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"ah!"

"Oh, my God, it's not good! The king's maxilla has been pulled out!"

"Oh, God!"

"Oh my God, the blood can't stop. Hurry up, find a way to save the king..."

"Here's here!"

Louis XIV opened it and saw a red soldering iron.

"Si!"

The soldering iron burned his bleeding upper lip, and Louis XIV screamed and fainted.

...

Many days later, Louis XIV's wound healed.

He can still drink delicious wine, but the wine can easily leak out from his upper lip.

He sat on the toilet, feeling the feeling that he could never come out, and his brows frowned deeply.

Because he spent too much time on this every day, he had already started meeting guests on the toilet.

On that day, Louis XIV met François Felix, the doctor who treated him for anal fistula.

"Felix, are you ready for surgery?"

"My king, I need six months to prepare, but now three months have passed..."

"I don't want to listen to you!" Louis XIV furiously threw out the wine glass in his hand and shouted: "I'm fed up!"

Felix shrank his neck and whispered: "But there is not enough experiment. Injuring the king's sphincter muscle, there is a risk of incontinence..."

Louis XIV was silent.

After a long time, he asked Felix to retreat and recruit his foreign minister.

"Has that respectable ally from Dongfang replied to me? Will he send an Oriental doctor to treat my anal fistula? I can't risk the sphincter being cut by that stupid doctor."

"Oh, my king, he did not reply. But his foreign minister told us that the oppression of Siam must be stopped and the black law must be abolished, otherwise..."

"What did you say?" Louis XIV roared angrily: "I, King Louis XIV of the Sun, have just defeated the arrogant William with him. Will he turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around and turn around?"

"Your Majesty the King, we do not seem to have made an alliance with him. Your letters with him are private contact. When it comes to this, they also ordered us to stop occupying his achievements in the Netherlands..."

"Shut up, shut up! You stupid pig!"

...

"His Majesty the King, Mrs. Mantenon is here."

Louis XIV, who had finished meeting with the stupid diplomat, felt a little better when he heard this.

Mrs. Mantenon was Louis XIV's mistress.

She is no longer young, but she is still charming in her forties.

She was once the wife of the poet Paul Scaron. After her husband died, she became a widow. She runs a salon based on her husband's connections. Later, in order to become a nanny, she took care of the sons of Louis XIV and other mistresses.

Later, she became Louis XIV's mistress and was just named the Marquis of Mantenon this year.

On that day, when Mrs. Mantenon saw Louis XIV, she began to tell the latest news she encountered.

"I met a noble woman from the East in the salon. She was the friend of the King of Smile, a real nobleman named Huazhiya. Oh, she is the same age as me, but she has never been married yet. She is such a arrogant and interesting person. His Majesty the King must meet her."

"Is that so? Why did she come to my territory?"

"I'm here to travel, and she'll go to England next. Oh, that strong oriental aristocratic temperament..."

Louis XIV listened and said slowly, "Is that so? It seems that I am going to write a letter to James."

After his mistress left, he opened the letter and wrote it.

"My friend, do you remember that the King of Smile in the East once defeated the British Navy after the Battle of England and the Netherlands? I got the news that he will launch troops against Britain again. Recently, someone will go to Britain to find out the truth and reality of the navy. Please be sure to kill her..."

A letter came from France to Britain and came to James...

James's son of King Charles I of England was imprisoned at St. James' Palace during the British Civil War, and a man dressed as a woman and fled to the Netherlands.

After Charles I was executed on the guillotine, James fled to France and served in the French army. Therefore, he was a friend of Louis XIV.

He did not return to England until Cwellener fell and now serves as the Supreme Secretary of the Navy.

After receiving the letter, James took the matter very seriously and ordered the arrest of a woman from the East.

However, when a ship fired a roaring artillery on the coast of the British Isles, he realized that he had been deceived by Louis XIV.

That "Branch of Flowers" is not an ordinary person, but an important figure who can really cause war.

"Damn Louis Bourbon, why didn't he arrest this woman on his territory..."

The 18th year of the New Calendar.

"Hahaha."

In Guangzhou, the Thirteenth Tourist Party, Huazhi got off the sea boat. When he saw a manager coming up, he threw the bag on his body over.

"There is nothing fun in Europe, it's dirty, messy and bad."

"Yes, just have fun with the boss."

"What is it? Are you crazy? I say you're not having fun." Huazhi said, "It's so uneasy."

The manager said: "Yes, yes, I thought of it, so I specially prepared a hot pot to welcome the boss."

"Okay! You're very good!"

"Boss, I dare to ask if this person is..."

The manager turned around and saw a foreign man in his thirties walking with the translator beside Huazhi.

The man had long brown curly hair, a square face, a long and pointed nose, but his eyes were bright, with a thoughtful look.

When he saw the manager, he chuckled a few words with the general interpreter.

The translation said: "He said that his name is Isaac Newton, and he is very happy to come to the East, hoping to have more communication with wise Eastern scholars..."

The manager was stunned, and Huazhi waved her hands again and said, "I'll arrange this for you, I'll go eat it..."

At this time, they had just arrived by the carriage, but they saw a handsome young man among the crowd brought by the manager, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, and was flipping through a book with interest.

Huazhi said "Huh" and asked, "Where did the little kid come from? She is so handsome and a little familiar."

The manager whispered: "It's Mr. Yi of the Wang family. He is going to go to the Maritime School to enroll. He lives with us temporarily. I heard that the boss is back today and will come with me to pick you up."

"Oh, Wang Xiao's son?" Huazhi was a little disappointed and said, "How can he let him pick me up?"

Soon, Wang Yi stepped forward and bowed: "I have seen Aunt Huazhi, but I haven't seen her for many years."

"Is that so? Do you remember seeing me when you were a kid?"

"I don't remember it, but I heard from my parents."

"As hypocritical as your father." Huazhi said: "I forgot who you are anyway. I have been out for more than ten years, and you have many brothers and sisters."

"Yes, my aunt is indeed a straightforward person." Wang Yi smiled, looking very shy.

Huazhi then became curious and asked, "By the way, who is your mother?"

Wang Yi was about to speak, but Huazhi said again: "Wait, let me guess."

"This... OK." Wang Yi was a little helpless.

"It's not my sister, nor Chunning. Their sons aren't as shy as you."

"My mother is indeed not the aunt or the second mother."

"It must be Qian Duoduo, she has enough of her body. It must be Qin Xiaozhu or that bad woman. Ha, your temperament. Well, it is probably Ying'er..."

When Huazhi said this, she saw that Wang Yi was really likable and suddenly said, "By the way, do you recognize me as your godmother? I have made a lot of money, and I am still worried about whom I will give to if I die."

Although Wang Yi looked shy, he was not very good at being. He bowed obediently and called out, "Godmother. I am also worried about my many brothers and sisters. I will have to worry about my livelihood in the future and not study hard."

"Hahaha, you kid is pretty wonderful, it doesn't look like Ying'er. If Wang Xiao hadn't brought my sister Yuanyuan, then there would be only two possibilities left. Choose one of them, I guess which one is it..."

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