Versailles is worse than being queen

◎A crown prince who does not want to be a king is not a good locksmith◎

Scotland, University of Glasgow campus.

The wind blowing from the Atlantic swept over the lush green grass, blowing the chains of laburnums hanging from the golden chain tree, making this golden waterfall shine like satin, and a thick layer of laburnum was spread on the ground. golden falling flowers.

Hurrying footsteps sounded, and a few deep footprints were made on the soft fallen flowers.

"Thank you for your report," said the man with his messy blond shoulder-length hair, his vest was wrinkled, and there were black stains from a few drops of engine oil. "If it's true, it would be abominable!"

He has worked so hard to study the steam engine for so many years, and he must not allow others to take away the complete patent he deserves!

"That's not right!" The French scholar was filled with righteous indignation, "Mr. Watt, we are also very angry about this! You are willing to go to Paris to catch that shameless guy yourself. It is very satisfying."

"That's your right." Another French scholar with a silver wig and a feminine appearance said with a smile.

Several people hurried through the woods and lawns of the campus, and saw a gray-haired man about 50 years old, with a dark coat hanging down to his knees.

He stood there on crutches, as if waiting for them.

Watt hurriedly stopped, took off his hat and saluted: "Professor Smith."

"Mr. Watt, I heard that you are going to Paris?" The old professor smiled kindly.

"Oh, yes. I'll be leaving in a few days...how can I help you?"

"My old friend François said he felt his health was going from bad to worse and wished he could see me again. I also feel old and I need to see friends more while I can move around... He lives in Vail Na, going there will also pass through Paris, I just happened to visit other old friends-wonder if we can go together?"

"Oh, of course! Of course you can." Watt said in surprise, "It is a great honor for me to be a member of the Royal Society."

……

Palace of Versailles, bedroom of the Dauphine.

On the ceiling is the golden sky painted by the painter Boucher, and a low golden railing surrounds the bed.There's a crack in it - all the royal children are born in this bed, and the nobles watch the whole time.

Despite the obstruction of the railing, when the youngest sister of Dauphin Louis, Elizabeth, was born, the railing was cracked because of the crowd pushing forward desperately.

"Your Highness, the news censor said that this news cannot be published."

Antanya looked at the report on the table: "This summer's bumper harvest has caused the price of flour to plummet, and farmers in northern and eastern France are in trouble. Many farmers have to give up harvesting because the income from selling wheat cannot cover transportation costs. of wheat rotting in the ground."

It was the first non-reprinted report from outside Paris written by the Rheinische Zeitung—by a newly recruited field correspondent.

"The censor said that the grain harvest can be recorded, but the second half can't - because it has nothing to do with the 'glory of the king'." Henriette said angrily, "What should I do?"

She was probably really angry, and wandered around the room ramblingly: "You don't know, that inspector is very arrogant, and he said to me contemptuously, 'You are a girl, why do you do such a thing as a correspondent', It really pissed me off! Why can't girls be correspondents?"

"Don't pay attention to him, you don't receive his salary." Antanya reassured, "His vision limits his knowledge, that's his sorrow, not yours."

She stuffed the report into a thick folder, got up and went out: "Please tell the editors, find another report to fill in first. I will think of a way, but if this one really can't be published, forget it." .”

Anyway, the greatest value of this report is to observe and pass it on to her.As for the freedom of the press-you can eat bread by mouthful, this is not the time to openly oppose the royal order.

Antania sent someone to find Louis, but was told that His Royal Highness is now in the steam engine research workshop.

So she went straight to Nikolai's place.

When she arrived, two teenagers, one tall and one short, were discussing at the big wooden table, as if they were standing together with baguettes and buns.

"...When the current passes through the air, it will produce cremation, which is the arc of gas discharge...It can generate a lot of heat in an instant. The electrode must be grounded, otherwise accidents may occur." Nicholas said.

Louie tried to get a closer look.

"Be careful! Electricity is a very dangerous thing. Don't touch it casually. If something happens to you, I won't be able to keep my head."

"Is it really that dangerous?" Louis wondered, "It looks very light and beautiful."

Nicholas thought for a while, fiddled with the instrument next to him, and picked up a metal rod connected to a wire: "Touch it?"

Louis was eager to try: "Is it really possible?"

Nicholas nodded encouragingly.

So, Louis touched—"Aww!"

Before he could react, an indescribable tingling sensation hit his fingertips, and his hair exploded in an instant.

"Okay, now you should know that you really can't move around?" Nicholas turned off the switch, and patted the little chubby on the shoulder.

Louis rubbed his hands in a daze, then scratched his head again: "Ah... I do know. This taste is really uncomfortable."

Antanya couldn't stand it anymore.

She knocked on the door and walked in at the same time: "Nicholas, how could you take him to do such a dangerous thing?"

The two teenagers turned around abruptly.

Louis subconsciously hid his hands behind his back: "Ah, Antoinette! Why are you here?"

"I went to your house to look for you, and Earl Nova said you were here. Fortunately, I am here." She glanced at Nicholas coolly, "If it's later, I'm afraid I'm not going to God to look for you. "

Nicholas raised his eyebrows: You have no confidence in me?

Antanya pretended not to see it.

Louie stammered, "Well, no, no, Nicholas is very careful. He won't let me touch his instruments until now..." He hummed softly.

"Nicholas? Why are you so stingy?" Antanya really gave him another look.

Nicola: "..."

He picked up the hat hanging on the wall: "You talk, I'll go and see the pigeons in the garden."

Louis immediately looked at him in horror - we are good partners side by side, how can you leave me behind at this time!

Nicholas pretended not to see, and walked away very coolly.

Only the chubby little boy who knew he was wrong and shrank his neck and dared not make a sound was left in the room.

In the era when the Palace of Versailles was first powered on, Antania had seen a fire caused by an electric shock accident caused by improper operation.It was a disaster, and it left a psychological shadow on her.

If something happened to Louie, all her plans would be over.

Think about it, the majestic king of a country died of electric shock!

She doesn't want to change history in this way.

However, when Antanya looked at the little chubby who was carefully flattering her, she really couldn't say those reprimands.

she sighed.Forget it, the child couldn't understand her worry.

"Louis, I've already said several times, you shouldn't be too busy during this time? Then why don't we go to Paris Weifu for a private visit tomorrow."

"Ah...why?" Louis asked reluctantly.

Antanya rubbed her forehead, "You live in the Palace of Versailles, but the country you are going to rule is much bigger than this - not to mention farther away, it is in the city of Paris, do you know how much flour costs? Pounds? Do you know what the unemployment rate is in Paris? Where is the safest place, where is the worst, and why?"

Louie plucked his fingers hard, but didn't speak.

Antania said patiently: "Louis, you have to know what kind of life the people are living, not through the documents submitted by the ministers, but through your own eyes. Everyone can't help but pursue their own interests, and it's in the ministers' interest to always let you see the good - so you don't see the real world at all here."

Little Fatty pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time before he said pitifully: "Okay, I know what you said makes sense. Then... can it be done after a while? I want to study electric welding with Nicholas..."

Antanya looked at him helplessly and shook her head slightly: "Louis, you are the crown prince of this country and will become the king in the future. It is not impossible to have your own hobbies, but you must always remember that you have your own interests. should bear the responsibility."

The corner of Louis' mouth curled down, as if struggling for a while.

"But in fact," Louis' voice became softer, and he began to tug at the hem of his jacket again, "in fact, I would rather not be the crown prince."

"You..." Antanya didn't know what to say for a while.

Although he really didn't want to be - she knew this in her previous life.But is this a question of whether you want to or not?

Before Antalya could think of a word of persuasion, Louis suddenly raised his head and said to her as if mustering up his courage: "Antoinette, I have never said this to anyone, but I am honest with you today. —I hate it here!"

Antanya froze.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not blaming you! I'm actually very grateful to you. It's only after you came that this place has changed... But I still have to say, I'm very sad."

Louis' breathing became more and more rapid: "Do you know why I like to study locks? Because no matter how complicated and delicate a lock is, it can be cracked in the end. But these things in the palace, these things in the country, I always can't think about it." Understood. I am not a natural monarch like my grandfather and the Sun King, I do not have their talent and desire for power! Nor can I be content with these hypocritical and boring etiquette in the palace!"

"Before you came here, I didn't realize it, I just subconsciously played with locks all day, or went hunting... But now I finally understand, I was running away, in fact, I just hate the hypocrisy here, hate Things I had to do!"

Louis let out a long breath: "Probably only after encountering something that one really loves, can one understand how unbearable life without it is."

After he finished speaking, Antanya didn't speak for a long time.

Even with the more than 20 years in her previous life, she had never seen such an emotional outburst of Louis, and heard him utter such a long paragraph in one breath.

Even if it was a life-and-death mobilization speech after the outbreak of the Great Revolution, he couldn't hold on, and fled after saying a few words; even if it was a farewell before the court that judged his future fate and was about to go to the guillotine, his expression was numb, and his emotions never changed. Not so intense.

She had never seen Louis like this.

The silence spread and deepened amidst his violent breathing, and Louis sighed dejectedly, the courage that erupted just now seemed to disappear in an instant.

Although he couldn't help but say it, he also knew that it was embarrassing - listen, a crown prince who doesn't want to be a king!

Louis hangs his head dejectedly, feeling ashamed—until Antanya reaches out and strokes his hair lightly.

"Okay... don't worry, I'm here."

The author says:

Surprise!

I don’t think it worked like that before, every time I get off work after ten o’clock to update the speed of life and death before zero o’clock... I decided to change my strategy in the future, and update tomorrow’s update in the early hours of tonight!