It was the second day of Louis' return to Paris.

He was a young man in the prime of his youth, so that by the afternoon of the next day he had fully recovered, and when Philip came to see him, he was busy sorting out the harvest of this time—a long list of names, but the king must admit that in this day and age almost every person worthy of praise had a good surname, or at least a good birth, and that the truly destitute could not receive an orthodox and systematic education, and some important books were almost all written in Latin— For example, in the writings of ancient Roman scholars and military strategists, how can one learn from these venerable people without mastering Latin?

But an old surname also represented a complex relationship of characters, and Louis no longer needed a courtier like Condé, and it is correct to say that from his father, he was deliberately biased towards those who were not of illustrious birth and therefore had to rely entirely on the king in order to survive, Richelieu and Mazarin.

When Philippe entered the room, the king had closed the booklet and put it in a drawer, "Have you come to make an appointment with me to go hunting in Boulogne or Vincenne?" the king asked, "It has been raining for the last few days, and it is not pleasant to walk in the forest wet on a rainy day, but I have heard that the sky will clear in about a week, and although it must be a little cold by then, the game in late autumn must be unusually fat...... What's wrong?" Louis noticed a little strangeness about the royal brother, in fact, this time to Agas, the king wanted to bring Philippe, but Mr. Bishop was resolutely unwilling, and the queen mother was also unwilling, considering the rapid changes on the battlefield, the royal brother and himself could indeed cause a direct heir, and the Duke of Gaston would really die of laughter at that time, so Louis did not force it.

"No, not that's it. Philip straightened the lace on the placket, though it was very neat: "Have you noticed Miss Mary?"

"What's wrong with her?" Louis asked, excuse him— As a man of upright mind, it was difficult for him to find out about the problems that Mary had encountered without putting them in front of him, after all, Mary could come and go in his study at any time, but she never mentioned it, and Louis naturally thought that Mary's emaciation and paleness were entirely due to longing, and he not only indulged her in his study, but also often walked with her in the moonlight or sunset, admired the green trees and flowers in the garden of Durrey, and fed the sparrows and crows with torn bread at the sound of the little fountain.

So Philippe told the king about what had happened to Marie Mancini, and Louis was even surprised: "I thought you would hate her." In any case, Felipe was Mary's brother, and it wasn't for the king's eagerness and ferocity, and Mary might have really kept silent about it, but Philip just shook his head: "I don't blame her," he said, "and I know you like her," and the royal brother said, "You were very relaxed and happy with her." ”

Louis was silent for a moment: "Yes," he admitted, "I do like her very much." "In the deceitful and deranged absurdity of the court, and in the whole world, Marie Mancini's love was sincere and frank, and Louis had very little to think about when he was with her, and sometimes he almost forgot that he was still a king, and that his country was still entrenched and divided by mobs, rebels and wizards, dark creatures and the Holy See.

"And even if I hate Mancini," said Brother Wang grimly, "her end will not be enviable—brother, she loves you, but she can only be your dishonorable lover at best, and you will have a princess as a wife, and she will have a prominent husband, and the more she loves you now, the more miserable and desperate her fate will be." ”

"I didn't even know that you were laughing at Marie," the king whispered, "and you were still rebuking me." ”

"I will never reproach you," said the king, "neither will Mary, she knows what she is going to face, and you have warned her, haven't you?"

"Yes. Louis said, "You can use it as an excuse for mannerism." ”

Brother Wang didn't speak again, he just shook his head and bowed and left, since the Felipe incident, he has also become more mature.

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The king thought about how to regain the respect of the nobles in Marie, of course, there is a quickest way to solve this matter, and that is to really make Marie his lover, the walls of the court also have eyes and ears, these ladies can exclude or ridicule Marie when she has not yet received the king's favor, but if Marie really becomes the one who can influence the king's decision, then she will become the object of people's sycophancy. Just Louie...... Louis could not do this with all his heart, because once she had embarked on this path, she would never have looked back, and people would always say "that king's love!" when they spoke of her, as an example of the old Prince Condé's wife, Madame Charlotte de Morancy, who had been Henry IV's lover, and whose whispers followed her grave, and who did not know how much she suffered from her husband and son during her lifetime, and who was not at peace when she died.

Unless she never leaves the court, Louis will never leave Louie, but Louis will also say that he cannot believe in himself, and even if he can keep his love for Mary, he will not necessarily put power in her hands forever, and he also realizes that Marie's education and her thoughts are not suitable for the dirty court and political situation, and the power he gives her will only be a sharp blade to pierce her or him, but not her armor.

But now......

The ladies of the court, though they were quite unanimously isolating Mary, were always on her, for she was now one of the closest women to the king, and when she heard that the king had set aside a whole day to summon his royal barber, and jewelers, and many tailors, and that she was only with Marie Mancini, and intended to guide Mademoiselle Mary for the feast to-night, even the most calm noblewoman could not help but show her jealousy.

But none of them knew what the king was supposed to do, especially the barber, who at that time was said to be as men's as the straddle saddle, trousers, and saber, and the women's hair was generally groomed with familiar female companions, or given to the maids, and they were handled in a very simple way, because according to the requirements of the Church, women were required to show humility and piety, and the indispensable chastity, and they should cover all their hair under the turban, and not show any of it, lest men easily fall into the trap of the devil.