"Probably because your mother has never suffered any pain." Mrs. Miledi said with a smile.

The young Duke of Cologne was walking with her in the moonlight. Madame Miledy was also considered one of the king's beloved guests. However, as the Duke of Cologne saw in recent years, the witch and secret agent seemed to be more keen on his career than begging for love from his father. This was also an important reason why the Duke of Cologne would be willing to confide in her troubles and seek solutions. Miledy stopped and sighed and thought that she could not touch the little Duke's head casually. On the one hand, it would make the Duke of Cologne be despised, and on the other hand, she should keep a distance from the king's son. Speaking of which, Miledy had been on Gayola for more than ten years. Compared with Mary, who was not so good at conspiracy, she was half a teacher of the Duke of Cologne in terms of rule and management, and she had both words and examples.

The little Duke of Cologne was not so doting that he had to let Louis give up on him, Miledi made an indelible contribution.

"Can you say more in detail?" asked the Duke of Cologne in annoyance.

"Let's go up," said Mrs. Miledy, so they walked around the holly maze and walked along the periphery of the palace to the lifting device that could reach the highest point.

As mentioned before, Versailles is a Latin cross from the plane, and then, you can say it is a three-story building, or it can be said to have five floors, because it has one and a half basement, almost as large as the hall above. The hall on the first floor is Bacchus Hall and Nepton Hall, on the left is Venus Hall and Mars Hall, in the middle is the Hall of Victory Goddess Hall, in front is the Great Gallery of Victory, in the rear is Jupiter Hall and Juno Hall, which is the place for the king to work and discuss. The second and third floors are suites of varying sizes, only a small part of which is occupied, including the rooms specially left by the king to Viscount Tirena, the Duke of Luxembourg and Captain Vaubon and other generals, as well as the Minister of Finance Cole The rooms of Bell, the father of the Marquis of Lois, the current Minister of the Army, the Minister of Navy, Foreign Affairs, etc. The princes who were willing to bow their knees to the king also had their rooms, and some envoys also had rooms, but this room was only reserved for them during the celebration banquet. However, there were only members of the Bourbon royal family on the third floor. Upwards of the third floor was a vast platform. In the center of the platform, there was a beautiful large dome pavilion at the intersection. At the top of the pavilion was a gilded statue of Apollo, a similar size to an adult male. At the top of the guardrail around the platform, there was a marble statue of Muse holding musical instruments at every distance, which was about one-third of the size of the Apollo statue.

The platform specially set up two hydraulic lifting devices for guests to get up and down so that before and after enjoying the fireworks, guests do not need to crowd in the stairs and corridors for a long time. This strange and novel machine also comes from the King's Bachelor of Science, a man named Carles Pascal. Of course, he only proposed the law of fluid energy transferring pressure at the beginning and applied it to the hydraulic gauge and syringe. This is 53 years. Love, at that time, the king was instructing Descartes and Colbert to build the Royal Academy in France. Pascal was also invited, so he came with his family happily. The king was always very generous to these scholars and rarely interfered in their research. So Pascal quickly took out the most primitive hydraulic lifting device - powered by a steam engine. The machine and lifting passage were wrapped in oak and marble, and from the outside and inside, it looked like a cute little room.

For us, this device is undoubtedly extremely simple, but for the people of the seventeenth century, it was simply a magic—but both Miledi and the Duke of Colonna knew that it was not, at most an alchemy. At this time, people had long dispersed. When they arrived at the terrace, only silence accompanied it. The evening breeze was slightly chilling. Madame Miledi stretched out her hand and her invisible cloak gently enveloped the two.

"You know I don't have a good background, and it's even a little unbearable," said Mrs. Miledy. "Although a large part of it was caused by my frivolous and stupidity. I naively regarded a bishop with real power as the men I met before, thinking that I could easily play it in my hands. I was wrong, and the price I paid was to go to prison. You may not understand what the concept of a mortal prison is, because the worst situation of the wizard in the world is a hundred times better than that of a mortal. Mr. Duke, there is a living hell. You will never think how much you need to pay for living, to breathe, eat, and see the sunshine... Sometimes you can't afford it, and I am lucky. At that time, I was young and beautiful, but every night I watched the last ray of light disappear, I thought I would go crazy the next day."

She paused: "Where you can see and hear, feel all the evil in the world, and for survival, everyone is struggling at all costs, without morality, and without thinking," she shook her head, "Only instinct."

If another man said this, the Duke of Cologne would have said some comforting words, but he knew that Madame Miledi never told him these things for no reason. He looked at Madame Miledi, who smiled and raised his eyebrows: "The problem you want to tell is that your mother always has many unrealistic dreams for His Majesty..."

"Hey..." The Duke of Colonna hesitated for a while and nodded. He was already twelve years old, and perhaps two or three years later, he would have to marry the noble daughter chosen by the king for him. Logically, he was already at the age of beginning of love, but he still could not understand his mother's obsession. Her willful actions in the Venus Hall not only made it difficult for His Majesty to deal with, but also put Madame Lavalier in an embarrassing situation. Fortunately, the Duke of Orleans immediately came over and invited Madame Lavalier to dance a slight step, and took the other party's hand that had already reached out, otherwise Madame Lavalier would become the biggest joke tonight.

"I thought she could already accept the existence of Lady Lavalier." The Duke of Colonna said dryly. In fact, Mary Mancini was not only unable to compare with Queen Teresa, but also with Lady Lavalier. After all, the latter was the first royal wife recognized by the court. Even Madame Miledi was more likely to be accepted by the people in the Paris court than her. But on the other hand, Marie also had places that the queen and Lavalier could not reach. For example, on the island of Gayola and Calais, Marie was the only hostess.

"That's why I say that your mother, the Duchess of Cologne, has never suffered," said Madame Miledi leisurely, "If she had ever fallen into a desperate situation, she would understand and understand her situation." She said, "So, you are fortunate, you were born as the son of the king, and His Majesty is willing to admit you, giving you a prominent and innocent identity and a bright future, which is difficult for you to understand--Mrs. Cologne should have told you about the relationship between the king and her, then you know, your father has not always been smooth sailing. He ascended the throne at the age of five, and his government affairs are all red. The chaplain Mazaran and the Queen Mother of the King, who had no power in his hands, and when he was ten years old, the riots of the catapults even forced him to escape from Paris overnight, escape from his capital, and from his people. Such riots were not once, but twice, the second time was his blood relatives, led by Prince Conde and Prince Conte, and his uncle, Duke Gaston, intended to wait for them to lose both sides, and then steal the crown from it. His Majesty fled from Paris to Saint-Germain Aunlei, and from Saint-Germain Aunlei to Hetelle. At the most embarrassing time, the Queen Mother of the King was required to sell clothes in exchange for food and necessary expenses…”

“I’ve heard some.”

"But you are more focused on the glory of Your Majesty," Madame Miledy made a gesture, "Although it is too slight or even a blasphemy to use me as an example, but I must say that the king suffered no less threats in his life than prisoners in a prison, but my little prince is one thing the same. It is difficult for those who support him hard under such pressure to have any beautiful thoughts - even if he is liberated, his reason must always be above emotions because of this experience. He may need comfort, but he will definitely hope to be helped and supported more than empty words."

"Mother has done what he said." The Duke of Cologne murmured.

"Not enough," said Mrs. Miledy, "she should also think from the standpoint of your father, thinking like a ruler."

"Maybe I shouldn't have made such a request," said the Duke of Cologne.

"This is not something you have to ask for," said Mrs. Miledy. "You want the Duchess of Colonna to understand one thing, that is, love is an extremely luxurious thing, it must abandon many things before it can be possessed, including power and responsibility, but the problem is that once they are lost, the flower of love will be destroyed by the storm-so, if she wants to get the love of the king, she must let His Majesty eliminate all worries..."

"How is this possible?"

"Then it is most of it," said Mrs. Miledy, "or take a step back and stop adding new troubles to His Majesty."

"I probably understand what you mean," said the Duke of Cologne. "Just like when you were in prison, you would not care about whether you could get love in order to survive. My father, the king of France, would not put love in an important position until he stopped his conquest..."

"That's right," Madame Miledi clapped her hands, "You finally understand what I mean. You want to state your interests to your mother--she should grow up, too."

“I wish I could do it,” Colonna Tool said hopelessly: “She is too stubborn.”

"I want to say that there are bad things about His Majesty," said Mrs. Miledy: "He is too indecisive in this regard."

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The indecisive King was in Madame Miley's room when she tried her best to convince the Duke of Cologne. The room of the First Royal Lavalier was second only to the Queen and Brother's suite. There were seven rooms, and her maids had already slept. Because of today's events, the king came to accompany Madame Lavalier, and what he could not expect was that Madame Lavalier did not feel sad: "Because when he saw her, it was like seeing another me, Your Majesty," she smiled palely: "You should tell me earlier, Your Majesty, I am so ugly, and it is natural that you don't love me. Who can fall in love with such a person?"

"You did nothing wrong," Louis said calmly: "It's because I can't repay your love."

"Because that's not what you need," said Mrs. Lavalier. "But let us love you, your majesty, we can't fall in love with anyone else." She looked out the window with the king's eyes. From the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see the holly maze, and the fountains of thousands of large and small fountains, each with sculptures of gold or marble, from Nepton (Roman Sea God) to Diana (Hunting and Moon God), to Hercules Hegli There are monsters and monsters. Some of them can ignite in the abdominal wall, some can make whispers, and some can flow out crystal water columns from arrows in their hands, their bulging lips and pouring water bottles. It is the Grand Canal that provides pressure and water for these landscapes. When you walk to the dormitory on the other side, you can see it extending from the feet of the Palace of Versailles to the world. This Grand Canal not only solves the problems of drinking water and water use for the existence of this palace, but also solves the problems of drinking water and water use for nearly 100,000 residents of Versailles.

She suddenly felt relieved. Yes, Mary and she were both losers, because no one could be more worthy of his Majesty's love than this country.

"His Majesty……"

"What?"

"No, nothing." Mrs. Lavalier turned around and said, "It's time to rest, your Majesty, you have a lot to do tomorrow."

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The Duke of Cologne was persuaded or analyzed by Madame Milede. Although his heart was still heavy, he had at least thought of a way to comfort his mother. Just as Madame Milede said, before France could become an invisible and powerful country, Louis XIV's sight would never remain on Mary Mancini or anyone. He had to bear too much, so much that he had no time to care about his personal love. His mother would either continue to wait silently, or become the indispensable wings and minions of the king, just like Madame Milede, - even if he could not get love, he could gain the trust of His Majesty.
Chapter completed!