There is a unique magical beauty in Bucharest at night. Walking through the medieval streets, you feel like you are in a huge ancient castle. However, there is no beautiful, kind and gentle princess waiting for you in this castle. There are some.
There are only all kinds of monsters, monsters, devils and dragons.
Li Xiao doesn't like the nights in Europe, which are too lonely, deserted, and gloomy, and are as creepy as a ghost movie scene. He prefers the bustling daylight in China, where he won't be frightened even if he goes out in the early morning.
The wheels click on the gravel road, and the monotonous noise they make makes people feel more and more lonely, as if only you and this carriage exist in this world.
Looking at Vishnyak who was sleeping soundly and drooling next to him, Li Xiao sighed. He really admired this good friend's ability to sleep anytime and anywhere. When he was in Serlotov, this guy was in the stable.
After having sex, you can lie down on a pile of hay and fall asleep. Even if you go out to exercise outdoors and wrap yourself in a coat, you can also fall asleep in the dark.
But Li Xiao couldn't sleep at all. It wasn't that he had too many things on his mind, but that the means of transportation in this era were too noisy and uncomfortable, making it impossible for people to sleep well. The carriage was bumpy like the wind and waves.
Li Xiao, who is accustomed to the comfortable high-speed rail of later generations, is not used to the small boat.
Even the cheapest green leather train in later generations is a hundred times more comfortable than this broken carriage. At this moment, he really misses the comfortable transportation in later generations. A three-wheeler and a farm tractor are more comfortable than this broken carriage!
Fortunately, this journey is not too far. A distance of 50 kilometers only takes six or seven hours. Although six or seven hours will be enough for you to go from Pengcheng to Shuntianfu in the future, in this era it is enough to get out of Shuntian City.
District. And this is already very fast. For civilians in this era, transportation really depends on their legs!
Li Xiao looked at his short legs and sighed again. Although he tried his best to eat and eat and exercise in these days, his height was as stable as an old dog, and the altitude was still so impressive.
He muttered self-deprecatingly: "What a sad story."
"What sad story? Tell it?"
"Are you awake?" Li Xiao sighed again, looked at Vishnyak who was looking at him curiously and asked: "How do you manage to sleep and wake up at any time? Is there any secret?"
Vishniak chuckled and said: "If you fought in the Caucasus for several years like me, you can still do it. Those annoying Persians don't care whether you want to sleep or eat.
, if you want to survive, you have to adapt!"
Li Xiao was silent. It was obvious that the process of practicing this stunt must not be so pleasant, so he changed the topic very smartly:
"The beauties in Bucharest are quite enthusiastic. Do you want me to take you to taste them?"
Vishniak curled his lips and said: "Your skills in changing the topic are too unfamiliar. Although that period of life was not a good one, it was not as bad as you thought. At least it made me become a real man...
"
"Besides, if I want to taste beautiful women, do I need your introduction? Tsk!"
Vishniak's disdain made Li Xiao feel relaxed. The more stressful and high-pressure the environment, the more you need such a bad friend. They can make you temporarily forget the pressure and worries. Although it is only temporary, it is enough.
good.
After a brief silence, Vishniak asked: "What do we do next?"
Li Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Tomorrow we will first visit the French Consul General Perrier, complain to him, and let him put some pressure on the Wallachians. After all, the benefits we gave him were not in vain.
Yes, we have to let him play some role, right?"
Vishniak also laughed when he heard this: "That's right, the British Consul General can write a letter to express dissatisfaction, and our French Consul General can also send a message to express dissatisfaction! Anyway, it's dog bites dog, let's see who is more powerful!"
Li Xiao laughed and said: "Then I'm sure the British bulldog is better than the French pug!"
Immediately, Vishniak also laughed loudly, and for no reason, the scene of Cohon and Perrier biting each other with human heads and dog bodies appeared in his mind. To be honest, this was too ridiculous.
"You have so many witty words!" Vishniak shook his head and asked: "Since the French guy is not strong enough, how about we find a way to make their strength more balanced? After all, we are on the same side now.
Those on the French side naturally have to help them."
Li Xiao sighed and said: "It's not that simple. Diplomacy only depends on national strength. But now, whether it is hard power or soft power, France is not as good as Britain. If we insist on competing, the French will not be able to take advantage at all. We
All we can do is cause trouble for the British as much as possible!"
This conclusion made Vishnyak a little unhappy, because it applies to both the French and polar bears like them. To be honest, in terms of real national strength, Russia has a psychological advantage over France due to its glorious victory decades ago.
Well, when it comes to the battlefield, they really may not be able to do anything to the French.
In other words, they can't even defeat France, who is not strong enough, let alone the British, who seem to be much stronger than France.
Thinking about it, Vishniak smiled to himself, pointed to another carriage passing by outside the window and said: "Can you believe it, I'm starting to miss St. Petersburg now. Even though it's rare to see the sun in that damn place in winter.
, but compared with the gloom of Bucharest, I would rather find a tavern in the dark St. Petersburg to drink low-quality vodka. At least I don’t have to scheming with these Wallachian bastards and don’t have to worry about them doing evil behind the scenes!”
"I started to miss Leonid's poker face, and I started to miss Alexei's disgusting aristocratic reserve... My God, I just had a hallucination, thinking that Alex was sitting in the carriage.
Thank you! If this continues, I wonder if I will miss the dark prison in the third part! Haha..."
Li Xiao first smiled, then touched his chin as if he thought of something. He asked thoughtfully: "Did you say you saw Alexei in the carriage just now?"
Vishniak spread his hands and said: "Yes, it must be the absinthe for dinner that made me hallucinate! These damn Wallachians will do these ghost things..."
Li Xiao did not think it was an illusion, but immediately told Anton: "Go and chase the carriage immediately. Alexei may really be in Bucharest. That is not an illusion!"
At this time, Vishnyak also remembered that Alexei’s previous letter said that he would come to Bucharest. Could it be that they met by chance in the vast sea of people? This must be too fateful!