What makes people feel very strange is that the guard on duty also knows this lady, when she appears in a young appearance, she is the lover of the Count of d'Artagnan here, she is not high, her appearance is mediocre, but she is better than the graceful figure, especially the slender waist that seems to break at any time, the full chest and buttocks, let the new Mr. Count linger, the only regret that this lady is a commoner, and her hands and feet are not as small and smooth as the court ladies under perennial labor.

The lady showed the guards her basket, which contained only bread and berries, and the guards let her into the camp, which was a street that had been requisitioned, and they watched her walk slowly into the small building where the chief was, and while soothing the lord's body and mind, she had to make up his room and prepare his meal, for she was nominally a hired servant— A few minutes later, a handsome musketeer walked out, his face and curly hair familiar to the guards as well as strange, like someone who often passes in front of you and you don't know...... The gentleman did not leave the street, but went to the place where the musketeers had gathered, and the guards withdrew their gaze and continued to look with wariness beyond the fortifications.

The musketeers looked up at the place where she was no more than five hundred feet, and the king's garrison was a layer, with the army at the outer, and the guards at the back, and after the guards were the musketeers and knights, and the king was guarded by them like a jewel in the crown, and between her and the king's room was a square, and in the middle of the square was a fountain, and several musketeers were talking with their swords by the fountain, and their emotions were very relaxed.

The lady, disguised as a musketeer, stood there, flipped her shoulder strap calmly— Almost all of her clothes had been taken from the Count d'Artagnan's suitcase, and the shoulder straps were folded at the bottom of the bread basket, bright red on the front and green on the back, which she could interpret as a small gift to her lover even if the guards found her, and she rubbed oil on her face, and then powder (incidentally, these were the Count's beloved things in the little drawer), her eyebrows deepened with charcoal, and thanks to the king's dislike of beards, she omitted a formality— When she approached, she was spotted by the musketeers, who, when they asked him where he was from, she said that she was an attendant to Monsier Mazarin, and that she had come from Paris and had an urgent need to see him.

"What about your squire?" asked the musketeer, for the king and the bishop were usually nobles with their attendants, and they always had a servant with them.

"Stayed outside. She said that she had been with the Count for some time, and of course knew how they treated outsiders.

"What about your permits and identification?"

She took it out, and the document was carefully kept in a hard leather bag, very clean and neat, without a trace of folding, and the fire wax on the signature was also very clear.

"Well," said one of the musketeers, "I'll take you to Mr. Bishop." ”

But just around the corner of the corridor, the gentleman was knocked unconscious, and then hidden behind a statue, and then the lady turned her shoulder strap over, pretending to be the king's musketeer, and swaggered to the room most likely to be used by the king.

When she saw Bontang, the king's most trusted servant, she knew she had guessed correctly.

When the king fell silent suddenly, Mr. Bishop looked puzzled, and a gray-blue cat boy crawled out of the king's coat pocket, revealing a purring threat, and the king made a gesture to Mr. Bishop, and slowly opened the drawer, revealing a short crossbow inside.

When the uninvited guest, with a contemptuous smile, crossed the fallen Bontang and pushed open the door, a faint shadow seized her, and she found herself suddenly unable to move, and then she saw the king and the musket in his hand.

It may only be a second before Louis pulls the trigger down, and the crossbow bolt goes straight through the opponent's chest, and her eyes widen in surprise.

Then the Bishop cried out, "O God!" and he cried out, "This is Miledi, Your Majesty, the head of my secret agent!"

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Mr. Bishop almost changed the head of the secret agent, this damned Mrs. Milady, in Mr. Bishop's evaluation, except for a little bit of the willful pride that women often have, there is nothing bad, she is beautiful, but more of a grasp and use of people's hearts, this is almost a talent, from when she was a child, to the next ten years, she has benefited a lot because of this talent, and even crossed the original class. Although she had stumbled on it, she had more times of victory, and perhaps because of this, when the Bishop summoned her to Dunkirk to meet the king, she was not meekly obeyed as the others, and was introduced to the king in a proper manner.

She was intent on revealing herself to the king—what could be better than stepping past the king's army, the guards and the musketeers, and going straight to the king, and trampling the arrogant and naïve lads under his feet?

There was another secret that she did not want to tell anyone for the time being, that is, she wanted to arouse the king's interest in her, she had no origin, to put it bluntly, she did not even have the qualifications to become the king's lover, to become a formal royal lady, but in France, in front of a king who had already attained adulthood, in front of a lord who had to back down even if he was a bishop?

Well, her idea was really special and reasonable, but she probably didn't expect it to end like this......

She was lucky enough to survive the crossbow because of her chest strap and the two monks of the Inquisition in the next room, and when she woke up, the first thing she said was, "Where did I show my flaws?"

Mr. Bishop glared at her, "You shouldn't disguise yourself as the king's musketeer, he knows every one of them,"

"The king's musketeers are a hundred and twenty," said Madame de Milady, weakly, "does he remember every one of them?"

"Not only remember, but your majesty also remembers their lineage, their wives, their children, and their close friends. "That's why Bontang never puts Musketeers who are related or friends on the same day.

Milady was silent for a moment, "It seems that our king is a rather cautious man. She said.

"So," said Mr. Bishop, mercilessly exposing her extravagant hopes, "you make him angry. ”

"He should be angry with those gentlemen. In fact, she was not as weak as others thought she was, she was able to endure pain, she was quick to adapt to various roles, she slid her fingers over the blanket, enjoying the silky touch of the fine wool.

"Do you know who the king has asked to watch over you?" said Mr. Bishop, "come in, gentlemen. ”

Two musketeers walked in, "One I think you recognize, of course, our Count d'Artagnan, but he's no longer the acting captain of the Guard. ”

D'Artagnan stared at Milady, his eyes like they were about to burst into flames: "Long time no see, my love," he said through gritted teeth, "I didn't expect you to be so illustrious." ”

This is obviously the opposite, and Miledi doesn't care, but she can't help frowning in her heart, because she understands the king's intentions, and d'Artagnan is not a good thing, she has let him be punished by the king, and it is possible that the king's trust in him has been shaken, and she has not been able to gain the king's favor, he must be a rather difficult opponent.

As for the other, "I am Henry Dalamiz, ma'am, and I am your caretaker thanks to you. ”

He was the poor man who had been knocked unconscious by Milady.

"This is wonderful," said Miledi, who did not feel afraid or sorry for the two unfortunate victims, but clapped his palms triumphantly: "Wonderful, it is an honor for two honorable captains to be the guards of this humble man of mine!"

It was not for nothing that she was so arrogant, she was in a comfortable room, not in a prison, and there were two fierce guards, and Milady, from previous experience, knew that the king was not angry at her transgressions, but rather as if he were facing an unruly falcon, who was training her to be obedient.

D'Artagnan and Dalamiz were most angry because of their dereliction of duty, which not only deprived them of their position, but also the disqualification to accompany the king into the city, and to stay with a criminal while even the most ordinary soldier was enjoying the victory at the Battle of Dunkirk.

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"What is the real name of the spy of yours?" Louis asked as he changed into the heavy coat that had been hardened with too many gold and silver threads, precious stones and pearls—for Miledi means "madame" in French, which may be a name to ordinary people, but certainly a pseudonym to the agent.

"Too much, Your Majesty. "The cardinal himself put on the golden cross for Louis," Fonda, Jeanne, Julie, Paulina...... Just remember that she is Milady in front of you. ”

"Is she your relative?" Louis asked.

"How is that possible," said Mr. Bishop, who took two steps back and looked at it with satisfaction, "there are wizards among my relatives, but there are no devils. ”

"Please tell me. The king said.

"If you don't mention me, I'm going to say it, Your Majesty. Mr. Bishop said that he had not made him kill himself by putting the sword in the king's hand: "I saw Miledi when she was ten years old, and two young men duel for her—you know, it was forbidden for men to duel for all kinds of reasons, and when I saw it, I sent my attendants to stop it, and then ......"

Then she grabbed her skirt and ran up to me and yelled at me. ”

"Doesn't she know you're Mr. Bishop?"

"I was going in simple clothes, but I knew it when I threw her in prison. ”

"Why is she scolding you?"

Mr. Bishop smiled wonderfully: "Because she didn't see the blood and death she wanted, Your Majesty." ”