I Am Louis XIV

   Chapter 81 The King's Thoughts (Part 1) (Sanjiang recommends plus more)

Mary couldn't speak at all, things were changing so fast, she couldn't understand, how could things have evolved into such a situation - no, she was aware of it, after all, she was also a wizard and knew her own What kind of thing is my brother Felipe, a woman like Madame Lafayette, not only has a high status, but also has literacy and knowledge, and is also the female companion of the Duchess of Montpensier. A man who has no status and no bearing - no matter how beautiful he was born, he couldn't win the favor of this lady, let alone he was still at the mercy of him like a doll - when she was in the inner world, Felipe's Potions course is indeed better than her.

The king checked his brother's wound, and this gilded dagger belonged to Philip, Duke of Anjou, which means that the most likely reason was that he stabbed himself when he noticed something wrong. The woman had done something, but he had already remembered the bottles of potions that Vesalius had placed in front of him. If he had known that potions could silently confuse a person's mind, he would never have taken it lightly. .

But now is obviously not the time to pursue the matter. Louis avoided Philip's wound and transferred him to his shoulder. Fortunately, Philip was very thin and the king was strong enough to carry him without difficulty. Mary flew over. Open the door for him.

When the king appeared in front of Bontang with his injured younger brother, he and his attendants were surprised, but the king told them very calmly that he and his younger brother had met an assassin, unfortunately, in order to hide their tracks. , the assassin killed Mr. Bishop's nephew, Mr. Felipe, and the king's brother was also injured while protecting him - one look at the king's gloomy eyes, Bontang and the attendants knew that no matter what the truth was tonight, they This is all that can be said.

The two attendants went into the room to clean up the mess. The king took Philip back to his bedroom. He asked the imperial doctor to treat the king's younger brother, and then sat alone in the small hall outside. Ten minutes later, mixed footsteps appeared in the room. In the corridor, the empress dowager and the ladies hurriedly arrived.

   "How is he!" cried the Queen Mother, "Philip, how is he!? Louis?"

  Louis stood up and held the Queen Mother's hand: "The shoulder is injured, and the doctor is treating him."

   "Let me go in and see him."

   "The scene inside doesn't quite suit you," the king said softly, "Mother."

   "He is my son!" the Queen Mother insisted. But she immediately found that the king was standing between her and the bedroom, motionless, she looked at Louis, and if she felt something—the accident in that remote room could be hidden from others, but it was impossible to hide from the Queen Mother. A surge of anger surged in her heart, she clenched her fists, her lips trembled uncontrollably: "You are doubting me!" She shouted: "You are doubting me! You thought it was me..."

"Shh!" Louis shouted sternly, and the fierce look made the Queen Mother take a step back. Seeing her like this, Louis's attitude softened a little: "Go back to your room, mother," he said. : "If I need anything, or Philip's situation changes, I will tell you, go back and pray for him, this is the most important thing you should do now."

   Queen Mother's lips moved a few times. She wanted to say something, but she remained silent.

Louis watched the Queen Mother and others leave the room. He asked Bontang to wait outside and entered the bedroom himself. The doctors had cut off the duke's coat and shirt, and were cleaning Philip's wounds with spirits. Fortunately, the gilded dagger was even better. It is used as an ornament in many places, and occasionally used as a table knife, and there is not much dirt on it - the reason why the king came to see it in person was to ensure that the doctors would not propose some medical plans that are more like torture than treatment —By the way, before entering the room, these doctors were also ordered to wash their hands and faces, wear satin masks and loose clean robes.

  A doctor proposed to use weapon ointment, which was approved by other doctors, and Louis also allowed it.

Well, when it comes to this weapon ointment, it may be the most effective trauma treatment medicine in this era - only referring to the world, because the way of using this ointment is: first find the knife or sword that caused the wound, and then apply it on it This kind of ointment, as for the patient, just wrap the wound with a white cloth. The recovery rate of the wounded person using this kind of ointment is the highest.

Of course, for those who can see, the benefit of this ointment is that it is not applied to the patient at all, and the doctors at this time have no concept of cleanliness at all, their hands are full of bacteria, and they use The medicines are often mixed with feces and filth, and the people they treat are almost inevitably killed, only the luckiest can escape death - the advantage of the weapon ointment is probably that the patient does not have to touch it, nor the doctor. .

   The biggest difficulty in using this ointment is that they have to find the sword that caused the wound, but luckily, the dagger that injured Wang Di was on the scene and was brought back by Bontang.

While the doctors were noisily preparing the ointment, Louis sat on the edge of the bed and pressed Philip's forehead. Philip had already woken up - the wound was irritated by the spirits, and unless it was dead, it would be difficult to continue in a coma, he watched His brother, smiled with difficulty—Louis stroked his wet forehead soothingly, "Mary!" He said, "Have you brought the medicine?"

  Mary nodded immediately, lifted her skirt, and took out two or three small bottles from the pouch tied to her petticoat.

Louis felt that Philip was clenching his hand tightly, he immediately shook it back: "Don't be afraid," he said in Philip's ear: "This is Marie, she is loyal to me, we have to deal with your wound now, "In this day and age, trauma is not to be underestimated, many people have died from infection and fever after injury, and Philip used a lot of force when he stabbed himself, and the wound was deep enough to penetrate a little finger. , the king didn't want him to leave any sequelae, so the wizard's medicine became the best choice.

  Mary handed over the medicine bottle, the king shook it at the candle, and found that there were at least four or five mouthfuls of potion in the brown glass bottle: "How much do you want to drink?"

   "Three will do," Mary said.

  The king gave her a deep look, did not immediately hand the bottle to Philip, but took a sip himself! Marie screamed, and Louis frowned: "It's actually sweet," he said, then opened his palm and saw that the wound on it was healing quickly - that was when he killed Felipe. caused by excessive force.

"Drink it." Louis said, but he didn't need to tell him. Philip immediately took the bottle and drank the potion in one breath. Obviously, he was more worried that his brother would take another sip than he was afraid of the wizard. After drinking the potion, he could feel that more than half of the pain disappeared, and he was still full of disgust for this kind of devil's creation.

Louis returned the bottle to Marie, and watched Philip pour back into the fluffy goose down pillow, still pale, but with a hint of blood, at least better than it had been a few minutes ago, and no more blood on the clean linen. Expanded: "I know you need more rest right now," Louie said softly, "but I still have some questions for you."

   "Please speak, brother," said Philip.

   "I wonder, what did Felipe do to you?" Louis asked.

   "I don't know very well." Philip said: "I only know that one day, I suddenly had a good feeling for this person, Your Majesty, like a trusted friend."

   "That's why you were the assistant of the Count of D'Artagnan when he asked for a duel?"

"Yes."

   "So what happened tonight?" Louis asked.

"He wooed me," Philip looked at Mary, who had been bowing his head. He didn't quite understand why his brother kept her here, but since the king had done so, there must be a reason for him, he recalled before What happened - under the protection of Louis, the younger brother never bowed his head to anyone, nor did he blame himself for the sins of others, and Felipe died tragically in front of him. Even if the canon was severely punished, he suffered The punishment was nothing more than that, so Philip was not badly affected by it, so he said very cheerfully: "I rejected him, he was very angry, and then said some stupid things, I don't know what that is, But when I found my body was out of control, I gave myself a shot."

  Louis listened carefully and nodded: "Marie," he called, "do you know what this is?"

  Marie hesitated for a moment: "It's not...it's not a very powerful potion," she said: "It must be said, Your Majesty, it is used in some occasions that need...need...for example, say..."

Louis did not understand what she meant at all, but Philip understood—of course the musketeers or ministers around the king would not talk about some romantic affairs with him, but around the Queen Mother, the topics of the ladies were almost inescapable. "I see," interrupted the king's brother, who was deeply disgusted with Mary's brother, but he was not so angry that he lost his mind and humiliated an unmarried young woman: "Mrs. Lafayette too Is that so?"

"Yes," Mary said at once, and almost at the same time she felt a chill, almost instinct, and explained eagerly: "But that's all, it only affects the person being administered slightly. The emotions made him feel happy and comfortable—like hearing a bird singing, or seeing a gorgeous rose... The more determined the person, or the more defensive, the It's very difficult for a drug to work."

   "So after he did that, Mrs. Lafayette refused to see him, and I was able to realize that something was wrong." Philip said: "I have no interest in sharing a bed with a man."

   "He made a mistake." The king took out the silk handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

   (end of this chapter)