I Am Louis XIV

Molière and his Glory Troupe entered Paris staggeringly, but they were a little unlucky because they couldn't find someone who could guarantee them, so they couldn't borrow a house to settle down, so some people thought they should Go to the Duchess of Montpensier, after all, the Duchess appreciated their drama very much at that time, but then she didn’t know what happened, and the Duchess suddenly left St. Fargo-of course, they know now, that is Because the duchess got the king's pardon, and immediately set off for Paris.

Only Molière has a different idea, only he knows why he... doesn't really want to see the Duchess of Montpensier, because he took a sum of money from the king's envoy Count d'Artagnan , just wrote and rehearsed such a little play about a stingy father and a foolish daughter overnight. At that time, the Duchess was touched with pain in her heart, and she couldn't react for a while, but it was hard to say that she would not have any associations when she saw him again—— —But since that Mr. d'Artagnan promised to introduce him before the king, then he should go to the other side's door.

Mr. d'Artagnan is now a well-known figure in Paris. Once he returned to Paris, the king fulfilled his promise and made him the acting captain of the guard company. Now he can be truly Called an earl; and his reputation for flirtatiousness has gone from the streets to the court, and it is said that many noble ladies are willing to spend a lot of money for him, and he also likes to ride triumphantly on the horse rewarded by the king after being well-dressed ( The new horse, his old handsome black horse, which had been lost at the unknown inn), paced the streets of Paris.

D'Artagnan was not unwilling to Molière's request, and the king did mention to him that if there is an excellent theater troupe or musician, he can recommend it to him—he readily agreed and served as a guarantee I helped Molière rent a two-story building near the Red Children’s Market. This small building has a long history. It has been repaired, but take a closer look at the corners—the floors that have been pried away, the walls that have been blackened by fire, the zenith with no lampstands and only a brown round hole, the windows without glass and the door panels without door handles...but It would be nice to have a place to stay for the exhausted troupe, who had lived in the stables and cowsheds, occupying several rooms with noisiness, leaving Molière and the landlady for a few dollars. Home bargaining.

When Molière returned to them, his lady companion built a fire in the middle of the room, put the earthen pots they had brought, poured some water into the earthen pots, and added salted dried meat and beans. , this is their dinner - if others see this scene, they will feel desolate, but Molière has great confidence, he rubs his hands quickly like a huge fly, full of ambition ——They are already in Paris, this is the best step, although the air quality here is obviously not comparable to that of San Fargo, but as long as they can win the favor of the king, they will be able to move to a better place soon , You can also eat fresher and tastier food.

Like potatoes, which are said to be very delicious. He saw them in the kitchen. It is said that the output is very abundant, but it has not yet reached the point where a small troupe leader can get his hands on it—but it may be possible in Paris, after all, this is the king’s favorite potato. One of my favorite foods.

"Baptiste! Come to the soup!" A loud shout interrupted Mr. Molière's fantasy, and his female companion, who was also the only female singer in the troupe, was taking a spoonful of beans from the clay pot, Discreetly poured into a tin dish that had been punched no less than five or six holes.

"Come here!" Molière shouted, "Also, call me Molière!" He looked away from the window as he spoke, but at this moment, the scene on the street corner suddenly caught his attention.

Not only did he not return to his friends, he even stretched out half of his body and head with great interest, watching a group of people crying and shouting and being forcibly driven out of a dark and narrow alley. In terms of clothes, the living conditions of these people do not seem to be the worst. Some of them are bloated - in this era when clothes are still quite valuable, they can almost be regarded as inheritance or reward, they can even be called And their cries were quite strong and clear... They were begging those fierce soldiers, begging these terrible people not to drive them out of their homes.

"What are they doing?" The lady singer, who had not been able to wait for Molière, poked her head out from under his elbow. "What did they do?"

These are two questions that sound very similar, but have very different meanings. Yes, men are complaining, women are begging, old people are praying, children are wailing and sobbing, and everyone who sees and hears It is inevitable that there will be a little pity, but since Molière left home, I don’t know how many places he has passed. He can see that these people are not the innocent people they claim at all. Judging from their group, Strong men gathered in small groups, then an old man surrounded by boys and children, young women led by older ladies, some with babies, but they did not Concerned about how the children are doing, they will even throw the baby's swaddle on the ground during the quarrel and push, and let them cry.

"It's a den of thieves," said Molière. "Look," he pointed to his companion, "those strong men are thieves or robbers, and they gather because they are used to being with their fellows." together; look at that person," he told his girlfriend to look at those surrounded by dozens of children: "normal people don't have so many children of the same age, that's the teacher of the thieves, and their teacher Master, he wears so many clothes—there are more than a dozen layers of shirt collars alone, three coats, and those cumbersome accessories, which are all stolen goods; and those women are almost all 'famous women', Although they may not deserve such a title-I'm afraid there are not many good customers here to win, I mean, compared to Boulogne, there may only be thieves, sailors, laborers or merchants here, so they often buy They can't afford expensive contraceptives and have children, that's what you see, so they don't care at all... Anyway, they grow up like this, either thief or..." Molière shrugged.

"Then those are police officers?"

"Maybe," Molière said absent-mindedly. He quickly took out a small notebook from his pocket, and began to write and draw on it with a charcoal pencil. Collecting materials all the time was the greatest reliance on his success. He deeply memorized these scenes and characters, and then used them in his plays—just when he was concentrating on writing the last word, he heard his female partner laugh.

"What's wrong?" Did something interesting happen again?

"Look," cried his lady companion, and Molière followed her line of sight to see a nobleman in a long black cloak boarding a carriage in dismay, followed by a hailstorm of Shoot the usual dead mice, cats and dogs, and even half-rotten fish.

"It seems that this is the person in charge of this matter." Molière turned a page of the notebook and hurriedly added a few words.

Um, that, what’s the matter with Chapter 72—the whole story is big, or is it a problem from the waist down to the knees?