The king only smiled when he heard of the danger to Fouquet when he forcibly drove away the dangerous men whose identities were unknown and whose origins were unknown—not only dead rats and dead cats, of course, but also stones and muskets thrown at him, but he was only slightly frightened and humiliated by the protection of the sergeant— This is also why Louis will leave this matter to Fouquet to do, in the clean-up of the Louvre, the gentleman of the procurator has reaped a lot of benefits, and the work is not too difficult, after all, in this area, there are some nobles with origins and surnames, they will at most give Fouquet some looks, but will not be too contemptuous of the new upstart in front of the king.

But for those inferior people who came out of the lowest and dirtiest places, they didn't care who Faucet was, they never took their lives seriously, they wanted to drive them out of their lair, and what Fouquet had to face was the most direct threat, so from the very beginning, Louis would not let anyone else be responsible for this project, whether it was Vauban or Colbert or d'Artagnan, not even d'Artagnan's cousin, these were the people he really had great hopes for and was ready to use in his official government later。

In addition, he hoped that they would make Mr. Fouquet sober up, and not think that the king could be deceived at a young age.

It is not known whether Monsieur Fouquet was aware of this, but his ability was quite commendable, and the day before Lady Christine Alexandra arrived in Paris, the road from outside Paris to the Louvre and the buildings on both sides had been renovated and cleaned, the walls that had been exposed to wood had been repainted with thick mud and chalk, the windows facing the street were shining with bright glass, and the doors had been painted again— To the king's satisfaction, after obtaining the charter, each door was painted in a deep and solemn black, with brass knockers, and from the terraces and windows hung silk banners of royal blue, which had won the favor of the kings of France as early as the twelfth century, and was recognized by Louis IX as the color of the royal family, and in the coats of arms, tiaras, and drapery, we can often see this elegant and luxurious blue—it is deeper than azure, more stable than cobalt blue, and purple in some light— Against the backdrop of the white walls of the Black Gate, it is as haunting as a flowing jewel, and at the end of the banner are white flowers, and when the lady's carriage passes through the street, the citizens pour perfume and flower petals on the ground.

Perhaps sensing the king's displeasure with him, Monsieur Fouquet also took great pains to ensure that the roads passed by the former Queen of Sweden were paved with stone slabs or gravel, which made the road smooth and not muddy by the rain, but it also made the king laugh and cry, because Louis intended to wait until the cement was prototyped, the first thing to do was to pave the roads for Paris, and when Christina Alexandra was gone, would he have to warp the slate and gravel first?

Louis could not blame Fouquet for this, after all, his dislike of dirt roads (or dung roads) had long been known, and the problem of cement was indeed not something that Mr. Fouquet was qualified to know now— He still expressed his appreciation to Fouquet, and gave him a room in the Louvre, although Monsieur Fouquet had already found himself a very nice mansion near Notre-Dame, but just as the Grand County Duchess of Montpensier had to return to the court even if he paid half a hundred thousand livres, this room was of great significance, and everyone knew that Nicolas Fouquet was proud.

This grace continued until the ceremony of welcoming the former Queen of Sweden, and when the carriage in which the lady, who was said to resemble a man in face and character, drove into Paris from outside the city, the air smelled much more intense than when Molière's Shining Troupe came to Paris, and she looked out of the carriage with clean and joyful faces, and heard cheers and praises, and her female companions were very happy, because they were in need of the support of the King of France, and only Christina was devoid of joy.

She smiled only as the carriage slowly drove into the street in front of the Louvre, and when it came to a halt three hundred feet from the Louvre, the former Swedish queen's female companion looked out worriedly through the gap in the curtains, for the people who had come to greet them were a sign of the French court's willingness to give them—a white horse galloped in, and the knight jumped off the horse with an unusually graceful and calm gesture, and walked towards the carriage, where he opened the door for Christina and stretched out his hand to take her out of the carriage.

Christina was reluctant to admit that she was slightly relieved to see the visitor, because it was the Duke of Anjou, the king's younger brother, and the former Queen of Sweden had seen his portrait before he arrived in Paris—his well-groomed blond-brown curls hanging down his shoulders, his white coat embroidered with silver thread covered with the French royal family's iconic lilies, and the diamond pin that held the scarf in place glittered in the sun.

The carpet had been opened in the square, and Christina stepped on it, accompanied by the Duke of Anjou, to the Louvre—a huge building surrounded by the square on three sides, which had weathered hundreds of years, and the stone was marked by rain and sunshine and wind, as well as the marks of swords and artillery fire, which reminded Christina of the Three Crowns Palace in Stockholm, which her father had left her, but she had lost it, and the thought of this brought tears to the eyes of the former queen.

The king greeted Christine Alexandra on the great steps of the atrium, which were lined up like geese lined with nobles and officials, according to their blood, titles and positions, as well as the king's likes and dislikes, and most importantly the latter, for example, Nicolas Fouquet, who had the privilege of following Bishop Mazarin, and General Schaumberg, who was second only to Viscount Tyrrenne, was even a foreigner who had just been granted French citizenship.

Looking at those eyes that flashed with reluctance, Bishop Mazarin's heart was full of mixed feelings, he heard that when the king had entrusted this matter to the Duke of Anjou, he had also instructed his subordinates to pay attention to it at all times, so that they could take over this tedious and important work at any time, for he did not think that only the fourteen-year-old Duke of Anjou could do this, but the Duke of Anjou did it, and the Bishop did not know that he should be happy - for the sake of the royal brother, even in his "special education" with the Queen Mother They should be worried—what they fear most is that Louis and Philippe will enact the war between Louis XIII and the Duke of Gaston, and they will not want a second brilliant child.

The Duke of Anjou did not know what Bishop Mazarin was thinking, or rather, he was so absorbed only by his brother and the gaze of everyone present that he was preoccupied with, and with a smile and a reserved and polite manner he brought the former Queen of Sweden to the King, bowed to the King, and stepped aside, Christina Alexandra curtsied to the King, and was then pulled up by the King's own hand, "Welcome, Madam," she heard a gentle and young voice say, "I hope you will be at home." ”

Yes, it was young, Christina knew that the Bishop of France Mazarin had planned the marriage of Louis and herself, although the previous marriage of the royal family at this time was more based on the needs of the country than personal feelings, but when she saw the real Louis XIV, she was still quite glad that the marriage ended without a problem, and few people know, compared to the scarred and resentful her, this king is simply like the morning light, bright and thorough, she can't imagine how she should stand with him, the queen is a dangerous and difficult position, and the king's wife has to bear only more。

The king was also observing the woman who had almost become his wife, and if she had been a man, she would have been another Mars-like figure, with protruding brow bones, long, thick eyebrows, her eyes large and bright, and her nose, the bridge of which was high and unbumpy, and her lips were far wider than one could have been, and her color was black, and her shoulders were too broad, and her height was almost the same as Louis's.

I heard that when she was born, she had two older sisters who died young, and when she was born, she was hoarse and hoarse because of her crying, thick hair, and wrapped in fetal membranes (in Scandinavian legend, this fetal membrane is called victory fetal membranes, and the children born under such fetal membranes are warriors), so she was mistaken for a boy, and there was jubilation inside and outside the court at that time, and you can imagine how disappointed people were when they found out that this was also a girl, and her mother even hated her because of this, but it was her father, Gustav II at that time, who was very happy, and said: "This is a child who has fooled us all at birth!"

She was once raised like a boy, and she seems to have grown up like that, some people say that she is not so interested in the things that women like, such as dressing, embroidery, or playing with fat powder, etc., she often wears men's clothes, and she does not want to be bound by marriage, so there have always been questions about whether she is a deformed intersex person, and some people say that she is a person who loves the same sex more than the opposite sex - but Louis is only as long as this is all rumors, from Christina's enemies.

If Christina had loved a woman, she would not have lost her hand in that crucial secret battle and handed over the throne to others. Although it is said that she did not want to continue to rule Sweden because she was a Catholic - anyone who is a king or queen knows that the so-called faith has long been a mask for rulers that can be changed at any time, and when a country is in front of them, it is possible to convert or reconvert, or to waver from side to side.

Christina's posture in Rome before was more to win the support of Rome, after all, for Rome, a Catholic king is of course better than a Protestant king, the problem is that now the Roman Church no longer has the power it used to be, presumably this lady is very disappointed.