Versailles is worse than being queen

◎God, what happened in Versailles? ◎

In the chapel of Schönbrunn Palace in Austria, Queen Theresa knelt beside the confessional, praying with her head bowed and crying.

"May God forgive me... I have no other choice for the future of my country."

She bowed her head and prayed silently for a long time, then wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and stood up.

"Your Majesty." Prime Minister Kaunitz supported her.

The queen gave him a questioning look with still teary eyes.

The Prime Minister nodded and took out a letter: "A letter from Ambassador Melsey."

"The king of France has promised not to meddle in Polish affairs."

The queen let out a long breath, "God bless."

Anyway... that big piece of land has been saved.

At the same time, in the Charlottenburg Palace in Berlin, King Frederick of Prussia sat by the window and took a sip of a large cup of Bavarian Royal Beer brewed exclusively from barley, hops and spring water.

"Hasn't the news from France arrived yet?" He knocked on the window lattice boredly.

"According to the time, it should be soon." The Secretary of State replied.

"I heard that the little girl and her ignorant little husband are quite harmonious. Unfortunately, the French mistress probably feels that her status is threatened, and I don't know if she will blow some pillow talk with Louis XV."

Frederick sneered, "Why is Teresia still the same as she was when she was young, so cute and silly. She thought that everything would be fine if she married a princess. France is not so easy to fool."

His eyes fell on the edge of the window, and he paused for a moment.

I don't know when, a thin corrugated grass grew out of the brick gap between the window glass and the window sill.

"What a tenacious little grass." He half-closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and fiddled with the blades of grass.

The slender green was fragile under his thick fingers.

The next moment, with a slight movement of his fingers, he pulled out the weed and ground it into green juice.

He turned his head and smiled at the Minister of State: "Look, does this grass look like the current Poland-Lithuania? It is sandwiched between Austria and Russia, and it is in danger...and I can grind it into mud as soon as I stretch out my hand. "

The Minister of State laughed twice very appreciatively.

Frederick threw the crushed valengs out of the window, and then laughed as if he suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of which, Ekaterina and I, we are two old bandits, but Trey How should Xia, a humble woman, explain this to her confessor?"*

"Your Majesty, Count Handel has a letter from Paris." The attendant knocked on the door.

The Secretary of State rose at once, and opened the letter while the King watched.

"Your Majesty, the King of France has written back to Queen Theresa. Handel believes that he should have acquiesced."

"Oh?" Frederick raised his head, "That's really surprising."

There may be something going on in the French court that he doesn't know about - but then again, he doesn't have much interest in knowing about the promiscuous|rotten court, and he is not those pretentious and actually stupid Louises in France.

But in any case, France's acquiescence is also a good thing for Prussia.

So far, his solution of inserting Prussian forces between the confronting Russia and Austria had cleared the last obstacle and could be implemented.

"Tsk, Teresia is going to cry again." He shook his head and laughed, "She cried—but she also got her share of the land."*

The Secretary of State was silent for a few seconds.

Frederick noticed the silence and looked at him with a smile: "Do you think I'm too cruel?"

The Minister of State immediately lowered his head in horror: "What are you talking about! You are the greatest monarch in Prussian history..."

"Okay, okay," Frederick waved his hand impatiently, "you don't have to tell me such nonsense. I still know what kind of person I am. Although people have a stupid saying that the king Created on the basis of God..."

The king looked away and smiled casually, "But if God is really as good as me, then I'm really sorry for him."*

……

"Oh, my God." Antanya was dazzled by a large box full of dazzling diamonds and gold coins.

On the second day of the ball salon, this large box was delivered to her room, full of jewels and gold--the bottom was tightly stuffed with gold bars and coins, and the top were shining large and small diamonds.

Reaching in and looking through, emeralds, opals, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds surged in the box like brilliant and dazzling waves.

Unlike the small box of jewelry last time, these are probably unprocessed precious stones.

Even if she was the queen of France in her previous life, she rarely saw so many precious gemstones at once—otherwise, she would not have sighed "this necklace and a as expensive as a warship," and rejected it.

Although the jewels presented by the king are usually kept by the steward of the palace, and she cannot give or sell them at will, but these jewels belong to her in name after all!

Antanya is in a good mood.

It seems that her guess last time was not wrong - His Majesty the King of France is really generous when it comes to mistresses.

She felt more and more that Madame du Barry was actually quite lovely.

"Your Highness! Ahhh!" Henriette almost screamed as soon as he entered the room, "It's so beautiful! Are these gems given to you by the king? They can make a lot of jewelry for you!"

Antanya smiled and pulled her to sit down: "I can also give you a lot."

Henriette stuck out his tongue: "I don't dare to use it casually."

Antanya glanced at her again, and found that the girl's eyes were full of shiny jewels and gold coins, and she completely forgot about business, so she coughed lightly: "Lily, the newspaper."

"Oh!" Henriette suddenly came back to his senses, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes! It has been printed."

She took out the newspaper with a smile: "The sales of a dance last night caught up with the sales of the previous month! Your Highness, you are really a genius—of course I am also a sales genius!"

Antanya couldn't help laughing.That’s true, she felt embarrassed even taking out a newspaper, and Henriette could not only write the editor’s note herself, and write the handed down works of great writers like the vulgar stories secretly sold by street vendors in Paris, but also use More exaggerated performances than theatrical actors are openly peddled—

It is a rare talent to perfectly make up for her shortcomings.

Thinking of this, Antanya opened the newspaper, glanced at it, and nodded with satisfaction: "That's good."

Doing the math, she is probably already familiar with Versailles, the people here should be used to her existence, it is time to be attracted by these new things——

"In two days, I will go back to Paris by secret passage with you."

It was a secret passage known to no more than five people in the entire palace, and it took her many years to find it in her previous life—in this life, she didn't have to wear a mask to sneak to Paris where everyone actually knew.

"Your Highness, your breakfast." The maid brought croissants and coffee.

In the bakery of the small annex of the Palace of Versailles, the pastry chef patted the flour on his body, and intoxicatedly inhaled the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread in the air.

He smelled money.

At the dance salon last night, the two new breads were really popular as he expected.

The cooks he sent to the costume dinner were all his apprentices, and they didn't know the bread recipe at all.

According to past experience, those nobles who got up late on the second day of the ball should have sent their servants to ask him for the recipe...Of course, it was probably because the guests danced too happily last night and the ball ended too late , so no one has come to him for the time being.

If you want to ask for the recipe, you can't come empty-handed.

The more the pastry chef thought about it, the more beautiful he became, he couldn't help twisting his waist, which couldn't be seen on his body, and turned around——

Turning his head around, he saw several apprentices huddling together with their buttocks outward, muttering in the corner and discussing something.

The pastry chef is in a better mood now, and his attitude towards these apprentices who are dishonest all day long is also much better: "Little bastards! If you don't work hard, what are you looking at?"

"Hiss!" Seeing him approaching, several young people rushed away.

"What are you doing!" The pastry chef realized something was wrong, and immediately shouted in the air of a chef: "Stop!"

The little bastards trembled, and subconsciously hesitated.

He immediately chased after him with a dexterity that didn't match his stocky body, and immediately caught the little bastard holding a newspaper, and pulled the newspaper in his hand—"Show me!"

"Tear—" The newspaper was torn in two.

"Ah, sir! That's my newspaper!" The young man whose newspaper was torn was angry.

The pastry chef didn't listen to him at all, the half he squeezed in his hand was enough to make the pastry chef stare.

"What?!" The tip of his nose was about to pierce the newspaper.what did he see

"The latest royal gourmet wave - yes, you read that right, just flour, water, yeast and salt!"

Under the specially enlarged and bold title, there are the raw materials, recipes and even the production steps of baguettes and croissants!

"Today is the fifth anniversary of the founding of the Rheinische Zeitung. For this reason, the newspaper specially purchased the bread recipe that has just become popular in the palace from the senior intelligence correspondent of the Palace of Versailles to give back to the readers!"

The pastry chef couldn't catch his breath and almost passed out.

who is it? !Who actually provided the recipe for the bread to the Rheinische Zeitung?

Wait, speaking of it, he is actually not the only person who has handled the bread recipe... Since the recipe was brought by the princess, it must have passed through at least one of her personal maids, a Hands of the caterer and a bakery boy.

It's just that the bakery guy probably didn't have a chance to read the contents of the recipe, and couldn't understand it.Could it be the first two?

But it stands to reason that Her Majesty's personal maids and food stewards usually never look down on such things as recipes. They have more authority and will not compete with him.

So, who is it?

Did someone sneak a peek at the recipe?Damn it!How could he come up with the idea of ​​selling the formula to newspapers!

This newspaper is also inexplicable, how can there be a newspaper that publishes bread recipes!

The more the pastry chef thought about it, the more he regretted it.Look, the "Rheinische Zeitung" says it was specially purchased, but it's printed in black and white!

The nasty guy who sold them the news should have made a lot of money, right?

The pastry chef thought bitterly, next time, what recipe he gets next time, he must immediately ask the Rheinische Zeitung if he wants to buy it!

"Sir, please give me back my newspaper." The pastry chef was sulking, and the guy who had just snatched the newspaper from him just snatched it back.

"You tore all my newspapers! The back of this one happens to be the waltz's action breakdown!"

The apprentice felt distressed, "I heard that people began to dance a new dance called 'Waltz' last night. I have no chance to see it with my own eyes, so I hope to learn it from the newspaper!"

The pastry chef was worrying, and snorted impatiently: "Scrooge. How much is a newspaper? Just buy another one!"

"You put it simply!" The apprentice was about to jump in anger, "The price of the newspaper is cheap, but it was sold out early in the morning. My brother borrowed this copy from Mrs. Prince Lamballe in the guards! It was actually torn, how can I pay it back?"

The pastry chef almost doubted his ears.

A newspaper not only published bread recipes but diagrams of dance moves - and most importantly, it was sold out at Versailles!

God, he just slept through the night.What happened at Versailles?

The author says:

Newspaper: I have endured too much pressure QAQ