Versailles is worse than being queen

◎A beautiful human head◎

"Are you looking for this..."

These words came from very close behind, startled Antanya staggered and lost her balance, and fell backwards.

The sound of the wind blew past my ears, and the sunlight coming in through the hollowed-out glass windows distorted into swirling oil paintings, but the expected sharp pain from the impact on the head did not come as promised.

After a sudden buffer, Antanya opened her eyes a little dizzily, and saw a human head.

It was a young face with black hair and black eyes, looking down at her.

She looks less than ten years old, but her exquisite facial features have already shown a three-dimensional outline, her eyes are deep, and she has a somewhat exotic appearance of Yugoslavs, which is impressive.

Hmm, a beautiful head.

There is a neck under the head, and a body under the neck.

The body of a boy.Delicate silver-edged ears of wheat are embroidered on the shoulders, and a silver-and-black placket inlaid with pearls runs across the white neckline.

Only then did Antanya piece together a complete picture.

At this moment, she was lying on her back in the arms of the little boy, and he apologized deeply: "I didn't expect to scare you like that. I really didn't mean it. I apologize to you."

Antania: "..."

She suddenly realized how awkward this posture was, even though she looked like a seven-year-old girl.

The next moment, she pressed his shoulders and straightened up, almost stepping on the ground again - the boy is much taller than she imagined.

Fortunately, the young man firmly wrapped his arms around her waist, put her firmly on the ground, then took a step back, pressed his left hand on his right chest and bowed slightly to her.

The posture is standard and elegant.

Antanya held her breath, adjusted the deviation of the panniers reservedly, and then bowed her knees in return.

"Excuse me?" She nodded slightly.

Although angry, her upbringing required her to be polite when asking about someone's identity.

But the boy avoided answering her question, and instead raised a letter in his hand: "I found it behind the book "Candide". Are you looking for this letter?"

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

For several seconds, Antanya stared at him, not letting go of any slight change in expression.

What is the identity of this little boy?

If he understood what the letter meant, what risk would he pose to the Empress, to himself, to Austria?

Antanya was expressionless: "Aren't you curious about what is written in it?"

The boy shook his head: "The more you know, the faster you die."

Antanya resisted the urge to raise her eyebrows.It's not elegant and can't be done in front of other people.

However, this little boy is quite clever, and it seems that the background is not simple.

She adjusted her expression and said persuasively: "How did you find it?"

Don't tell her it was careless.

The queen would choose to hide the letter here, so she must not be so careless.

"Not careful." The boy smiled.

"..." Antanya narrowed her eyes dangerously.

The little boy was full of lies, his identity was unknown, and he didn't know what his purpose was here.

Peter III has not yet left St. Petersburg, and for her, there is an extremely dangerous and uncertain factor in front of her.

The young man probably couldn't imagine what was going on in the mind of the delicate and beautiful blonde girl in front of him. He just patiently explained: "This "Honest Man" just came out today, so I took it out to have a look. As a result, this A letter fell out of the book."

Antanya's face darkened.

"lie."

This bookshelf is full of books, there are probably hundreds of volumes on the entire bookshelf, how could he remember a book that suddenly appeared?

"I'm not lying." The young man spread his hands and found that she seemed to have misunderstood something, "It's like this. There are 36 books on each shelf of Voltaire's bookcase. I like this number better. But just now I And found that this level turned out to be 37 volumes - ugly."

Antania: "..."

37 so innocent.

"So I couldn't help searching my memory and found this extra book. It's called photographic...er, sketch memory."

The young man struggled for a few seconds, then gave up and shrugged his shoulders: "If you don't believe me, I'll turn around, and if you move a book on the shelf, I can tell which book you moved."

Antanya watched him warily.

The child spoke strange words, including words she didn't understand at all.

Who is he?

At this moment, the boy suddenly turned his head: "Someone is coming."

"Are you going to hide?" he asked politely, holding out his hand to Antanya—as in "Can I dance with you?"

Many thoughts flashed through Antanya's mind, and finally she thought of the piece of paper in the gap between her collar.If they remembered that they didn't search her just now and wanted to come to her now...

As if listening to the devil's bewitching, she gave him her hand before she had time to think about it.

But dozens of seconds later, the door of Dunick's study was pushed open with a "creak".

Just as the chaotic footsteps of several people were about to walk in, they stopped.

"Count Obrenovich, why are you here?" the voice of the chief guard.

Obrenovic...

It's easy to know the family.Antanya curled up in a corner of the bookshelf, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Judging from his age and title, he is probably the eldest son of some duke's family, otherwise he wouldn't be here alone.This is easy to inquire about.

"I'm here to read." The boy said calmly.

"Oh... have you seen the Grand Duchess of Austria? She's about your age, with blond hair."

... The corners of Antanya's mouth twitched immediately.

"I see." He answered simply and neatly.

Antanya's back suddenly felt a chill, subconsciously reached out to her chest and pressed the piece of paper, and quickly thought about where she could tuck it in if she was found out.

"She put the book back where it was, and then left." The boy's voice was crisp.

"Gulliver's Travels?" The chief guard's voice said, "Is it the one she took from Ekaterina's room just now?"

"Looks like it."

"Then let's go back."

"Just go back like this, sir?"

"It seems that there is no way to intercept it halfway, so let's go. We can't go to the Austrian mansion to ask for a body search. Anyway, it's just a child, don't care. Even if there is anything, it should be in this book, take it back and take care of it Turn it over."

"Yes!"

When the study door was closed again, silence enveloped the small space again.

Antanya curled up cautiously for a while, and waited until she confirmed that the guards would most likely not return, and then began to burrow out like a caterpillar.Just halfway through, I saw a white and slender hand appearing in front of me——

Nicholas squatted outside the bookshelf and held out his hand to her.

Compared with just now, Antanya has no reason to reject this hand, after all, he helped her.

But she just wanted to refuse.

She pretended not to see that hand, and grabbed the edge of the bookshelf by herself, and stood up by herself with all her strength.

Maria Antania has always been a lively, healthy and strong little princess, and little things don't bother her.

When she tidied up her clothes reservedly, Nicholas withdrew his hand without any expression, not ashamed of being rejected.

He took out the letter from the inside of the coat with his left hand and handed it to Antanya, with a brisk uptick in his tone: "Nikolai Obrenovich. Nice to meet you."

Have not heard.

Antanya took the letter, took a deep look at the boy, and tried her best to remember his appearance in her mind.

At this time, he was standing under the shadow of the sun, and she noticed that his pupils were not really black, but a deep silvery blue, like the moonstone deep in the ocean of Sri Lanka.

The other party has shown sincerity - she doesn't know him just because she is ignorant.

Moreover, since it was known that she was the Grand Duchess of Austria, there was no point in continuing to conceal her name.

After all, there are not many Austrians in the Winter Palace at the moment.

"Maria Antania." She lifted the skirt with her left hand that did not hold the letter, and slightly bent her knees in a standard posture, "Thank you for your help."

"It's not worth mentioning." Nicholas smiled slightly. "The cabinet door on the right side of the second floor of the bookshelf behind you is a secret door. After opening, the secret passage leads to the west side of the first floor of the Winter Palace. From there, the Hills Gate is the closest to the palace." Stealthy and fastest."

He knew it really well.

Antanya thought so, picked up the candlestick and walked into the secret passage.

The broken hair on the young man's forehead was blown up and down by the wind blown by the closed door.

He blinked suddenly, and repeated two words with some doubts: "Maria Antania."

long silence.

"...Marie Antoinette?"

Nicholas turned around, casually took a copy of "Man of the World" from the shelf, and pushed in the next book to ensure that the spines of all the books were in a straight line.

"It turns out that she is actually in Russia at this time."

Thinking of something, he shook his head lightly, turned and left the study.

The boy went straight up the white marble spiral staircase inlaid with golden sculptures and malachite mosaics in the northwest corner, walked to the door of the room in the inconspicuous corner on the third floor, and pushed the door in.

"Ah!" Seeing him for the first time, the maid in the room who was carrying the silver plate threw the tableware to the ground in horror.

At that moment, Nicholas silently pulled aside the fluttering curtain to block the splashing ruby-colored liquid from getting on himself.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Master Nicholas, I was not careful..." The maid hadn't recovered from the ghost-like expression.

"Ah." Nicholas smiled, "That was really careless."

"..." The maid squatted down, timidly tidied up the mess on the ground, her voice was even crying: "I didn't mean to...I, I'll put these things away right away..."

She picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground with trembling hands, so nervous that she didn't even notice a cut in her hand.

Nicholas was not in a hurry, he just stood at the door and flipped through the book casually.

While tidying up, the maid secretly glanced up at the boy standing by the door.

With soft black hair and delicate dresses that are clean and ironed, he looks like a pampered Eastern European aristocratic boy.

He was obviously just a child who was alone under the control of a foreign court, but he stood there with a calm expression, letting the light white silk on the neckline flutter with the cold wind blowing in from the window, but it gave people a feeling that he already understood everything .

After the maid cleaned up the debris and left the room in a panic, Nicholas quietly walked to the door and inserted the latch.

Then, he went to sit down at the small glass round table, and steadily took out a glass from the second drawer of the mahogany square cabinet next to it.

In the glass, the clear and transparent dark red liquid shone with the luster of ruby.

According to his recovered memory, the original owner of this body, the eldest son of the Duke of Serbia, was usually very polite to his servants—not to mention that he was sent to the Winter Palace alone by his family, in essence, he was a person who expressed his loyalty to the Russian court. Hostages, and it is even more impossible to dictate to those whom the Tsar arranged for him.

Thinking about it this way, the maid's frightened expression just now is very intriguing.

Nicholas thought for a while, then bent his index finger and tapped on the wall of the transparent cup, making a crisp sound.

When he woke up in this strange era yesterday, there was a small half jug of ruby ​​wine beside him, and a transparent wine glass in his hand—of course it wasn't the one he secretly hid.

"Poisoned?" he whispered with interest.

interesting.It's a pity that chemistry is not his field of expertise.

After one day, he had already recovered all the memories of Young Master Nicholas, and figured out his current age, location, and identity.

At the beginning, when people said that he was "a man from the future", he still scoffed at it, but he did not expect that one day it would actually come true.

... If he had known that there would be such an unimaginable thing, he really shouldn't have laughed at his old friend's whimsical "The Yankee of Connecticut in King Arthur", but should have taken it with him wherever he went like a "Bible" .

Lazily propping his chin with the back of his hand, the young man looked out of the window at the stacked low houses in the distance for a while.

The level of science and technology in the early 20th century had already limited his ability to play, and he did not expect this time to be more than 100 years ahead.

If God does exist, he must be disliked—probably because he never takes the Bible with him.

After a long time, he couldn't help sighing.

"On the bright side, at least there is no old guy here."

The author says:

Nicola: Actually, I refused at first.

The pen name of Nicholas's old friend was Mark Twain.

"The Yankee of Connecticut in Arthur's Dynasty" tells the story of an American in Connecticut in the [-]th century who traveled to England in the [-]th century and came to the story of "The Death of King Arthur". The originator of the text".

Nikolay was a man with a great sense of humor, perhaps related to this old friend.

PS The old guy who will be born in nearly 100 years: Ah Choo!