John II, nay, Brother John the Friars was allowed to stay with the king, and he was given the privilege of being at the same table as the king at the banquet, even if he was in the last seat, but just look at the restless Poles, who would have thought that Louis XIV might be supporting John II as king of Poland again— As far as Anzia knew, there were three nobles who accepted bribes no less than his own, and the other nobles and generals, although they could not find out, thought that the Condé family would not spare their money in order to win the election, and as far as he knew, the prince of Condé even sold his own territory and castle on the east side of Paris.

They whispered and thought it was very secretive, but even the friar John could see it clearly, and he had been accustomed to the wistful manners of Schlachita when he was still king of Poland, and now felt a sense of sadness and emptiness—he had come to Versailles not at the behest of Louis XIV, but because he had heard that the Ottoman Turks were attacking Poland, and therefore wanted to come and beg the king of France to send troops.

At this dinner, the king treated him very favorably, and Brother John estimated that it was also because Prince Condé became the new king of Poland that the king became more and more jealous of this distant relative, he had become accustomed to a peaceful life, and heard that Prince Condé was also a brave general, and perhaps it would be a good thing for him to become king of Poland - he moved the cup to his lips, wondering if he should leave Versailles sooner rather than later and return to the abbey of St. Martin in Neville.

The Poles were worried, and scarcely unpleasant, but these worries soon disappeared in Madame de Montespan's long-sleeved dance.

The people of the French court have the sharpest eyes and the most sensitive ears, and the royal lady is also an important position, and those who occupy it are incompetent, and they will be regarded as corpse vegetarians. Yes, this is the two royal ladies before the king, and if Marie Mancini could tolerate it, because she did not officially receive the title, then Madame Lavallière after that was intolerable to the court.

As the king's first royal wife, she was supposed to do her duty—that is, she had to be young and beautiful, of good taste, good at singing and dancing, and of a certain literary. She will be the mouthpiece of the king, and she will also be a bridge to introduce some of the most ardent ministers to the king in situations and situations where the king is not suitable to speak, and she will be the first to lead the court fashion, and she will become the most beautiful dress in France.

But for reasons we all know, Madame de Lavallière was used more by the king as a spy and an assassin, and no one in the court knew about it, except that the king's royal wife was a foreigner, the daughter of an officer, frail, overly pious (she often "prayed" in the church), dressed plainly and monotonously, and, most unforgivably, her countenance did not suit the preferences of the French at this time, and it was not until the last year that she gave birth to a healthy son to the king. As a result, Madame de Lavallière's departure did not cause much trouble, and the people of the court could be said to have welcomed Madame de Montespan with joy.

Madame de Montespan, of course, was first and foremost French, and although it was pointed out that her mother's curriculum vitae was falsified—the Queen Mother had nothing to say when she admitted that the Duchess of Mottemar had indeed been her maid-in-waiting at Saint-Germain-en-Laye;

She was a keen sponsor of all the artists she thought desirable, composed music, poetry, and painted herself, and in her salon there were candles hanging at all times, and countless talented people expected an invitation, where they could receive a great deal of money, like-minded friends, and a most precious promise, and she would bring you directly to the king if Madame de Montespan thought you were worthy. And the king did accept almost all the people who were recommended to him by his own royal wife.

Some of these people were sent by him to the Academy of Sciences, which was now in need of young new blood, and the youngest there, Mr. Pascal, was also fifty years old, Fermat, Dezag, and most famously, Monsieur de Zag, and most famously, Mr. Descartes, were also dying, and their minds were still nimble, but they were no longer able to experiment, some went to Lorraine and Alsace, the branches of the French Academy of Sciences, where courses and engineering on chemistry and alchemy were always short of manpower, and some went to Orleans and Blois, where the hospitals and medical systems had taken shape, and those who were willing to relearn rather than blindly guanchang, Doctors or students who have a phlebotomy or a soldering iron can get a place there. The only thing that made the courtiers complain was that the royal lady did not look at their origin or even nationality when recommending these men, but among them were the sons of magistrates, the descendants of farmers, or the sons of merchants, French, Italians, and Englishmen, and the king was very indulgent to her, and not only accepted her recommendation, but also rewarded her with a precious jewel for every person she recommended.

This undoubtedly made many people red-eyed, especially the nobles who crowded around the Queen Mother and the Queen, who, unlike the ministers, stared at the new royal lady almost all the time, hoping that something would go wrong with her, so that the king would be disappointed and lose His Majesty's favor. Unfortunately, it backfired, and though the lady was said to be a provincial, she was born and raised in Versailles, and whatever happened to her could be solved with ease, whether it was a temptation, a prank, or a conspiracy—and after a few times, the ministers of the Inner Court, who were probably more demanding than the ladies, said that Madame de Montespan had a determination and insight not found in ordinary women.

This is not surprising, after all, Madame Montespan's two teachers were her two fathers, and she thinks and judges from the other side on many issues.

Like these Poles, if there were a royal lady, she might be cautious not to have much contact with these foreign envoys, or she might just want to make a fortune from them, but since she heard that the Prince of Condé and the Duke of Orleans were bribing these people, she was sure that Louis XIV had in mind that he did not want to destroy his former enemy, the Prince of Condé, or rather, the Sun King wanted the light of the House of Bourbon to cast on another distant and weak country rather than remain in the shadow of his youth.

She immediately made the decision to make these envoys fall completely for her, her majesty, and Versailles. Paralysing them, bribing them, and letting them fall utterly in the embrace of liquor, honey, and softness—the thought of this made her smile smile beautiful beyond words, a smile that would have made the French forgive her for every reckless and shallow introduction she had made, let alone the Polish envoys.

As we have mentioned before, Henry III was also King of Poland, and a hundred years ago, the Poles also sent twelve noble envoys with cavalry and servants to meet him, and at that time, Henry III's sister, the wife of the King of Navarre, Princess Margaret, or by another, more familiar name, called her- Queen Margot, who was in her prime and had outstanding looks, was not on good terms with Henry III, so she was also keen to send her second brother to Poland to be king, and the two never saw each other again.

She greeted the envoys with great pleasure – the Polish envoys were full of praise for Queen Margot's appearance, posture and dress, and after she responded to the bishops in the mission in Latin, they praised her as "the eloquent Minerva (Roman goddess of wisdom)".

There may be an element of flattery to this statement, but to put it bluntly, the Poles see the Tatars as savages, and the Parisians see the Poles as barbarians, a hundred years ago, and a hundred years from now, and they simply can't imagine the existence of such a perfect woman as Madame de Montespan—though she can't compare her status with Queen Margot, but she is just as capable of reciting the latest poems in Latin, and even speaking Polish— The Polish language had only been developed in the sixteenth century, but she was able to speak unhindered to the Polish envoys. ，

After the king and queen led the dance, they danced three times in a row with Madame de Montespan, and then Madame de Montespan gladly accepted the invitation of Anzia, the head of the Polish mission, who, according to Anzia, was dancing with a gentle breeze, a nimble bird, or a stream of light, and he had no idea where he was, why he came, and even forgot all his earthly troubles, including his mission and name.

The rest of the mission were also surprised to find their sudden popularity, and although the ladies could not invite the gentlemen to dance, how could these wise men not understand their hints? After dancing for more than an hour in a row, they were sweating profusely and exhausted, and drank a lot of sweet and refreshing sparkling wine in one gulp, which to the Poles, accustomed to the strong "eaux-de-vie (Polish shochu)", was no different from the water of a mountain spring.

When Madame Montespan saw that they had drunk, she led them to the table— For a group of people who were not good at calculations in the first place, the complicated card game soon emptied their purse, and Madame Montespan saw it, and took them to play dice, which seemed to be a game of luck, but in fact their opponents were also arranged by Madame Montespan, and they won a sum of money, and then they began to lose continuously, and one or two of them had come to their senses a little, and they went to the pool table, hoping to pass the time with this game, but they did not know that in the court, any game was to be betned, and they still lost a lot of money。

At last their surroundings finally calmed down, and they were shocked to find that each of them had probably lost hundreds or even thousands of livres, and that Poland was a vast plain, and there was hardly any trade except for the export of rye, wheat, barley, and oats, and even a great nobleman like Anzia could buy one of their votes for fifty thousand livres, which was not unaffordable for them, but it could also make them sad for a while.

But as soon as they returned to their room in despair, and found a velvet money bag on their bed, which contained twice the amount of gold louis they owed for the night, the Poles were at once excited and surprised, and at first they guessed that the man might be the Prince of Condé, but Anzia sniffed the money bag and determined that it was very similar to that of Madame de Montespan.

If it were someone else, they would have been reluctant, but they were reluctant to owe such a living Venus, but when Anzia had the privilege of visiting the lady alone, she smiled and introduced him to the Duke of Orleans. It is not known what the Duke of Orleans talked to Obollinski's descendants, but then the Polish mission began to lose control and profligate and enjoy himself as if it were something that was visible to all.

To Louis's laugh, the Duke of Orleans seemed to have given the Poles a lot of bribes, but these bribes were either turned into chips at the gambling table, wine and food, or jewelry, silk and porcelain, glassware, and most of these things came from the royal domain, and the Poles took the bribes with their left hand and returned them to the king and duke with their right hand.

Many of them still owe a lot of money before they leave, nay, not only them, but also the servants and hussars, who, though not qualified to enter Versailles, are equally indulged in all kinds of pleasures, and can hardly extricate themselves.

"I must say that I am grateful to you," said Anzia excitedly to Madame de Montespan, "and I almost made a great mistake. ”

"Oh, sir, you must not say that, you are a generous man, and those knights are good lads worthy of praise," Madame Montspan shook her fan gently, "and I have been rewarded by you. ”

"Just some wheat and rye. Anzia waved his hand indifferently, Schlachita of Poland occupied seventy to eighty percent of the country's arable land, and it was not the peasants who cultivated for them, but the serfs, that is, they only had to leave the meager beans and wheat that the poor people could barely make ends meet, and all the output could be said to be theirs, and Madame de Montespan did not even ask for it, but bought wheat, a demand that would be satisfied even in the fifty villages under Anzia's name, not to mention his family.

The rest of the legation had heard the good news as well, and it would have been easy for them to pay off their arrears at Verles with a portion of the harvest for the next year and the year after, and while they praised Madame de Montespan's beauty and kindness, they secretly laughed at her folly, for if she had gone directly to Poland to buy wheat, it would have cost much less than what they owed.

Unbeknownst to them, the day after they left Versailles with the Prince of Condé and his eldest son, Madame de Montespan was rewarded by the king for a small palace at the end of the Grand Canal, known as Theanon.