Versailles is worse than being queen

◎The more beautiful, the higher the price tag. ◎

Under Mozart's excessive flattery, Viscount Tesla has no self-consciousness in blushing, but Antanya can't openly ask Mozart to cheat on her piano exam in front of him.

Only when Mozart was temporarily talking to his father and the hotel owner, Antanya found the opportunity to secretly stare at Nicholas: "Alchemist?"

Nicholas smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "I believe that substance is greater than form—what do you think, Your Highness?"

Antanya was speechless.

With outsiders around, such sneaky conversations would be too boring.So she asked the most concerned thing: "Your Majesty has resolved your identity?"

"As you can see." Nicola winked at her.

Ok.

Antanya breathed a sigh of relief.Although this child is always mysterious, even she can't figure it out sometimes, but the biggest hidden danger has been solved.

Helping an orphan is nothing to the royal family.This is even more so if it is a child who may be of some use - she never planned to hide it from her father from the beginning.

Everything is on the right track, and she is about to start learning life-saving techniques from Captain Leo.

The reason why I want to learn marksmanship and swordsmanship is because flintlock guns and swords are the most direct life-saving weapons in this era-simple and rude, each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

The students couldn't wait, and the teacher got the queen's acquiescence, so the class started soon.

"Your Highness, first stand this gun up, and then from here - the muzzle, pour the gunpowder, spacers and projectiles into it, and tamp it tightly with the push rod."

Leo patiently showed Antanya the steps to shoot. Antania's exquisite silver pistol was like a toy in his hand.

This step is really complicated.

"Then turn it upside down and pour a shot of gunpowder into the pool of powder at the end of the barrel, which is for the ignition. Then you put the hammer back to the rear position - and then you pull the trigger and you fire the bullet. "

"Your Highness, would you like to try?"

Antanya took the gun, and aimed at the tree far away in the wide grass field according to the posture she saw when others shot in her memory——

boom!

She almost fell backwards from the shock, her hands were hot and numb, and the bullet flew to nowhere.

"Ah." She sighed angrily.

"It's like this for the first time you shoot a gun." Leo smiled kindly, "Practice more and it will get better and better, Your Highness."

"Do soldiers on the battlefield use guns like this? It's too difficult to use." Antanya muttered.

"Indeed. The step of loading a gun can't be wrong at one step, so the best soldiers can only fire five shots a minute, and it's not bad for ordinary people to fire two shots a minute."

"How many shots can you shoot?" Antanya asked curiously.

"It's not that I'm not humble, but only the best soldiers can be the captain of the Musketeers to protect His Majesty and the royal family, Your Highness." Leo laughed.

"However, sometimes, even if the operation is completely correct, the gunpowder may be damp, or the gunpowder used to ignite the fire may not be shot successfully. This is very common on the battlefield."

Antanya remembered that when she was bored in the Palace of Versailles, she once chatted with her guards and curiously asked them the difference between the royal guards with swords and the musketeers with guns.

The guard told her that a gun is far less useful than a sword in many cases, because the process of using a gun is very complicated, slow and error-prone, and often fails to fire.

Therefore, for the guards protecting the king at close range, the sword is a more practical and effective weapon.

"Maybe I should still practice swords." Antanya made a face.

"I can also teach you how to use a sword." Leo replied without any surprise.

He had already received the Queen's order - the little princess was just on a whim, just play with her.She will lose interest in this soon.

"But if you want to use a sword, you need to maintain a healthy body-you are a bit too thin now."

For a little girl of Antanya's age, she seemed a little too thin.

When she married to France at the age of 15, she was also said to be too thin and lacked the plump and round beauty of French girls.

But she just doesn't care about those people.She thinks that beauty is beauty-the fashion wave since then has also proved her wisdom.

The self-defense technique class on the first day was so good that when Antania had dinner with her brother and sister-in-law at night, she couldn't help eating a large piece of pork knuckle, which attracted Mrs. Brandes' attention.

Antanya pretended not to hear her repeated coughs as if she had tuberculosis, and calmly cut off small pieces and put them in her mouth.

The golden-yellow skin is roasted crispy and crispy, forming a layered texture with the oily fat and soft stewed meat, which will whet your appetite.

During those years at Versailles, Antalya dined with an overeating Louis XVI.

According to the strange rules of the French court, they eat in the presence of crowds - so Antalya always has a bad appetite.

Drink a cup of coffee or hot chocolate for breakfast, eat only white meat and drink water for lunch, and have a chicken wing, some small biscuits, and a small bowl of broth for dinner.

As a result, she often has to hold back her temper and wait for her husband for a long time when eating, so she prefers to eat by herself.

She ate another pork knuckle.

Although she always thought the pork knuckle was too fat and never ate more than a few bites before, after a tiring day, she felt that the taste was really good.

No wonder Joseph's favorite.

Antanya glanced at her brother subconsciously, and was surprised to find that he hadn't eaten a few bites of his favorite roast pork knuckle in the past, and he looked preoccupied.

"What's the matter, brother?" Antanya muttered, "I seem to be the only one at the table today with a big appetite. You all eat so little that I dare not move my mouth."

"Don't pay attention to him." Isabella laughed, "You are still so young, you need to eat more to become beautiful, so that you can marry a handsome prince—as for him, you don't have to think about a beautiful princess anyway. "

Recently she smiles a lot more than before and seems to be in better shape.

Joseph was taken aback, and put down the fork aggrievedly: "Isabella! You are the most beautiful princess in my heart, am I not your most handsome prince?"

Isabella couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

Antanya looked at the young couple with great satisfaction - their relationship seemed to have improved a lot recently, and they looked more and more like a sweet and normal young couple in their early twenties.

It seems that last time she pointed out many "little secrets of girls" to him earnestly and earnestly. Although my brother couldn't laugh or cry, he seemed to really listen to them.

Not hopeless yet, yes.

After laughing enough, Isabella patted Joseph reassuringly, turned her head and said to Antanya: "Joseph is going to negotiate with the Germans, so he is not in a good mood, and he has no appetite recently."

"Ah..." Antanya was thoughtful, and lowered her voice: "Russia and the French are also going to negotiate, right?"

"That's right." Joseph nodded.

So... Antanya thought, she probably knew what the outcome would be.

In fact, since the Seven Years War and Russia's defection, the situation has almost become clear.

France lost to Prussia at the Battle of Rothbach and eventually ceded the American colonies to Great Britain.

Mrs. Pompadour, the friend of the French king, also comforted Louis XV, "After us, even if the flood is terrible."*

Although at this time in her previous life she was still too young to know many details of this process, she knew the next few major events that would happen next, and she also knew some people who were about to emerge in this negotiation—in this war Afterwards, the political arenas of various European countries underwent a major shake-up, and many senior officials lost power and were forced to give way to latecomers.

"Brother, I heard that Mrs. Pompadour is ill," Antanya said softly, "She is not in good health, and I'm afraid she won't live for a few years."

"Ah, really!" Joseph was shocked.

As the mistress and good friend of Louis XV for many years, Mrs. Pompadour had a decisive influence in the French court. At that time, Prime Minister Kaunitz found her way and knocked on the door of the French king.

She is also one of the central figures who contributed to the alliance of Austria and France.

"His Majesty the King of France certainly doesn't like other people talking about this news, but someone in the Winter Palace has already talked about it." Antanya explained, lightly hinting at her source.

She knew that the lady did not have long to live—she would die of illness in more than a year.

"This is indeed very important news..." Joseph frowned and muttered.

In recent years, she has been the most important French among the main contacts of Austrian officials.If you need to change the main partner, you need to start planning as soon as possible.

"I also heard some discussions about several young diplomats in France who seem to be promising, and it is estimated that they will be sent to important posts by the King of France in a few years."

Antanya reported a few names that she was very familiar with, "Well... I heard them all in the Winter Palace."

Joseph glanced at her suspiciously: "Did you hear me right, Antania? Earl Mercy didn't even report it."

He had never heard of these names.

What's more, Earl Melsey, a professional diplomat in their country, didn't even get the news, but it was heard by a little princess like this?

"Don't doubt me, brother!" Antanya wrinkled her nose at him, "It's because I'm a child, so those adults don't pay attention to me at all. This is the best way to eavesdrop."

Isabella has been listening quietly by the side, and at this moment she couldn't help laughing, "I really can't see it, our little sister going to a foreign court as a guest is more useful than sending a dozen spies."

"Okay, please, Your Highness Antania——I will discuss it with Your Majesty." Joseph also smiled.

"Oh, and..."

Antanya thought for a while and sighed silently in her heart.

"Beware of Russia."

……

The wind blowing from the cold depths of Eurasia crossed the mountains, partly blowing south towards Austria, partly westward, as far as the Prussian capital, Berlin, blowing out a candle in a half-open window in Charlottenburg .

A thick, sturdy hand picked up another candlestick and lit the extinct candle.

The flames lit up, illuminating a serious and cold face, the steel blue eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of displeasure mocking: "This is discovered? It seems that the woman is not as good as I thought. madness."

"Your Majesty, Queen Theresia must be very angry with your actions, and this is indeed a violation of the common principles of all countries, it is really hard to call it justice..."

"Justice?" Frederick II, the king of Prussia, sneered. "Justice and injustice are issues discussed only by priests, and I am the monarch—whoever is stronger is the party of justice."*

The Minister of State standing behind him said helplessly: "Indeed. But Your Majesty, this incident will damage your reputation in other countries. There are still many diplomats in our country..."

"Schneider, don't look so downcast."

Frederick patted him on the shoulder, "You know, diplomacy without the backing of force is like music without musical instruments."*

"Oh, and our German bandit is on the Russian throne, and she'll be a good ally."

"Your Majesty," the Minister of State urged, "after the war, Austria may draw closer to France. I think we must be vigilant..."

"Ha, that corrupt country ruled by His Majesty Petticoat II?" Frederick laughed.

The Secretary of State was silent.

He knew who the King was referring to—His Majesty always referred to Madame de Pompadour, the confidante of King Louis XV of France, contemptuously as "Her Majesty Petticoat II."

"Tsk, what can Austria do? I'm afraid it's a marriage again." Frederick's mouth curled up mockingly, "This is their fine tradition. Didn't they still want to make me and Theresia a pair back then?"

If they really got married, Europe would have been unified long ago.

When he bought ammunition from her husband to fight her army, he actually felt a little bit of sympathy for that woman...and his own wallet, of course.

It was scary to think about, though, what a disaster it would be if they got married and the child had his looks and her military mind.

"Your Majesty, Austria's marriage strategy has indeed produced obvious results many times." The Minister of State did not intend to give up. "After all these years of war, the people have already complained..."

"Okay, okay, Schneider, don't be a mother-in-law like that woman."

Frederick glanced at him with a half-smile, then turned back to face out the window, "Let France and Austria play their princess dress-up game, I'll choose the adults' battle."

"At home... my people and I have a deal - they say what they like, and I do what I like."*

The Minister of State finally shut up resignedly.

"However, speaking of it," Frederick knocked on the window sill thoughtfully, "Schneider, if I remember correctly, our people mentioned that it was Theresa's daughter, the youngest princess, who participated in the public experiment. ?”

"Indeed."

"This is not her style." Frederick shook his head, "She is not me and Ekaterina."

That woman, while crying and praying, never hesitated to ask her daughter to enter into a doomed marriage—but she couldn't do this kind of thing.

"So, could it be that little princess' own idea?"

He said to himself playfully, "...I remember that the report said that she is a beauty embryo, and she must be amazingly beautiful when she grows up."

The more beautiful, the higher the price tag——

It would be interesting if the spies' reports were true.

The author says:

For the usage of the flintlock, please refer to "The History of the Evolution of the European Percussion Gun: The Flintlock's Disadvantages Are Common, and Forsyth Ignites the Upsurge of the Development of the Flintlock Gun" by Xia Chongyu.