Chapter 646 Charles VIII of Fanglu Palace
Entering November of 1446, the first snow began to fall in some places in the northern region bounded by the Nao'an River, but Huaqiu City, located on the vast golden plain, was still cool.
Even in the royal garden Fanglu Palace outside Hanaqiu City, there are still delicate roses blooming in the greenhouse, and there are even fresh grapes hanging on the grape trellis.
The servant carried a copper kettle and poured the steaming hot spring water into the flowerbed. In the early morning, the dewdrops on the flowers shone in the sun, forming a pearl-like light.
The window lattice is inlaid with rose-patterned stained glass. The cold sunshine in late autumn shines on the window, and the ground immediately reflects a colorful ripple of water.
Sitting in the colorful water waves, Lorenzo elegantly picked up a gold-leaf white porcelain cup, took a sip of black tea, and then read through the information and letters in his hand again.
In the vast grassy square in front of the flowerbeds and hedges, several noble ladies holding decorative paper umbrellas laughed and acted coquettishly at the handsome young men playing with the big dogs on the grass.
The young man didn't hear anything. He just chased and fought with the huge snow mountain wine dog, which made the noble lady stamp her feet and scream.
In the end, a noble lady couldn't bear it anymore. In order to send them to the palace to meet His Highness the King, the family spent a lot of money.
"Your Highness the King." She pretended to run forward a few steps. When her feet stumbled, she screamed like an oriole and fell pitifully to the ground. "Your Highness, I fell~"
"Good dog, good dog!" Rubbing the big dog's head, the young man pulled the cloth ball out of the dog's mouth and threw it into the distance, "Pick it back, pick it up!"
"Your Highness, Your Highness... I fell. My legs hurt so much." The noble girl fell to the ground in shock and could only continue to call.
The other noble ladies cursed secretly and called out with the same smile: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
"Oops, I'm suffering from heat stroke, Your Highness."
"My arms are numb, maybe I'm having heart palpitations."
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
"Shut up, you're making so much noise, you stinky bitches!" The young man's roar shook the dew off the rose petals, and several noble ladies suddenly fell silent.
The entire green grassland was eerily quiet, except for the snow mountain wine dog, which was swiping its tail, happily holding the ball in its mouth and running to the young man's knees, rubbing against his thigh.
His eyes swept over the shocked and tearful faces of the ladies, and then looked at Lorenzo's dark and incomprehensible expression on the edge of the grass. The young man took a deep breath and suppressed the irritability in his heart:
"I'm sorry, I'm rude. The sun outside is too bright. Why don't you go back to the palace to change clothes and take a shower, so that I can have the honor of staying with you for brunch?"
"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness." Several ladies forced out smiles, but their voices were filled with a hint of grievance and uneasiness.
"Your Highness is so personable and considerate." Someone whispered in agreement, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.
Although they were so rudely scolded by His Highness the King, the ladies still refused to leave. They just supported each other and took the opportunity to leave and muttered in low voices, but they did not dare to let the young man hear them.
"You should stay properly close to the ladies, otherwise someone will spread rumors again." Although he was complaining, Lorenzo looked at the young man with eyes full of appreciation and satisfaction.
The young man in front of him is the new king of the Kingdom of France, Charles VIII. He is twenty-five years old and about 1.8 meters tall.
The long wavy golden hair is tied back with a ribbon, and the thick eyebrows are almost connected, but they are still flying with the owner's expression.
When he got closer, Charles VIII's face still bore the pits and pits left by acne, and he was even slandered as a leper by some people.
Lorenzo once tried to persuade the young king to use divine magic to repair it, but the newly enthroned Charles VIII rejected Lorenzo's proposal for a reason that still impresses Lorenzo.
"I am not a king because I wear a crown."
True to his words, in the ensuing political struggle over the crown, Charles VIII, with a pitted face, defeated almost all dissenters.
This enlightened, intelligent and ambitious young man, although still slightly frivolous in his behavior and words, seemed to Lorenzo to have the faint shadow of a hero.
The Holy Lord bless Fran, and He bestowed upon three wise and mighty monarchs of the Kingdom of Fran.
The only thing that dissatisfied Lorenzo was that the four generations of these three monarchs (including Charles VIII's father who died early) lacked interest in the opposite sex, but had a unique preference for beautiful boys.
When it comes to marriage and women, he often follows the rules and appears to be extremely "dedicated", but he is surrounded by a bunch of heroic young men with red lips and white teeth.
This really puzzled Lorenzo. Can this thing be inherited? As a result, the French royal family has passed down to three generations.
"They actually had the audacity to stay and eat." Charles VIII joked, "I thought at least someone would leave or give me a slap in the face." "The longer you stay here, the more it is an honor, Your Highness "Lorenzo put the letters into the book by category, and he said with a smile, "Why not do this as a convenient way to win over powerful people?"
"I don't understand."
"Hasn't Your Highness heard of a saying that is widely circulated in Huaqiu City?" The prime minister in black smiled narrowly, "Meeting you is equivalent to a dowry of 2,000 gold pounds, and having dinner with you is equivalent to a dowry of 5,000 gold pounds. Having a romantic relationship with you is equivalent to a dowry of 10,000 gold pounds.”
This is not nonsense. There are many powerful people who have risen to power by relying on the close relationship between their wives and the king. In the centralized France, the power of the nobles no longer comes from the territory but from the king's favor.
Sitting down on the cushioned chair, Charles VIII took a sip of black tea: "Every time like this, I miss the past era, when kings could still have equal lovers and friends."
"Oh, as you said, you have the queen as your lover." Lorenzo opened his arms, "The 3,000 officials of the royal government are your most supportive friends."
"What you said is a bit too humorous." Wiping the sweat on his forehead with a towel, the young king casually flipped through the information Lorenzo had just compiled, "Has the new issue of Pravda arrived?"
"Your Highness, my information is not a tool for your entertainment."
Although he said this, Lorenzo still handed over the new issue of "Pravda" honestly.
After all, since the beginning of the "liberal rights controversy", Charles VIII has paid attention to this small country located in the Longmien Mountains.
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There are many factions and monks who are dissatisfied with the church, and Qianhehe Valley is the first to raise a flag against it.
Not only can they object, but they can even support their views with a new logical and self-consistent system.
At this time, the theological debate in the Thousand Valleys had evolved into the theodicy version, while Lorenzo's side still stayed at the liberal version.
But this version of freedom alone was enough to make Charles VIII put his head close to the newspaper and read it word for word.
It wasn't until he read it twice that Charles VIII breathed out a breath: "What a man who is born free, they dare to say so."
For Charles VIII, the content of theological debates in this newspaper was neither new nor new.
He said it was not new because his theological teachers, the Ayr scholars, had already explained these issues to him overtly and covertly. He said it was new because it was the first time that someone had solved it so straightforwardly.
"With this statement that people are born free, those citizens will definitely become their supporters." Lorenzo flicked the newspaper in his hand, "This is a saint whose grandson is worthy of being a demon and liar. He has truly reached the pinnacle in his ability to confuse the world. ”
Although Lorenzo immediately clamped down on the content in Pravda after becoming aware of it, the aftermath of this theological storm had already begun to spread along rivers and roads.
As long as the citizens who come into contact with the doctrine that allows the pursuit of real-life happiness come out, they will naturally slowly convert to the Holy Way sect.
Fortunately, the current scale is not large after all. Even if this ideological movement wants to ferment, it will not be possible within a year or two.
What about just a year or two later? Both of them fell into silence for a while.
"Now that the north and south popes are divided, they can't take action. Otherwise, if all the great scholars are organized to launch a concentrated attack, they will suffer a lot." Standing up, Charles VIII took the newspaper and walked around twice in the sun. " Can we control these things from entering the Kingdom?”
"It can't be stopped." Looking at the dense text in the newspaper, Lorenzo shook his head, "The mouths of low-level monks and priests have been covered for too long. Now that there is such a platform for venting, the letters will be like Flying towards the Thousand River Valley like rain
It's better to block it than to open it up. There's no reason why we can't find what they can do.
We can just pick some suitable ones, find a few big scholars to endorse them, and then make them our own. ”
"Well, you send a letter to Castle Joan and order the farmer to control this religious enthusiasm and not to spread it."
"There is no need for me to send a letter. They will soon have no energy to advocate those novel theological views." Lorenzo showed a mysterious smile, "My little bird told me that the nobles in Lilac Corridor are preparing to start attacking Black Snake in advance. A big sweep in the Bay.”
The so-called big sweep is actually a wave of invasion and suppression of the wizards in Black Snake Bay by the surrounding nobles and demon hunters.
"Strangulation of Black Snake Bay in advance, why?"
Lorenzo took an elegant sip of black tea and picked up a sugar cube: "What do you think?"
(End of chapter)