Versailles Wild Rose

"You probably won't kill him, but what about Aramis?" She sighed softly, "No amount of friendship can compare to power. He wants to be a cardinal, but Mazarin isn't dead yet."

"He can't do whatever he wants." He hurriedly grabbed the towel on the back of a chair and wrapped it around his waist.

Abigail actually wanted to laugh a little bit, but held back, and continued to look sad, "I can only sneak in, I'm afraid he will try to kill me if he sees me. Maybe you just want me to go back to Paris, he But it is very likely that I want to die, because only the dead can keep secrets."

She approached him, pressing her warm palms on his chest, "What about you? Are you afraid of me?"

"Afraid? No, I'm not afraid of you."

"Are you not afraid that I will expose that you are not a king?"

He smiled, "Not afraid. To be precise, no one will believe you."

He touched his face and said confidently, "I am the king, and I am also your king."

This guy!Instead, he quickly learned Louis' arrogance and the phrase "I am the king".So power can really change a person quickly. They are twin brothers who look so alike. Then, the younger brother imitates the older brother in every way, and in the end it is very likely that he will really lose himself and "become" the older brother.

So who will be the "real" Louie then?If an animal looks like a duck, talks like a duck, walks like a duck, it's probably a duck.

His chest is very firm, not as thin as before.He was a little shorter than Louie, but it was hard to tell, even less so if he was wearing shoes with heels.

It may take someone very close to tell the difference.

The Great Lorraine said that His Majesty married Athena to a marquis in a hurry, and instructed the Marquis to take his wife back to the fief, away from Paris. Athena gave birth to a son, and I heard that the child looked very much like her Majesty when she was a baby; Fanny Vanessa is also engaged to a foreign marquis, and Vanessa is content.

There were other mistresses, all of whom were never seen again.

At that time, she was thinking, would the man in the iron mask dare to keep Louis' mistress?Hmph, it's too easy to be seen through.If Big Philip didn't want those women to "suddenly die", he had no choice but to never sleep with them again.

But he has also quickly learned the daily life of Louis's decadent feudal aristocracy, rich clothes and fine food, singing and singing every night, and warm quilts in high beds.

He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, hugged her to his chest, and said in a low voice, "Since you're back, don't even think about leaving."

His bare chest was still wet with drops of water, and his muscles were very tactile, perhaps even better than Louis's.She thought in a daze that they had a happy time in the past, and in fact, if you don't mind Louis' amorousness, he is a good enough lover, powerful and rich and good at playing tricks.

Ugh!

The man in the iron mask is very pitiful, but he "became" the king, and it seems that he is no better than Louis.The Great Lorraine said that Bishop Mazarin thought the fake king was too capricious, and he refused to marry the Spanish princess.Louis is also very pitiful. He has been king for more than ten years, and he has also prepared for more than ten years to be in charge one day, but now he is a prisoner.

With her face pressed against his chest, she could clearly hear the beating of his heart in his chest: bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.

"You can't lock me up."

"I can. I can imprison you with the whole of the Louvre or Saint-Germain, or the whole of Paris. Look, I'm king now, and I'll give you whatever you want. You don't want the king to recognize you The kids? I was going to wait until their 3rd birthday to announce but if you want earlier I can officially sign the papers after Christmas. I asked if you are still married, proof of the kids Your name should not be on the document, to avoid your husband publicly declaring that the children are his. I don’t think you would want that.”

hateful!Why is this guy so talkative? !

"The papers will state that the father of the boys is King Louis XIV, and the mother may be blank. Can you bear it? No, you can't."

She really couldn't bear it, just thinking about it made her very sad, "No, it must have my name, if you can't do it, I will take the children away. They are not your children anyway, you don't need to worry about them Where do you live?"

"I will not allow you to take the children away. I have ordered people to speed up the construction of your manor, and it will be completed next summer. At that time, you can live in the palace or your manor. Where are you, I will be there Where. Ma'am, stay, I beg you."

Abigail looked up at him: yes, he had a face almost exactly like Louie's, but he was not Louis, and Louis would never ask her.Louie would just say "I'm the king" and make a bunch of demands on her.

ah!Louis!

"Can you protect me?" she asked worriedly.

"I can. You'll be safe with me."

She smiled, and casually took a new nightgown from the hanger beside her and handed it to him. "Let's go and see the kids now. Do you really like them? Rosalina says you go to see the kids almost every day, and they like you too. I would have liked her to take the kids and live in the country, but You want the kids to be around you."

"I can't bear them to leave, they are your children, I love them as...they are my children."

He let her hold hands and quietly walked through one room after another.

The boys slept on their little beds, with their little arms raised and their little hands clenched into fists next to their heads, looking silly.

After not seeing her sons in over a year, Abigail marvels at how grown they are.

"They have grown so big!" The 1-year-old and 9-month-old boy is chubby, with a chubby face and a deep groove between his small arms and hands, which is because he is too fat.

"Why are you so fat!" She said with disgust.

"Not fat at all! Children are the cutest like this." Philip touched little Louis's face.

The child was unconscious, still sleeping soundly.

"Don't wake them up." She hurriedly stopped.But then she touched little Philip's face too.

The two boys look very different indeed, and they can be distinguished at a glance.

She sighed in her heart, thinking that Reinio was right, little Philip might really be his child.

"Come on, don't wake them." She took Philip by the hand again, and led him out of the children's room.

Walking all the way back to the king's bedroom, he was full of joy and excitement, so he walked faster and faster, and soon he was walking in front.

"Go slowly," Abigail said.

He turned back and smiled at her, "I can't slow down, thinking that you will stay with me from now on, I am so happy that the sun is shining on me. Abby, I am so sad when you are not here .”

"Really?" She smiled faintly, "Don't you like that young lady very much?"

He was a little embarrassed, "She is just an insignificant substitute. Her hair is like your hair, which is beautiful. But she is not you, I know that very well."

"For you men, don't you just need to be a woman?"

He looked at her in surprise, "No, absolutely not."

There was a noise outside, he stopped and listened for a moment, "What's going on outside?"

He walked to the window and pushed it open. Outside there was the faint light of torches and the noise of people.

He didn't understand what was going on at first, but after 2 minutes, he looked at her suspiciously, "How did you come back? Who brought you back? Who did you meet?"

Abigail took a few steps back, and then took a few steps back, "I went to see the captain."

Philip was furious: "You betrayed me, didn't you? Yes, you are! How could you do this to me?!"

He walked towards her angrily, and grabbed her left wrist, "What did you do? Who is there? Is it D'Artagnan?"

"Let go!" She struggled hard, "It's not him, he refuses to oppose you, because you are all his sons, he has no way to make a choice."

He was even more annoyed, "So you did go to my father and ask him to drive me away, didn't you?"

"No."

"Don't lie. Ma'am, you love Louis, don't you? I don't understand," he said sadly, "if you only love Louis' face, or the king's power, I look exactly like him, and I am now It's the king, what he can give you, I can give you everything, I just don't understand why you can't love me—"

His expression was painful, and he wept quietly, "Is it because you sleep with him more? Damn it! I should kill him, so that your plot can't succeed!"

She couldn't bear it, "Don't cry. I will let Louis arrange a castle for you and change the name. Not many people in the provinces have seen the king. You can live a comfortable life like a duke like Philip."

"It's just that I can't leave that remote castle for the rest of my life, right?" He asked sadly, "Why should I be the one who can't have my own name?"

"You don't have your own name now." She said calmly.

"Don't you sympathize with me? I have never felt the feeling of having parents, brothers and family, and I have no lover. I should not be a prisoner in the Bastille, nor should I be an unknown duke in some castle. I don't deserve it all ? Yes, I am not even the son of King Louis XIII! But neither is he! If we are qualified, we are not qualified!" He was very excited, "If I am wrong, it must be because I am too soft-hearted, no Kill him cruelly! Aramis wants me to kill him, but I can't bear it."

"You are not the kind to kill. Philip, I sympathize with you. You are indeed soft-hearted and kind, so you will not be a good king. Why don't you want to marry the Spanish princess?"

"That's because I want to marry you, and I will persuade my younger brother to marry the Spanish princess," he smiled sadly, "The Spanish royal family just doesn't want me to marry the English princess, Maria Theresa married Philip or me There is no difference at all. They said that if I really want to marry you, our son will not have the right to inherit the throne in the future, and the son of Philip and Maria Theresa will inherit the throne of France. You're married, but I haven't asked your opinion. You see, what I can do, Louie won't do for you."

Abigail was dumbfounded: "Mazarin won't agree."

He said indifferently: "If he refuses to agree, then he will die."

She wavered, "Can you do it?"

"As soon as Mazarin died, I immediately sent someone to write to the Pope, asking him to sign a document, appointing Aramis as the cardinal of the French diocese, and Aramis will go to negotiate with the Spaniards. Political negotiations are nothing more than a little concession here, Get a little there. Marriage is just a condition of the peace talks, but not a requirement."

She closed her eyes, opened them again after more than ten seconds, shook her head with a wry smile, "You're too late."

He bit his lower lip, and after a while, he said, "I understand."

The fake king walked quickly, holding Abigail with one hand, and quickly returned to the bedroom.

He told Bontang to put the armor on for him, saying to her, "If I were going to die tonight, I would never sit still."

Bontemps looked at him in surprise, then at Abigail.

"No one wants you dead."

"Is there no one?" He smiled mockingly. "My good brother must be dying to kill me! Abby, you can't save me. I just hope you can remember me in your heart, remember that I died in It's in your hand."

Why is this guy so talkative now!

"You didn't die because of me, you died because of your own ambition. If you don't want to be a king and don't want to take revenge on Louis, His Majesty the Queen Mother can definitely make you live a life similar to His Highness—"

The words were not finished, but were interrupted by his kiss.

He is a man who is very good at kissing now, and like Louis, he is used to holding the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other, touching her waist and back, making her itchy.

She was immersed in this weird and sad kiss.He seemed to want to kiss her to death, and his arms were getting harder and harder.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted, but the door of the dormitory was roughly kicked open, and a man walked in with aggressive strides, "Let her go!"

Louis was so annoyed that he wanted to use the long sword in his hand to stab the impostor seventeen or eighteen holes, so that the guy would die quickly.

Big Philip let go of Abigail, but kissed her lightly on the forehead again.

"Come here," Louis lowered his voice, "come to me."

She hesitated for a moment, then walked up to him. "Louis."

"You woman!" He sternly said, "If he wants to kiss you, do you just stand there and let him kiss you? You should bite off his tongue!"

"That's disgusting, it's going to get blood everywhere."

He wiped her lips with the pad of his thumb in disgust, "Damn it! Now your mouth is full of that bastard's saliva!"

She glared at him: what did you say? !

"So you don't want to kiss me now? I thought you missed me."

"I miss you very much, but you don't need to come see him." Louis glared at Philip angrily.

The two brothers wore almost the same bright silver armor, and both had shoulder-length wavy hair. They looked exactly the same. If they stood next to each other, it would be difficult to tell them apart.

Their temperaments are also very similar, with the pride and self-confidence of a proud son of heaven. Louis has been imprisoned for more than a year, but he seems to have hardly changed.

"What do you want now?" Big Philip drew his sword.

Louis said contemptuously: "Want to fight? Well, come on! I've wanted to fight you like this for a long time!"

He pushed Abigail. "Get out of the way, I don't want to hurt you."

Abigail is wondering why things have become like this, why are these two brats really fighting to decide the outcome?But it seems that they can't do without a fight. Both of them have resentment towards each other, and they both want to beat each other up.

Another person came in quietly and pulled her back to the door.

It's His Royal Highness.

Brother Wang was also wearing bright silver armor, and whispered in her ear: "You have to be careful, they are both very angry."

"How do you..."

"Don't worry, everything has been taken care of." Brother Wang was very proud.

"Where is Aramis?"

"I don't know, let's run away."

"Have you sent someone to arrest him?"

"Send."

Abigail was a little relieved, "Where is Renio?"

"I'm here." Reinho came from the other side.

"Are you hurt?"

"No." He smiled.Abigail probably didn't notice, and she didn't even ask His Highness if he was injured.

"Don't you need to go in and separate them?" She worriedly looked at the two people in the dormitory who were slashing at each other with swords.Louis has learned swordsmanship since he was a child, so he is not a master of swordsmanship, but he is definitely better than Big Philip who has only learned swordsmanship for less than two years.

"No, it's better to let His Majesty vent." Renio observed for a moment, "I know you don't want to let the Man in the Iron Mask die, but he will be very painful to live, and maybe he wants to die by His Majesty's hands."

She was very worried, and now she was very sympathetic to Philip, "I don't want him to die, he is already very pitiful. He never knew that he had parents and brothers since he was a child, and he never enjoyed the love of his relatives, so he is considered a The king, His Majesty the Queen Mother may not love him that much. He can't use his own name, he can only pretend to be another person, it's really pitiful."

His Royal Highness is also very conflicted, "He is also my elder brother. Although he has done something wrong to Brother Wang, he is still the blood brother of me and Louis, and I don't want him to die. There is really no way for him to die. Is it? Perhaps you can go in now and separate them."

His Highness is soft-hearted and kind, but also too naive and childish.But Lei Nio didn't dislike such His Royal Highness, and said patiently: "I can't, but you can."

The two brothers fought for three hundred rounds.

While slashing at each other with swords, they still didn't forget to scold each other for their assholes.The man in the iron mask scolded Louis for being ruthless, caring nothing for the people, and being cruel to Abigail, letting other women conceive his child, which is why she left sadly; status, humiliating the real king, and being so cowardly, falling in love with Abigail, it would not be a pity to die a hundred times.

The man in the iron mask taunted his brother for not knowing that his wife was only greedy for his title and jewels and didn't love him at all, otherwise why would she marry a little Spanish priest and have a child for him; Louis was furious and scolded because of He failed to get Abigail back.

"If it weren't for your stupidity, I would have sent someone to Spain!" Louie cried, "I would have sent someone to bring her back, you fool!"

"You're the idiot! She doesn't like you forcing him at all!"

Aramis, who was in the secret passage, couldn't listen anymore: Listen!Are these two brothers naive? !

He pushed the door out.

But here comes the question: the two brothers in front of them wear almost the same clothes, look exactly the same, and speak the same voice, who is Louis?

It was up to Louis to decide, and he sneered, "Okay, you treasonous sinner!"

Aramis immediately put his sword on his neck, "My king, you are so careless!"

"What do you want?" Louis looked haughty, "Do you want to kill me? There are my people outside, you can't escape!"

Aramis smiled, "Who said I wanted to escape? I could have escaped from Paris a long time ago, and your people will never catch me. Philip, if you don't want to die, you can leave through the secret passage."

Big Philip looked at Abigail at the door and shook his head, "I don't want to go. Aramis, you made me a king, but this is not my life, not the life I should have. Who am I? I What to do? What can I do? This is the question I have been thinking about lately. I may not be a good king, or a proper king. I would rather live in a small country with the woman I love, and I can To grow wheat while my wife milks the cows, maybe that's what I want in life."

Louis snorted coldly.

Aramis was rather disappointed, but the matter had come to an end, and the disappointment was limited. "I brought you out of the Bastille, and I don't want you to die at a young age."

"I don't want to die now, either, but this matter may not go according to your wishes or my wishes. Louis, my brother, my blood relatives, we have the same blood, this is my misfortune. If I wasn't born at about the same time as you If I weren't exactly like you, I would have lived like Philip, I would have had my own life, I would have been raised by my mother and always be guarded by our true father grow up.

"You don't understand what kind of life I lived before, so I put you in the Bastille, just because I want you to taste the life of a prisoner that I have lived for several years. Do you know what it feels like to lose everything? "

Louis glared: Indeed, the taste of being deprived of everything is not very good, to be precise, it is too hopeless.

He pondered, thinking that this damn "brother" was indeed a bit pitiful.But how could he sympathize with such a "brother"?No matter who it is, who threatens his status, it is unforgivable and unforgivable!

"I never wanted to kill you, I just wanted to give you a taste of my life. Can you understand now what kind of life I lived in the Bastille?" Big Philip was a little excited, "The past It's over, I don't care about it anymore. But I beg you, my brother, for the sake of the same blood flowing through us, give me a free life where I can see the sun every day."

Louis said viciously: "Don't think about it! You betrayed the king and the country, and you dare to demand 'freedom'! How ridiculous!"

"Your Majesty, calm down." Aramis said coldly.

"What? Are you trying to kill me?" Louis turned and glared at Aramis, "You traitor! You are already a useless old man, the cardinal's seat is not for you, the cold sarcophagus is for you The best place to stay!"

Aramis was speechless: the young king was very angry and cruel.

He quickly glanced at Count Testlan who had just entered, and the Marquise de Provence seemed to want to come in too, but was held back by His Royal Highness.

"Alamis, please put down your sword." Renio put his hand on the hilt of the sword, "You have already failed, please face up to your failure."

Aramis raised a strange smile, "Failure? Oh no, Earl, in my opinion, you will have to accept a fact in just a few seconds."

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword pierced Louis' neck, cut the skin, and blood flowed out.

Louie was terrified, "You are so brave!"

Big Philip hurriedly said, "Aramis!"

Philip who was outside the room couldn't hold his breath anymore, and exclaimed, "Brother Wang!"

At the same time, the door of the secret passage was pushed open again.

"Aramis! Stop!"

It was D'Artagnan.

Compared with more than a year ago, he is a little older, and his temples are all white.

Aramis' long sword was still across Louis' neck, d'Artagnan quickly drew out his sword, and swung Aramis' long sword away.

Aramis let go, the long sword flew out, and the point of the sword hit the floor, pinning Abigail's skirt.

Abigail's face turned pale, "Captain!"

"Sorry, miss." D'Artagnan stepped forward and stopped between Aramis and Louis, "Are you all right?"

Philip drew his sword and threw it aside.

"I'm all right. What about you? Why are you here? I thought you wouldn't interfere in this matter."

D'Artagnan smiled wryly, "How could I not come? They—" He glanced at Louis, then at the Man in the Iron Mask, and then at His Royal Highness, "They are all my children, your plan may How could I sit idly by and let one of them die?"

Philip was surprised and puzzled, "What did you say?" He looked around, and everyone from Brother Wang to D'Artagnan, from Regno to Abigail showed no surprise on their faces. I already knew about this. "You mean, you're my—father?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm sorry, Philip. If you have to blame it, blame me alone. It has nothing to do with your mother."

Philip was distraught: Sure enough, the legend about the mother's lover was true!He was aggrieved, but he wasn't really surprised, "Abby, why didn't you tell me?"

Abigail shook her head at him.

"D'Artagnan, kill Aramis!" Louis said viciously, pointing at Aramis.

D'Artagnan shook his head, "No, Your Majesty—Louis, please allow me to call you that for the first and last time. Aramis is at fault, but I cannot kill my friend with my own hands. I will not ask for your forgiveness either. He, I just want you to forgive him. As you say, he is old."

He looked at Aramis sadly, "Your Majesty, when you reach my age, you will understand how precious a friendship is, and how precious a family relationship is. I don't want you to wait until you are old to regret your current cruelty." Ruthless. Philip is your younger brother. Just because he looks exactly like you, he suffered everything he shouldn't have suffered. Is this his fault? No, it's my fault!"

He was very sad, "I love your mother, I loved her in the past and I still love her now, but my fault is not that I fell in love with your mother, but that I can't admit that you are my children. Oh, my God!" His eyes were full of tears Tears, "You don't know how painful it is to fall in love with a woman you shouldn't love!"

Louis said sharply: "You are wrong, you shouldn't have anything to do with the queen!" He hated the man who claimed to be his biological father.

"I shouldn't fall in love with the queen, but I can't betray my heart."

Eldest Philip looked at Abigail with sympathy. She was comforting His Royal Highness in a low voice, and she didn't seem to notice it.

Louis said disdainfully: "Now you say you are my father, what do you want? Well, I don't have to kill Aramis, and I don't have to kill this impostor, but—" He sneered, "You are living this kingdom The biggest shame, if you exchange your life for the lives of the two of them, I think this should be a good deal."

Abigail exclaimed: "No! Louis!" Then she looked at D'Artagnan, "Captain, don't be stupid, he wouldn't have killed Philippe in the first place."

Louis was furious, "Really? Try to see if I can kill him!" He raised his long sword, but just as he raised it, he put it down again. "Testlan, kill him, kill the impostor!"

Reynold drew out his long sword in response.

On the Seine River, a small sailboat goes down the river.

"I'll never see her again, will I?" a handsome young man asked in a low voice.

"You forget her."

"It's me being soft-hearted, isn't it?"

"Yes. You should have killed him in the first place."

"I killed my father." The young man cried bitterly.

"No, it has nothing to do with you. He is not the former king, but he is the father of the king. He must die."

"Why? Why does one have to die?"

"Because... there is no family affection that can compare with the crown."

"Then what else do I have? I have no mother, no father, no brother, no brother, I am still the abandoned and forgotten child. And now, I have lost Abigail. I still have life Is there a reason?"

Renio was speechless.

After a while, he said: "There is a 'future' only if you live."

Big Philip smiled sadly, "No, I have no future. You still have a child with your wife, but I don't. I have nothing."

He covered his face with his hands, feeling very sad, "I am a poor person, and so are you."

Renio was silent.

D'Artagnan was lying on the floor of the King's bedroom at the Palais Saint-Germain, the carpet soaked in blood beneath him.

Beside him was Abigail, who had been weeping for hours on her knees on the rug.

The long white satin dress she was wearing was also half soaked with d'Artagnan's blood, bright and eye-catching.

His Royal Highness Brother Wang also knelt on the carpet, with a dazed and uneasy expression, and comforted her in a low voice.

On the four-poster bed a few steps away, Louis was still wearing silver-white armor, sitting on the edge of the bed, his face pale.

Outside the door was the paler Queen Dowager Anna of Austria.

Outside the window, the sky is getting brighter.

It's another day.