Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Your eyes are dangerous◎

No one knows how the news published by the Rheinische Zeitung passed the review of the royal press censor.

Like no one knows how its correspondent got so much insider information - look, what big man said what, where, everything is written so vividly and vividly, as if the correspondent is hiding under his bed Like!

But this is not important.

The important thing is that the "Rheinische Zeitung" not only knew about it, but also wrote the news and sent it out - all the literate residents of the city of Paris saw it!

Of course, it is impossible for the priests of the Catholic Church to buy the Rheinische Zeitung, which has been publicly condemned by the Church.Although many of them have been subscribing to "The Sorrows of Young Werther" before, after the church publicly condemned them, they couldn't help but secretly buy newspapers - after all, other newspapers are too boring, except to show their identity Besides, it is useless for any purpose, and it is not strong enough to wrap bread.

But after the church publicly condemned them, these priests had no choice but to find servants to buy them secretly at night, so as not to let other colleagues know that they were reading this newspaper.

Thus, the most paradoxical part of this matter appeared—it was precisely the person described in the news was the last one to know about it.

On that day, Archbishop Bolfort presided over the Mass as usual, and everything was as usual.

But when the first game was over and the second game was about to start, he found that the way people looked at him seemed... changed.

It's hard to describe that look, but he felt as if something was dirty on him, or his collar was torn apart.Once this kind of thought arises, it is difficult to get rid of it. Borfort leaves the altar like a thorn behind his back, wanting to go to the room to see what is wrong with him.

At this moment, a curious little girl turned her head to look at him, then blinked ignorantly, and asked her mother, "Mom, what does 'child molestation' mean?"

With a bang, almost all the blood in Borfort's body exploded on the top of his bald head.

……

"My dear Antoinette, someone is going to catch your man."

"Love you Jeanne"

Antanya couldn't help laughing at the note that Mrs. Dubali quietly handed her.This piece of paper is white and exquisite, and it also has a faint scent of rose fragrance. This kind of extravagance is Madame Dubarry's usual style.

She picked up the note with two fingers, put it on the candle and burned it.

Are you going to catch someone...then catch it.

This August of 1770, both Paris and Versailles were in full swing.

Readers of the Rheinische Zeitung, who had a little knowledge of French high society, sighed deeply. Although the Rheinische Zeitung seemed to be able to do whatever it wanted in publishing news before, it was obviously going too far this time.

Most members of the church were themselves members of high society - they certainly could not stand such humiliation.

"Fake news! Rumors! Slander! The Rheinische Zeitung has violated our supreme values ​​and beliefs," said the bishops. "This is an absolutely unforgivable crime. They all deserve hell! No, we cannot wait until they go to hell— —The more evil this kind of evil exists in the world, the more sinful it will be!"

On the third day after the Rheinische Zeitung reported on the church scandal, a heavily armed search party arrived at the gates of the Rheinische Zeitung newspaper in the city of Paris.

However, to their surprise, the two houses were empty, and an exaggerated poster was pasted on the door: "The boss ran away with the money, and the shop is rented out cheaply! Near the Royal Garden, in a prime location, there is an endless stream of admirers." Absolutely—I guarantee you, you won't find a better section of the shop!"

Holding swords and sticks, the search team is ready to forcefully suppress if they encounter resistance: "..."

They followed the address left on the advertisement, only to find that the owner here was... His Majesty the King.

The King bought it years ago - for his mistress.The brothel upstairs also closed down and was leased to a bookstore.

As for who rented it to?

Please, how could His Majesty the King know about such a trivial matter.

When the church learned of this, it was so angry that it published several murderous articles in the "French Times", "The Sun" and "The Courier", and publicly shouted to the "Rheinische Zeitung"——

"Rats hiding in gutters! Toads stuffed with sausages! Pickled fish from the north! Stewed plums! There's slander, but there's no way to face arrest?"

——But the church has to face, at least they have learned to contribute anonymously.

The answer was silence.

Of course, many people were thinking, even if the "Rheinische Zeitung" secretly wrote a response to these newspapers, would they dare to publish it?

However, the searchers of the church may have overlooked the language floating in the air——

A ballad began to circulate in the streets and alleys.

"They wore robes as black as ravens,

Above it was a burqa that was as pale as the eyes of a dead fish.

As for what's under that robe?

Shh, if you see it,

The devil will gouge out your eyes! "

Parisians are very fond of this kind of easy-to-understand jokes.

Devout Christians will of course be very upset when they hear this song, but most people already know about the German Reformation, and if they don’t recognize it, they at least understand that “the church is not necessarily equal to God”.

By the time this incident was found out, a week had passed.

By this time, the public interest in the matter had pretty much been exhausted—whether it was a moralist who indignantly cursed the Rheinische Zeitung for slandering the faith, or a fencer who secretly thought, "Maybe it's true?" They've all started looking elsewhere.

After all, there is always something new in the city of Paris.

—For example, although the "Rheinische Zeitung" has been publicly seized, various printed and designed "Rheinische Zeitung" has been circulated in the streets and alleys of the city of Paris.

Most of these "Rheinische Zeitung" were poorly printed and shoddy in content. About 49 out of [-] copies were counterfeit.

But people do find a secret pleasure in it—see, newspapers can't survive, so we can secretly let it survive!

"Your Highness! Many people have contacted the contact points of the Rheinische Zeitung through various channels," Henriette said excitedly to Antania, "We have at least a few hundred volunteer correspondents at once!"

She was so excited—she would live to see the newspaper industry in Paris thrive in this way!This was something she could never have imagined before.

"That's good." Antanya said calmly. "It's just that the "Rheinische Zeitung" should keep a low profile for a while... I just happened to concentrate on solving the issues that are related to health and safety."

Versailles is a massive palace, and upgrading it was no small feat.But fortunately, there is a very important boosting factor, because almost everyone can't bear it anymore——

Given a choice, of course no one wants to live in a place that stinks.Except for the most core members of the royal family, almost everyone who lives in the Palace of Versailles faces the problem of cramped living quarters, no place to shower, and it seems that they either live next to, above, or below the toilet, or there are piles not far from the window. garbage or sewage pools.

For the first time ever, a Highness with a private bathroom is willing to change that.

God has mercy!May the Virgin Mary bless her to live younger!

In this way, the transformation of the water source system of the Palace of Versailles was carried out amidst the high expectations of the nobles.While it's uncomfortable to have piled up dirt and exposed pipes everywhere, the thought of doing it and being able to say goodbye to the smell and trash after a year or two makes it all worth trying and enduring.

In this way, the project of the Palace of Versailles lasted for three years-from the second year, the transformation of the cities of Versailles and Paris also began.

During this process, although there were many voices of doubt, Versailles and Paris were each equipped with several fire brigades.

Unlike the previous practice of guards and the army serving as firefighters in the event of a fire, this is the first real "firefighters"-cisterns are planned in various corners of the city, and these firefighters no longer perform other duties, Instead, always on standby.

"It's not like firefighters have nothing to do when there's no fire - you know, knowing where all the cisterns are, operating the pumps and maintaining the water pipelines is not a part-time job." So says the newspaper that is "the Rheinische Zeitung most like the Rheinische Zeitung".

All right.As long as there is no need to pay more taxes, people don't care too much about such details.

In this way, the time slowly came to February 1774 amidst the construction work.

These three years were three years of peace.Although the meeting of Russia, Austria, and Prussia in the Polish-Lithuanian lands had caused panic throughout the continent three years ago, with the acquiescence of the King of France, the three countries happily and peacefully achieved a result that everyone liked. , Carved up the piece of land that was often carve up.

France is not at war with any country, and renovations in Paris and Versailles are in full swing.Although His Majesty the King has had strokes more and more frequently in the past year-of course the doctor explained that it is easy to have a stroke when the weather is hot and cold, because they certainly don't want to make people feel that they are a quack who can't understand the cause of the monarch-but everyone We all know that His Majesty the King is getting old, and this is normal.

The crown prince has grown up, and he has two younger brothers under him.

Whisper a word that everyone knows well, so what if the king dies?Anyway, this country has successors.

All feel hopeful.

On the night of February 2th, another grand salon ball was held in the palace, and multiple important rewards were to be announced at one time.

Even the 80-year-old dean of the Paris Academy of Sciences said excitedly before the ball that he was looking forward to the grand occasion of the evening-"Once in a thousand years! Once in a thousand years!" He almost burst into tears.

It was in such a warm atmosphere that the ball kicked off.

This time, almost all the celebrities in Paris came to this extraordinarily grand ball.Many people pay attention to how many high-ranking ladies and ladies have come to the ball, but for the scholars of the French Academy, what is more exciting is the arrival of another person——

This salon was so bright that even Lagrange from Vienna specially came to join in the fun.

oh!I hope this cross-border research guy doesn't snatch a lot of bounties by himself.people joked.

However, almost everyone did not expect that when the first dance music was about to be played, a stranger caught almost everyone's attention.

The first triple of the waltz had just struck, and a surprisingly handsome young man with blond hair entered the Hall of Mirrors.

At that moment, the gorgeous lights transformed into a dreamlike halo behind him, coating his nearly perfect facial features with a layer of gorgeous light.

Those closest to the door saw him first, and then a moment of silence surged from one end of the hall to the other like the crest of a wave—

After a brief silence, there were enthusiastic whispers: "Is that the Swedish count?"

"It's him! I know him. He's the son of the President of the Swedish Senate."

"Oh! If I were as handsome as him, I would be a beggar's son."

The giggles and whispers spread to the innermost part of the hall, and Antanya, who was looking at the circuit board with Nicholas, realized that something was wrong.

She turned her head.

The next moment, the reward announcement list that was originally held in his hand flew out silently.

At this time, the handsome young man walking in the light was walking towards her, his clear and bright green eyes shone with charming brilliance, although they were not deep, but they had a sincere and honest light.

That ray of light once lit up in her countless midnight dreams, carrying extreme sadness and pathos...

"Hold the things in your hands carefully." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Antanya recovered from her daze, and found that Nicholas was holding the scroll that fell from her hand, and looked at her with subtle eyes.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a while, he simply stuffed the paper back into her hand.

Nicholas raised his eyebrows slightly, and followed the direction of her gaze just now - obviously immediately understood who she was looking at.

Of course, at least half of the people in the hall were looking at the handsome young man at the moment.

Nicholas slightly raised the corners of his lips, and smiled very lightly.

He leaned over slightly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your Highness, your eyes at this moment... are quite dangerous."