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The younger brother of King Louis XIII, the Duke of Orléans sighed in the Louvre in Paris.

"Everything was ready, and the king went on a 'pilgrimage'."

If Louis XIII is still in Paris now, maybe France has changed by this time.

Folding his arms in depression, he looked out of the long and narrow French windows of the Louvre.The weather in Paris was very bad, overcast and stuffy, but it never rained.

There was a crisp sound of "tuk-tuk" beside him, the sound of women's high-heeled shoes hitting the floor.

Madame de Chevreuse came to the Duke of Orleans and teased with a smile: "Do you really think that one is going on a 'pilgrimage'?"

The Duke of Orleans rolled his eyes in surprise, not daring to show his timidity, and only said: "Of course, I have always wondered about this..."

He turned his body, bowed to the beautiful lady, and at the same time took her hand, respectfully sticking it to his lips.

"The king didn't go on a pilgrimage, but took refuge. But he was afraid that the news would spread and cause trouble at home and abroad, so he borrowed the name of a pilgrimage..." Mrs. Chevreuse explained to the Duke of Orleans the intention of her brother's series of actions with a smile.

"This is great," said the Duke of Orleans, spreading his hands, a little impatiently, "All our previous designs have come to nothing now, and we have to start from scratch."

Mrs. Chevreuse immediately gave him a blank look, as if the prince was just a scheming little boy in her eyes.

"Do you think usurping the throne is so easy, you just need to win over a few generals and find some mercenaries? My friend, please be patient. For that position, it's worth the wait."

The Duke of Orleans lowered his head, apologizing like a child who said something wrong.

But as long as the king and queen have no heirs, the French throne will automatically fall into the hands of the Duke of Orleans-Madame Chevreuse never mentioned this, perhaps because she knew very well that sooner or later Louis XIII would have an heir.

"However, all of our previous arrangements will not come to naught. It's just a slight change in the location of the army's attack."

"Didn't you say before that those generals had doubts about attacking Paris? Now it's just right, we just need to change the attack location from Paris to Sweetwater Town."

"Sweet Water Town?" The Duke of Orleans was not sure. "Sweet Water Town is a 'Holy Land' conferred by the Holy See. There are saints sitting there. Is it really better than Paris?"

"Of course," Mrs. Chevreuse seemed displeased when she heard the name "Sweetwater Town". The 'sacred sites' are tricks played by men."

The Duke of Orleans obeyed what the lady said, so he dared not say a word.

"My lord, please rest assured that among the group of people who followed the couple to Tianshui Town, there are people from us who will continue to send out news."

Mrs. Chevreuse spoke with confidence, as if the newly rising "holy city" of Sweetwater Town was already under her control. "In the future, when we step into Tianshui Town, it will be like returning to our own home."

"Ma'am, that would be great."

"Perhaps, we don't have to wait until the day we break through Tianshui Town."

Madame Chevreuse looked out of the window dreamily, recalling her few visits to the French countryside.

"The king and queen are used to being pampered and pampered. I'm afraid they won't be able to stand there for a few days, and they will cry and cry to return to Paris."

"Then where is the place where people can live?"

"After all, only farming players can endure such a countryside!"

Madame Chevreuse predicted that the king and queen would never adapt to the country life in Sweetwater.At this time, Louis XIII and his queen were struggling with where to stay.

In order to welcome the king and his wife, Athos and Roland gave up their manor outside Sweetwater Town.From the appearance of the manor, compared with the palace of the king and his wife in Paris, or even compared with the palace in Amiens, it is just a slightly larger stone house.

Only by entering the manor can one understand why this "big house" is hailed as a model of "pragmatism" by Andre and others.

In the interior of this manor, the movement lines are clear, and people of various identities and positions belong to their respective positions without crossing over.

Hundreds of people entered the manor, as if they disappeared in an instant, and each of them rested and slept in their own guest rooms without disturbing each other.

Most of the rooms have independent washing facilities, and even can be automatically flushed for cleaning.The stone compartment effectively isolates all kinds of noise, and when the door is closed, it is a separate world.

However, once the bell is ringing in the manor, within a minute or two, all the people in the house can rush to the hall in the middle of the manor to gather.

The king and queen looked around the manor, and felt that apart from the old tapestries on the walls and the lack of famous paintings, sculptures, and precious porcelain for decoration, in terms of cleanliness and comfort, the manor was a very good place. perfect.

But Louis XIII still expressed his wish euphemistically: he wants to live in Sweetwater Town, preferably next to the church——

After all, it is a "Holy Land". If the rebels attack, Tianshui Town will be more or less safer with the blessing of God.

In this way, all the prior arrangements were in vain.Roland and Athos, the "master" couple, had to overthrow the previous arrangement and find a way to temporarily vacate the beautiful and comfortable "new-style" houses in Sweetwater Town, arrange for the king and his wife to live in, and then arrange for the gunner and the gunner. It took a lot of effort for the imperial army to station and defend.

The result was better than expected.

Roland found that after the rearrangement, the "spectators" who had followed her into the plane had all gathered in the manor.When everyone gets together, they can speak freely, express their opinions, and discuss how to deal with the coming crisis without worrying about the "natives" in the plane.

Since then, Count de Raphael's manor has been nicknamed "Command".

Athos: "Command" manor?Why is the name so weird?

After the king and his wife arrived in Sweetwater, Athos felt that he was not useful at all.Although the people in the territory respected him very much, no one listened to what he said.

Needless to say, the countess, everyone listened to her.

Among the rest of the people, whether it was Prince Andrei, the engineer Paul, or Doctor Zhivago, they all said what they said.Even the words of the mayor are more effective than Athos.

Athos: I abandoned my native land, and was abandoned by it.

The lord, now he can only take his gunner companions around the territory, seeing those novelty things that have never been seen before, and the rest of the time can only be drinking, tasting food, and playing cards with the guards , Lose the bet and fight again...

He became an "empty" lord.

News from outside the territory was continuously sent to the "command".

The person in charge of collecting information was Peter Pan, who had previously established trading posts in neighboring towns around the domain, Amiens, Paris, and northern France on the border with Belgium.

Now Trade Point has transformed itself into an intelligence agency.The frequency of news delivery has changed from once a week to twice a day, and the keen-sighted merchants will quickly collect any clues they observe to Tianshui Town through a special news channel.

When Roland went to meet the king with the collected military information, the king was sitting with Mr. Treville and Mr. Isaac, unable to do anything - they suddenly found themselves in such a remote town with no news , There is a feeling of being blindfolded and plugged.

When they got the military report, the king and the commanders immediately felt that the shady curtain was removed from their eyes, and they took out their earplugs. The actions of the Duke of Orleans and the rebels were clearly unfolding before their eyes like a picture scroll.

These gentlemen were all taken aback.

The Duke of Orleans entangled a lot of forces in France and attacked the territory where the town of Sweetwater was located from three sides in an attempt to encircle Louis XIII.

"Ah, General Beavis actually joined the younger brother...he has at least [-] troops under his command."

Louis XIII covered his heart and exclaimed.

"Belgian mercenaries? Well, I knew earlier that they are all guys who can give up morality for money..." Mr. Treville and the two leaders, Isaac, looked at each other, their expressions were ugly.

"What other forces can we command?"

Louis XIII asked angrily.

Mr. Treville asked cautiously: "My lord Cardinal was planning to quell the rebellion in La Rochelle and fight against the navy from England. He has..."

Louis XIII waved his hand: "Don't mention it."

Prior to this, Louis XIII believed that the cardinal had too much power, and it was inevitable that he would emptied himself. He had secretly ordered the generals under the bishop to follow the orders issued by Paris.

At this moment, even if these generals can realize that the order from Paris is against the king's wishes, even if they can refuse to join forces with the Duke of Orleans, it will be difficult for them to overcome the siege of the Duke of Orleans and rush here for rescue.

Might as well leave it to the Cardinal to direct.

You only want to evade other people's power, but before you know it, you are completely emptied?

The French King, the Polish Commander, Louis XIII let out a long sigh.

"Everything can only be hoped that the cardinal has a strong wrist and can control the generals under him."

Unexpectedly, at this time, he saw his queen appearing on the stairs of the "new house".

"Anna!" The king jumped up from the comfortable high-backed armchair. His dignity as a king made him not want to reveal to his wife the predicament they were in at the moment.

"Your Majesty," the queen said excitedly with a pale face, "what time is it, are you still trying to keep me in the dark?"

"Haven't we already made everything clear, and in the future, the two of us will work together for the common benefit?"

"Your Majesty, please send your bravest soldiers to Spain and Austria as messengers before it is too late."

Louis XIII thought to himself: as soon as this news reaches Spain, it will be over.How could his brother-in-law, Felipe, stand idly by in such a situation? Didn't he just want to get involved and take a share?

Unexpectedly, the queen put her hand on her heart and said solemnly: "I will solemnly warn my brothers and sisters that they must never underestimate the hearts of the people in this country and the power of being loyal to the king."

Louis XIII looked at his queen, unable to speak for a moment.

If the King of Spain and the Emperor of Austria can really follow Anna's advice and not come to this muddy water, even if they can just hold back those two forces and let them wait and see for a while, then the external pressure he will face will not be small few.

"Your Majesty, don't you believe me and your wife, because your fate is intertwined and your interests are related, and it is inseparable at all?" At the critical moment, the queen was even more determined than the king.

Louis XIII finally nodded, and turned to the leader of the musketeers: "Mr. Treville, please arrange two emergency mission teams, ready to go, carrying the Queen's handwritten letter to Spain and Austria."

The queen breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and immediately sat down in front of a desk at the end of the room, took out the letterhead with the coat of arms of Louis XIII, and began to write.

When the queen had finished writing the letter, M. de Treville arranged for the messenger, and the king, wife and captain were all assembled in the room again.

But Roland had already spread out a map on the table: "Your Majesty, my lords, can I finally come and ask, this territory itself already has various defensive forces?"