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

Chapter 30 Good Morning Garden and Bingling

Elizabeth also noticed Peter's strangeness. She couldn't recognize what kind of dance it was. It seemed to be a natural movement of the body, but her gestures were very graceful, as if it was a perfect display of court etiquette.

Is there still such a dance in the court?
Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder.

And her dancing didn't stop, although it was a bit like dancing separately, but fortunately, she could continue. Elizabeth simply threw away Peter and danced by herself.

She felt that she had never been so happy before, probably because she hadn't danced for a long time, but when she was immersed in it, she suddenly heard a snort, and then the atmosphere was dead.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the corner of Her Majesty's skirt.

There is a shoe on it.

It's His Majesty's shoes.

Fortunately, the one who played the music was also a woman. Fortunately, Mrs. Polia rushed quickly, and quickly grabbed the skirt that had slipped to her snow-white legs. She pulled it hard like a rally, and there was another snort, and the queen's skirt split into two.

Mrs. Polia took off her cloak and put it on the Queen. Elizabeth felt hot and cold, and the situation was resolved suddenly.

After waking up, Elizabeth couldn't help but sighed. She was still stepped on just in case. She looked at Peter, but seeing that Peter was indeed drunk, she couldn't help but snorted coldly.

It's obviously not a queen's bearing to care about it now.

Then she felt a little regretful.

Haven't finished dancing yet.

Glancing at the skirt half stepped on by Peter, Elizabeth glanced at Peter angrily, waved her hand, and went back to the palace.

After Elizabeth left, Peter was about to fall down in a daze, and was caught by a body, and then he was helped by someone to walk inside.

The next day, Peter woke up to the morning light, which was refreshing.

Vorontsova woke up early, thinking that yesterday she couldn't help feeling very regretful. It was a pity that she missed the opportunity to dance with His Royal Highness because she was drunk and fell asleep.

"Your Highness, let me wash your face..."

Peter finished dressing under the gracious attention of Vorontsova.

He thought about today's arrangements. Perhaps Lomonosov, who teaches French, will come today, as well as the feedback from people sending news papers, and the arrangement for the baptism of Voronzova's sister, and most importantly, he The butler sent to France to buy fashion.

But it has only been two days, and Russia and France are still separated by Poland and Prussia, even if they take the sea, it is not possible to get there in a day or two.

Regarding learning French, he will not take the initiative to find Lomonosov. He only hopes that the system will issue another task for himself. This kind of unaffected thing should be easy for the system, maybe it is because he has not yet triggered the task condition That's all.

As for the feedback from the newspaper, Peter sent Mirkowski and other guards out to inquire.

The next thing he could do was arrange for the baptism of Vorontsova's sister.

Doing what came to mind, Peter immediately went to his aunt's palace.

It's still early now, the affairs of state are being dealt with in another place, and my aunt hasn't left yet.

He went straight to his aunt's living room and saw that the maid was doing her aunt's hair. Peter asked her if she wanted to attend the baptism of Voronzova's sister.

Elizabeth pondered for a while and said:
"Since you are the godfather, then I will participate."

Well, my aunt was very kind, Peter said good morning to my aunt, and left before my aunt had anything to say.

But not long after he left, a maid from the aunt's palace hurried over and saluted him:

"Your Highness, His Majesty ordered that you are now grounded and cannot leave the palace."

After giving the order, the maid quickly took a peek at Peter and ran away.

"Ugh……"

Peter sighed, after all, he didn't escape.

He has now remembered what happened yesterday, he called his aunt over to dance, and stepped on his aunt's skirt. No one dared to throw away the trampled one, and it is still in his palace.

But my aunt's clothes are only worn once, and it is enough for the maids to throw them away.

After returning to the palace, Peter told Vorontsova to go to Count Roman's house and announce the good news to him.

As for the Orthodox Church, the patriarch he became would definitely preside over it himself, and my aunt would naturally send someone to notify me, so I didn't bother myself.

Before the baptism, Ivanovic will also return the checked Bible to himself.

Thinking of this, Peter couldn't help shaking his head.

What a fuss, how could he still play such childish tricks like Peter before.

He will not deal with the Patriarch.

The Orthodox Church is the state religion of Russia. Peter the Great took off one of the church bells, but now he has no capital to pick off the remaining three.

After Voroncova took the order to leave, he could not leave the palace, so he wandered around in the palace.

Unlike the end of the absolute monarchy, there were assassinations and mine bombings in Nicholas' era, but it is impossible to happen now, and the entire court is safe.

Little Ivan was locked in the fortress, and it would last until his wife ordered the guards guarding little Ivan to be rescued, so he killed little Ivan immediately, and it was impossible for him to launch a coup against his aunt, so everything was harmonious.

'Let's enjoy the beautiful morning light. '

Peter sighed.

The palace is very big, he didn't take a carriage, but just walked forward.

While walking, I opened my own panel and looked at the points of the Order of Saint Andrew. The aunt's eulogy I wrote yesterday actually got 10 points, which is really a surprise.

As soon as the fashion arrives, try to reach 100 points, and he will be stable.

Walking like this, I didn't realize I came to a garden.

The snow stopped yesterday, and icicles formed in some places in the urban area, including here. Although the garden is full of dead branches and leaves, the icicles hang on the trees, and the light shines on them, giving it a cool feeling.

The atmosphere was just right, and the artistic conception came up. When Peter was about to recite a poem, he suddenly heard a crackling sound, and a slab of ice was broken by something, and fell directly to the ground, turning into ice slag all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)