Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Angel Gas and Demon Gas◎

Not long after, it was the feast of the Assumption.On this day, the people of Versailles gathered in the church for high mass.

After the high mass, the gray-haired archbishop Bolfort in purple had not yet taken off the white smock on the bishop's robe, and walked in front of Louis and Antania in the eyes of everyone: "Your Highness, we I heard that the letter from the church has been submitted to the Dauphin's study, but several weeks have passed without further feedback—"

Louis shrank his neck and subconsciously glanced at Antanya.

The Archbishop was at once acutely aware of his gaze.

His expression became more severe, and his eagle-like eyes fell on Antanya: "Your Highness, maybe you know what's going on?"

At this time, the people who participated in the high mass had not yet dispersed, and everyone's eyes were cast on it.

The young people more or less had a sense of watching a theater, but those old and old-fashioned, such as Count Noaille, looked over with sharp eyes like knives.

Antanya sneered inwardly.

This is because you haven't received any reply, and you plan to put pressure on it publicly?

She smiled apologetically and nodded to the archbishop: "I'm sorry, my lord bishop, as you know, we've been very busy recently..."

The archbishop rudely interrupted her: "Three weeks ago, you said you were very busy. Two weeks ago, you said you sprained your ankle. One week ago, you said your foot was not good. It has become very busy—Your Highness, you are still too young to know that some things will only get worse if they drag on forever."

Oh, trust me, I know better than you.Antanya smiles.

The archbishop gave her a cold look: "You should remember that you are a foreigner, but also a woman. You need to obey your husband and understand your duties here—rather than abusing your power."

The gazes of the surrounding people changed subtly.

If it is said that the accusations made by the church itself against the book did not arouse the nobles’ sense of identity too much—after all, many of them also secretly followed up on this novel, and His Majesty the King himself publicly quarreled with his mistresses one after another. The face of the church - but when it comes to this, they can have a lot of discussion.

Exactly.This Austrian princess, since she got married, I'm afraid she has moved too much.

Does she still understand her responsibilities as a wife and princess?

The smile on Antanya's face remained unchanged, and her eyes glanced at the crowd around her.

People dodge when they meet her eyes, but they are still not as fast as her vision.She quickly caught the fleeting smile on the Earl of Provence's face.

In the next second, he turned his head away, as if nothing had happened.

Sure enough, it was him.Antanya thought.

Those fools raised by the Church can't think of anything like that on their own.

But she didn't care.

"You should also understand your responsibilities, my lord bishop." She smiled, "During the high mass just now, you mispronounced two words."

There was a bang in the archbishop's head, and he felt blood rushing to the top of his head.

What, wrong?Really?where is it?

How can this be?

While he was in a daze, the girl had already walked out as if no one else was there.

Louis hurriedly took steps to follow.

After walking out of Notre Dame, he asked in a low voice, "Really? What did he say wrong? I didn't hear it... But," he scratched his head embarrassedly, "I accidentally fell asleep just now."

Antanya almost laughed: "Anywhere, enough for him to find for a while. Anyway, there is still a long time before the next big festival, so just don't see him."

Only then did Louis come to his senses: "Ah, so you said it casually? Uh...Sorry, I shouldn't have looked at you with a guilty conscience just now. The Archbishop seems to be targeting you because of this..."

Antanya smiled: "Don't worry, he will probably be embarrassed by this for a long time."

She was in a good mood, because before the high mass, she had just received a message from Lavoisier inviting her to his laboratory, and it could be heard that he was very excited——"Your Highness, we found that there is a strange feeling in the air. The devil gas that kills, also has the angel gas that can sustain life!"

Antanya thought silently, she had a guess...

However, she has a lot of things to do these two days, so she has to go to see it in two days.

As a result, two days later, when she was about to leave, Louis also learned that she was going to observe the chemical experiment of "devil gas" and "angel gas".

Little Fatty's eyes lit up immediately: "Let me go together!"

……

Lavoisier and Laplace had been studying the reaction of mercury with air in the laboratory for some time.Lavoisier is relatively experienced in air chemistry experiments, and Laplace is happily helping him as an assistant while watching.

Because of Nicholas' reminder, Lavoisier replaced the completely airtight glass container with a long curved-neck glass bottle.

This step is no different from the experiments he has done several times before, except for the container.After more than ten days of heating, the silver-white metal droplets did not seem to change any more. At this time, the water reversed from the sink into the retort accounted for about one-fifth of the volume of the entire retort.

"Your Highness, I experimented with the remaining 4/5 of the air in the glass bottle. Do you know that if the glass bottle were a small world, it would be a doomsday scene in that world - the light would go out immediately inside, little white mouse And soon died of painful convulsions. It is a terrible existence that ends life!"

Louie looked closer at the glass bottle, which looked empty.He was amazed: "I really can't see it."

"You don't know how amazing this discovery is," Lavoisier rubbed his hands, "because it overthrows Stahl's phlogiston theory. According to the theory of phlogiston, phlogiston is the source of life. Through the slow combustion of mercury in the air, The combination of phlogiston in the flame and mercury should make it more alive, and it has nothing to do with the air; but my experiment proved that the 'phlogiston' in the flame did not pass through the glass bottle, because the quality inside did not change, So what reacts with mercury is the air! There are fewer components in the air that can react with it, and the rest is this devilish gas!"

"But we usually breathe air, and we all live well." Louis asked, "So, the gas that reacted with it saved our lives?"

"What you said makes sense." Lavoisier bowed slightly at him, "This is also the experiment my assistant Simon is starting to do now. We found that the red powder can turn into mercury again after heating—this may mean that , it can still spit out that kind of gas!"

On the contrary, the experimental device used in another set of experiments is very similar-the same retort is heated on the stove, the mouth of the bottle is immersed in the sink, but a measuring cup filled with water is buckled on the top of the bottle mouth.

"This is the water drainage method." Laplace shyly introduced to the crown prince and his wife.

Just like when mercury is heated, when the powder produced by the reaction of mercury and air is heated, the mass of the whole glass bottle does not change, which makes the two people go one step further in the proof of mass conservation.

However, what excites them even more is that during the reaction to regenerate mercury, the gas is really spit out again!

"Look." Laplace lit a match, quickly lifted the lid of an empty glass jar, and threw the match into it—the match lit up with a whoosh, and suddenly burst into an extremely bright flame.

"I also found that mice lived longer in airtight glass jars of this gas than in glass jars of normal air. This led us to guess that it might be some very good gas, but, of course, We still need to be more cautious, and we cannot easily use people to try..."

"Oh, can I try it?" Antanya asked.

"You? This..." Apras looked at Lavoisier for help, "Is this a bit too dangerous?"

"Don't worry, I can assure you." Antanya laughed.Seeing the expressions of the two looking at each other, she added firmly: "Nicholas said it's okay."

"...Oh!" The two breathed a sigh of relief immediately, "Then there's no problem!"

Antanya took a glass jar, lifted the lid and sniffed it—well, I was a little disappointed, it didn't feel refreshed as she imagined.

"Can I smell it?" Louis looked at her eagerly.

Antanya handed him the jar graciously.

The little chubby leaned over and took a deep breath—"Ah, I feel good all over!"

Antanya doubted: "Really?"

"Really!" Louis nodded sharply.

"We tried to pair these generated gases together, and found that the mixed gas and air had exactly the same properties in various experiments!" Lavoisier proudly declared.

"So, I think we can already say that the phlogiston theory is wrong! It is the air that reacts with the mercury, and the two parts in it are life-sustaining and life-terminating. Accordingly, I intend to separate them. Named Oxygen and Nitrogen."*

"Oxygen and nitrogen? ... Oh, wait a minute!"

Louis suddenly thought of something, "I have a bold idea... you know? When calcining metal, the metal under high temperature is always, always easy to rust. This always affects the effect of welding, so it needs to go up Just sprinkle sand... If you remove the oxygen, won't the welded metal not rust?"

Lavoisier thought for a few seconds, "We haven't experimented, so we dare not confirm this."

Seeing the prince's annoyed expression, he quickly comforted him: "However, Your Highness, we think this is very likely to succeed."

……

When the two left the lab contentedly, everything seemed perfectly normal.

However, when they were about to board the carriage and return to the Palace of Versailles, they met Henriette who had rushed over beside the carriage.

"Your Highness!" She hardly cared about being polite, and hurriedly bowed to the prince and pulled Antania aside, "The church organized believers to protest near the Royal Garden, asking you to give them an explanation and publicly punish the "Rhine" Gazette and Herr Goethe!"

Henriette was actually very anxious.As a maid, she doesn't need to stay in the Palace of Versailles all the time. In the past two days, she returned to her home in Paris to rest-as a result, she saw this huge protest.

"How dare Werther commit suicide!"

"The author dared to write him to death!"

"Traitor against God! Reckless man to hell!"

The author says:

Throw a chemical equation involved, thermal decomposition □□: 2HgO=△=2Hg+O2↑

The name oxygen means "sour element", and the Latin etymology of nitrogen means "not capable of sustaining life".