One Hundred Routes of Counterattack

On this day, the city of Nora San Betty became the focus of the entire continent.

The coup came suddenly and unexpectedly.No one thinks it can be successful, it may be special only because it is the capital of a country.However, he just appeared, happened, and climaxed like a storm...

Then, the most surprising thing was that in St. Betty, which was once known as the toughest city in the world, the "mob" threw the king into prison so easily.

Zhou Tiantian was sitting on a soft sofa with exquisite embroidery on the fabric covering and a luxurious Persian carpet in front of her. She was covered with a warm woolen blanket and stared fixedly at the fireplace in front of her. Like observing the shape of a flame in a fireplace.

She suddenly seemed to mutter to herself: "It's still a little cold."

The attendant at the side immediately added some firewood to the fireplace obediently. However, it was already very hot in the room, and the attendant standing upright was already sweating on his forehead.

But Zhou Tiantian couldn't feel the heat at all. Her face was pale, her lips were pale, and her forehead was sweating—cold sweat, and her hands on the blanket were trembling nervously.

Yes, her coldness did not come from the coolness of the night, but from her inner anxiety.

On the one hand, from morning to afternoon, although the news that came in all indicated that everything was developing as she had imagined, she was still instinctively worried that something unexpected would happen.She loves Oscar, from her admiration for a great man in history to her admiration for a hero now, so she can't help but worry about Oscar who is fighting outside.

She knew that if they won this match, Oscar would have a bright future ahead, and if they lost... no, no, they won't lose.

On the other hand, she still has both physical and mental pressure for such things that change the historical process of a country, a nation, or even the entire human society.

She couldn't help lowering her head and looking at her hands. In the past five years, she has done too many things, such as water conservancy spinning, steam engines, cotton gins, coal, steam locomotives, banking systems, joint-stock companies, and so on.

Unknowingly, she has changed the lives of many people, but she has never felt so deeply like today that she is participating in the formation of history and using her own hands to push history in another direction. shift.

To be honest, the feeling of changing history is a bit too heavy for her. She doesn't think it is as exciting and ambitious as those written in the novels she has seen before. She was overwhelmed and exhausted by the pressure of the whole world.

The closer to this day, the more intense the pressure. Today, she watched Oscar leave the house, and then sat on this sofa, watching the sky outside the window change little by little, and the pedestrians walking hurriedly outside: nobles, knights , army, pedestrians, rebels...

A person walked past her window. This well-sealed window specially made by her separated her from the outside world into two parts.When she was really facing this incident, she stood foolishly outside the world, watching helplessly.

"Zhou Tiantian, look what you've done..." She couldn't help but groaned, shivering and curling herself up on the sofa until the attendant thought she was cold and covered her with a blanket. Make an effort to appear less frightened and panicked.

With a "click", the door opened.

Zhou Tiantian's body shook suddenly, and she quickly looked towards the door.

A tall and handsome blond man appeared at the entrance. He took off his coat, handed it to the attendant, and frowned slightly: "Why is it so hot? Dear, are you cold?" He walked to Zhou Tiantian's room In front of him, his eyes showed concern, "You look really bad, what happened, did you catch a cold?" He reached out to touch Zhou Tiantian's forehead, a thin layer of sweat had already accumulated on it, But not hot.

Zhou Tiantian let him take away the blanket that gave her warmth, and asked someone to burn down the fireplace. She took the towel handed over by the attendant and wiped it for herself. Changed, staring blankly at this man who gave him an infinite sense of security.

"Oscar..." Her voice was very soft, as if it was about to melt into the air.

Oscar grunted.

"You, how are you?"

"Are you worried about me? Oh, dear, in fact, everything is going well, just like a script written by God and us together." Oscar's eyes flashed brightly, and he sat aside, hugging My lover, "Honey, it's thanks to you that I'm able to take this step. Before that, I didn't know that merchants received so much injustice, that their lives were so hard, you know, even if I only It’s just a declining nobleman, but he can still enjoy a higher status than the rich, and I won’t try to understand them or pity them. I really hope this matter can help them.”

After a pause, he laughed, "But it must have helped me first, you know, in Drades, I saved a lot of nobles from being killed by the rebels by mistake, I was appreciated, it is obvious , this is inevitable, maybe His Majesty the King will give me a medal later?"

He pressed his temples: "I don't know. Oh, yes, poor king, I really didn't expect that some people in the rebel army would dare to do this, and they went to unite with old Saiji, and now the palace is in chaos, but I know the king It will be released soon. To be honest, the Ditra family is now in control of the city center, and he is the king's confidant, I can't think of why he hasn't released the king until now."

He rambled on, obviously, even for him, today was too exciting a day.

And Zhou Tiantian's face gradually calmed down as he talked, as if she had really absorbed the warmth from his embrace. She no longer trembled, and a little blush appeared on her pale face. It seemed a little strangely excited.

Yes, excited.

Although her face was so calm, it was as if magma was hidden under the calm ice, her eyes revealed excitement.She clearly knew that this lovely and respectable man had no intention of being king, but so what?When the time comes, this kind of thinking is a matter of course, and she knows this. In order for her hero to reach a higher peak than in history, she does not suggest paving the way for him beforehand.

Yes, this time the opportunity is so rare, she can't think of any other chance to allow Oscar to enter the core of power, which can greatly reduce the power of the nobility and the clerical authority.

She stared fixedly at her lover's sharp and handsome face, thinking obsessively: "If you knew what I did, would you still love me?"Will you be afraid and stop interacting with me? '

She thought back to her own layout: Attracting Oscar's curiosity about the merchant class is not only to influence his future ruling ideas, but also to make him befriend people in the business association; to imply that his subordinates are in contact with the rebel army, a two-headed layout; to use Sergeant Sergeant of the palace had a good impression of him, which induced him to be dissatisfied with the current situation of the palace, and thus smoothly allowed the rebels to invade the palace...

Yes, now Oscar didn't know that it was "his" cause that the king was imprisoned, and he still hoped that he could use this to get the king's favor.And even those who arrested the king just wanted to express their protest in this way. How could they have expected that they would throw the king's authority on the ground and step on it several times through this incident. And want to take advantage of the chaos to control the king later?

Zhou Tiantian's eyes gradually became firmer. She knew that if anyone found her hands and feet at this point, it would cause huge damage and be beyond redemption.But history has changed, and it is impossible to return to the previous state. Now they have the upper hand, instead of retreating halfway, it is better to keep going!

'Oscar, I will take the throne for you and prepare everything. "

She said to her lover silently in her heart.

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When people wake up from the initial frenzy, panic, and surprise, they start to calm down and think about something more reasonable.For example, when this amazing day was over, many sleepless nights realized that there was nothing they could do to the king—failed merchants and "successful" nobles.The king is still the king, even now the king is in prison.

The nobles were a little embarrassed, they knew they had to let the king out.

But... when the messengers came to the prison, they found that the cell was completely different from what they had imagined.

No, it cannot be said that it is completely different, but it is clean and tidy here. Although it is not so luxurious and comfortable, the lit small brazier makes the room warm. There are small desserts and tea on the table, and there is a soft single bed. There is a bed, a comfortable sofa, and a few books on the hand table. The candle has been extinguished with a short burn.

The king lay on that bed, sleeping peacefully.After waking up from the disturbance, he calmly yawned and looked around the crowd: "What are you doing here?"

"..." Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, "Your Majesty, it's safe outside now. Look, can you go back to the palace?" A "smart man" tried to turn this incident into a "strategic" transfer of the king at a critical juncture. .

The king glanced at him with great interest, and raised his exquisite chin slightly: "Name, position?"

This action is a bit careless and impolite, but at the moment it is done by him, it seems very natural.The other party didn't feel offended at all, but rather flattered - of course, everyone knew that the young king didn't have many ministers' names in his mind, but he was very fond of the minister's girls. "Your Majesty, my minister is the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the Marquis of Noventi."

"Minister of Foreign Affairs, it's no wonder that people talk about people and talk about people." Han Yao said casually, looked at Hoffman, who stood out from the crowd, tugged at his loose collar, and said in a manly voice, "Your Excellency the Archbishop. "

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Look at me, I'm so disheveled now. A large group of you are gathered here. Should I at least let me freshen up? Come to take the king home. There are so many ministers here, but they don't bring a single servant to serve me, yes What are you going to do?"

Hoffman glanced at him, and walked out of the queue calmly: "It's true that we didn't think carefully. As a punishment, why don't you let me wait for His Majesty to wash up. My lords, can you go out and wait for a while?"