Sur ma peau

16.

"Please rest here for a while. Your Majesty ordered that you not be accompanied for breakfast this morning." The maid outside the restaurant stopped Yabofika, led him to the lounge outside the meeting hall, and served hot tea.

It is a Versailles tradition for royal family members to accompany the king and queen to dine. Instead of sitting at a table to eat, they serve the king with wine and dishes, which must be done by other male members of the royal family.

Probably because he would lose his appetite in the presence.The king's breakfast usually lasted about an hour, including refreshments afterwards, but after the responsibility of escorting was transferred from Charlie to him, Louis was able to get up and leave within half an hour each time.

The amber tea was slightly reddish, and under the light from the glass window, it seemed a little lighter than usual.

"Thank you for your hard work, ma'am." Yabofika nodded in thanks, added a lump of sugar, picked up the teacup, and stirred clockwise slowly with the silver teaspoon without changing the color.

"My honor." The female officer blushed and backed away in a panic.

Yabofika picked up the teaspoon and tapped the tip of her tongue to try it. The sweetness is not poison, but a soothing and soothing spice.

Harmless, but annoying.

He put down his glass and took out his pocket watch. The sound of the hands moving brought a strange sense of tranquility.Within a few minutes, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Your Majesty." The etiquette between brothers in informal occasions does not need to be so complicated, and Yabo Fika still gives a formal etiquette.

"Yabo." The news of the overnight stay in Paris was delivered to Louis early in the morning. The rumors about Versailles have been spreading since mid-July. It was officially confirmed by me yesterday. I thought that the bastard who came out of nowhere had infringed him. Brother, he didn't even care about the original cold war, so he came to ask a result in a hurry: "Does it have to be him?"

"Ah."

What's so good about it? !He's just a poor boy in Paris, with some skills, and his name can't even reflect his blood.This kind of words that accuse the other lover's lover face to face is not in line with etiquette, and you can't speak. After all, it is the consequence of your own decision.

"If you really like it, take him back to Versailles." Louis compromised. Traveling between the two places is not an option, and there is no precedent for the royal family to keep lovers who do not meet their status. Their grandfather is the most typical representative.

"It's inconvenient. It's more useful for him to stay in the court." The two walked into the chamber while talking, and Yabofika signaled the surrounding maids and guards to step back and took out the administrative documents.

Seeing that the number could not be finished for a while, Louis summoned the female officer to bring tea. This younger brother, who was only a few years younger than himself, was no longer the little boy who needed protection, and would no longer be shy because of the disrespectful kisses of the baronesses.They had been taught by the same teacher, they had hunted deer together in the woods, and he had knighted him with his own hand, the sword of the oath from left shoulder to right shoulder.

The letter of greeting was sent from Versailles to Provence, and it was already a long time ago when the reply was received. It was so long that Louis himself forgot what was written in the letter he sent. The only thing that is certain is that the content of each letter In the end, they will invite each other to come back as soon as possible.

This correspondence lasted for more than ten years, until two years ago when the nobles rioted against the royal decision, the carriage from Provence entered Versailles for the first time.

"I'll come back to help you." Louis didn't take these words to heart at the time, and ordered the servants to clean up the palace they had when they were princes, and led people around Versailles, telling him about the changes in the building after they left.Brothers who are resting in a rural place like Provence have not been well cared for, so they are so thin.

The aristocrats and priests who made trouble the next day were invited by Jabofika to a tea party. After a friendly meeting and conversation, some of them agreed to compromise and reconcile; for the rest of the diehards, the earl threw his white silk gloves on the ground as a gesture of contempt. Royal reasons demanded duels, no muskets, no harm to life, and the loser could pay a ransom to offset the punishment.

After receiving the news, Louis hurried back from the Petit Trianon Palace. The re-appointed Minister of Finance Necker was leading people to register and collect the ransom at the entrance of the small banquet hall, while Abafika was holding the new gloves brought by the female official. Standing with a sword, he smiled politely at every redeemed with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The name "French Rose" has been named since then. It does not refer to the improved red rose with fewer thorns in Versailles, but the wild rose that grows in the mountains of France, a lonely flower that blooms in sharp thorn bushes.

This caused Louis to be inexplicably afraid of his beautiful brother sometimes, as if approaching an unprotected sharp knife, and the shuddering chill penetrated his skin. He believed that Charlie, who was accompanying him at that time, felt the same way, so every time he Facing Yabo, he is as aggressive as a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

The sound of two knuckles tapping the table brought Louie back from his memory and reminded him to concentrate.

"Two days ago, Great Britain and Spain formed a secret alliance," said Abafika.In addition to the light and heavy cavalry regiments on the surface, the dragoons also secretly monitor important noble officials and spies from neighboring countries.Judging from the financial details, fund movements, and personnel transfers that were sent back, there is a hidden intention of war.

"If the domestic situation cannot be stabilized as soon as possible, our friendly neighbors, the British, will avenge the United States on the battlefield." Just as they cannot forget the shame of the Seven Years War, the United Kingdom will not forget their love for the United States. Support for the insurgents.The finances must be able to support two-front warfare, and the military service also needs to be reformed, otherwise, judging from the current armed forces, it will be stretched.

"I can't accompany you to the opening of the parliament on the [-]th." He also has to meet with local officials to redefine the administrative districts, manage and fortify them separately, and don't have to submit them for approval for non-major events and decisions. Simplifying administrative management can save a lot of time.

"Yabo." Louis stretched out his hand, spreading his palm flat, with the palm facing up.

The game they had played as children, Louie trading homemade baubles, hunting opportunities, even odds and ends for Jabofika's help when he was tired of his homework.If you agree to the conditions, then attach your palms, palms facing each other + turn over, Louis palms down, Yabo palms up.On behalf of the exchange of responsibilities, Yabo helped Louis complete his homework, and Louis gave Yabo the conditions he wanted.The second son is always easily neglected, unlike the eldest son who shoulders the burden of hope, does not wait for food like the youngest son, and never stops for a moment, so Yabo has been obedient and hardworking since he was a child, but he is unknown.Only Louis knows that under his well-behaved, praised and expected by everyone, is a lively and rebellious soul, so every exchange is mutually beneficial and reciprocal.

"Not this time. It's your responsibility. I can't help you for long, Louie, you need to make up your own mind."

The tone and tone, as well as the action of knocking on the table just now, are all like their father.

like a father.

like father.

"Crack." A reflexive movement knocked over the teacup in hand, and the exquisite porcelain turned into scattered fragments on the floor. The nightmare of 15 years ago suddenly flashed, the tragedy handed down from their parents, like witchcraft, and the shadow of Versailles revived before their eyes.

"Is it because of the Bastille? It's because of the Bastille—" Louis heard the trembling in his voice, and he couldn't believe it.

"No, don't blame yourself." Abafika tried to comfort him, but just as he raised his hand, Louis stepped back suddenly and hit the back of the chair.

Don't be afraid of me, I'm not a monster.

"The leader of the Dragoons, Yabofika, pledges his allegiance to you." He landed on one knee and lowered his head.Give up the glorious surname, and the right to succession to the throne.He will also have no heirs, and the cursed bloodline will be cut off with him. "A successor is already being cultivated. After passing the assessment, he will take over my position and serve you."

"Forgive me for not being able to accompany you for lunch, please allow me to leave."