "I have two coachmen," he said, "Your Majesty, please sit with your wife, and the Duke of Longerville with his wife, and I with Prince Conti." ”

"That's good. "Just do as you say, François, my friend, but tell me where we are going?"

"Go to Bordeaux first," said the Duke of La Rochefoucauld, jumping into the carriage and acting as a coachman for the time being, "the Duke of Engie (son of the Prince of Condé) and your loyal courtiers and soldiers are waiting for you there. ”

"Wait. Prince Conte suddenly asked, "What about our mother?" According to what he knew about the old prince's wife, she should be here, here are his two sons.

"The old lady is in Paris. Said the Duke of La Rochefoucauldt.

"Why is she still there?" In a Paris where there is no king, no queen mother, no bishop, full of thugs and conspirators, Prince Condé pushes his wife away and casts an angry look at her, "Why is she not with you?"

"Because ......"

"Because of her mother, her days are numbered. Unexpectedly, it was Madame Longueville who broke the ice for Madame Prince, her eyes filled with tears, which made them sparkling in the moonlight: "Mother insisted on staying in Paris. ”

"How can you allow it?"

"She's for you, Your Highness. "A few days after the king left Paris, Gaston, Duke of Orleans, appeared, and it is said that he was trying to obtain the title of 'acting king' from the High Court," said the Duke of La Rochefoucault. At this point, the Duke of La Rocheffoucault smiled contemptuously, and then became serious again: "While you are fighting bloodily, Your Highness, she will not allow others to take away your achievements easily, she must remain in Paris." ”

The Prince of Condé was silent, he knew that the old Madame Prince, their mother, Charlotte de Morancy, had been the dishonorable lover of Henry IV, because of this, the previous Prince Condé had to flee abroad, so as not to be persecuted by a jealous rival, Charlotte de Morancy was even the most favored by the then Queen Mother Marie Medici, from whom she received countless wealth, connections and power, even the Prince of Condé was not sure whether she loved Henry IV or hated him.

The only thing that is certain is that the old lady must have loved her children very much, especially the Prince of Condé, who had been destined by doctors and priests to leave this filthy world soon, but instead of making the final journey safely, she frantically became the elbow of the Duke of Orleans, Gaston, and the royalists in Paris with the last of her strength.

"Let's go. Mrs. Longueville said, "Don't waste your mother's effort in vain. ”

Prince Condé was silent for a moment, then finally gave up resistance and stepped into the carriage.

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld sighed softly, and it was a fluke, and when he returned to the Louvre from the Boulogne woods, ready to surrender to Cardinal Mazarin, his servant ran to bring the news that the three Prince Condé had been arrested by the bishop, which made him kneel on the ground at once, and thanked God, but thanks God to God, and when Madame Longuville came to beg him to rescue Prince Condé and others, his first thought was the enemy of God.

He didn't expect that things would be so easy, Amon, his master in the other world, would agree to his request so simply, and he didn't care about the good show he didn't see, and this kind of heart that can be described as changing quickly made the Duke of La Rocheffoucauld worried— If the guards of the castle of Vincenna had discovered their plan and chased them out, the attendants he had left here might not have been able to guarantee the well-being of His Royal Highness, and the Duke of La Rochefowaucauld did not consider himself to be so lucky to have Amon grant his request again.

The carriage carrying the Prince of Condé drove out of the forest, into the mist of dawn, and headed for Bordeaux.

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On the same night, the Queen Mother and the King of France had already arrived in a remote town, because Saint-Germain-en-Laye had been surrounded by several rebellious towns, and this time they had to choose a different path, but this time they did not leave in such a hurry, and they took with them all the jewels and money orders they could.

The people of this town should have been curious about such nobles, but because there were so many nobles who had recently escaped from Paris, and many of them had passed through here, they were more likely to hope to get money from them, and after receiving some rewards, they went away satisfied— The only place in the town that could accommodate the king and his party was a dilapidated place that doubled as a tavern and an inn, and the attendants, after looking at the rooms, thought that the queen mother and the king were better off resting in the carriage, and as for the food they served, Bontang - he had only been lucky enough to be thrown in a storeroom, and had not suffered much damage other than a little blood loss and a few bites from rats— After checking at the king's request, and finding that only raw eggs could be placed on the nobles' plates after being washed and cooked, the king gave him a sum of money to go into town to find more eggs, and begged his musketeers and attendants not to eat the shoddy sawdust bread, milk floating with straw stalks and cow dung, or the old strips of dried meat, which were the only guards he had to withstand.

Just when the king returned to the carriage with a rare disregard for his manners, he saw the female official beside the Queen Mother standing by the carriage, saying something to Mary, and the little witch lowered her head and looked unhappy.

As soon as Marie saw the king approaching, she pounced on the female officer in her disapproving eyes, hugged the king's waist, and Louis touched her fluffy hair, "What's the matter, ma'am," he nodded to the queen mother's female officer, "Did Marie make any mistakes?"

The lady saluted the king before she said helplessly: "She has spoken and come into contact with a commoner." ”

The king understood at once that it would be considered rather rude for a person of low status to casually talk to a person of higher status than him, and that a nobleman should not speak directly to a commoner, she should let her servants convey or signal on her behalf, that Mary's current status was almost the same as that of a lord or even a princess, and that only a person of this status could be allowed to serve the Queen Mother at all times— This was exactly what her father and uncle had hoped for, so that Mary, who had come from an ordinary background, could become the wife of a duke or prince - so it was too ...... Frivolous behavior is inevitably criticized.

"She's still a child. Madame," said Louis, "she will understand later." ”

Since the king had said so, the lady could not pursue it any further, but bowed her knees to the king again and walked away, and Mary grinned in the king's ear, and then took the king to the commoner, a middle-aged man with a sad face, but with a pair of slender and white hands like nobles.

The king cast an inquiring look, and Marne said in a very small voice, "Your Majesty, he is a master of potions. ”