Versailles is worse than being queen

◎The horror spread instantly◎

Antanya came to the lodging for Nicholas on a crisp autumn morning.Before she entered the yard, she saw the little boy was immersed in drawing something.

She walked in lightly and watched quietly.

She watched for a long time, enduring and enduring.

"I have to say, your drawing is really not very good-looking."

Nicola: "..."

The young boy silently glanced at her, then took a step to the side, blocking her slightly disgusted sight.

This childish gesture made Antanya laugh.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so rude." She apologized without sincerity, "Why is your drawing different from it?"

The model of the steam engine she got from her father is now on display in the yard, and the boy seemed to have been drawing it for a long time when she came—strangely, it was not a model of a steam engine.

Although they look a bit similar, and the line structure is terribly clumsy, Antanya can clearly see that this is by no means the same thing.

"Because I'm not painting it." The boy replied without raising his head.

"Oh?" Antanya raised her eyebrows, "Then are you painting blindly? ——As your sponsor, I have already started to worry about the future of my money."

"This is the design drawing after the improvement."

"After the improvement is completed?" Antanya repeated thoughtfully, and persistently raised her own question: "Shouldn't you try these machines to see if they work well before considering how to improve them?"

Although she is not a scientist, she is a normal person with common sense.These machines have just been delivered to Nikolai, and it is obvious that they have not been started.

"No. I can do the experiment in my head."

Nicholas glanced at her and raised his chin slightly, "If it wasn't because I couldn't tell those blacksmiths what I needed with words alone, I wouldn't even have to draw this blueprint."

After gaining a certain amount of physics knowledge, he discovered at the age of 17 that he did not need any models, drawings or experiments at all. He could directly build complex machine models in his brain and accurately calculate the structures and effects of all interactions inside.

It's a pity, in order to prevent others from treating him as a monster because of his age and too inconsistent knowledge and creativity, he may have to keep a low profile until he is at least fifteen or sixteen years old.

He struggled for a long time between proper self-preservation and an irrepressible desire to create, and finally decided to take a middle way-to hide the most shocking inventions in his head until he was old enough.

If only the productive advancement of human society was as easy as he thought it would be.

Nicholas couldn't help complaining: "Others may need to repeatedly test the theory and equipment verification data, but I don't need it. All the processes can be completed through the brain. It would be too wasteful to move to reality again." Time energy."

Hearing this, Antanya showed an indescribable expression.

It sounds very powerful... It also seems to be deceiving.she thought suspiciously.

Still, the "scientific magic" he demonstrated for himself at the time was truly astonishing.

And she knew that child prodigies did exist—for example, the little musician who was going to marry her as soon as they met, didn't he start composing music at the age of five, and started touring at the age of six.

Therefore, Antanya finally happily decided that she now had ample funds in her hands and could give him a little trust.

"Are you just here to see my progress, Your Highness?" Nicholas realized that he seemed to lack the etiquette to entertain guests. "Do you need a drink?"

"No need." He reminded her, reminding her why she sneaked out of the palace, "I'm going to find Dr. Sweeten, he's not far from your place, so I just stopped by to see."

"Doctor Sweeten?" Nicholas slowly stopped writing, "The doctor who cured smallpox? Did smallpox appear in the palace?"

The doctor didn't live too far away, but because he was one of the royal physicians and specialized in this horrific disease that was frightening on the streets of Vienna, all the neighbors around him knew of his existence.

Nikolai only found out yesterday when he heard about it from a neighbor.

"Not currently." Antanya said calmly, "But there was in the past, and sooner or later there will be."

It is now September, and the peak of smallpox infection has not yet reached, and the Schönbrunn Palace is calm.

But just last year, her second brother, Carl, died of smallpox.

And she knew that if she didn't act, the latest wave of plague in the palace would arrive in two months and claim Johanna's life.

"Then what are you going to do with him?" Nicholas asked strangely.

It stands to reason that this should never be a concern of the carefree little princess.Even if there is a plague, someone in the palace should arrange for the grand duchess and the grand duchess to leave instead of sending a seven-year-old girl to the doctor.

Of course, the little princess apparently sneaked out.

"I asked him to vaccinate me," Antanya replied.

"...Human pox?" Nicholas was taken aback.

"Yes." Antanya thought that he might not know what it was. "This is a preventive method from China. After vaccination, you won't get smallpox."

Inoculation is simple.The doctor rubs the smallpox patient's scar with small tweezers, then cuts a small incision in your arm, and smears the tweezers on the wound.In the next few days, a small pustule will grow on the original wound, and when it falls off again, smallpox will no longer be possible.

"But vaccination is not safe, is it?" Nicholas frowned.

"Oh? You know it."

really.The problem with this kind of prevention is that out of every few dozen people who get variolated pox, one or two die from smallpox.

This is more frightening—although the death rate of smallpox is much higher than this, people always have a chance, maybe I won't be infected with smallpox?Vaccination, on the other hand, requires an active, risky decision.

But Antanya believes that she will not be so unlucky, because she was vaccinated in her previous life and has never contracted smallpox again.That was several years later.

The point is that the church is now very much against vaccination.Those old folks said only God could decide who survived smallpox, so vaccination was against God's will.

Went to his!If it was God's will for her brothers and sisters to die early, then to hell with it.

Antanya has already figured it out, she will first secretly vaccinate herself, and then persuade the queen to vaccinate people in the palace, at least her brothers and sisters, in order to resist the severe epidemic that is coming this winter.

However, the young boy in front of him asked thoughtfully, "Have you heard of other vaccination methods?"

"Others? You mean the kind that blows acne scab powder into the nose? I heard that the death rate is higher."

"No." Nicholas shook his head and exhaled lightly, "I heard that there is another way to prevent smallpox, which is as effective as human pox, and it basically won't kill people."

……

"Vaccinia against smallpox? Are you sure, Your Highness?"

Doctor Sweeten looked at the Grand Duchess who came to look for him in surprise, and his eyes stopped for a second on the strange young boy beside her.

Dr. Gerard van Sweden is a gray-haired old Dutch gentleman who was regarded as an outlier by his family because of his rebellious pursuit of medicine, but he had a good relationship with Emperor Franz when he was the Duke of Lorraine. Therefore, the emperor invited him to come and settle in Vienna as a medical advisor to the royal family.

The emperor has always been unassuming, and often invites him to visit the Schönbrunn Zoo when he has nothing to do.But in the past year, he has not been in this mood—smallpox has been raging from time to time, and the people of Vienna are in panic.

Just last year, the second son of the emperor and his wife died of smallpox, and he was helpless as a royal doctor, which was very frustrating.

"This is the latest experimental discovery in the East." Antanya smiled.

Nicholas gave her a detailed introduction on how to win the trust of medical experts through careful experimental design, and then she gave orders to Dr. Sweeten.After all, the words of the Grand Duchess of Habsburg are naturally more credible than the words of an unknown teenager.

"You only have to visit the milkmen on a nearby farm to verify that the milkmaids who were infected with cowpox did not get smallpox."

Cowpox is a common disease in dairy cows, in which pustules appear on the penis of infected cows.Ordinary people can't touch it, but milkmaids will inevitably encounter these festering wounds.Many of them later developed fever and pimples, but these symptoms, which were very similar to smallpox, gradually subsided within a few days, and none of them died from cowpox.

After recovering, they seem to have gained "immunity" from smallpox.

——After such persuasion, Antania herself firmly believed that cowpox could prevent smallpox.

"If it's true," Dr. Sweeten said thoughtfully, "it may not be the effect of cowpox. It may be the fresh milk these milkmaids drink, or some special substances in the environment of these farms."

"...But in any case, this is a very good idea."

……

The carriage was driving on the streets of Vienna, and Nicholas leaned over to the window, looking at everything around him with interest.

It is the season when the temperature is suitable, the sky is clear, and the streets are very lively.The golden bells tied around the necks of the passing horses jingle and jingle, and the horses are covered with purple silk bridles. The windows of the passing carriages are half open, and the jeweled silk and various ornaments can be glimpsed through the drawn curtains. It flashed by, like a shining meteor that flashed by.

But all the ladies were in a hurry—because it was known that the Queen's "Chastity Envoys" were patrolling the neighborhood, and if they spotted any pretty young girl walking into a house, they would stand outside and wait for her. Ask her when she comes out, if the poor girl blushes with embarrassment, she may be sent to prison.

At this moment, the carriage stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter, sir?" Antanya asked.

"It seems that someone is arguing with the Chastity Envoy... Hey, is that the Prime Minister?"

Prince Kaunitz?

Antanya poked her head out strangely.

It is indeed the Prime Minister.

He was as well-dressed as ever—after all, all the clothes of this extraordinarily obsessed politician had to be laundered in Paris and doused with French perfume.He is well aware of the fashion trends in Paris, the fashion capital, and even communicated with Antania on this topic after she became the Queen of France.

The prime minister was riding a horse, and there was a woman on the horse-hey, that was not his wife, but a plump woman she had never seen before, dressed as beautifully as him.Probably his lover.

Now things are very clear.

Prime Minister Kaunitz was very arrogant, and the Queen was not in the capital when she was visiting Hungary, so he dared to take his lover across the street and quarrel with the Chastity Envoy.

It is estimated that when the queen comes back to settle accounts with him, he will dare to argue with the queen face to face.This is probably the only honor the Prime Minister has.

"Let's go down the side alley."

The carriage turned with difficulty from the congested traffic. Antanya looked at the prime minister's shiny silver hair and remembered a rumor in the court.

This rumor was very interesting, and she decided to share it with the foreigner Nikolai, after all, it is fun to tell such stories to those who have never heard of them.

"Look, that man dressed like a peacock is Prime Minister Kaunitz."

Nicola nodded.

"See his wig? It's super powdered. It is said that he has a special powdering hall. Every morning, there will be attendants dusting the whole house with fine powder, and then six servants will stand in the room with handkerchiefs. Two rows. The Prime Minister walks between them in the wig, and the servants fan the handkerchiefs at him together so that the powder can be evenly spread on the wig.”

Nicholas turned his head and glanced, it was strange.Take another look.

He couldn't help but said: "Next time if you have a chance, you can remind Prime Minister Kaunitz not to ignite a fire in this powder hall, otherwise it may cause a violent explosion."

"what?"

"……nothing."

At this moment, a surprise voice suddenly came from the nearby carriage: "His Royal Highness Antania?"

Mozart, who was dressed in an exquisite off-white dress, was sitting in a carriage and had just returned from Schönbrunn Palace.

He was also curiously watching the Prime Minister who dared to confront the Queen's Discipline Envoys in the street, but suddenly found that the little blond girl sitting next to the beautiful black-haired boy in the carriage next to him seemed to be his favorite little Antania. Princess.

With a "crash", the curtains of the carriage were pulled down, and then drove away.

"what?"

The six-year-old Mozart was stunned, maybe he misread it.

He quickly put the matter behind him, happily humming the melody in his head.

The streets were full of traffic, peddlers wearing cocked hats were driving bullock carts, and the residents of the city squeezed sideways through the almost immobile traffic. A peasant woman who carefully guarded the eggs in the basket was yelling at the coachman who knocked her——

At this moment, the heavily made-up woman in the arms of the nobleman suddenly swayed and fell onto the open-air carriage beside her.

"Manny!" Prime Minister Kaunitz exclaimed, and quickly dismounted.

"Ah—" A shrill scream suddenly came from the carriage.

The woman in the tutu in the carriage threw away the woman who fell beside her, her face was distorted in fear, and she squeezed away from her with hands and feet, saying incoherently: "She's so hot...she, she There's an abscess on my arm!"

Horror spread from the carriage in an instant, and the screams spread farther and farther on the street.

"Smallpox! It's smallpox!"

The author says:

Nicholas never expected that his time-traveling life would start with a medical experiment.

Smallpox: Stupid?Medical experiments cannot be simulated in the brain, can they?