Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Ghost of Versailles◎

"Tell me how you see the future."

The girl's gun was behind the boy, but the gentle whispers rang in his ears.

The breathing that was close at hand stopped for an instant.

After a long time, a chuckle jolted down the barrel.

Nicholas didn't struggle at all, and even the tense muscles just now slowly relaxed.

"Let me explain why I'm so smart?" He tilted his head slightly, with a slight smile in his voice, "That's really difficult."

The girl remained silent, and only moved forward as if a gun was threatening.

"Okay, let me say." The smile in Nicholas' voice became more and more obvious, "Patience is a virtue, Your Royal Highness—"

He paused for a second, and exhaled softly: "I'm the same as you."

"Lie." Antanya clenched the handle of the gun almost subconsciously.

"Actually, I was also very surprised." The boy's voice was low and bewitching, like a dream in the middle of the night, "But..."

"My dear lady, may I invite you to dance a waltz?"

The ancient spell sounded, the gears were tightened suddenly, and the bronze key opened the dream.

In an instant, the dazzling and dazzling galaxy rushed, and the crystal-like fragments scattered all over the sky suddenly pieced together, pulling Antania into a golden splash of light and shadow.

It was a long forgotten memory.

Countless mirrors reflected brilliant lights, the silk seemed to be burning brightly, and the orchestra played gorgeous longbows in unison, like a hundred flowers blooming together.

Here is the Palace of Versailles, with every bright and dazzling day.Every round of the sun is unwilling to set, but finally disappears in the eternal night.

——That's her world.

The midnight ball has been spun out, and the air is filled with the dirges of the organ and angels.The candles on the crystal chandelier shed tears, and the light shuttled through the deep corridor, floating in the endless dark journey.

She was wearing an ivory white silk dress, wandering in this flashy but strange palace.

She knew she was dead.

It's just that she forgot who she was.

The days of being a dead soul were long and boring. She drifted around in the resplendent palace. She could pass through the walls directly, but she chose to go through the door of the living. She also figured out every secret passage in the palace.

— to pass the time.

There was only one place where she had never found an entrance, and she had heard tourists talk about it excitedly. That place was called the "Hall of Mirrors," and it seemed to be a particularly gorgeous place in the whole palace.

But she is not a very patient person, so she searched for a long time but couldn't find it, so she didn't bother to deal with it.

Day by day, year by year, and century after century, people who walked into the palace spoke different languages ​​and wore different clothes, from fluffy and gorgeous floor-length skirts to more and more slim-fitting clothes.

She also followed them and listened to the story of the palace over and over again, the story of the first owner, the second owner...the last owner.

Although there were quite a few people who walked in here, it was a pity that none of them could see her, so she could only use the most low-level methods to scare people.

Raise the curtains in a windless room, play the piano in the silent midnight, and then gently blow a breath of cool air in the ears of suspicious tourists——

"what!!!"

This is the greatest sense of accomplishment she can get.

You see, as a ghost trapped in a palace, the only entertainment is the screams of the living.

Life can be described as boring, and there is no end in sight.

——Until one day, a black-haired young man stretched out his hand to her: "My dear lady, can I invite you to dance a waltz?"

On that day, for the first time, she saw her own reflection in a pair of eyes turning stars and rivers.

The dream ended abruptly.

When Antanya woke up again, she was leaning on the small sofa by the window. The black-haired boy looked at her with raised eyebrows, and his eyes were drifting to the water glass next to him—as if he was planning to pass some very impolite words. Way to wake her up.

"So it was you." Antanya frowned and murmured in disbelief.

Nicholas blinked, evoking a smile without sincerity: "You remember."

"...Since you recognized me, why didn't you tell me before?" Antanya gritted her teeth.

"I just recognized it. To be reasonable, you don't look like you know me at all. Do I dare to mistakenly recognize Her Royal Highness?"

Nicholas spread his hands, "Besides, you are much younger now than you were then."

He gestured above his head with his hand, then lowered his hand to gesture above Antanya's head, and shook his head sympathetically.

"..." Antanya glared at him, "I'm only nine years old! I'll grow a lot taller!"

"Of course, I have great confidence in you." Nicholas nodded with a smile, "So now the two of us probably have a showdown—what are you going to do?"

Antanya glanced at him: "What do you mean?"

"You helped me escape from St. Petersburg, and in return, I can also help you escape from here." Nikolai said unhurriedly.

Antanya raised her eyes to look at him and rubbed her wrist subconsciously.

Caught off guard, she touched a warm pearl on the thin silver chain.

It was the "Angel Wings" that Caroline gave her.

She twirled the pearl with her slender fingertips, and suddenly remembered the two years after she woke up in the Palace of Versailles as a ghost.

From 1793 to 1794, the King and Queen of France had just been guillotined, along with fifteen thousand "enemies of the revolution."

There are the lawyers who defended her, the jailer's wife who mended her clothes, and the soldiers who have been commended and put their badges on by herself.

And any writer who dares to raise an iota of displeasure at the sound of madness, any official who makes the slightest mistake.All rationality was shattered by the fanatical storm, the Paris Academy of Sciences, which gathered the light of wisdom, was disbanded, and many scholars were sent to the guillotine—such as an honorary academician named Lavoisier.

There are her friends and her enemies.

That period was known as the "Reign of Terror."

Today, under the threat of Russia and Prussia, Austrian-French marriage is imperative.If she disappears into history, there will be another Austrian princess who will become the future queen of France.

That princess will probably be Caroline.

Antanya raised her hand, squinting her eyes to see that crystal baroque pearl swaying with the movement, refracting dreamy luster in the sunlight.

After a long time, she slightly raised the corners of her lips.

"During the years I wandered around the Palace of Versailles, I heard many, many stories about Queen Antoinette."

Antanya spoke slowly, with a smile in her voice, "At that time, I thought that the queen was really an idiot. If it were me, I would definitely be much better than her."

She tilted her head and smiled at Nicholas: "What do you think, Mr. Tesla?"

……

Emperor Franz and Doctor Sweeten walking in the botanical garden.

"Your Majesty, the promotion of the vaccinia vaccine has been very smooth. Now almost all children have been vaccinated. In the past two years, the child mortality rate in the city has dropped by [-]%," said Dr. Sweeten.

In the season when smallpox is raging, the efficacy of the vaccinia vaccine can be said to be immediate.

From the confusion and fear at the beginning, to the rush of almost all parents to get their children vaccinated early, it took only a few months in total.

And he himself has changed from being squeezed out by all his peers and being threatened with death every day, to a "pioneer" sought after by his peers.

"It's amazing. I didn't expect that the terrible disease that has plagued human beings for so many centuries has been solved by cattle long ago."

The emperor sighed, "If only we had found out sooner...then I wouldn't have lost several of my children."

"Think of it this way, if it weren't for His Royal Highness Antania, thousands of children would die now." Sweeten comforted, "Smallpox is still raging in many other places in the world."

Franz nodded wistfully.

"Your Majesty, I actually have another matter to report to you." Sweeten deliberately diverted the emperor's attention, "You remember that it was ordered that all the water used for making drinks and washing dishes in the palace must be boiled ?"

"Ah...it seems to be the case." Franz thought for a while.

As the emperor, he naturally would not boil the water himself, so he had long forgotten about it.

"While the change isn't as dramatic as it is with the vaccinia vaccine, I've collected enough data -- it's just as dramatic."

Sweeten said eagerly: "Although I haven't figured out what's going on... But I found that in the past two years, people in the palace had diarrhea more than [-]% less than before, exactly the same as what Nicholas said !"

"Now, the simple and easy method of boiling water has spread to the common people. According to statistics from the Medical Association, it has also shown magical effects among ordinary people."

"I have to say, that child is probably really an alchemist, and quite powerful—maybe it's because he has mastered some solidification growth spells, that's why he looks so young."

"What you said makes sense." Franz nodded. "Although he looks very young, I think he must be more than that age."

When they reached the end of the garden, the king's manservant was already waiting there and bowed to him: "Your Majesty, today is the day for your bloodletting."

The emperor would have blood drawn by a doctor once a month to maintain his body.

"Then, I will take my leave first, Your Majesty." Sweeten left Schönbrunn Palace.

He also plans to do some experiments to study the magic of boiling water.Could it be that some element in the fire has entered the water and can protect the human body?But how can those elements enter the water through the iron pot?

To his surprise, he was called back to the palace by the emperor before he arranged the experiment.

Not once, not twice, but every day—recently, the emperor took him for a walk in the royal garden every day, out of breath and non-stop.

"At first I was looking for Leo," Franz's fat body panted, "but he doesn't get tired no matter how he walks... It's better to take a walk with you, and we can chat."

Doctor Sweeton panted and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, why do you suddenly like to take a walk recently?"

The emperor was fat and didn't like to move. He seldom even participated in entertainment such as hunting.

"...Because I need to maintain my health." Franz wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Health?" Sweeten asked suspiciously, "Isn't bloodletting enough?"

"Nicolas couldn't say enough, and Antanya said the same. But it's true... Didn't I have bloodletting a few days ago? They also came at that time, and then let me see what my blood looks like."

The emperor stopped, panting for breath while patting his chest with lingering fear.

"Oh my god! There is a layer of yellow-white stuff floating on top of the red blood. That's all the fat I ate! Nicholas said that if I don't keep healthy, these floating fats will slowly attach to my blood vessels Inside, the blood vessels become narrower and narrower, and the blood flow becomes more and more difficult, and finally blocked, unable to flow into the heart...the person dies."

"...I see! Is that why obese people are more likely to die of heart disease?" Sweeten exclaimed, "This is a big discovery."

There are too few case data in the past. Although he has noticed similar similarities, more people died of various diseases such as smallpox and dysentery, so it is difficult to judge.

"I think it's better to trust him." The emperor gasped for a while while supporting his knees, and then walked forward.

"I'm even eating less cake and roast pig now than I used to... I do seem to be sleeping better though."

It may be because you are hungry and tired.Doctor Sweeten muttered in his heart.

In any case, the summer of 1764 passed in the midst of Russia, Prussia's scrutiny, and France's condescending olive branch.

Although the King of France offered an olive branch, he refused to give a letter of approval.The queen was very irritable about this, and Frederick, who was far away in Prussia, was also cursed by her many times-the queen firmly believed that monsters must be obstructing it, preventing the Austrian-French marriage from going smoothly.

The real person, Antanya, was extremely calm about this.

What should come will always come.

Better not to come.

The queen supervised her schoolwork closely, but it was easy enough for Antanya to cope with it—French reading and writing, dancing, gait, and gambling, which she had mastered in a previous life.

The years before leaving Austria were of even more precious use to her—under the guise of those courses, she needed to actually learn the things that could save her life.

Even Nicholas was amazed by the fact that the little princess had forgotten to sleep and eat: "I didn't expect you to be so diligent and hardworking... It can be seen that history can easily deceive people."

Antanya raised her head from the pile of books and gave him a cool look: "If you don't study, you will die, and you will study hard."

"Wrong." Nicholas blinked and smiled, "Even if I don't study I won't die, I will study hard—after all, as someone said, I don't seem very smart."

Antania: "..."

She silently rolled her eyes and continued to read with her head down.

……

Although this marriage could never be finalized, the people of the Habsburg family quickly got busy and began to prepare for many weddings.

The first of these was the wedding of the Queen's third son, Archduke Leopold, to Princess Maria Luisa of Spain.

The wedding was fixed for August 1765, 8.

As the wedding date approached, the whole family began to prepare to leave for Innsbruck to attend the wedding.

Everyone was brimming with joy, only Antanya watched the time go by, feeling more and more uneasy.

August 8th, the day my father died... is coming soon.

She always runs to her father when she has nothing to do.

The father did not have any doubts about the special closeness of the youngest daughter during this period, and always took her to visit the Schönbrunn Palace Botanical Garden with great interest, pointing out to her the newly introduced exotic flowers and plants.

With a month to go before the wedding, the royal family set off.

In Innsbruck, the marriage to Spain naturally meant a lively and cheerful wedding feast, and even the youngest Maximilian was allowed to drink a little wine.

Antania was so nervous that she drank a glass of champagne upside down, causing Caroline to scream in fright: "Ma'am! Come on! Antania drank a whole glass of wine!"

Antalya was severely scolded by the queen for this.

This made Caroline very sorry, but Antanya didn't listen to her apology to herself, after all, she was restless.

After August 8, the lively wedding banquet lasted for many days.

One week.

two weeks.

In this way August 8th passed like other days of celebration.

When the long celebration finally came to a successful conclusion, Antanya actually felt as if she had passed away.

Father did not die during Leopold's wedding.

He has a ruddy complexion, and every day he walks in the garden and goes hunting in the forest, and his spirit seems to be getting better and better.

Antanya looked at a golden forest in Innsbruck and touched the "Angel Wings" on her wrist.

perhaps……

From now on, she truly has the power to change history.