"Does she want money?" said the Duke of Orleans, guessing the girl's identity.

"I don't know. The Marquis de Lois said with mixed feelings, for he could not believe his eyes as he flipped through the interrogation records—how did the Monsieur de Bonnard leave such an important document with the lady, to put it simply, as the Count of d'Artagnan often encountered, he only occasionally met a Venus messenger in the tavern, and the girl in the tavern, whether she was a maid, or the master's sister or daughter, often engaged in this business, and it was only a brief love story— If it weren't for Mr. Bonnard forgetting a bag on her bed.

It's also possible that the girl stole it, but the next time, it was originally very easy to deal with, a commoner's daughter, whether it was bought with money, or intimidated with prison and torture, not to mention Lois or d'Artagnan, even Colbert had hundreds of ways to make her obediently hand over the documents- But at this point, both the Duchess of Bouillon and Monsieur Bonnard were foolish, and they went to the priest again, because they thought that they were able to find the papers, because the priest had prayed for them reverently.

"What is the name of that priest?" the Duke of Orleans could not help asking, "Is it St. Francis or St. Peter?"

"Don't mention this, this priest's name is Le Sage, and he has a helper, his name is Lavoizan, and they have not long gone to Bordeaux, and with a three-inch tongue they have moved a great number of fools and fools, and even attracted many powerful people, and the Duchess of Bouillon has also made mass in their church," said the Marquis de Lois dryly, "in any case, the priest gave them a great set of rituals, and told them that he would curse the girl if she insisted on not returning the important document to them." ”

"Is there anything to do with the Duke of Luxembourg's accusation of witchcraft?" Louis asked, although in many cases priests also acted as wizards, and Mass was not necessarily for blessings and thanksgiving, but once it was confirmed, it was basically conclusive.

"Not that," said the Marquis de Loiss, who had brought him a glass of wine, bowed slightly to the king in thanks, and drank it down, and his mouth was dry, "if this is the case, God, it is really nothing, for the priest only curses this girl that she will lose her love." ”

At this moment, even Bang Tang couldn't help but show a slight sense of surprise, this is really rare for Bang Tang, he is the closest person to the king except for the queen, the queen mother, the royal wife and his children, and it can even be said that some things that even the queen and the queen mother may not know, he knows, and regardless of the inner palace and the outer court.

Except for the period when the king had to enter the inner world alone after the assassination in Dunkirk, Bontang had never left the king's side, he had seen and heard probably more than 10,000 mortals, and he had already practiced the ability to collapse in front of him, and to put it more bluntly, he was professional and trained, so ...... Unless it's something really funny.

No one else thought so, but Louis could feel the movement of Bontang retracting the cup for the Marquis de Lois, and the speed at which he slowly paced out of the room, a little fast, and he believed that his chief squire must have run outside and laughed.

The King and the Duke of Orleans could only laugh and sigh, and the Duke of Orleans glanced at the royal brother: "I think I must apologize to you," he said, "I did not understand at all why you needed so many schools......

The Marquis de Lois nodded earnestly, and he was thinking at that time, why should he let the girls go to school with him, even if the boys were forgotten, but he trembled with fear when he thought that his future daughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law, might be another Duchess of Bouillon, this is an idiot who can completely bury a surname for hundreds of years of struggle in one breath.

"So, has the girl lost her love?" asked the Duke of Orleans.

"I don't know if she lost love," said the Marquis de Loiss, grimly, "but it is true that she never lacked companions on her bed." ”

"The Duchess of Bouillon and Bonnard," he continued, "both felt deceived, and the priest, said Le Sage, was because they had met a dangerous witch, a devil who tempted people to fall," and he raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, "so they took the girl out of the tavern and brought her into the church, where they performed a black mass. ”

At this moment, even the Duke of Orleans began to frown.

"They...... They killed the girl in the church, and threw her into the river, but the priests did not seem to be very good at removing the traces and disposing of the corpses than at the bewitchment, and they and the barrels containing the corpses were caught by the patrol at once. The Marquis de Lois said, looking at the king, Louis knew what he meant, and since Louis was in power, he had set out to change the seemingly unified but in fact divided situation of France— In terms of faith, he took the power of bishop from the Church of Rome, in terms of money, he abolished the system of tax collectors, and in terms of local forces, those soldiers who were wounded or discharged in the war were all sent out by the king, who, together with the king's magistrates, took over the power and responsibility of local security, and if they only lost a goose, or if someone did not pay their debts, they would not care about such things, but when human life was involved, whether it was suicide, homicide, or accident, they had to compile a list and submit it to Versailles。

Especially in Bordeaux, because it was once the stronghold of opposition to the king, and the magistrate was even more careful, and he must have had the king's mind to figure it out, so he detained all those involved in the matter, except for the Duchess of Bouillon, who was under house arrest in her own castle.

"And how did the Duke of Luxembourg get involved?" asked Louis.

"They killed the girl, but they couldn't get the document, so they ...... So at the priest's suggestion, Monsieur Bonnard, with the trust of the Duke of Luxembourg in him, obtained a new letter of appointment, in addition to the position and candidate agreed upon by the Duke of Luxembourg and the Duchess of Bouillon, there was a blank space between the Duke's signature and the text, on which they wrote a few lines...... This is what you see, and it is the so-called basis that the two priests have. ”

Louis opened it and looked at it: "The handwriting is wrong." He said.

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or not," said the Duke of Orleans, "and what they want is your attitude." ”

The magistrates, the police, the judges of the High Court, as soon as the king nods, they will immediately put the Duchess of Bouillon and the Duke of Luxembourg on the bench, and their best result is that they will be imprisoned for the rest of their lives, and the evidence of the crime is so conclusive that even Ludwig I of Poland can say nothing, and the king can not only recover a dukedom, but also take the opportunity to annex Luxembourg......

"What about the Duke of Luxembourg?" asked the King.

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The warden of the Bastille had been the steward of the Bastille for thirty years, but in those thirty years he had seen as many dignitaries as he had seen in the past few years—Louis XIV was a dictatorial king, young, strong and decisive, and a standing army of 150,000 ensured that all his enemies were a tragedy, both outside and within France.

Especially after the king's triumphant return from Holland and Flanders, the guests of the Bastille became more and more honorable, and just over a year ago, even the Duke of York, from England, had been a guest here, which made the warden proud, especially when he heard that the Bastille had been compared to the Tower of London, although he thought that one day the Bastille would be more famous than the Tower of London.

While he was considering whether he should keep some small animals in the Bastille (there were ravens in the Tower of London), a guard ran in and said that a venerable nobleman had come to visit him, and the warden was surprised, and hurriedly put on his hat and boots, and hurried out.

He was in the prime of life, ugly in countenance, and plainly dressed, but when the warden glanced out of the window, he saw him riding a war horse worth fifteen hundred livres—his son was also the king's musketeer—which he could estimate at a glance.

The gentleman saw the warden standing straight, but took off his hat, and his hat had a simple white feather stuck in it, like any officer, and not an exaggerated ostrich feather, and he looked at the warden with a cold and stern look in his eyes, as if he were about to draw his bayonet sword at any moment to give him a cool heart, and when the warden saw that the guard had made way for him, he was almost clinging to the wall.

The warden looked at the gentleman, his face familiar to him, and he remembered where he had seen this man, hoping it wasn't a wanted portrait, but then he remembered......

"I'm François-Henri de Montmorency-Bouterville. He said, "I'm here to request a room with you, sir." ”

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Forty-five years ago, the name of François Henri de Montmorency appeared in the streets of Paris, but unfortunately it was not an affair or any other trivial matter, but because he had fought to the death with another gentleman after the Cardinal (Prime Minister) Bishop Richelieu had promulgated the "prohibition of one-on-one duels", and it was under the Bishop Richelieu's window.

This provocation, which could be called a provocation, of course made the Bishop of De Richelieu furious, and he sentenced the Count of Buttville to death without hesitation, and it is said that the Count of Count died calmly, fearing that his beautiful beard would be cut off prematurely because of the need to be tortured, and that his beard would be well kept around his neck when his head fell from his shoulders.

At that time, our Duke of Luxembourg was still a fetus in his mother's womb, only six months old, and after his birth, his frail mother gave him to his aunt, the Madame de Condé, so that the affection between him and the Prince of Condé was incomparable to that of ordinary brothers and friends.

He must admit that he did prefer Prince Condé to Louis XIV, but complicating his feelings is that Condé may be another Louis XIII, or even Louis IX, but he will never be Louis XIV. At least in the exercise of the power and bearing of a king, Condé was far from being able to compare with Louis XIV, who always seemed to be able to see far, far, far, far away, places that even they could not imagine, for which his gaze would not even fall under his feet, let alone the past.

This is what Condé said to the Duke of Luxembourg, before he became Ludwig I, but the Duke of Luxembourg only thought that although Louis XIV's eyes were always on the farther away, would this majesty kick off a pebble at will when he stepped on it?

Now in front of the Sun King is such a pebble, which is full of the smell of intrigue, but ...... It was so good for the king that the Duke of Luxembourg thought that even if the man who gave this gift had the best intentions, what damage could it do to the king? He was now like a whale with a torn hole, and the king's sharks swam beside him, and if the king nodded his head, they would pounce and bite wildly.

The feeling of leaving one's fate entirely in the hands of another man's conscience was so painful and torturous that the Duke of Luxembourg, who knew of it, fled back to Luxembourg, or Bordeaux, or Spain and England, as the informant had thought, and sat in his room thinking for a while, then took out the medal and ribbon that Louis XIV had given him and laid them on the table, and looked at them again and again.

Before dawn came, he left Versailles for Paris, knocking on the doors of the Bastille.

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Louis also found it amused to hear that the Duke of Luxembourg had left for Paris long before the Marquis de Lois had come to see him with his papers, and then found a room in the Bastille and stayed quietly.

"Looks like we're going to have to make a trip. He said.

"You want to go in person?" asked the Marquis de Loiss, a little ...... on his face It may have been jealousy, and if Louis XIV had decided to convict the Duke of Luxembourg of the crime, the Marquis de Loire might have to die in grief, but Louis had now decided to go to the Bastille – certainly not to execute the second François Henri de Montmorency, but only to pardon the Duke of Luxembourg himself, and he began to be jealous again.

The Duke of Orleans, of course, had to follow, and his habit of seeing the excitement had arisen while he was still wearing a little dress, and now it had intensified, but when he arrived at the Bastille, he remained outside the room with the Marquis de Lois, the warden.

As mentioned earlier, the warden of the Bastille had decided to defeat the Tower of London, so he also prepared comfortable rooms for the noble prisoners, and the Duke of Luxembourg was in one of the rooms, and even a small suite, and he sat on a chair and stared at the candle in a daze.

When he saw Louis XIV, he knew that it was the Prince of Condé who had won.