Mary couldn't speak at all. Things were changing too quickly, and she couldn't understand how things could have evolved into such a situation. No, she noticed it. After all, she was also a wizard and knew what her brother Felipe was. A woman like Lafayette not only had a respectable identity, but also had literacy and knowledge, but also the female companion of the Duke of Monponsier. She was a man like Felipe who had neither identity nor demeanor, even if he was born beautifully, he could not win the favor of this lady, let alone he was still in vain. When she was in the inner world, Felipe's potions course was indeed better than her.

The king examined the king's wound. The gilded dagger was also from Philippe, the Duke of Anjou. In other words, the biggest possibility was that he stabbed himself when he realized something was wrong. Louis didn't know what Felipe did to him and several other noble ladies, but he had already remembered the bottles of potions placed in front of him by Visari. If he had known before that the potion could silently confuse a person's mind, he would never have taken it lightly.

But now is obviously not the time to pursue this matter. Louis avoided Philip's wounds and transferred him to his shoulders. Fortunately, Philip was very thin and the king was strong enough to carry him up. Mary ran over and opened the door for him.

When the king appeared in front of Bang Tang with his injured brother, he and his servants were surprised. However, the king told them very calmly that he and Wang brother met the assassin. Unfortunately, in order to hide his traces, the assassin killed Mr. Felipe, the nephew of the Bishop. Wang brother was also injured while protecting him. When he looked at the king's gloomy eyes, Bang Tang and his servants knew that no matter what the truth was tonight, this was the only thing they could tell.

Two servants went into the room to clean up the mess. The king took Philip back to his dormitory. He asked the imperial doctor to treat his brother. Then he sat alone in the small hall outside. Ten minutes later, the sound of footsteps appeared in the corridor. The queen mother and noble girls, with a panic, arrived in a hurry.

"How is he?" the Queen Mother shouted: "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 is not suitable for you," the king whispered: "Mother."

"He is my son!" the Queen Mother insisted. But she immediately found that the King was standing between her and the dormitory, and she looked at Louis, feeling something--the incident in that remote room could be hidden from others, but it was impossible for the Queen Mother to hide it. Anger surged into her heart. She clenched her fists and her lips trembled uncontrollably: "You are doubting me!" She shouted: "You are doubting me! You think it is me..."

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

The Queen Mother's lips twitched a few times. She wanted to say something, but she still fell silent.

Louis watched the Queen Mother and others leave the room. He asked Bangtang to wait outside and enter the dormitory by himself. The doctors had cut off the Duke's coat and shirt and were cleaning Philip's wounds with strong liquor. Fortunately, the gilded dagger was more used as an ornament and occasionally used as a table knife, without much filth. The reason why the king had to come to see it himself was to make sure that the doctors would not propose some medical plans that were more like torture than treatment. By the way, before entering the room, these doctors were ordered to wash their hands and faces, wearing satin masks, and wearing loose and 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 drug in this era - only referring to the world, because the way this ointment is used is: first find the knife or sword that caused the wound, and then apply this ointment on it. As for the patient, just wrap the wound with white cloth. The healing rate of the wound is the highest.

Of course, for those who can understand, the benefit of this ointment is that it is not applied to the patient at all. The doctors at this time have no idea of ​​cleaning. Their hands are full of bacteria, and the medicines they use are often mixed with feces and dirt. People who have been treated are basically unavoidable. Only the luckiest person can escape death. The advantage of weapon ointment is probably that the patient does not have to touch it or the patient.

The biggest difficulty with this ointment is that they must find the sword that caused the wound, but fortunately, the dagger that injured Wangdi was at the scene and was taken back by Bang Tang.

While the doctors were clamoring to prepare the ointment, Louis sat down beside the bed and pressed Philip's forehead. Philip had woken up—the wound was irritated by the strong alcohol. Unless it was dead, it would be difficult to continue to fall into a coma. He looked at his brother and smiled with difficulty— Louis comforted his wet forehead, "Mary!" He said: "Have the medicine been brought?"

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

Louis felt that Philip was holding his hand tightly, and he immediately shook it back: "Don't be afraid," he attached himself to Philip's ear and said, "This is Mary, she is loyal to me, we are going to deal with your wound now." In this era, trauma cannot be underestimated. Many people died of infection and fever after being injured. Moreover, Philip used a lot of strength when stabbing himself. The wound was deep enough to penetrate a little finger. The king didn't want him to leave any sequelae. Then, the wizard's medicine became the best choice.

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

"Just three," said Mary.

The king glanced at her deeply, and did not hand the bottle to Philip immediately, but took a sip! Mary screamed, and Louis frowned: "It's sweet." He said, then turned his hand and saw that the injuries on it were healing quickly - it was caused by excessive force when he killed Felipe.

"Drink it." Louis said, but without his orders, 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. Even after drinking the potion, he could feel the pain disappearing for half, and he was still full of disgust towards this devil's creation.

Louis returned the bottle to Mary, watching Philip return the fluffy goose-vulley pillow, his face still pale, but there was a hint of blood, at least a few minutes ago, and the blood on the clean linen did not expand: "I know you need a good rest now," Louis said gently: "But I still have some questions to ask you."

"Please tell me, brother." Philip said.

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

"I don't know very well," said Philip. "I only know that one day I suddenly felt a favorable impression of this man, and his Majesty, like a trustworthy friend."

"That's why you're going to be his assistant when Earl D'Artagnan asks for a duel, right?"

"Yes."

"So what happened tonight?" Louis asked.

"He courted me," Philip looked at Mary, who had been keeping his head down. He didn't quite understand why his brother left her here, but since the king did this, he must have made sense. He recalled what had happened before. Under Louis's protection, Brother Wang never bowed to anyone, nor would he blame himself for other people's sins. Felipe died miserably in front of him. Even if the canon was severely punished, the punishment he received was not so bad. So Philip was not affected by anything bad. So he said very happily: "I rejected him, he was very angry, and then said some stupid words. I don't know what it was, but when I found that my body was uncontrollable, I gave it to myself."

Louis listened carefully and nodded, "Mary," he shouted, "Do you know what this is?"

Mary hesitated for a moment: "Not...not a very powerful potion," she said: "What must be said, your majesty, it is used in some occasions where it needs... needs..., for example, say..."

Louis didn't understand her meaning at all, but Philip understood-the musketeers or ministers around the king would certainly not talk to him about some affair, but the noble ladies could hardly avoid ambiguity around the Queen Mother. "I understand," the king interrupted her. He hated Mary's brother deeply, but he was not so angry that he lost his mind and humiliated a young woman who had not yet married: "Is this the same thing about Mrs. Lafayette?"

"Yes." Mary said immediately, almost at the same time, she felt a cold chill, almost instinct, and she explained eagerly: "But that's all, it can only slightly affect the mood of the person being administered, making him feel happy and comfortable - like hearing a bird singing, or seeing a gorgeous and rich rose... The more determined the person, or with a guard, the harder the drug will work."

"So after he did that, Mrs. Lafayette refused to see him, and I could realize that something was wrong," said Philip. "I have no interest in having a bed with a man."
Chapter completed!