At this time, the queen also walked in. Queen Teresa was the same age as Louis and looked older and weaker than Louis, but she was still very happy when she saw Henrik IV. "Look at you," she said casually: "How can you bring Henry directly here to speak? Isn't the most important thing now to give him a good rest?"

Henrik IV held the cane, refused the servant's support, and stepped forward to kiss her hand: "Long time no see, sister-in-law. But don't blame uncle, I know that at this age, we are the most at will, do whatever we want, and say whatever we want."

"Then I need you to go back to your own rooms now, take a shower, have some wine, take a nap, and have a welcome party tonight," said Queen Teresa.

Henrik IV glanced at the queen in a little surprised, because in his memory, Queen Teresa was a taciturn person who was always polite and even with Louis, but he laughed quickly, why did he ask about it? Didn't he change it? "You are right, sister-in-law," he said, "I will say goodbye to His Majesty."

"I'll go with you," said Louis. "Your room is still in the old place."

"Hey, that's good." Henrik IV replied loudly, he stepped forward two steps, grabbed Louis XIV's arm, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Then the servants brought them to the lifting equipment that had been rejected by Henrik IV before. Henrik IV complained a few times, but fortunately the lifting equipment was equipped with a hollow brass folding door and a seat was placed inside, which did not look like the kind of taboo thing.

"I don't really like this," Louis said in a low creaking sound. "But the doctors are asking us to walk less."

"Damn the knees, damn the hips, right?" Henrik IV said, when they arrived, the servants outside opened the door, "There is no change here." Henrik IV said with emotion that since Daconde went to Poland, he had only returned to Paris once. For the sake of the crusade, he was with him and shared a suite with his father. Daconde was Louis XIV's cousin, the first blood prince, and later the king of Poland. His room was not to be thought about, and he knew that it was very close to the king, and it might only be two or three suites. Henrik IV controlled himself not to see it.

The suite closest to the king - everyone knows that the King's left suite belongs to the queen, and the right suite belongs to the Duke of Orleans - that is, the room they are going to pass by. The door of this room is closed, and there are still servants in front of the door. On the side facing the door is a portrait of the Duke of Orleans wearing a silver flower coat. The boy in the painting is in his best time, full of spirit, with a golden lion lying under his feet. Under the portrait is a semicircular side table, and a vermilion vase on the side table is filled with snow-white branches of roses. Each flower is only the size of a man's thumb, but the fragrance is fragrant.

The personal emblem that the Duke of Orleans chose for himself was the lion. At that time, Henry lamented that he was too bold. Wouldn't this cause the king's fear?

Not only him, but all those passing through the corridor tried not to look at each other. Louis XIV was so sad that no one could accept the sudden death of the Duke of Orleans. However, at that time, the king was just stranded in Bouvalu Castle for about three weeks and returned to Paris, and clearly stated that he did not want to hear anything related to the Duke of Orleans' death, and even did not allow the bishop to hold a mass of confession and requiem for him. This behavior really made people wonder whether he hated the Duke or loved the Duke.

It’s love, so people are unwilling to accept the facts. People are still trembling until today, because this behavior has been continued by the king until now.

"Here," Louis stopped and said, "I have expanded this suite a little."

Henrik IV had seen that the wide lintel hung with Polish-Borbon's heraldic emblems, namely blue-bottomed gold lilies, red oblique stripes, crowns and lions with open mouths - their battle slogan was "Beast Mouth".

"Next to me," he thought for a while: "It's Mrs. Montespan."

"Well, she's dead." Louis said lightly: "I gave August her suite, but August prefers rooms closer to the end because...uh..."

"Children." Henrik IV said that the Bourbon family was not very prosperous before Louis XIV. Louis XIII had two sons, and so did Louis XIV. The Duke of Orleans and Henrik IV both had one heir. Fortunately, their sons had several children with his wife. Henrik IV knew how lethal the children were when they quarreled.

"Go to Amerika... Forget it, call me August," said Henrik IV. "How many children did he bring this time?"

"There are only two, but I think those two must be leading an invisible army." Louis was saying this, and saw the door a little further suddenly open, and his little heads stretched out, "Come here," Louis shouted, "children." Then he said to Henrik IV, "Let's go in first."

In Versailles, especially in private occasions, Louis XIV has always been extremely approachable and paid great attention to family affection. Henrik IV nodded and walked straight into the suite with him. On the side of the suite was the living room. The armchair cushion inside was so thick that it could make people fall asleep. Henrik IV simply took off his heavy fur cloak and big jacket under the service of the servants, leaving only a tight coat embroidered with gold, silver, birds and beasts.

"This coat is about forty or fifty pounds," said Louis.

"Thirty pounds," said Henrik IV, and while sitting comfortably in the chair, the two children had been brought in by the servants, who saluted the two kings as soon as they came in, but the wildness that was completely different from the children Henrik IV saw in the court could not be concealed. "My great-grandson," said Louis: "they had two Indian names, the cow, and the crazy horse."

Henrik IV laughed: "Oh, I remember that Indians are closely related to their personal temperament and experiences. I know what you just said."

He reached out and pulled out the short-handed musket, and then pulled out a dagger. Needless to say, it was all jewel-like. But since he could be brought by a military king like Henrik IV, he was destined to be a good person other than gold and jade.

The two children happily took the gift and bowed to Henrik IV, "Let's go to the Grand Canal to take a boat in the afternoon." The child named Crazy Horse said, which attracted another laugh from Henrik IV. It was obvious that they had just heard the king's complaints to them, and Louis must have been very fond of them, so they dared not take Louis's intimate blame at all.

"It seems that I can have a good sleep later," said Henrik IV.

"Then don't drink tea," said Louis. After sharing a glass of milk with Henrik IV, he stood up and said goodbye, and he was going back to his suite.

As they walked through the corridor, the king accidentally looked out. As they promised, the crazy horse and the cow had already run to the square. They were jumping energetic, reminding people of two small rubber balls that were bouncing on the glass plate. "I think girls are cute now." Louis sighed.

"Baptiste will come with the little girl," said the queen, not knowing when she began to call the two dukes by name.

"I don't know," said Louis: "He said in the letter that the blue whale was discovered by his little girl."

“He said he was going to hunt it.”

"Impossible, even if he was riding the best steamship in Ameriga, my bachelor said that the type of whales is at least a hundred feet long." Louis said without hesitation.

The queen got stuck and she subconsciously looked at the long corridor. If the king's words were true, then the whale would run through several rooms.

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Louis's speculation was still very correct. Baptiste, Duke of Hallepur, was of course the supreme leader of the Lower América Federation. When he arrived with his youngest granddaughter, he only presented a large wax piece with the fishy smell of sea water and the strange sweet fragrance. This piece required him to touch it with both hands, and the weight and size were quite considerable.

"This is ambergris," said Baptist. "Father, I couldn't hunt the blue whale, but I accidentally found it on a deserted island while chasing it."

"This is great," Louis said seriously. "Why don't you think about it, a hundred-foot-long whale, when will I go to eat?"

The little girl beside Baptist giggled and said.

"This is Jasmine," Baptiste said.

"Welcome, Jasmine." Louis said gently.

Baptist arrived on the evening of September 3, and was glad that his mother, Madame Lavalier, unfortunately passed away in September last year. When she left, she regretted that she could not celebrate Louis's 80th birthday. If she had known her in heaven, she would definitely knock him on the head fiercely - but who made the blue whale so close to them, and the water vapor it exhaled could hit Baptiste's face, and in his life, the only animal that he could not hunt was probably the whales.

Louis really couldn't think of any way to punish him. God was pitiful, this guy was also a family of children and grandchildren. "We will get up at four o'clock tomorrow morning for Mass." He said, and sure enough, he saw Baptiste showing a distressed look.
Chapter completed!