Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Don't get me wrong, it's not his fault! ◎

Prussia, north of Potsdam.

On the terraced terraces of the Sanssouci Palace, the fig trees and vines grew new green leaves.

The windmill of the Sanssouci Palace on the top of the mountain was spinning lazily, and the sunlight fell on a small resplendent pavilion on the side of the palace, shining through the glass on a hand that opened the curtain.

"Frederick, is this the China Building that you personally participated in designing?" The speaker was George III of Great Britain's Hanoverian Dynasty.

He pushed the cuffs of the royal blue velvet coat onto his arms, and looked at the gilded statues of figures outside the small building.It has long been heard that Frederick II yearned for distant China, so he specially built a Chinese building in his Sanssouci Palace, and he personally proposed the architectural idea.

"I just saw the statue of the Monkey King on the top of the building. The carving skills are good. It's just... I don't think the Monkey King in Chinese legends can hold an umbrella."

George III said, frowning and pointing to a statue of a Chinese musician outside the window, "And this musician. I heard that the Chinese don't play the trumpet. They seem to have some kind of more penetrating wind instrument. "

"..." Frederick glanced at him coldly, "George, you should understand that you are on Prussian territory."

In fact, it is not the first time that he has been ridiculed because of the overly European-style Chinese style in this building.

But in the face of his majesty, no one had dared to mock him in his face—until the English king came here.

"Maybe, I don't understand the Chinese any more than I understand the British—I heard that the British like to chop off their heads and play them as balls, which sounds interesting." He stroked the sapphire ring on his finger.

George III choked and coughed several times: "Oh, Frederick, that's not the case."

"It's true that you are of German blood, but you don't look like a German," Frederick said bluntly. "And, you don't seem to understand that real Germans don't like nonsense."

He is a whole round older than George III, and he doesn't take this young little king seriously.What's more, the last British king died more than ten years ago due to excessive defecation. He simply felt that it was an insult to him to be called a king like such a person.

Today, Great Britain and the Electorate of Hanover in Germany are ruled by the Hanoverian dynasty.After the death of Queen Anne, the Stuart dynasty that ruled England, she left no heirs, so George III's great-grandfather George I, the son of Sophie, the granddaughter of King James I of England, and the son of the Elector of Hanover succeeded to the throne .

This is also one of the important reasons why Prussia has such a good relationship with Britain.

That was many generations ago, though.George I could not speak English, only German; and today's George III is the other way around.They had to communicate in French, the common language of continental Europe.

George III patted the window sill with a headache, determined to respect the moody Prussian king in front of him, and not argue with him that he was an Englishman, not a German.

"Well, Your Majesty, let's get down to business. Rather than arguing about what the Germans like, it's probably more important to find out what the French like - and then make sure they don't get it."

As soon as he mentioned France, Frederick really looked serious.

He immediately remembered that he had offered Lagrange an olive branch a few years ago, and he had turned him down, staying in that stupid Vienna that could only sing and dance!

Ridiculous, can art win wars?He tore away the territory of Silesia from Austria, and then left his spoils after all the hardships in the Seven Years War!

What the real monarch cares about must be power, not the so-called noble pleasures of the Habsburg bastards.

What made him even more angry was that he had just learned that Lagrange had returned to the Paris Academy of Sciences.Top mathematicians would rather face boring and hypocritical Parisians than come to Prussia!This is really the greatest contempt.

Seeing the change in his expression, George III knew he was in the right place.

Of course.Witnessing the incredible academic development of France in the past few years, I am afraid that besides Britain, Prussia is the most anxious.

Britain was at least separated from France by the English Channel, while Prussia was on the same continent as France and within reach, and bordered on Austria.

Everyone knows that the French king is old now, and the future queen is the daughter of the Queen of Austria.By then, the Habsburg dynasty would have two women ruling each of the two states.

"France's technology has advanced by leaps and bounds in the past few years. I heard that their machines are almost able to replace horses." George III said, "Can Prussia continue to sit idly by?"

Frederick glanced at him coldly.

"I've heard about the British colonies," he said deadpan. "Sorry. If there's a war, Prussia will help."

George III choked again.

This is really what annoys him the most—three years after he came to the throne, Great Britain ended the Seven Years War with France, and France was forced to cede Canada, Dominica, Grenada, etc. to Britain, the banner of the "Empire on which the sun never sets" Soaring high above the American continent.

But now, such a thing can happen on that continent, and Britain is simply ashamed in front of the whole of Europe.

"Your Majesty, please let us stop these meaningless arguments, I am serious." He suppressed his emotions, "Please let us first reach a consensus-France is our common enemy."

Frederick looked at him noncommittally.

"In North America, Great Britain will take care of itself," said George III. "But on European soil, we need to join hands and give France a fatal blow before it really falls out of control."

Frederick stared at him for a long time, then smiled slowly.

"It's nice that we can at least agree on that."

……

France, Versailles.

The test run of the first steam engine-driven locomotive is about to take place on the flat land of the Royal Garden, and half a day before the ceremony, Earl Felsen was flattered to receive an invitation from the most sought-after alchemist in the palace to visit his Research workshop.

"Mr. Tesla!" He took off his hat and saluted. "I really can't describe my excitement. Your research is exploring the limit of human intelligence."

"You are too much." Nicholas said with a smile.

His eyes flicked inadvertently, and he looked at the Swede in front of him.He was not as tall as himself, but his shoulders were broader and he looked more muscular.

Nicholas paused, pointing to a complicated device: "This is a complete set of devices, including generators, motors, transformers and automatic control devices. With these devices, alternating current can be generated centrally and remotely Transportation, so as to achieve large-scale power supply. Not just a Palace of Versailles, palaces all over the world can light up at the same time."

"Wow." Felson actually didn't understand the rationale at all, but he understood that this is a very powerful set of things, "Thank God for sending you to the world."

At this time, the tall young engineer stopped talking.

He looked at Felson for a few seconds, and sighed lightly: "A young and innocent child like you needs to be careful in this palace. You may not know how to protect yourself."

Felsen laughed: "Me? Young? Simple? Who did you hear?"

Felsen raised his arm with a smile, and patted the muscles on his upper arm, "I am a lieutenant general—of course, I don't deny that this has something to do with my family background, but I was indeed trained in the army. "

"Oh, what Her Royal Highness said." Nicholas said calmly.

As he spoke, he moved a machine handle aside, and a small golden ball protruded from the edge of the silver metal layer.

For a moment Felsen was puzzled.Her Royal Highness?Which princess?

Oh, probably only that one—the most beautiful one in Versailles.

But he obviously hasn't spoken to her yet.What kind of inexplicable conversation is this?

In order to eliminate this inexplicable embarrassment, he tried to find something to do.

——He stretched out his hand, ready to touch the golden ball curiously.

Just then, a panicked voice came from the door: "Nicolas! What are you doing!"

The pitch of that voice was so high due to the panic, Felsen was so frightened that his hands trembled, and he retracted before touching the golden ball.

He turned around and found that it was the princess and the crown prince—the crown prince was a step behind, trying to reach out his hand to stop the princess who rushed over angrily.

"Nikolai! How could you do this to him?" Antanya said to Nikolai.

Only then did Felsen belatedly realize that the princess seemed to have misunderstood something.

Nicholas spread his hands and glanced at Felsen with a smile, "Axel, what did I do?"

"Uh, no, it's just that I stretched out my hand..." Felsen said, suddenly remembering what Nicholas said to himself just now, His Royal Highness thinks that he is young and innocent, and will not protect himself.

For a moment he forgot what he was going to say.

"It's not what he wanted to do." Antanya shook her head, "Nicolas, I'm very disappointed in you. I told you a long time ago..."

"Ah, that," Louis interjected in a panic, "Antoinette, don't get me wrong, it's not Nicolas' fault! I think he's just introducing Axel, so he's allowed to Touch it... as long as you touch it once, you will protect yourself in the future."

Felson became more and more confused.

The few people in front of him are all about his age, and he is the only one among them who has been on the battlefield.

Why do they all seem to think he won't protect himself?He can not only protect himself, but also protect them!

However, before he found a chance to say anything, the prince grabbed Nicholas by the shoulders and pushed him away: "Nicholas! I just discovered a new welding method, which can make 45° to 77.5° The metal layer connection of the corner is stronger, you come and see..."

He shoved Nikolai away in a hurry, as if he was afraid that someone would hunt him down behind him.

For a moment, only Antania, who was speechless, and Felson, who was confused, were left in the room.

After being speechless for a while, Felson bowed to her: "Your Highness."

"Mr. Earl."

"You look beautiful today," said Felson. "Oh, of course, you've always been beautiful."

Leaving aside the inexplicable scene just now, he is still that romantic boy who is good at socializing.

"...Thank you." For some reason, the young princess seemed to want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Felsen was distracted and thought for a moment, but he was silent for a moment.

"Today..." "Otherwise..." the two of them spoke at the same time.

Silence for a second.

"Forget it..." "You said..." bumped into each other again.

"..." Felsen felt that he might not be thinking about going out today.

He hastily made a gesture of please.

"Hey." Antanya couldn't help laughing bitterly.She sighed, "It's okay. You can continue to visit, just be careful not to move around. This is not a place for people to stay."

Felsen silently thought of the prince and the alchemist who just walked over with their shoulders crossed.

"Excuse me. I'll go back first." She turned around and left without hesitation.

Felsen stood still and scratched his head, trying to recall what happened just now.

In the end, he felt it was beyond his abilities.

So, he walked to the door, watched the princess walk hurriedly along the path in front of the research workshop to the edge of the woods, and then turned and went in to find the two people just now.

The next second, Antanya couldn't help but stop and glance back.

She saw the dark blond-haired figure enter through the door and disappear by the window.

She stood there for a while, then slowed down and left.

After a while, a young man with a soft face came out from behind the fence on the other side of the forest—the younger brother of the Crown Prince, the Count of Provence.

He stared blankly at the back of the princess leaving, thinking of the uninvited guest who visited his castle yesterday afternoon.

"Mr. Earl, you are a wise man. There is no need to speak riddles among wise men, and I will say it directly-I represent the friendship of Great Britain, and I am here for you."

The Earl of Provence stared at the visitor coldly for a while, and his eyes fell on the letter he took out.There is a red shield with a white horse and a crown, a symbol of the Hanoverian dynasty.

He immediately understood the meaning of the visitor-this kind of thing is not uncommon at all.

He was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Are you going to ask me to betray my country? I am the prince of France. It has only been ten years since the Seven Years' War. Even if I want to do something, I have to think about whether I will be angered." of the French were killed."

"No, I just want to tell you that you could fight for your own power." The man smiled.

"You don't have to think of serious plots - we wouldn't be that reckless. Just a reminder that your brother has been married for four years and he doesn't have any kids yet, and I've heard that the couple hasn't even had a real life yet. become husband and wife."

He leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice: "I have some gossip, I heard that... the princess was unfaithful to His Highness the Crown Prince."

The Earl of Provence turned cold, "This kind of thing needs evidence."

Although it is not surprising that anything happens in the French court, it is limited to noble men and women who are mistresses—if a wife is unfaithful, especially if the princess who bears the responsibility of giving birth to an heir is unfaithful, it is absolutely unacceptable tolerated.

"Is there evidence or not? We still have to see what the relevant people think?" The man said with a smile, "Three years ago, the "Rheinische Zeitung" made the priests of the church believe that they are still It's often talked about behind people's backs."

"—Look, it's just a matter of one sentence, isn't it?"