Rise of the 1630s South America

Chapter 579 Chaotic Paris

April 1647, 4, Paris.

Mo San avoided several dirty farmers who were driving their fat pigs, and stood on the side of the street.It just rained in Paris last night, so there are puddles full of muddy water everywhere on the ground. Occasionally, a carriage will try to splash the muddy water on the ground to pedestrians on the side of the road, which arouses everyone's panic. Competing to curse.

The citizens of Paris are rude. They will not treat you differently just because you are a nobleman. On the contrary, they are full of suspicion and jealousy towards all privileged people.This can be seen from the lace news of some political figures everywhere in the streets and alleys. These citizens can't wait to become the protagonist in the scandal, so as to taste the taste of aristocratic women.

"Do you know? Mrs. Mottwell praised Mazaran in public a while ago as a 'handsome and polite' gentleman. She must have taken a fancy to the money that Mazaran had scavenged for this lowly bitch." Said the citizen drinking cheap ale with red eyes.

"Mazaran? Just that Sicilian? God, his accent is so strange, his character is so humble, it's unbelievable that he is still favored by His Majesty and the Empress Dowager." A butcher selling meat on the street Said angrily.He had reason to complain, because with the increasing power of Mazarin and France's mire in the war, the tax rates of ordinary citizens in Paris, especially handicraftsmen, were raised again.Not only that, the goods brought into Paris from other places were also heavily taxed to supplement France's depleted central finances, so that this war that could capture enough benefits for France in the eyes of the big shots could continue.

"But Mazarin will definitely not take a fancy to Mrs. Mottwell. This dissolute woman just caused two young men to fight for her in a duel last month. As a result, one was killed and the other was injured. And Mrs. Mottwell didn't even bother to take a look at the seriously injured Poor young man recuperating at home. Mazaran doesn't look down on this kind of loose woman, and he probably doesn't have the guts. The one in the palace is staring at him, how dare he mess around..." Another A citizen who was baking bread next to him turned his head and said jokingly, he wisely kept silent during the last paragraph, so as to leave room for others to imagine.

"Haha." A few bored idlers immediately laughed, they didn't understand the meaning of the baker's words.On this day in 1647, rumors about the scandal between Cardinal Mazarin and Queen Anne, the regent, have spread throughout Paris and become the talk of citizens after dinner.What's strange is that the municipal officials let this kind of public discussion of the head of state be done without permission, and even contributed to the flames. It is conceivable how inclined they are.

But to say that this matter is definitely not groundless.Mazaran, who is only 45 years old, is handsome and unrestrained. He was born in a poor family in Sicily, and he loved learning since he was a child. Later, with the help of noble people, he entered the Jesuit order and got the opportunity to receive education. In 1630, he served as a diplomat in the Holy See and became famous for his successful mediation of the Mantua crisis between France and Spain.Then he served as the envoy of the Holy See in Paris, during which he met the famous Cardinal Richelieu, and was appreciated by Richelieu for his outstanding work ability, which became an opportunity for him to flourish.Before Richelieu died, he tried his best to recommend Mazarin to Louis XIII to take his place, saying that "no one is more capable of taking my place than Mazarin", and Louis XIII accepted the recommendation.

On Mazarin's second day in office, news of the victory at the Battle of Rocroix came back to Paris, which seemed to give his work a good start.He works hard, is full of energy, is very polite to ladies, and has deep artistic skills, so he is very popular with ladies.And he also firmly implemented the reform policy of the Richelieu era in France, firmly suppressed the princes who had been wiped out, increased the authority of the central government, and enriched the revenue of the treasury, enabling France to win a series of victories on the battlefield.His hard work finally made him get a special gift. He gained the love of Queen Anne from Austria, and the noble Queen Mother of France became his secret mistress.

The eyeballs of such an inspiring dickhead legend made the boring citizens of Paris almost pop out with envy.They were influenced by the propaganda of parliamentarians (basically aristocrats), so they hated the Italian tax increase policy, the endless war he promoted, his strange French accent with Italian accent, and the domineering style of his family, in short They hated everything about the Italian.

But this can't change anything after all, as the French Attorney General Omer Talon said at this time, "They have nothing but their souls, but what's more sad is that they can't find a way to sell their souls ".Well, our special envoy, Mr. Mo San, is going to meet His Excellency Talon soon.Uh, well, it’s not His Excellency Omer Talon, but the younger Lord Jean Talon—a young man who is studying at the Jesuit Academy in Claremont, of course he happens to be in the Paris.

Strictly speaking, Mr. Didier Flores recommended to Mo San the honorable His Excellency Omar Talon, but at present, the Attorney General is liaising around in the Paris Parliament, preparing to fight with the power-hungry Priests, big businessmen, and aristocrats who had been weakened during the Richelieu period united to force the Queen Mother Anne and Prime Minister Mazarin into the palace, demanding to follow the example of Britain and put parliamentary power above royal power.Your Excellency the Attorney General is so busy, naturally he has no time to pay attention to a diplomatic envoy from a remote country in the New World.However, due to Flores' face, it was inconvenient for him to refuse directly, so he asked one of his distant relatives, Jean Tallon from the Champagne region, to receive him.

He specifically explained that if there was nothing particularly important, then just send the Tatar away.Now that the situation in Paris is at a critical juncture, the "great Condé" is currently in a negative attitude. Although some people claim that this close relative of the royal family tends to support Anne and Mazarin, the parliamentarians still want to make one last effort to put this The military gods who have won repeatedly in Rocroix, Lens and other places have been drawn into their camp.

That's by far the most important thing, and don't bother me about a visit from a Tartar from the New World!What?They were at war with the Spaniards and had sunk many of the Spaniards' warships?Oh, what a lucky Tatar, but what business is that to me?With this time, I might as well contact the Spaniards in the south and discuss with them whether there is any possibility of cooperation.In case Prince Condé resolutely stands on Mazaran's side, then those parliamentarians will be in bad luck, and they may have to seek help from the Spaniards at that time.As for the Tatars, let's go aside for the time being, I don't have time to talk to you!

If Mo San knew that he had not worshiped the right temple at this time, I wonder if he would vomit blood with anger, but he has no eyes on the situation in France at present, and he doesn't know anyone in Paris.What a failure, he sighed softly, and then walked into a theater.

This is the Petit Bourbon Theater, a famous theater in Paris.Since the former Cardinals Richelieu and Louis XIII showed a tolerant attitude towards drama, drama has developed rapidly in France.After Mazaran became the prime minister of the kingdom, he, who loves art, felt that France lacked drama talents, so he invited Tibury Fiorelli from Italy with a lot of money.Popular for his portrayal of the ostentatious buffoon Scaramucci, the man became a favorite of French high society fresh from the cultural desert of the Middle Ages.

Jean Tallon was no exception. When he was in the Champagne region, he heard his father, Philippe Tallon the Elder, talk about various things about Scaramucci. After arriving in Paris, he became more and more fond of this art.Every time Fiorelli plays, he's basically there.Therefore, in order to meet Mr. Talon, Mo San took several entourages to find the Royal Theater with great difficulty.

Waiting for a young man at the entrance of the theater, he is less than 1.7 meters tall, but very strong.His eyes are piercing and his demeanor is quite cultivated. He is chatting with a lady opposite him.Perhaps some interesting topic was discussed, the young girl on the opposite side giggled, and looked at the young man while laughing, and the young man returned affectionate eyes.

A couple of dogs and men!Mo San sighed softly, then tidied up his appearance, walked forward, took off his hat, bowed his upper body slightly, and said to the young man, "I'm sorry to disturb your conversation, may I ask you to be Jean Ta? Mr Long?"

"I'm Jean Talon from Champagne." The young man was obviously displeased, as if he was very dissatisfied with this vulgar guy who disturbed him to pick up girls, but when he turned his head and saw Mo San in a black tunic suit, he restrained himself slightly He expressed his dissatisfaction, and then asked in a questioning tone: "Are you Mr. Mo San from the east coast of the New World?"

"I am Mo San, the plenipotentiary diplomatic envoy of the East Coast Republic of China. I request Mr. Talon to introduce me to His Excellency Cardinal Mazaran. I have important diplomatic matters to discuss with Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Mo San took a deep breath and was slightly formal Said in a tone.

When Jean Talon heard Mo San's words, he looked at him like an idiot, and after a long time, he said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Bishop Mazaran is teaching the young His Majesty in the palace, he may not have time Meet you, East Coaster. Maybe you can try your luck in front of the Louvre, but I can't guarantee that you won't be thrown out by the guards there."

Hearing that the yellow-haired boy Jean Talon spoke to him in such a tone, Mo Sanyi was a little angry for a while, but he finally remembered his duty, so he quickly calmed down his anger and spoke as calmly as possible. Said: "Mr. Talon, please be sure to understand that I have important matters to discuss with Your Excellency Mazaran. You see, your country is at war with Spain, and our country is also at war with the Spaniards. I think the great The Kingdom of France and the East China Republic can form a solid alliance to deal with our common enemy—the Kingdom of Spain, we..."

"Enough, people from the east coast, no one here cares about the war with the Spaniards." Jean Tallon interrupted Mo San without hesitation, because his servant came to tell him that Mr. Fiorelli was about to appear , So he immediately said in a hasty tone: "Go back, people from the east coast, don't bother me anymore." After finishing speaking, he entered the theater with his female companion.

Mo San stood silently on the spot, and after a long time, he slammed his beaver fur hat on the ground.After smashing, he stormed away without looking back.

(End of this chapter)