Versailles is worse than being queen

◎It’s just a ruthless assist◎

When she first married in France in her previous life, Antanya often felt that she was out of place with the Palace of Versailles.

Here, etiquette stipulates how many layers of clothes she wears, how she walks, that people watch her when she wakes up, washes, changes clothes, and eats, and stipulates who will pass her underwear and who will take it off for her when she takes a bath. hair, who wipes her body, prescribes all the most useless things human beings can think of—

Once she had so much fun with the guard's children that the ribbons from her head fell down, and the Countess Noailles screamed when she saw her, so frightened that Antanya almost thought that it was not the ribbons that fell, but the ribbons. her panties.

Another example is the rule that a woman of low status cannot speak to a woman of high status first.

It's unbelievable that everyone has two eyes and one mouth, and they don't even care about speaking.

But for the people of Versailles, this seems to be an instinct that is integrated into the flesh and blood, and it is an irreversible golden rule.

If you lose the rules, how decent is it!

Therefore, when Mrs. Dubali spoke to the princess lawlessly, everyone was so shocked that they lost their voice for a moment.

"Wow--" I don't know whose coffee was spilled, and the three older princesses turned their heads in shock at the same time.

The Countess Noaille, who was closest to Antalya, had already swooped over in an exaggerated posture of a hen guarding her chicks, as if Madame Dubarry was the eagle who only wanted to take her chicks.

Her face was deformed because of being too excited: "Du..."

"Well, it's mine." Antanya answered Madame Dubarry's question before her.

In an instant, Countess Noaille's mouth opened into an exaggerated "O" shape, and then her hands collapsed to cover her face.

Looking at her grief-stricken expression, she thought that what Antanya just admitted was an illegitimate child.

Not only the Countess of Noailles, but the expressions of the surrounding audience all collapsed - as if they saw a huge watermelon, but when they were cut open, they found that the flesh was only the size of a fist.

what happened? !

This shameless mistress did such a rebellious thing, yet Her Royal Highness, who occupies the moral high ground, didn't react at all!

Not a native Frenchman... I don't know enough about Versailles etiquette after all.She won't be as stupid as some people say, she still doesn't know who Madame Dubarry is, right?

Antanya touched her bracelet without changing her expression: "My sister Caroline gave it to me, about six or seven years ago-this is my lucky bracelet."

Madame Dubarry also didn't look at the people around her, but looked her up and down several times with disbelieving eyes, and then took a deep breath.

"I sincerely hope...you will always be the luckiest princess in the world."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the people around, even Antanya was taken aback for a moment.

She was getting goosebumps—she wasn't used to Madame du Barry talking to her so grossly.

Madame Dubarry taunted her eccentrically at the king's pillow and in the court, while she walked proudly in front of Madame Dubarry, treating her as air, which was the normal way they got along in their previous lives!

Interrupted by such an episode, when the dance continued and Antanya sat down at the card table by the dance floor, the evening seemed a little too magical.

At this time, the most dazzling woman on the dance floor has become Madame Du Barry.

After the scene that baffled everyone just now, she entered the dance floor.

It was as if some kind of taboo had been lifted. Those people who were afraid of her and dared not leave the stage also began to try this cheerful dance.

Get into position, throw your head up, and start twirling—the joy of dancing is as simple as that.

Antalya watched for a while Madame Dubally dancing.

It has to be said that it is not without reason that she can firmly grasp the king's heart-her figure is plump and bumpy, and has a completely different mature charm from the thin body of a girl like Antania.

When she twirls on the dance floor, her breasts and buttocks are full of flirtatious temptation.

"It was the first time I came to Versailles in the 18th century," said a laughing voice beside her, as Nicola sat on the other side of the card table with a china plate of bread and salad.

"The croissants, the baguettes, and the gorgeous decoration—finally see the authentic French style."

"I brought the bread recipes from Vienna." Antanya reached out and took the last piece of baguette from his plate, "In those years, the French called the little Trijanon I dressed up like this 'Little Austria'."

She took a bite of the bread and looked at him defiantly with raised eyebrows.

Nicola: "..."

I'm sorry, he'd better eat honestly.

"Your Highness, do you want to play cards together?" A gentle voice sounded, and Mrs. Prince Lamballe sat at the same table with a smile.

"Okay." Antanya raised her head, with an angelic sweet and friendly smile on her face.

Afterwards, when the prince's wife turned her head to get the chips, she immediately gave Nicholas a warning look.

Don't beat her.She mouthed.

Nikolai shrugged.

This is how the three-person game started.

Princess Lamballe is the daughter of Prince Louis Victor of Carignano and Princess Christian of Hesse-Rothenburg.

She was only twenty-one years old, but her husband had been dead for three years—leaving her Rambouillet and several other castles, making her a rather noble and wealthy widow in the French royal family at a young age.

Nicholas was physically threatened and could not win; Antanya wanted to quickly gain the favor of the prince's wife and wanted her to win; the prince's wife thought that she was probably the richest and richest of the three at the table. The one who has no place to spend money wants the other two to win out of good intentions.

As a result, the players played their cards more and more slowly, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Prince Louis, who woke up at some point, came over with a plate of sliced ​​half roast chicken. After looking at it for a few moments, he blurted out: "Hey, don't you three know how to play cards?"

Nicholas and Antonia Zizi were silent.

Mrs. Prince... Mrs. Prince thought very guiltyly, although none of the three of them were French, she was the first one to come to France after all. Did she bully others too much?

I really didn't expect that the feeling of being unable to lose money even if you want to lose it is so uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the little prince himself is not interested in playing cards, he just walked here while eating and shopping.

He shook the fork in his hand at Antanya: "Aren't you hungry? The Duke of Lavorgweng said that if you always eat this little, you will starve to death sooner or later."

"Oh, please thank Duke Lavorgón for your care." Antanya raised the corner of her mouth. "It's very late. I'll have an upset stomach after eating too much now."

"Oh, is that so?" Louie said in surprise. "That's why I often feel sick to my stomach... I have a supper every night before going to bed. The doctor never said that."

Madame Lamballe could not help but cough slightly.

"Your Highness, there is freshly cut barbecue over there." The Duke of Lavegouon hurried over at this moment and pulled the little prince away. "And your favorite mushroom sauce with fried quail."

Louis gulped.

As he followed the Duke to the long barbecue table, he struggled with his fragrant imagination: "Mr. Duke, that, maybe... Maybe I shouldn't eat so much at this point."

"What!" said the duke in shock. "Why do you think so? You are the Dauphin of France, and you can eat whenever you like."

He suddenly remembered something, and glanced behind him, "Did the princess not let you eat?"

The Duke's tone immediately became gritted, "How dare that Austrian woman! You are the eldest grandson of His Majesty the King, and she is only the youngest daughter of the Queen of Austria!"

"Mr. Duke!" Louis was a little unhappy, "No. She just told me that my frequent stomach discomfort may be due to eating before going to bed. I think it's okay to try it."

"And...and she never said anything bad about you." Louie said with his head down. "I think she's a nice person. Why don't you always like her?"

He dropped this sentence and left without looking back.

The Duke of La Vogueon stood there dumbfounded—oh my God!What kind of spell did that little Austrian girl put on the prince to coax him into obeying?

She doesn't have the charming style of Madame Du Barry, and he knows the prince very well, he is still a little boy who is not enlightened in love| affairs, definitely not because he fell in love with her!

So... Could it be because the princess performed some evil witchcraft on the prince?

Duke Lavorgón's expression suddenly tightened.

Although the century of the witch is over, there are still occasional diabolical tricks haunting Versailles.If it were someone else, he might not care; but this is a big matter concerning the French heir, and it must not be ignored!

……

"It seems that this is the first time I see you at a ball not organized by the royal family, Your Highness." Mrs. Prince Lamballe smiled.

"After all, I haven't been here for long." Antanya took her hand affectionately, "However, Louise, I feel very kind when I see you, like an old friend of mine..."

"Pfft." Nicholas was choked, covered his mouth and coughed.

"...friend..." Antanya glared at him.

Then forget what to say.

Antania: "..."

"Mr. Tesla, are you okay?" Madame Lamballe looked over worriedly, and called the servant again: "Sir, please bring him another glass of water."

"He's fine, you don't have to worry about him, Louise." Antanya couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the prince's wife to stand up. "Let's sit by the window!"

It cannot be delayed any longer.She can't forget another important task that she came here for.

For some reason, she always felt that it was a bit embarrassing to do that in front of Nicholas, and it was better to stay away from him.

As she walked, she looked around as reservedly as possible, looking for Henriette——

If you don't come, your boss's advertisement will be aborted.

Fortunately, my dear Miss Correspondent was indeed very clever. As soon as I turned around, I took a newspaper and handed it to her: "Your Highness, today's newspaper."

Antanya gave her an approving look.

Very good, next time raise.

Seeing that Antania seemed to really start to read the newspaper, although Mrs. Prince Lamballe was a little strange for a while, her well-bred and gentle personality made her sit quietly aside without asking.

She lives by herself most of the time and is very patient.

Antanya quickly finished reading this side of the newspaper, and then turned to the back.

Madame Lamballe still sat quietly.

Antanya turned the newspaper back to the front again, frowning slightly.

unwise.

She was too excited to see her friend, she should have thought of how gentle and quiet this close friend is...

"Your Highness, do you like to read newspapers at night?" A voice suddenly sounded above her head.

Many people were tired from dancing and rested nearby.After hearing this sentence, they all turned their heads curiously—the princess actually read the newspaper at the ball?That was a bit of a bummer.

No, I just like to read the papers tonight at a dance full of people.

This thought flashed through Antanya's mind for a moment, and then she looked up.

The boy's black eyes reflected the brilliant candlelight on the ceiling, and his smile flowed like starlight.

"I don't know what is written in the newspaper that Her Royal Highness the Princess will read at the ball if she is not dancing?"

The author says:

Nicola: Please pay the childcare fee, thank you.

It seems that You Baozi doesn't quite understand why Mrs. Dubali is so powerful, maybe it can be compared to the favorite concubine who is the sixth palace? (And the king doesn't have a sixth house yet)