Sur ma peau

09.

"Okay." Minos wiped off the last piece of ink, looked at it again, stopped and said, there is a thin tear mole under the corner of the earl's left eye, which sets off the pair of almond eyes more charmingly.As long as the boundaries are not touched, this is probably the most worry-free prisoner in the Bastille—no, only on the surface.

"Thank you." Yabofika put aside the unusable quill, crossed her fingers on the table, and looked at Minos, "So?"

Thanks and smiles are standard etiquette models. After several months of getting along, Minos has finally developed some immunity and can appreciate this beauty calmly.So he didn't want to waste any more time on debts and taxes, so he pulled out a manuscript from his secret pocket.

"Draft of the General Provisions of the Constitution."

"Thank you." Yabofika unfolded the manuscript and read it one by one. With a general framework to discuss, it was easier for the council to brainstorm.But gradually, his face became serious.

"I agree with all the opinions above, but not all of them." After reading the full text, he paused for about a minute, then turned back to the previous page, and his finger fell on one of the lines, "'The sovereignty of a country should not belonged to the king or some other body, but to the nation.'”

"Separation of powers, legislation belongs to the parliament, executive belongs to the king, and judiciary belongs to the Supreme Court. Under the current situation, handing over the executive to the people will cause a biased center of gravity and even monopoly." Anger and selfishness can lead to disaster.

Minos replied unhurriedly: "Two years ago, the king expelled the Supreme Court to Troyes in the east. If it weren't for the need to increase taxes this time, then the three-level parliament has not been convened for 175 years. I object It's monopoly."

His rebuttal left Jabofika somewhat speechless.

The battle between the royal family and the Supreme Court two years ago coincided with the transfer of Minos from the court to the Bastille.

All the incentives have already been buried.

Or earlier, when they lost the Seven Years War.

"The Constitution secures the courts, and constitution-making keeps Parliament on schedule. Change can be gentle, and chaos means innocent casualties."

Moreover, once it starts, there is no retreat, and the bloody torrent that erupts will sweep everything.

"There are always sacrifices in victory," Minos said.

The top student in the law school is really eloquent, and Yabofika almost laughed angrily. He moved his finger to the above paragraph, "Article [-], freedom refers to the ability to engage in all actions that do not harm others."

"The law is not retroactive, and nothing that happens until it is recognized as valid is outside the scope of judgment."

"Life should be equal," Yabofika said.

Minos chuckled. It was a bit ironic for Jabofika to say this. Maybe he is different from others, but he is still no different from the nobles of Versailles in essence. flesh and blood supply.

"No, Rose de France, you were born privileged."

Yes, but it doesn't mean he can't see the pain of other classes.

For a person who does not trust himself, no amount of explanation is sophistry.

Yabofika looked down at her open hands, a kind of passive powerlessness spread along the lines of her palms.

The failures he could foresee were ultimately unstoppable.

"Then I'm your enemy too?"

"No doubt, yes," said Minos.

The Earl of Artois seemed to have heard some rumors, and at this time, he could no longer make extra troubles.

"Revolution is inevitable."

In late May, when the monsoon season was approaching, the royal doctor visited again.Before he and Jabofika passed the news, Minos turned a blind eye and let them be alone.

Since the last showdown, Minos stopped the supply of paper and pens in the tower cell and forbade all the guards to talk to him, so this time he accompanied him as an inspection tour.

Stepping into the aisle in front of the cell, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings, the sound of birds flapping their wings, from near to far.

After two prison doors, the reclining chair was moved to the only window, and Jabofika sat inside, holding a small half piece of bread left over from lunch, and tore it up to feed those who entered the cell through the iron bars birds.

Almost the whole of Paris was shrouded in hunger, and the birds also could not find food, so they were not afraid of people. A few bold sparrows were jumping between his fingers and grabbing food, until Minos and the doctor opened the door and entered. Only then did the birds scatter and scramble to get out of the window. The remaining one or two refused to leave, poking their heads on the window sill.

"Sir François, Lord Warden." He stood up and put the remaining bread on the window sill, and immediately several birds rushed down to snatch it up.

"Your Highness."

The weather has begun to heat up, and the fireplace is burning indoors. Yabofika is not wearing a coat, but a shirt with a slim waistcoat, which makes her waist thinner and her legs longer. The sun falling on him is still a dazzling beauty.

During the routine consultation and examination, Minos stood aside with self-knowledge and did not make a sound.

"Sir, going back and forth between Versailles and Paris is exhausting, so I don't need to bother you to run around anymore." After the end, before the doctor left, Abfika said suddenly.

The existence of class hostility will drive angry people to attack everything they think is wrong.

"Yes, Your Highness. Please also take care of your body."

After the doctor left, there were only two people left in the cell.

"Satisfied?" Yabofika didn't even turn her gaze to him, but self-consciously buttoned the cuff buttons that were untied due to the diagnosis just now.

"Thank you for your cooperation." After Minos finished speaking, he exited the cell and walked down the tower.It seemed that he had annoyed the earl so much that he was unwilling to even give basic etiquette.

The carriage of Versailles drove away from the range of the walls of the Bastille, the drawbridge on the moat was raised again, and the gates of the Bastille were slammed shut, returning to an impenetrable fortress.

"Send down the order, and if you see any medium-sized or larger birds within the Bastille, shoot them all." Minos narrowed his eyes, and there was only a vague boundary on the backlit tower.

"Especially, pigeons."