Being able to meet the king and be with a group of important ministers and nobles is a pleasure for the living people to talk about the next king in front of the fireplace, but for a child like the lord of Versailles, who was born in Versailles and grew up in the Palace of Versailles, it will only be boring, so a group of young men who have changed their clothes and changed their clothes with the acquiescence of Louis XIV left the palace as attendants and female officials- In the living streets, such people almost surpassed the natives here, after all, the king's court also came with the king, and there were more than a thousand people with names and surnames alone, not to mention ordinary attendants - but they still attracted a lot of attention, after all, these children were so beautiful, especially the lord of the county, the Duke of Orleans was originally more beautiful than Louis, and the princess Henrietta was also a beauty, and the lord of the princess who inherited their advantages was like shining in the crowd.

Needless to say, Ferdinand was originally a member of the Medici family, the Medici family has never lacked beauties, and the second daughter of his mother, Duke Gaston, is also good-looking, only Frederick is slightly inferior, but as a young man who has entered the army, his very serious-looking face adds a bit of martial artistry to him.

The street they saw was much more plain than before, the ribbons had been removed, the petals had been swept away, and only the wet chalk still emitted a strange smell, which some liked and some hated, but the lord and the people around her were the former, because the king's hospital was often disinfected with lime water, and when they smelled it, they felt that the place was clean and reassuring.

"How shall we go?" asked the Grand Lord, turning her head and looking left and right, "This street is ...... The road from the monastery to the back of the small butcher's shop?"

The road from the convent to the back of the Place des Petit butchers – don't be surprised, this is the name of the street where the houses on both sides are chalked from the waist down, since Louis XIV made every street mandatory to have a name since Paris and the town of Versailles, some of which were original, but like the street name plate fixed as neatly as possible on a gas lamppost, most of the names handed down from the end of the Middle Ages are so long and cumbersome, but with a clear directionality, like a living map.

Walking along the back street from the convent to the small butcher's shop, they no doubt soon arrived at the little butcher's shop, where there was a small butcher's shop in its name, and the butcher's shop was full of sausages and smelled sweet, thanks to the king's vigorous exploitation of the sugar industry - now in the French colony of South Asia, rubber and sugar cane were the main outputs, and with the repeated fall in the price of cane sugar, it was replaced by its widespread use- To attract customers, the owner of the small butcher shop roasted sausages in the hearth with a fork, and the fat and sugar were burned by the flames to produce a strong Maillard reaction, and the air was filled with a strong aroma that could resurrect the saint.

Of course, no one knows what the Maillard reaction is, but people have always had an unquenchable craving for sugar and oil, and every few moments they have to cut off a large or small root, and some people simply follow the boss's example and grill sausages on the little open stove and eat them with their mouths full of oil.

This small stove was also a derivative of the king's new industry, because it burned not charcoal, but coal, which was much cheaper and burned longer.

Frederick couldn't help but run over and buy a few sausages, and shared them with the lord of the county, although eating sausages with a fork was a bit of a stupid thing not to mention in the court, even in an ordinary family, but the grilled sausages were so delicious - a thin layer of casing was roasted fragrant and crispy, and the hot red and white meat grains mixed with black pepper gave off a rich aroma of meat, and the sparkling sugar flowed out of it drop by drop, hanging all the way to the fork and hand.

Perhaps it will soon be changed to a calling square, for the children who can't wait to take a big bite and get hot on their lips and tongue and scream, but even so, they still clung to the delicious snack and refused to let it go—their mother scolded loudly as she scooped up her skirt and gave money.

In a short time, the lord of the county saw that three children had been granted, and she silently calculated the price of the sausages, and the city was very rich, if not as prosperous as Paris or Versailles. She turned her head to ask Eva beside her if the ordinary citizens could afford such an extra expense when she was in Dunkirk, but saw that Ferdinand was helping Eva to separate a piece of bread and sandwich the piping hot sausage inside the bread so that the fat of the sausage would not stain her fingers and skirt - perhaps her gaze was too meaningful, and Ferdinand smiled calmly: "Frederick is right behind me." ”

Sure enough, Frederick came with bread in his hand.

"Where are we going next?" said the Grand Princess, taking the bread and feeling the warmth of the sausages coming from it, "and behind it is the Mill Road, and the second junction of the Mill Road is the Wine Street," said Frederick, who had bought bread and inquired about the surroundings, "but we did not go to the Wine Street, which was mostly pubs, and next to the Wine Street was the Aqueduct Street, which was a new street with several cafés. ”

If it was full of men, then the tavern would be the most suitable meeting place, but since there were ladies, the tavern would not be a suitable place, after all, the women in the tavern were almost all famous women and wandering women, and there might be some very unbearable sights.

But cafes are different. Coffee was still popular from Paris, from Louis XIV, a hundred years later than the Arab cafés of the fifteenth century, the Venetian cafés of the sixteenth century, the English cafés of the fifteens, the Dutch cafes of the sixties, and the French cafés, but even a hundred years later, it still became as popular as most of the king's preferences, and because of the refreshing, sobering effect of coffee, not the other way around, and the fact that the price was not so affordable, the guests who haunted the coffee were always gentler and more polite than the guests of the taverns。

As the name suggests, the street through which the newly built canal passes, the water in the canal is drawn from the Seine like Versailles and Paris, and the clear water rushes forward in the gray channel, and there are people swimming in it, and the attendants have to drive them away first - at this time, the people did not have swimsuits, and the college students were a little dissatisfied at first, and they were noisy, but when they saw the Grand Princess's party, they immediately fled in embarrassment.

The café is set up on both sides of the wide canal, because the wooden plank road is erected on both sides of the canal, the flowers and trees are verdant, the scenery is beautiful, and the people who come and go are like the scenery, even in winter, the wind here is softer, and the owner of the café has even learned to set up a big umbrella or canopy outside the café without a teacher, so that people can soak up the sun and enjoy the coffee and the beautiful scenery.

If you don't look at the way people are dressed, it's no different from hundreds of years from now.

The Grand Princess's entourage arrived at the largest café on the street, which was extravagant in its use of large and multiple pieces of bright transparent glass, making it almost indistinguishable from the outdoors. Some of the guests stood up when they saw the elegant and well-dressed ladies entering the café under the guidance of their attendants, and after bowing slightly, they gave up their best positions with their pipes, and the lord thanked them with a smile, and when the people were seated again, she could not help but look curiously at the hall that could accommodate hundreds of people.

Of course, there were cafes in Paris and Versailles, but he always lived in Versailles, and although he was taken by Louis XIV to Nantes and other places, the Grand Marsé did not leave the party to move freely This is the first time he has set foot in such a place: "It's beautiful. She said from the bottom of her heart, not because of how opulent the café was decorated, but really, what she liked was the atmosphere — the walnut-coloured wall panels were inlaid with heavy bookshelves, and the shelves were lined with mirrors. Oil paintings and countless books, as well as newspapers, bulletins and all kinds of picture albums, some printed and some hand-copied, in addition to coffee, shisha and pipes are also served, and the smell of tobacco is not strong, only a thick smoke in the air.

The people here either sit in groups of threes or fives, or sit in pairs and twos, or they are immersed in their own world, some read, some discuss, or exchange information, and of course, the king is the most concerned of the people now, and a group of people describe with great pictures how they greeted and received the king, and how they won the king's approval for their good work and calm posture, and they went down to every detail as much as possible, from the king's cuffed boots, to the embroidery on the hem, to the feathers on his hat, to the tone in which he spoke...... In short, everywhere is so dignified and inviolable.

The Grand Marshire and Frederick glanced at each other, and did not break the myths of these bombasters—how could people who were really capable or qualified appear in the café at this time, they were all waiting outside the palace of life, waiting to see the king, and even if it was a long time, they would do their best to stay closest to the king, like the provincials in Paris or Versailles, instead of running to such a far café to boast non-stop.

Ferdinand leaned over and whispered to Eva, "They are talking about the king's boots, the corners of his clothes, the feathers on his hat, the swords, and all the other things, not because they can't see or hear anything else. Eva laughed when she heard this, Ferdinand's assessment was quite scathing, but very true and pertinent, because the king's attaché was a noble person, and ordinary servants were not allowed to look up straight before they walked away—even some of the lesser nobles and officials, and in that case, of course, they could only see the part below the king's knee, and the hat the king was carrying— Louis XIV had always had great respect for ladies, and when he met them, he would always hold his hat in his hand, even to a maid.

But the lord heard two chuckles, and she followed the sound and saw an old man with white hair.

He also saw the Grand Princess, so he nodded.

"Who's that?" asked Frederick.

"I don't know," said the Grand Lord, "but I think he ought to know me." ”

Frederick could not help but be worried, but when he turned again, he found that the place was empty, and the old man had left the café at some point.

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The old man walked along the boardwalk, the dark brown planks reminded him of the drinks in the white porcelain cups, the coffee and other things that Louis XIV had pushed to the French as far into the most deserted cities and villages, no, it would be more accurate to say that the king's thoughts and policies should also be included, it was simply puzzling, when did the king, who had been on the throne as a child, have such talent and ambition? Whether it is a businessman, an official, or a scholar, it is not something that can be achieved overnight in just a few years, and he has only been in power for 20 years, and he has such a large and unified country, with a standing army of 150,000 or more, and the support of tens of millions of people.

Others saw the king's parade, only the power, might, wealth, and perhaps romance of the sun king in the sky, but the old man had seen a deeper place, yes, the king's parade ceased to exist in the time of John, the king of the lost land, but at all times, this kind of behavior had a profound meaning, and he did not think that Louis XIV was just an impulse, or rather, he preferred it to be the impulse of the king.

"Old man. A voice behind him said that the old man stopped, and he turned to see another old man with a white beard: "Duke Vendôme." He said, holding up his hat.

"Duke of Saint-Simon. The Duke of Vendôme said, "Why did you suddenly change the place of meeting," and he poked his hat with his finger in return, "I see a lot of young ladies there, is that why?"

"We're not British. The Duke of Saint-Simon spoke slowly, and he stretched out his arm, and the Duke of Vendôme put his hand on him, and the two Dukes, of close age, walked slowly along the canal: "Our café does not rudely refuse respectable ladies. ”

"Ladies also have the right to coffee. The Duke of Vendôme said, "After all, the coffee was shared by the King and the Duchess of Colonna from the beginning." ”

"Don't mention the Italian woman. The Duke of Saint-Simon said: "We should be glad that the king has finally made a wise decision." ”

"It seems that you are also on Madame Montespan's side. ”

"I'm nobody. The Duke of Saint-Simon said, "She is but a wretched creature." ”

"Well, how can this be said?" said the Duke of Vendôme, with a false sigh, "she is very favored by the king. ”

———— add a new chapter to this chapter tomorrow morning, don't forget it.

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