Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796

Chapter 120 020 There are always people who are bold enough to do something even though they know there is a knife on their heads

Soloviev didn’t know one thing. It was true that he loved Louisa, but there were also many people in the court who admired the Crown Princess. In addition to the farce of Count Platon Zubov in the early years, there were also some young officers who were eager to try, especially those who were about the same age.

However, they all had the courage to do it, but they didn’t have the opportunity.

Soloviev thought it was very dangerous. He had the intention to do it, and he was not lacking in courage, but he always thought that he should choose a time when Alexander was in Poland to express his love to His Highness.

After all, among all the officers of the Guards, his working conditions were the most convenient for doing so. After all, he was responsible for arranging the sentry posts and the time for changing shifts.

Moreover, because he was the battalion commander, he even had his own barracks office and lounge, which were all solitary and relatively safe. He was also carrying out his own "conspiracy" here, provided that he eliminated those potential rivals that he could see. Even if he did not do so himself, he had to ensure the safety of His Highness.

Because Alexander was not around, Louisa always had no one to talk to, so she became more and more dependent on little Maria.

She took the child with her almost everywhere she went, except for a while when she would leave for dinner. She was with him when he took a bath and slept. She was even always careful to put the child in the cradle after coaxing him to sleep in her arms.

Or the child simply grabbed her chest and would not let go, so she had to take him to bed and sleep together, not only during naps, but also at night.

The child seemed to be regarded as everything to her. When she called Maria, she sometimes called her "mon mouse". If Julie saw it, she might think that there was no mother who was more attached to her daughter than her own mother, Madame Lebrun.

It was good for her to be like this. When Alexander was outside with colorful flags flying, he stayed at home with his children and received a lot of sympathy.

However, among the sympathy he received, it would be fine if it was sympathy from the circle of noble ladies. This is always a topic worth discussing. It can be said that the Crown Princess is a model of noble ladies. If her husband is also at home, it can be said that her happiness is probably not even comparable to that of the lady at No. 17 Nevsky Avenue.

Alexander likes his daughter, but he prefers to be outside.

In this case, there are always some officers of the Guards whose eyes are greener than Solovyov's green eyes. One by one, they want to become flower protectors, hoping to see her beauty, and at night they will become Mike Old Wolf and howl.

However, Solovyov has always wanted to let these guys know who is the eldest brother among the young officers in the Guards - although his age is still the youngest in the roster.

Even in history, Okhotnikov, who wrote love letters to Queen Elizabeth, was older than Soloviev. He was born in 1780, and he did not appear in St. Petersburg at this time. He did not join the Guards Cavalry until 1801.

If he knew his resume, Soloviev would still complain, do cavalry captains like to seduce ladies so much?

And the story of this young cavalry officer is even more outrageous.

These young officers are so arrogant that they cannot be surpassed. Soloviev learned about it from Fyodor Tolstoy, who was a lieutenant here. This young man was also paid off by Soloviev for his gambling debts. After transferring from the navy to the army, Soloviev also happened to come to the Guards from the front line and became his direct battalion commander.

"Mishka, you have to listen carefully. We, the lieutenants and ensigns, were drinking in the tavern, and those talkative guys started saying that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince often didn't return to his own palace, but went to the Polish girl from the Naryshkin family. What, don't you feel surprised?"

"I am responsible for the security of the palace. Although I have the lowest qualifications among the four battalion commanders, I do the most work. I know this. On the streets of Petersburg, there are many people who sympathize with Her Royal Highness Elizabeth. They all say that she is a poor person. From her manners to her beauty and personal character, she is the best in Petersburg. It is not surprising that she has a "little lover" by her side, isn't it? a way of speaking?"

"That's exactly what happened, Mishka. I don't think you're surprised at all. I think it's a little amazing!"

"The cafe downstairs from my house is rented out. Some people from the regiment of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince talk like this. I say, Fedenka, although you used to be unreliable, you are a good guy. Can you hang out with these guys less?"

"As for me, hanging out with them can help you get intelligence. You rarely attend officer gatherings, and you're still single. You're called on by the emperor to perform missions all day long. If I hang out with this group of people, maybe I can get some valuable intelligence."

Soloviev was so angry that he laughed. It was news that everyone in St. Petersburg knew that the Crown Princess was pitiful. This Count Tolstoy was brave and aggressive. Now he had a duel life on his hand, but he was not a complete bastard, and he was not quite the same as Dolokhov.

Letting him go among the group of young officers was actually to gather intelligence. If there was really a conspiracy to murder Paul, it could be discovered in advance.

This guy can drink a lot and has extremely strong fighting skills. Apart from his love of women, gambling and holding grudges, he doesn't have any other problems.

But he is always more likely to cause disputes when he is like this.

"But this is not over yet, Mishka, my big brother, you have to listen to me. These people are trying to take advantage of the opportunity that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not in the palace to get close to the Crown Princess's bedroom at night."

They should not be members of the Cao family, but they all have this hobby. In fact, although Solovyov has not taken any action yet, he is also a reserve of the "Boss Cao Club".

It's just that such an arrogant guy is even more unreliable than the arrogant guy like Fyodor, which makes Solovyov himself full of suspicion.

Recently, he has been on night patrol, and he always has a share. If someone wants to approach the bedroom where the Crown Prince lives in Peterhof Palace, it would be fine if it was a stranger. Among these arrogant guards officers, many are members of this regiment.

Soloviev didn't even need to go to Dolokhov to verify, he probably already knew what these people were going to do.

"Fei Jianka, listen to me. Never mention this kind of thing to anyone else. Also, strengthen the guard work in the palace. Soldiers should be stationed at the gate and there should be secret sentries. All these should be arranged. In addition, our 1st Battalion has been on night sentry duty during this period, so we must pay attention."

"Don't worry about this. As long as we are on duty, we will definitely listen to you!"

"That's good. Also, are there any officers from our battalion participating in this ridiculous tavern carnival?"

"If this really happened, I would have been hit in the head in the duel!"

Hearing this, Solovyov knew that the other party must be telling the truth. This guy is very confident in his dueling skills throughout his life.

He said that he needed to strengthen the defense work, but because many officers made a bet, Solovyov and Fei Tolstoy didn't know which bastard was so bold and dared to come to the Crown Princess's bedroom at night.

Since there are such lawless lunatics, there may be someone who wants to murder the Tsar in the future.

After all, in Russia, anything abstract can happen. It's enough for a cook to cook, but there are also cooks who rebel.

Solovyov patrolled the Peterhof Palace himself. Anyway, he had nothing to do when he was on duty at night. He rested during the day and worked at night. In the past few days, the problem of malnutrition in the flower garden has been solved. He also has the mind to send flowers to various palaces to decorate the palaces and improve the mood of everyone in the palace.

Including these soldiers on guard, Agapeyev was arranged to stand guard at the door of the Crown Princess. Next to him was a pot of roses. It bloomed well during the day. He could enjoy his eyes when he was on duty, but when he was on duty at night, there was nothing to see except the bright moonlight.

He kept in mind what the major said, strengthened vigilance and ensured safety. When on duty in the palace, the soldiers of the Guards all had this creed.

If they went out to fight, they would crush all enemies who dared to invade.

However, daily work must be done, and now you have to keep your ears open.

He could hear some rustling noises behind the bushes. There are many places in the palace that are easy to hide in this way. Maybe someone will pop out of the bushes at any time.

This caused the private soldier of the Guards to be highly alert, but he still stood the rifle in front of him. He often did this when on duty, pretending that nothing had happened. If something popped out, he could open fire directly without responding to the command.

After all, the royal family members were all sleeping in their respective places at this time. Even the Tsar himself, if he went out at night, he would bring two Guards officers with him and would respond to the command.

It was at this time that when a dark shadow appeared behind the bushes in front of him, he shouted.

"Command!"

Seeing that the man did not answer, he raised his rifle, but what responded to him was continuous shooting from the pistol.

But this guy's shooting skills are really crooked. Agapeev must be a tall and strong target to be selected as a soldier in the Guards. After firing four shots in a row, none of them hit the human body, but only knocked his hat off.

"Сукаблять! The tradition of our Guards is to have flying hats!"

Then he found a good cover, loaded the gun, and blew the alarm whistle.

In history, there would be no assassination or coup plot in Peterhof Palace. Everything was done in the city, not even in the Imperial Village.

This also alarmed all the soldiers and officers who were on guard in the palace at night. Soloviev himself was on duty in the bedroom of Tsar Paul. After all, the Tsar had not gone to bed yet.

Paul came out in pajamas, looking very tired.

"Soloviev, where are the gunshots coming from?"

"Your Majesty, it's coming from the bedroom of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The Tsar himself knew that his eldest son and heir always lingered around his mistresses. As a father, he could educate him about this, but whether he could listen was another matter.

In this case, he could only counsel his daughter-in-law with Queen Maria to be more charming and win her husband back from the "vixen". At the same time, he could not prohibit Alexander from having a mistress, which was also a common phenomenon in the palace. For example, he spent most of his time with his wife, and he also had to find a few noble ladies to chat about personal matters. As for the last time he slept with a woman other than his wife, it was arranged by his mother, the Queen.

"You lead the team to take a look and ensure the safety of the palace."

However, Solovyov did not dare to relax the security work in the Tsar's bedroom. He only took two young officers with good skills. At this time, one of them was always Fyodor Tolstoy, because he was the most accurate with a short gun.

As for Solovyov, he was the most accurate with a long gun, but when he was on duty in the palace, he did not often carry a long gun, which was different from on the battlefield.

Agapeev only chased the man away from the front of the palace, but the man had already fled into the woods, so he had to send out patrols to chase him.

It was indeed horrifying that such a thing happened in the palace.

The shadow had been running towards the direction of the English Park. If he entered the park, it would be even harder to find him, as there was not even a guard there, especially in the birch house and the main palaces, where there was generally no one on duty.

However, it was on the path leading to the park that the guards with torches saw the outline of the man clearly in the weak light.

"It seems to be a uniformed man!"

Then they were fired back again, but this time Solovyov took the rifle from a soldier next to him and fired at the fire.

The man fell to the ground, and when the guards approached, Fyodor Tolstoy saw the man's face clearly.

"It's from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's Guards. Good man, your shot was really accurate, it went straight into the back. I'm not as good as you with a long gun."

"I'm not as good as you with a short gun!"

"Don't worry about who has a good shot, we have to explain to the emperor for showing up like this."

Inside the bedroom, Louisa, who always slept lightly, was awakened by the gunshots in the middle of the night. The child kept crying, causing the maid and the nanny to be in a panic.

As for the few guards guarding the door of the bedroom, they could only continue to stand guard there, without any better solution.

Until they saw the major who came to check at night, they came over to salute.

"You're back just in time. We still need to report to you!"

"You did a great job and prevented the assassin from succeeding. Are the princes and ladies inside okay?"

"To reply to the major, the two princes and the ladies are all fine, but little Maria is crying all the time. We can't do anything about it. We are soldiers and we can't do anything about crying children!"

"There's really nothing we can do!"

After he went in, he saw Louisa there, and Solovyov still had his gun on his back.

"Your Highness, I'm glad you're okay!"

He left the palace without saying much, also to avoid suspicion.