Please Sink In Happiness

Then, he looked at the officer who complained and said in a tough tone:

"Moving my women, not cutting off their hands is my greatest kindness."

"You made several of our soldiers disabled for life for a Sri Lankan national slave?" the officer asked in disbelief.

However, as soon as the words fell, Li Ergou gave him a slap in the face, and the slap almost stunned him.

"If you say no to Aishwana, I don't mind making you disabled for life too."

The officer who was frightened by the murderous intent was stunned at first, but then he immediately frowned.

As a dignified captain, he was slapped in the face by a small attendant? Even if he is a commoner, he cannot suffer this humiliation.

"Lieutenant Lianqing, your attendant is too rude!"

Now that Miss Ivy has already sorted out the ins and outs, it is obvious that the soldiers in their team are frivolous Aishwana first, so Miss Ivy glanced at the hand that Li Ergou used to slap and said:

"Li, you haven't eaten yet, remember to wash your hands before eating."

Chapter 143 The Dying Louis XIII

After hearing the news that De Gaulle had won a big victory on the northern front, Louis XIII, who was already terminally ill, suddenly felt that he was more than 20 years younger, and his aching body became as light as a feather before he knew it. A sunny smile like a teenager appeared on the king's face. There is nothing more gratifying than the victory of the athletes of the Shengluer Kingdom over the enemy.

Originally, the doctor had clearly forbidden the king to prohibit alcohol, but tonight King Louis XIII was still very drunk with his ministers.

"Cheers to the Kingdom of Shengluer! Friends, we have won! Until the end, we will finally defeat all the powers that are hostile to us, whether it is the parliamentary country or the Azure Empire, even the distant Eastern Continent Empire, in our Shenglu With the unity of the Kingdom of Luer, we will also become our defeated generals. Our nation is the greatest nation in the world, and our soldiers are the most courageous and competent soldiers in the world. I, Louis XIII, are proud of them, and I am proud of them. Proud of each of you, and as your king, I am truly blessed at this moment!"

Louis XIII drank all the wine in his glass, his old eyes twinkling with tears.

This long-lost victory made the king seem to have returned to the past. When he was in his twenties, he had experienced a battle against the Kingdom of Shengluer. At that time, as a prince, he followed his father to fight in the north and south, and accumulated a large number of people. Later, when his father died, Louis XIII, who succeeded his father's throne, stepped forward at the most difficult moment, and finally defeated the enemy's coalition in the jungle on the outskirts of the capital and captured more than 100,000 people.

After this battle, the king became the most admired person in the whole kingdom. The people loved him and the nobles respected him. On the day of victory in the war, almost every Shengluer shouted "Long live Louis XIII".

In the following decades, he successively fought naval decisive battles with the parliamentary countries to establish the supremacy of the Xizhou navy, and then competed with the blue empire under the banner of the double-headed eagle for the first army of Xizhou. When the two armies fell into anxiety, it was Louis XIII personally led the hussars and magicians to outflank their back road and won the war.

It's a pity that the years of Hengdao's immediate glory are gone forever after the body ages...

Louis XIII burst into tears, and then burst into laughter. The ministers of the royal capital Fenglu looked at each other, thinking that the king was a little unstable because of his illness, and only a few generals who had fought with the king to the south and north understood the king's heart. The pain, the luxurious palace is just an exquisite bird cage for Louis XIII, and only the death in battle is the destination that Louis XIII looks forward to.

But he is too old. It is estimated that tonight's celebration has consumed all the king's energy. The king who once led his troops to break through the siege and always charged at the forefront can only rely on medicine to maintain his life at this moment, even the old age that was poured into the cup. Good wine can be the last straw that overwhelms the king's life.

- I'm going to die in a flood.

However, did Louis XIII, who loved his country, really think that way? If he really doesn't care about what happens after his death, then he probably won't hold his last breath anymore...

At least live to the last moment, even if it is useless, he must sit in the palace like a mascot. The king knows how his death will affect the army of Shengluer Kingdom, and also knows that there are in the palace. There are many careerists coveting the throne, so he wants to live, even more than ever.

As long as you persist until the moment of victory in the war, you can take off the heavy crown and bury it in the Invalides in Fenglu City.

"Cough cough cough."

The loud coughing temporarily interrupted the music. The ministers put down their wine glasses and knives and forks and looked at the king with concern. The celebration banquet was quietly stopped because of the king's coughing.

"It's okay, let's play music and dance."

Louis XIII smiled kindly, stood up and looked at the lively palace hall, as if to see that after his death, the stupidity of Louis XIV made the country fall apart, when people mentioned the Elba family hundreds of years later. , will show contempt, and the great people who have appeared in the family will be selectively forgotten by people because of that little bastard.

Clenching his fists, Louis XIII's heart was only sad, but for the sake of the country, he could only force a smile.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the banquet was finally over. The noble ministers left lightly after offering innocuous blessings to the king, and the lively palace hall became empty again.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Louis XIII was dying soon. Although he seemed to be red-faced tonight, it was not so much the improvement in his health after learning of the victory, but rather the last revival.

"Doctor, how long can I live?"

Back in the bedroom, sitting on a chair, Louis XIII asked feebly.

"Your Majesty, your body is really bad. The long-term exhaustion and anger attack your heart, coupled with the cold poison in your body, I'm afraid..." The doctor hesitated for a while and dared not continue.

"It's okay, go ahead. Doctor, if you respect me, tell me the truth, so that I too have time to prepare for the afterlife."

"Alas." The doctor sighed lightly, "Your Majesty, even if you die now, I will not be surprised. Your body can continue to support you to live, all relying on your strong willpower."

"Can I live to win the war?" Louis XIII raised his arm, feeling as heavy as lead.

"I'm afraid not."

"And if you rely on drugs to live for a week?"

The doctor fell into silence. In fact, the king's health suddenly improved today, and he was even able to attend the celebration banquet in person without any support. It was a signal that his heart was about to stop working.

"Please think of a way, doctor, I want to live a few more days. You have been in the palace for so long, and I have always treated you like your relatives. As long as you live a few more days, I will accept whatever you ask..."

After a long time, the doctor finally opened his mouth:

"It is already the limit to maintain with the current top-notch medicine. If you want to continue to live, you can only fight poison with poison. Let me first explain that this medicine is not good for your body, but it can make you barely survive for a week. This formula It is made from the neurotoxins excreted by the killer wasps and rattlescorpions in the southern continent. In addition, there are several kinds of plants in the eastern continent that are deadly. Under the combined effect of these poisons, you will It will hurt so much that you can't rest your eyes, like ten thousand ants eating your body, but the pain can stimulate your heart to keep beating, even if you will suffer unimaginable pain, are you willing to continue to live, Your Majesty?"

Louis XIII answered without hesitation:

"I would."

Chapter 144 The Unpopular Genius

Just when Louis XIII agreed to the doctor's plan to prolong his life with poison, a harsh sound of laughter suddenly came from outside the door.

"Why are you still lingering, you old man, if you want me to say that it is better for you to die sooner, there is no point in living for a few more days except to make you look more pathetic."

Looking at the entire Shengluer Kingdom, there was only one person who dared to speak to Louis XIII in such a tone, and that was Louis XIII's biological son.

Hearing his son's voice, Louis XIII's already weak body immediately deteriorated.

How sad that his own son is so looking forward to his own death.

"Cough-cough-"

Louis XIII coughed hard, the dark red blood stained the white sheets, and he felt dizzy at the moment, as if there were countless flies buzzing in his brain.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm used to it..." Louis XIII knocked on his forehead, and then smiled helplessly, "Speaking of which, I'm about to die, so let's see the last face of that unfinished fellow. Wait till he's dead. After that, I won't have to see this little beast again, and I can finally go back to my ancestors, so it seems that death may not be a bad thing."

Wrinkled fingers pointed to the door:

"Let the prince come in."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The attendant opened the door.

The prince standing outside the door had blond hair that was as dazzling as the sun, but unfortunately his character was rotten to the core. Seeing his face, Louis XIII had a nausea like a nerve reflex, which made him want to. Vomit.

He thought that Prince Louis might show a trace of concern and sadness when he saw that he was about to die, but unfortunately he did not have the expression as a "human" at all, the feelings reflected in the prince's blue pupils, There is only unparalleled malice and ridicule, and even the corners of his lips are slightly raised, just like watching a funny circus performance.

"Hey, I said old thing, weren't you very energetic when you beat me with the whip before? Why is it suddenly dead these days? Why don't you find a male doctor?"

"roll…"

"Can you speak louder, you shouldn't be a sissy, right?"

Qi and blood surged, and the king felt that if he continued to speak, his blood vessels would burst.

This little beast didn't come to see him for the last time, this little beast... came to urge his life.

For a moment, the king wanted to use his last strength to kill the prince, but when he thought of the woman he once loved, he turned his head and closed his eyes, not to look at the prince.

At the same time, more than ten people, including doctors and servants, stood up one after another, and made a gesture that they would drive the prince away even if they used violence.

"Even if you are His Majesty the Prince, we will not allow you to continue talking to the King like this."

However, Prince Louis was even more aggressive. He walked to the king's favorite rocking chair and sat down with his legs raised. His appearance was no different from a rogue in the market.

"It's you who should leave now! The next king is me, treat me with respect, and I forgive you. Get out now!"

However, none of the doctors, attendants, and the butler who took care of the palace left. They stared at Prince Louis, their eyes seemed to warn Prince Louis that if he said one more word, they would throw the prince away like trash. Thrown out of the palace.

At this moment, an elf man walked into the bedroom. The elf man in a military coat looked only about twenty-five years old, but in fact he was in his forties. The person who came was three. One of the grand marshals, Vitaro Sylph Lianqing.

As soon as he entered the door, he politely said to the attendants:

"I'm sorry I didn't inform you in advance, but now that the prince and I have to meet with His Majesty in private, can I trouble you to go out?"

Louis XIII looked at Marshal Lianqing, then at his son, sighed slightly, and said to the attendants:

"You all go out first."

The attendants then left the dormitory one after another. After they closed the door, Marshal Lian Qing used sound insulation magic to isolate the dormitory from the outside world.

"It's good to see you before you die, Vitaro. At this time, you and this little beast came to see me, probably for the aftermath of my death?"

Although Louis XIII was seriously ill, he was not confused, even more sober than ever.

He could see that the prince and the marshal should have formed some kind of alliance. In this way, maybe this little beast is not a pure waste, otherwise Vitaro would not come together with the prince.

Marshal Lian Qing didn't say his purpose for the first time, but walked up to Louis XIII with a sad face, his expression not the slightest false.

"His Majesty…"

The marshal lightly held the king's withered palm and said softly:

"The years are not forgiving. I didn't expect you to become what you are now."

"Anyone will have a day like this, it's no big deal."

Once, Marshal Lianqing served as the adjutant of Louis XIII. With Louis XIII's expedition to the north and south, and after many battles, he became an independent Marshal. The Marshal has always respected the king, after all The king who led the soldiers to charge is rare in history.

"Can you tell me why you came together with this little beast, and what secrets are you hiding?" Louis XIII looked at Marshal Lianqing and the prince with hopeful eyes, "Could it be that my son is not a waste of wood? Tell me so I can rest my eyes too."

The prince leisurely lit a lady's cigarette. Marshal Lianqing first glanced at the prince, and after meeting his eyes, he said to the king:

"Yes, Your Majesty. Although your son is severely flawed in personality, in other respects he is unquestionably a genius."

"Is he a genius?" Louis XIII turned his head to look at the prince with difficulty. Of course he hoped that his son was a genius, but he suddenly recalled the prince's performance all the time. Apart from getting drunk at the bar and hanging out with strip girls, he seemed to also How can he be a genius if he hasn't done anything up-and-coming?

Suddenly, Louis XIII frowned, thinking of a possibility.

Perhaps this was a well-meaning lie that Marshal Lian Qing deliberately fabricated before his own death, to make him mistakenly believe that his son could lead the kingdom of Shengluer to glory, so that he could go on the road with peace of mind when he died.

But at this moment, he saw through this easily debunked lie.

"How talented is he?" asked the king.

"I'm afraid he is the most gifted king of the Elba family ever."

"I do not believe."

-Snapped!

Prince Louis kicked the table, gritted his teeth and said:

"Old man, who cares if you believe it or not? I'm not here today to play time-wasting family games with you. I can't squeeze a single tear out of your dog-like appearance before you die, all my tears. It all faded away when my mother died! It's all your fault, if it wasn't for your incompetence, my mother wouldn't have died..."

Chapter 145 You Will Be Louis XIV

The prince's words deeply stabbed the king's heart. In my memory, the queen died of food poisoning. At the moment when she died, the king's heart was also stripped in half. The queen died not peacefully that day. Left the world with eyes open.

"I swore to God to protect her, but I didn't keep my promise, and now I'm leaving."

"Okay, don't pity yourself here, it's disgusting just by looking at it."

Prince Louis looked contemptuous, and the king murmured:

"But what can I do? She died naturally. It turns out that you hated me because of the death of your mother. It doesn't matter. I thought you were born with a cold temperament, but to be honest, when I knew that you were a mother I felt a lot more comfortable when I hated me for my death."

"You stupid thing to say that your mother died of natural causes is hopeless, is your brain full of shit? This is a coup! The coup that overthrew the Elba family, you still In the dark?"

Prince Louis took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and recalled the traces of that day.

On that day, the royal family was like being played by a monkey. Prince Louis regarded that day as the most humiliating day of his life. Today, he is once again angry at his father's ignorance and self-righteousness.

"Coup? Impossible. For so many years, the ministers have respected and loved me, and they even held a celebration banquet today. Are you mistaken?"

"Stupid, stupid, tell you, Machiavelli poisoned, my mother died at the hands of Machiavelli, and it's so funny that you're self-satisfied until you die. I might as well tell you, The doctor who suggested using poison to save your life just now, the housekeeper, and the three servants who stood on your left just now are all spies that Machiavellian planted beside us!"

The king looked incredulous. After the death of the queen, Duke Machiavelli, who was inextricably linked with the Elba family, has been greeting him and treating himself like a brother.

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Is the evidence?" Prince Louis sneered and muttered, "It's almost time."

After about two minutes, there was a knock on the door outside, and Marshal Lian Qing temporarily stopped the soundproofing magic.

"Bring it in."

Pushing the door and entering were two knights in silver armor, they walked into the room together with a maid who had obviously just been tortured. in a deep coma.