Versailles Wild Rose

Well, that's fine too.It is impossible for the king to personally raise the children like ordinary civilians, and it is his compromise not to send the children out of the palace to raise them.

She gave him a complimenting kiss, "You are very good today."

"You are also very good." Rubbing the tip of his nose, he kissed her lips. "Get up and go for a walk."

"together"

"Together. The envoys are about to leave. I'm free now. I can spend time with you."

She laughed straight, "Look at your unwillingness." She leaned on his shoulder, blew into his ear, and whispered, "Aren't the Spaniards mad at you?"

He was overjoyed, "Not yet."

"Go away, I'm getting out of bed. Veronica"

The maid came in and helped her put on her dress.

The bodice had loosened up a lot, and she had a tailor cut it in half, and the waistline of the dress was raised so that it didn't have to be tightly constricted at the waist.

"The style of this skirt is very nice," Louis pinched her waist, "Is this style popular in the palace?"

"It seems to be." The fashion vane of the Louvre is not just bragging. The style of the skirt she wears, the braided hair style and the way of wearing jewelry will be popular in the Louvre in a few days. Soon, the Champs Elysees It's all about this kind of long skirt with raised waistline.

"It's beautiful." Kissed her exposed shoulder, "The weather is nice today, do you want to go for a walk?"

"where to go"

"Just go to the suburbs and see your castle."

"For my castle, I don't seem to have bought a castle in the suburbs."

"You just got the castle."

She likes Louis's heroic style of giving the castle away at the slightest disagreement.

Going to the suburbs to see the castle has turned into a mighty outing group.

When Philip learned that they were going to the countryside, he couldn't help saying that he must go with them, and he must sit in the same carriage with them.

"Go down." Louis tapped his finger with his cane, "You have your own carriage, you are not allowed to come up."

Philip felt aggrieved, "You won't let me see her, I want to talk to her"

Louie wanted to punch him, "You often come over for lunch and dinner with us, when will I stop letting you see her?"

"I'm going to meet her alone and talk to her alone."

Abigail said, "You let him come up, or he's going to cry again."

Louis snorted.

Philip got into the carriage and sat on the seat opposite her, "Brother Wang, can I let her sit here?"

Louis frowned at him, but motioned for Abigail to sit down.

Philip said nothing, but shook her hand.

The carriage started and drove away from the Louvre.

"Don't you have something to say?"

"But I suddenly forgot what I wanted to tell you." He said stupidly, "Abby, if the children are mine, you have to name one of them Philip."

Louie glanced at him, rarely did he say anything, all he said was nonsense If both were boys, generally speaking, it was normal to name one of the children after their uncle.

It's just this younger brother who really has a headache, and he still stubbornly believes that the child belongs to him, and he doesn't know what's wrong.

"What if it's a girl"

"Then Felipa." Felipa was Philip's feminine name.

"Well, if it's a boy, Louise and Philippe. If it's a girl, Louise and Philippa."

Philip felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he could not think of it.

Maybe she promised too readily, maybe my brother actually acquiesced.

"You will be an uncle from now on, be happy." She pinched his face.

His face was a little strange, as if he couldn't hold back the expression that was about to explode.

Louis kicked him in time and gave him a warning look.

He held back, pinched her chin, and kissed her carelessly for a while.

Then he patted the car hard, "Stop, stop"

As soon as the carriage stopped, he jumped out.

"Louis and Philip" Louis smiled.

"Why doesn't this conform to the naming rules of the Bourbon family?"

"You should let me decide on the baby's name."

"Oh would you have any other name?"

really won't

Well, forget it, barely let her go.

"For girls, Louise and Amelia."

"Not Felipa"

"It's not up to him to decide on this matter." She patted the seat next to her, "Sit here."

He smiled and sat down.

The castle that Louis sent her was not a very big castle, not as big as Versailles or St. Cruz, but it was well maintained and looked good, and it didn't need repairs or renovations.

The interior of the castle is also very good. The previous owner left some very good furniture, Baroque style, at least 9% new.

Drapes and curtains of heavy velvet.

Persian rug.

Set of Chinese porcelain.

Set of silverware.

There are three floors above and below, not counting attics and basements, and defensive towers.

It is a trapezoidal castle with a square in the middle, surrounded by woods, and in the woods is a tributary of the Seine.

"I like it here." Abigail walked from the first floor to the third floor and down from the third floor. "When the children grow up a bit, Rosalina will bring the children to live here, do you think it's okay?"

"You can arrange it."

"In this way, we can also visit the children often, do you think this is okay?"

He felt that she was too docile, and asked him "Is it okay" for everything, of course there was nothing wrong with that.

Philip was sullen again.

Brother Wang can give her a castle at will, but he is so poor, so pitiful.

"I want the castle too," he whispered to Louis.

"You already have a castle." Louis brutally refused.

"not enough."

"You are not married yet. When you are married, I will give you the royal palace to live in."

"It's just the right of residence, not the ownership." He continued to mutter in a low voice.

"Just wait slowly for our good uncle to go to God."

"You are so stingy," he said angrily, "You are the king, everything is yours, and I, I am so poor that I almost have no money to eat."

Lu Yi kicked him with a smile, "Go away, don't cry poor all the time."

Adrian didn't know why he appeared in the "Castle Day Tour" tour group. He probably felt that he should know more about Mrs. Provence, ignore other issues, and just look at her, which is pleasing enough.

He couldn't figure out why, he just wanted to see her, listen to her talk and watch her walk.Her steps are still very light, not like a woman who has been pregnant for several months, but he actually has no more experience in observing pregnant women.

Her long skirt covered her belly very well, so that her belly was not visible, so she was still a young woman who was not tall, petite and light.

He was thinking about how to write his second letter, how to touch her sinful heart and make her repent as soon as possible.

He was absent-minded and preoccupied, feeling that the task might be too difficult for a while, and willing to convince himself that she was not such a superficial woman.

"My sweet young lady

You should understand that God loves his creation, and you are his most perfect creation. You should have a good heart worthy of your appearance, and you should have a heart worthy of you. The beautiful soul of the face.I believe it's just hidden from you, it's waiting to be discovered by you.

God loves all His people, as long as you sincerely repent of the past and become a pure and beautiful person like a newborn baby, then you will see Him in heaven in the future.

what a vision it is and it will be

Would you say you don't love God

Your humble servant, Adrian Lance. "

After receiving such a letter, Abigail once again wondered why this child always thinks she is "degenerate". What kind of family raised such a wonderful cub? That Marquis looks normal, is it at home Cold violence to his own cub, so that the child's brain is broken

It is really strange that such a character appears in the aristocratic class.Maybe it's the kind of person with a particularly strong sense of morality.

She thought that she couldn't let this child take religious and moral education classes for her. Since he wants to discuss her "not good" from the perspective of human nature, then he should think about what "human nature" is.

She didn't want to talk nonsense with this kind of sick person, but you can't say that you can beat him up with a stick for this kind of person, right? Maybe he will think that you beat him up? It's a way of practicing.

People who engage in religion either fool or lame others, or are fooled and lame by others.

"He is just a child, don't worry about him." Rosalina said after reading the letter.

"But I really don't want to get any more letters like that."

"You can have someone warn him not to write to you again."

"I can ignore his letters, but it seems impossible to prohibit him from writing to me. He will certainly not listen to advice or warnings."

Rosalina thought about it, and it was true.If it were someone else, he would never have written such a strange letter to Abigail, let alone wrote another one as it was not enough.

"This kind of person is like this. If he doesn't get the answer he wants, he will keep writing and writing. And when he writes this kind of letter full of Bible sentences and exhortations to be good, you can't really beat him up. .He seems to be a priest."

"It seems to be. It's too stubborn, otherwise, I'll talk to him first"

"If you go to him, you may be convinced by him that what I'm doing now is wrong."

Rosalina hesitated for a while, and said with a heavy heart, "I think you seem to be doing something wrong, but I can't tell. Sometimes I feel very sad, and I worry that you have wronged yourself for me and Claude."

My sister is really good at self-blame.

"You got married too early, and you don't even know what I thought after I was 10 years old. It was my mother who asked me to come to the Louvre. Do you think I look like this? Didn't she think that I would meet Louis?"

The author has something to say to Louis, I am so poor, I am the poorest king in Europe.

Philip I am poorer, the poorest and poorest brother in Europe.

Abigail can you two be okay,