[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

When Joey woke up, he stared blankly at the milky-white misty sky in the early morning, and the crisp calls of the goldfinch outside the window seemed particularly gloating.

what happened last night?

She doesn't remember anything.

She only remembered that she drank too much and vomited—at least for half a year, she probably didn't want to smell the smell of brandy and cider again.

When she saw Antonio's dark circles, the question suddenly expanded.

"Antonio, what did I do last night?" Don't beat him up.

Antonio looked at her suspiciously for a moment.

Such an innocent little angel looks completely different from the little devil last night—did she really not do it on purpose?

Joey blinked at him with ignorant and curious eyes.

Antonio folded his hands, expressionless: "You let me tell you a story."

"I see that you are in good spirits, so I asked you to help me calculate the structure."

Joey's eyes widened: "Did I forget it?"

This is not scientific!

She heard that her wine taste is not very good, so unless she is really carried away, she usually pays attention not to drink too much.

"Well, forget it." Antonio nodded, stroking her uncombed unkempt head naturally, "Be as good as a cat."

One of those cats that jumps up and down on people and spits on you.

"His Royal Highness! Mr. Earl!" Suotula's voice came from a distance.The two looked out of the window and saw this middle-aged nobleman who was so prominent in the local area so excited that he dropped his hat on the ground without even caring to pick it up, waving an envelope in his hand.

……

"An invitation to the Prehistoric Anthropology Conference? Not bad!" Joey laughed.

In 1878, Paris will host the Congress of Prehistoric Anthropology.The Academic Organizing Committee has issued invitation letters to well-known scholars who have recently published research in related fields.

As a non-professional archaeological enthusiast, it was the first time that Sotura was invited to an academic conference organized by the International Prehistoric Committee.

The work he crossed the threshold is the "Notes on Prehistoric Relics of Santander Province" published not long ago, which describes in detail the prehistoric human murals in the Altamira Cave.

"The time is March next year, and there are still a few months to go." Sotura said, rubbing his hands constantly, "The Prehistoric Committee will send a team of experts to investigate here in advance...I'm so excited."

"It's during the Paris World Expo," Joy suddenly jumped up, "I want to see it too!"

"Are you going?" she asked Antonio.

"Go." Antonio nodded.

He made a quick calculation in his mind - there was no way, he had to stay up all night to speed up the progress of building the house.

……

With the wind blowing from the Atlantic Ocean turning from cool to warm in the Iberian Peninsula, the Spanish winter came very fast this year, and it was not cold at all.

The capital Madrid, located in the southwestern hinterland and in the middle of the Meseta plateau, is even more warm and comfortable.

Under the cloudless blue sky, the white marble reliefs of the Royal Palace of Madrid shine brightly.

This huge palace is extremely gorgeous and is the third largest palace in Europe after the Palace of Versailles in Paris and Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna.

More than a century ago, its construction took a full 26 years-although it is nothing compared with the more than 100 years of the Sagrada Familia, considering the urgency of the Royal Palace for open use, its magnificence can be imagined .

The ornate wooden windows of mahogany, Caravaggio's "Salome and the Head of John the Baptist" in the painting gallery, the huge frescoes painted by Tiepolo on the entire ceiling...

Those memories that fell deep in her mind came to her eyes little by little with the scene in front of her, just like she had really experienced it herself.

Joey looked at the exquisite velvet tapestry embroidery in front of him fascinatedly, and then turned his eyes to the Plaza de España with a wide view outside the window.

At this moment, the Cervantes monument that later generations stand there has not yet been built.The present dense forest will vacate a clearing in a few decades, and the statue of the great writer will be erected, as well as the bronze statues of Don Quixote and his loyal servant Sancho Panza.

The door opened suddenly, and the young king stepped in, peeked out his head in a very unsuitable posture, and took a sneaky look, then quickly closed the door.

Just like an ordinary teenager, [-]% of them have done bad things.

"Ah, I can finally catch my breath." He wiped his forehead. "It should take a while for Hans to find me."

When he saw Joey, he sighed, "Sister! These ministers are really exhausting me. How can they even talk so hard? It's even more noisy than the sparrows on the big oak tree in Sabatini's garden!"

Joey laughed out loud: "I thought even a king should have some rest time before the wedding."

"No way," Alfonso said with a headache. "Last year, the parliament just promulgated a new constitution. Now everything we have is brand new and has to be built from scratch."

This constitution is the first time in Spanish history to establish a constitutional monarchy, and it is also the result of a final compromise between liberals and conservatives after a long and exhausting wrestling.

For the under-20 king, trying to save both his country and his family, it was all a tightrope exercise.

"You look like a more reliable man." Joey looked at his younger brother. "Otherwise, I'd be surprised——Which girl is so stupid that she has a crush on you?"

"Sister!" Alfonso's eyes widened in shock, "You wouldn't say that in front of Mercedes, would you?"

"My God," Joey was about to faint with laughter, "it really is the one who was shot by Cupid's arrow—I despise you so much, and your reaction is that you are afraid of being heard by Mercedes."

Mercedes de Orleans is Alfonso's fiancée-although it is at the cusp right now.

This Orleans princess was probably the wife the ministers least wanted the king to marry. Even Queen Isabella II, who was still abroad and had not returned, secretly wrote to Alfonso to dissuade him from marrying this girl.

"I'm serious!" Alfonso looked serious, "Although Mercedes never told me, I know there must be someone in this palace trying to make her unhappy."

"Oh, I understand." Joey knocked on the window sill, "Don't worry, if I'm here, your little sweetheart will definitely not suffer."

Alfonso suddenly laughed: "Sister really treats me the best!"

"By the way, you see I'm going to get married, how about you?"

The hard-working king's face is full of gossip at this time.

Joey thought that someone was probably still building a house on the northwest coast at this moment, and immediately rolled his eyes: "Him? He doesn't have the consciousness like you."

"But it's not all because of your wedding that I came to Madrid."

She smiled and said, "Your Majesty, now that the Real Madrid club has also been established, don't you want to compare which football team is stronger, Madrid or Barcelona?"

"Of course it's Madrid!" Alfonso said without hesitation.

"Hehe." Joey didn't want to talk to him.

It didn't take long for the "Madrid Soleil" to publish a big piece of news - His Majesty the King has invited His Royal Highness Princess Rose, who has returned to Madrid, to issue an invitation on his behalf, inviting the Barcelona team to play in Madrid.

It is said that a nationwide league has also begun to enter the planning plan-Princess Rose is negotiating with representatives from various parties for this.

In recent years, many parts of the country have established football clubs after Barcelona.Valencia, Bilbao, Seville... With the increasing enthusiasm of the people, the voice of organizing a national league is also getting louder.

"Have you heard?"

"I never imagined that one day I would see football go from being played by students to such a high-profile event... My God, my dream has come true!"

"People are really different. When I organize a ball game with the school next door, I feel like a hero. Princess Rose wants to organize a national game as soon as she comes! Wow, what a scary woman."

"I declare that Her Royal Highness is my football goddess from now on!"

Not long after, another piece of news ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

"The royal family's spokesperson revealed to reporters on Wednesday that the royal family also intends to host a cross-border football event. If all goes well, His Majesty the King will write to Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom, hoping to organize this event during the 1879 Barcelona World Expo."

There was great excitement in Madrid, and many took to the streets with flags in celebration—although it was only an idea, and Queen Victoria across the Channel hadn't even received the letter.

The old feud between Madrid and Barcelona also seems to have evaporated - what happened to Barcelona?If a world-class league is held, it is also held on behalf of Spain!

Joey sat on the swing in the Sabatini Garden and flipped through the public opinion report, but he understood it very well.

For the Spanish people who are fascinated by this emerging sport, the feeling at this moment is probably similar to the joy of e-sports teenagers when they first learned that e-sports has entered the Olympics.

——If there is such a day.

"Oh, I heard that the princess of Orleans is crying again." A laughing voice suddenly came from the other side of the lilac bush.

"Tsk, I only cry every time, like a useless lamb, it's a bit boring." The voice was older, dry and mean.

"That's not true. After all, she is from a small place like Andalusia. Her father coveted the throne back then, so he just talked and didn't do it? It's normal to have a daughter so useless."

Joey couldn't help frowning.

Who else is Princess Orleans in this palace besides her younger brother's fiancée?

It was also because she was too big-hearted. Although she had deliberately defended Mercedes at the gathering of the royal family members, she thought that she was also a member of the royal family, and she would not reach this point anyway.

Joey stopped the swing with his toes, stood up and walked over to the lilac bushes.

After walking a few steps, a pale pink skirt was exposed among the lush flowers. Joey almost stepped on it and was startled.

—Mercedes!

The girl with black hair suddenly heard a soft sound behind her, and turned her head hastily.

The 17-year-old girl's waist-length black hair is as thick and curly as black grass curly rolls. Her face is a bit fat for babies, and her big round eyes are full of unworldly innocence. sad.

Seeing Joey, she quickly wiped away her tears.

Joey crouched suspiciously and moved closer to Mercedes.

"Is that what you're listening to?" She asked softly, "They're talking bad about you!"

"I didn't do it on purpose, I just happened to be sitting here to rest, and I heard them talking, so I was embarrassed to leave..." Mercedes whispered, "Then what else can I do? Do I want to quarrel with them? ?”

"Shouldn't you quarrel with them?" Joey asked back.

This is just the Spanish court in the nineteenth century, and there are not so many messy palace fighting methods, not to mention that the king is also monogamous-and the king who wants to marry her has overcome all difficulties to welcome her to the palace.

If you still have to swallow your anger like this, it would be too humble for this queen!

"Joy, I really want to back down a little bit," Mercedes lowered his head, "I want to go back to the Portuguese countryside... At least there is more freedom there."

Her voice was getting lower and lower, "Although I like the king very much, and I know he likes me-but no one here likes me except him."

"I like you!" Joey said without thinking.

"Who?! Who's there?"

The few people on the other side of the flowers were startled and turned around in a hurry.

Mercedes grabbed Joey's sleeve in panic: "What to do, Joey..."

"Come on." Joey pulled her up, "Honey, you have to learn to make yourself happy."

A happy life begins by making those who do not make themselves happy unhappy.

The author has something to say: finally came woo woo woo, I vomited after working overtime...

Thanks to the little angel of water beauty for mine!

Thanks to Noah's last principal for the huge amount of nutrient solution 0.0, and 40 bottles of nutrient solution from Xie Tangyan, Rex Rabbit Yi, Tristan, and Sheyu~