I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 28 Dinner Dance and Poem
"Ding, congratulations on obtaining the hidden skill: noble demeanor!"

[Aristocratic Manners]: You naturally possess any etiquette of nobles in the court. Even if you stare directly at the chests of the maids in your every move, even if you inadvertently button your booger or vent your anger, you Your demeanor is still full of aristocratic elegance, and your actions are not considered rude, but gentlemanly.

amount……

Peter felt that this would work too.

In the past, he was thin and thin, even if he knew court etiquette, he was quite satisfactory. After all, his foundation was not good. If he insisted on imitating the etiquette and posture of others, he would feel like imitating others.

But it's different now. Peter looked at himself in the mirror, and there was indeed a change. There was a kind of back-to-basics and naturalness after perfect mechanical movements.

It's as if a person practices boxing a thousand times and kicks [-] times a day, and after a year and a half, just punching and kicking casually will be different from others.

And this is just an incidental reward. Peter lifted his shirt and looked at it. There are faint pectoral muscles, and there are faint marks on the smooth stomach, and muscles can be felt on the arms.

He estimated that if the figure was added to the average soldier's 8, it should be like a bodybuilder.

And since it was estimated according to the soldiers, it should be streamlined, not made of protein powder.

Then he added the last bit of attribute to the stature as well.

Carry out obsessive-compulsive disorder to the end.

"Ding, you allocated a little body."

After distribution, the muscles are a little more pronounced.

At this time, the attribute points have been completely allocated, and his current attribute panel is as follows:
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Name: Peter Fedorovich

Status: Crown Prince of the Empire

Appearance: 5 (the average value of ordinary people is 5, the average value of handsome people is 10, and the average value of Pan An, Song Yu, and Wei Jie is 25)

Body: 7 (Serfs average 3, Nobles average 6, Soldiers average 8)

Physical strength: 20 (body strength includes two aspects, which are inseparable from each other, Song Duzong's physical strength is 30, and Lao Ai's physical strength is 20)

Heroic: 1 (one of the charisma attributes)

Unruly: 0 (Charisma attribute [-])
Evil: 0 (Russian Monk Evil 50, inspired special abilities to confuse and prophesy)

Distributable points: 0
Skills: proficient in Russian, strong as an ox, Baodiao pulls a carriage, aristocratic demeanor

other:

Order of St. Andrew Points: 28
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After adding some points, Peter felt refreshed. At this time, Voronzova came to invite Peter to have a meal.

The meal was in the outer hall, Peter walked over and said:
"You sit down and eat too."

Voroncova looked around, bowed to Peter and sat down gently.

Because it is evening, meals are relatively simple.

The most traditional borscht in Russia, adding potatoes, carrots, spinach, beef cubes and cream.

Russian-style red beef stew, which was passed down from Duke Stragonov’s family chef with the cooking method of French beef stew, plus the Russian native sour cream sauce, very fragrant and tender, even if it is not cold in the palace, eat it The last sip is also beautifully effervescent.

And the trendy kebabs are also on the table. This is not long after it was introduced from the Ottoman Empire. It is grilled with beef and mutton. It is very large and the aroma is floating in the palace.

There is also the most delicious complementary food, caviar from the Caspian Sea, which is rare and expensive, and each grain is like a black pearl.

Next to it is vodka with an alcohol content of 40%.

Voroncova also ate these things at her own home, but it was the first time to eat with His Highness, so she was quite nervous.

But slowly, she relaxed.

One cup of vodka, one cup of caviar, one spoonful of caviar, Voronzova couldn't eat the big kebab, Peter ordered her to swallow it, but Voronzova blushed and finally swallowed it, Looking at Peter resentfully, and having drank again, he was quite attractive.

Russians love to drink vodka. On the one hand, the weather is cold, and on the other hand, drinking this to keep warm is pure love. Peter tried it, and perhaps benefited from the potential effect of his physical strength, and he was not very drunk.

While drinking, he couldn't help but think of the knowledge he had seen in his previous life.

More than 100 years later, a brand will be born, Smirnoff Vodka, which was originally used exclusively by the royal family, and later sold well among the people. More than half of the military expenditure of the Russian Empire came from the collection of alcohol taxes on this kind of wine.

This is another point that he can take advantage of in the future. Now his aunt has not given the vodka monopoly to the nobles. After he reaches 100 St. Andre points, he will ask his aunt for it.

At that time, the throne was stable, and my aunt would definitely give it to her.

"Your Highness, drink..."

Vorontsova looked a little drunk, her eyes were blurred, but she still wanted to drink with Peter, and she loved food and drink.

"Okay, drink."

Anyway, there was nothing to do at night, and he would die if he learned French. He didn't think he had a talent for languages. If Lomonosov didn't come to him, he would never go to him.

Then if you have wine today, you will be drunk today!
Peter let go of the amount and started drinking with Vorontsova.

Halfway through the drink, Vorontsova suggested dancing again. With her appearance, it would be nice if she could walk forward, not to mention dancing. Peter readily agreed to see her joke.

After shaking both hands, Vorontsova leaned on Peter's chest and murmured drunkenly:

"His... Your Highness, you are so handsome, you... can you order all the male guards to go out..."

The smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of a girl rushed to the face, and it was soft. Peter felt that Voronzova was quite drunk, and he dared to ask himself.

Peter waved his hand, and all the male guards walked out, and only he, Voronzova, and the accompanying maids were left in the dining palace.

A court lady stepped forward and said softly:

"Your Highness, do you need a change of dance clothes?"

Peter did not respond for a while, and asked Voronzova:

"What dance do you want to dance?"

But it seemed that in the blink of an eye, Voroncova fell asleep, opened her eyes again after a while and said:
"I want to jump... um... want to jump..."

Then he fell on his head and fell completely on top of Peter.

The eyes closed, but the mouth opened and closed. Peter came closer and heard a few words, little dance steps.

Peter smiled slightly and looked at her clothes. She was wearing a girdle and shoes of a certain height. The petite dance is a slow and graceful dance handed down from the middle of the seventh century in France. It consists of small and rhythmic dance steps. Consisting of a bow, which, apparently, is not easy for Voronzova to bow in a tight corset.

Moreover, she closed her eyelids and didn't move her eyes now, so she was really asleep.

Handed Voronzova to the maid and arranged to rest in the side hall next to him, and he looked outside with vodka alone.

The scenery outside the window was dark and gloomy, but it was charming in his eyes.

He couldn't help sighing, this is the night of the eighteenth century!
At some point, the rest of the vodka ran out, Peter got excited and asked the maids to prepare pens and paper, and he wrote down
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"Beneficial and good peace,

You are loved and celebrated,
You give joy to kings and nations,

You are the happiness of the country and the security of the city.

With you, flowers bloom everywhere,

The wheat waves in the fields are golden.

Ships laden with treasure,

It is up to you to protect the sea voyage.

your generous hand

Move wealth to every place in the sea.

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Miracles of the Creator,

Surprising since ancient times.

He decided to continue doing good deeds,

so that the name may be proclaimed today.

The Lord sent greatness to Russia,
Do something unheard of.

He held his head high, through hardships,

one victory after another,

russia ravaged by barbarians
Reaching the sky in one step, standing tall.

On the bloody battlefield even the god of war Mars
Seeing Peter with the sword in his hand, he was also afraid,
Neptune, god of the sea, sees the Russian flag

I was also terrified and complained again and again.

The Neva was suddenly fortified with iron walls,

Lifting up the heavy buildings one after another, thousands of households,
Confused, he murmured to himself:

Am I being confused?
Have you lost your way all of a sudden?
Can't find the old way anymore?
So all kinds of amazing science

Over mountains, seas and rivers,

reach out to Russia,
Say to the great prince:
we are willing to do our best
new fruits of pure wisdom

Give it to the Russian people.

The sovereign invites them to be their guests,
So Russia already expects

See their hard work.

But alas!What a cruel fate!

a man who was supposed to be immortal

people who benefit our people
make our hearts ache,
He was taken by jealous fate,

How sad the peoples weep!
Even the top of Parnassus heard the cry
And groaned in pain,

The Muses wept,
Send great souls into heaven. "

Three years later, Lomonosov should have written "Elizabeth Petrovna's Enthronement Day Ode", which was written by him.

Then Peter waved his hand and said:
"Go, bring it to my aunt, and call her over to dance!"

(End of this chapter)