Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Knight, or Devil? ◎

When Antalia changed into the dress decorated with light pink roses and peach ribbons, and followed Earl Melsey, who had also changed into a long-tailed dress, to the Winter Palace, the four-wheeled carriage was almost stuck in the turbulent crowd.

"My fellow Russians! The German lackey who betrayed Russia has been overthrown—"

"The Crazy Tsar will never come back!"

"Empress Ekaterina has returned from Kazan Cathedral and returned to the Winter Palace! Your Majesty ordered the gates of the palace to be opened wide. Anyone can enter the palace today!"

"Let's go! Go see our queen with your own eyes!"

Nevsky Prospekt was packed, and people and soldiers in St. Petersburg rushed to the Winter Palace to see the empress who had saved Russia from pagan monsters.

After all, the royal family is always aloof, and usually there is no such opportunity to see the real face of the tsar.

Now that the new Tsar has returned and has taken over the capital with the Royal Izmailov Guards, the succession of the throne has been almost without conflict and without bloodshed.

Peter III had exhausted his prestige in Russia, and left St. Petersburg by himself, and handed it over to the queen who hated him deeply.

This rough land has always surrendered only to the strong.

"Lord Mercy," Antanya lowered the car curtain that had been partly opened, "We are in the palace now, and the empress may not care about us—not to mention we can't squeeze in at all."

Earl Mercy struggled for a while, and finally had to admit that what the little princess said made sense.

Therefore, it was three days later that Antania saw Ekaterina again - she was already the queen at this time.

The protocol officer came to the official residence where she was staying, "Her Majesty Ekaterina invited the Grand Duchess Maria Antania to go hunting in Saiiso Forest."

Antanya originally wanted to take the pistol given to her by Xiao Wang Paul, but was stopped by Earl Mersey with a light cough: "This kind of small toy cannot be used for hunting. Don't worry, the Russian Empress will not Leave you without a gun on the hunting grounds."

Makes sense.

Unless the queen suddenly found out that she was approaching her for something else, and planned to kill herself with a single shot.

Antanya thought teasingly, and got into the carriage to Seiso Forest.

She does lack the common sense of hunting.Although Louis XVI loved hunting, he never took her there, nor did she have much interest.

Now that the count had said so, she calmly went away empty-handed.

It is already a prosperous summer, the dew in the Seiso forest is fresh, and the wind blowing from the Gulf of Finland carries the smell of St. Petersburg's short summer reeds, which is extremely cool.

"Your Majesty..." Antanya looked at the short-footed black horse in front of her. The saddle on the horse's back was not a side saddle for women, and she secretly glanced at Ekaterina.

In European courts, it is extremely unladylike to ride a horse with legs apart.

"Men's saddle, can you?" Ekaterina, who was wearing a men's military uniform, smiled and patted her on the head. "If not, I will teach you—you will be annoyed that you have never ridden a horse like this before!"

Antanya couldn't help laughing: "Your Majesty, I really like riding horses."

But she only liked the way men's saddles were ridden.Who would like to ride in a big skirt and worry about falling off all the time?

It's a pity that in order to deal with her mother, Antania had to ride sideways when she was around.

Not just a saddle, but men's saddles also need to be replaced with trousers that can ride horses.

After all, a dress studded with delicate lace and diamonds is definitely not suitable for such a pose.

After Antanya changed her clothes, she just got up on her little black horse when the queen chased her from behind like a gust of wind.

"I was right. You're a bad girl too, Antanya!"

"Why can a man ride a horse with his legs spread apart, but I can't?"

Antanya raised her chin, "I don't ride sideways, but I'm still a good girl."

"That's it!" Ekaterina laughed, "In the few years I was married, Queen Elizabeth always felt that I was riding a horse like a man, which caused me to be infertile, so I could only ride a horse secretly-it turns out that It's always been her son who can't."

She clicked contemptuously.

"I learned my riding skills from a German coach in the military school, and I won a pair of silver honorary spurs because I learned quickly." Ekaterina said proudly.

"Honey, find the common rhythm between you and the horse, so that the speed can be increased."

Antania has not ridden a horse since her rebirth, and she needs to get used to controlling her current young body.Although there was a barrier from the saddle, the back of the horse seemed to be out of sync with her ups and downs, causing her thighs to ache.

She walked a few more laps to ensure that she got used to the rhythm on horseback. Seeing the figure in military uniform walking freely on the edge of the forest in the distance, she smiled slightly and leaned over to chase after the queen.

Very exciting.

The whistling wind passed by, blowing her loose blonde hair up, as if galloping in a dream.

When she caught up with the queen and reined in and slowed down, her heart was still beating wildly.

Flying across the edge of the forest coast, chasing the wind of the Atlantic Ocean - this long-lost freedom and romance.

When she surpassed Ekaterina, the queen raised her head suddenly, obviously surprised for a moment.

"Your Majesty, are you troubled?" Antanya blinked at the Queen.

Ekaterina was just riding a horse in a daze, her brows were also slightly frowned.

Ekaterina raised her eyebrows and looked at her with a smile for a while.

"You're still smart."

……

It was a crooked letter, written in poor euphemism: "Sire, you must be so magnanimous, I ask you to allow me to go to Germany with a woman named Elizabeth Vorontsova. Don't worry, I I dare not do anything against you and your rule."

The inscription is "Peter, your humblest servant".

Is this the deposed Peter III?

Antanya silently glanced at the crumpled letter paper, which looked wet with tears.

She couldn't help but think that if she could lower her body and pray so humblely in her previous life, she might be able to escape.

Too bad she can't.

"Antanya, what do you think I should do with Peter?" Ekaterina said softly.

Antanya breathed lightly for a moment.

The atmosphere at this moment is actually very pleasant - the heroic queen and the sweet and delicate little princess are sitting on a white blanket under the open blue sky and forest.

But she knew that Peter in his previous life died later.

He died shortly after the Queen's accession to the throne. Some people said that the cause of death was hemorrhoids, and some said it was gastroenteritis, but there were different opinions. No one knew exactly what the cause of his death was.

—because everyone who knew about the murder died at the hands of the Queen, or went to prison.

Or dare not say anything for the rest of your life.

In those years, these stories were widely circulated among the royal families of Europe, and they were iron proofs of the ruthlessness of the Czarina.

Just when Antanya subconsciously showed embarrassment, Ekaterina took a shotgun from the old servant without paying attention, and aimed it at the reeds on the bank of the river not far away.

boom!

A flock of wild ducks flew in the reeds.

Ekaterina smiled and shook her head: "It's too far away. More than ten years ago, I often went out with a shot|gun on my back in the summer, and I only took an old servant to hunt. I can't be on the shore, I have to hide with a puppy Get into the boat, sail up the river, and shoot the wild ducks in the reeds."

Her teasing eyes fell back on the little princess: "Antania?"

Antanya took a deep breath.

She raised her head frankly and looked straight into the Queen's eyes: "I hate him. He bullies you, and he's useless."

"Hahahahaha!" The queen laughed loudly, as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world.

"You're quite right, my dear. Look at him, he's not a Russian, he's not a German. You're braver than him."

Antania: "..." She took this as a compliment to herself.

After all, the Austrians are not known for their courage, but for their marriage.

Smiling and laughing, Ekaterina suddenly changed the topic: "By the way, I heard that Paul gave you a pistol?"

"Yes." Antanya smiled sweetly: "It's very beautiful. Unfortunately, I don't know how to use it."

"Stupid girl." The Queen couldn't help pinching Antanya's little face while laughing, "'Pretty' is not used to praise guns."

Why do you like pinching her face so much?

Antanya was a little puzzled.She never remembered anything special about her young face.Maybe I should pinch it myself when I go back.

"I'll give you this gun." The queen handed the gun to Antania—the hammer had already been put down, so there was no need to worry about it going off.

Antanya accepted the gun with a look of flattery, but she couldn't help laughing in her heart—the son gave the pistol|gun, and the mother gave the shot|gun. They really deserved to be mother and son.

"Girls have to learn to shoot themselves."

Ekaterina paused thoughtfully, "After all, you don't know whether you meet a knight or a devil."

This speaks volumes.

"Indeed." Antanya raised her face and looked at her sincerely with big eyes. "Maybe the devil is more honest than the knight."

Ekaterina laughed: "That's right—but you're such a strange little girl."

"When I'm your age, I would probably ask how to find my own knight. As a girl, I still yearn for romance."

"But for me later," she sighed, remembering something, "since I can't get love, I have to get power."

Antanya silently glanced at the shot|gun in her hand.

Ekaterina also followed her gaze to look at the gun, and her gaze slowly turned cold.

"Antania," she gently patted the petals falling from the little princess's skirt, and said lightly, "When you grow up, you may also become the ruler of a country. If we meet again by then , may not be friends anymore.”

"You don't have to think about my insignificant care, just like I won't show mercy to you."

Antanya's gaze slowly moved up from the handle of the gun, and she saw a pair of eyes watching her quietly.

so gentle.

So cruel.

"Because, this is the fate of the king."

The author says:

Antanya: Coach, I don't want to be a king! (Cover your mouth, drag it down!)