In fact, Menshikov also knew that he was eaten to death by Neridova, but as a veteran minister and a prince of the empire, the old eunuch was always unwilling to accept such a sad reality. He really did not want to accept that he was inferior to a
Women are not as good as those younger generations. How he misses those old days!
Thinking back to those days, when he conquered the east and west and made great achievements, how glorious it was. At that time, Neridova dared to say no to him? At that time, I am afraid that even if he asked the overlord to force his bow, this woman would only be able to accommodate him half-heartedly.
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And now, he was actually bullied by such a tool that warmed the emperor's bed. The world is so cold and people's hearts are not ancient!
But Menshikov could only submit obediently, because he really couldn't let go of the power in his hands. Power not only brought him the pleasure of being a master, but also brought him many practical benefits, such as those jingling yellow oranges.
Orange cutie.
Since Tintin was gone, Menshikov's desire for money has become even more intense. Using the power at hand, he made a lot of money. Every year, he can get hundreds of thousands of rubles from the naval expenditure alone, not to mention the other
A lot of filial piety, and various hidden channels for making money that are inconvenient to reveal.
Without these powers, Menshikov probably knew that he would lose nearly one million rubles. This is not a small number. How many fields, how many serfs, and how many beauties can be bought!
After weighing it up, Menshikov sat down with a straight face and simply asked: "Please make a price!"
Neridova smiled. She knew that she had won the bet, and she knew that Menshikov had no choice but to give in. Now she had her beloved necklace.
"One hundred thousand rubles."
Neridova glanced at Menshikov's pocket, her meaning was very clear, don't take this check back, keep it!
Menshikov's face turned green. He had just had a premonition that he would be severely blackmailed, but this stab was too harsh. One hundred thousand rubles was enough to do such a thing. It was so expensive!
Neridova saw Menshikov's confusion and said with a smile: "It's not cheap. But Your Excellency, you also know that you get what you pay for. I dare to offer this price, and you will definitely get value for your money."
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It's worth your while!
Menshikov uttered something in his heart, but he had no choice but to hand the check back: "I hope you will do what you say. When will there be news?"
Neridova smiled like a blooming rose. She carefully collected the check and promised, "Just wait for my good news tonight. I guarantee you will be satisfied!"
Menshikov left sadly, and the old eunuch's heart was bleeding. Neridova was very, very happy. After the old eunuch left, she kept looking at the check, as if she could see the golden light.
The same gold coins.
"You have offended the old eunuch severely this time."
Neridova suddenly turned around, and behind her, a middle-aged man with a slender figure and eyes like stars came slowly. This man was wearing the uniform of a lieutenant general of the Army. He was marching calmly and gracefully, and he looked so imposing.
"Did you hear everything?" Neridova asked delicately.
The visitor sat down next to Neridova without hesitation, took the check, glanced at it and said: "The old eunuch is such a generous hand, it seems that he is really anxious this time!"
Neridova giggled and said: "Why are you not in a hurry? Who dares to ignore the threat of His Majesty's son? That His Highness is very cruel! But thank you to him. Without him, I still wouldn't be able to earn this money!"
Neridova smiled more charmingly and happily, which made the middle-aged general opposite her feel in a daze. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch Neridova's cheek. The moment her fingertips came into contact with her skin, the middle-aged general felt like he was electrocuted.
He woke up with a start and hurriedly retracted his fingers like a child who made a mistake and was caught red-handed by the class teacher.
Neridova covered her mouth and smiled: "Am I beautiful?"
The middle-aged general smiled bitterly and said: "Beautiful."
Neridova asked again: "Are you tempted?"
The middle-aged general smiled bitterly again and said, "Of course."
Neridova pouted and asked, "Then why don't you act?"
The middle-aged general sighed and said: "I can't. I have a wife, and...and you and Your Majesty...I am His Majesty's minister, and I must be loyal to him!"
Neridova's face turned cold and she said unhappily: "It's the same words every time, exactly the same every time. You can be infinitely loyal to His Majesty, but you can be infinitely indifferent to our feelings!"
"Varenka," the middle-aged general grabbed Neridova's hand and called softly, "I know this is unfair to you. But please forgive me for my selfishness. I will never go beyond it while Your Majesty is still here.
Restricted area!"
Neridova stared at him coldly at first, but the surging passion in those blue eyes soon overwhelmed her, leaving her defeated once again.
Neridova sighed silently, curled up like a kitten in the arms of the middle-aged general, and murmured: "Petya (Peter's nickname), how long do we have to wait for that day? Why can't I meet him earlier?"
Where are you?"
The relationship between Count Pyotr Andreevich Kleinmicher and Neridova was very special. They were a couple who loved each other, but they didn't meet each other at the right time. When Clay
They met for the first time in the Winter Palace when Count Michael was married and Neridova became the queen's maid and the mistress of Nicholas I.
Nelidova was deeply impressed by Kleinmicher's handsomeness, elegance and masculine military temperament. Compared with Nicholas I, who pretended to be as majestic as granite, Kleinmicher had both manly qualities.
Strong but also full of gentleness and consideration.
Soon, the man and woman were irresistibly attracted to each other. But reality prevented them from further contact. Kleinmicher was married, and Nelidova was the woman of Nicholas I. This made
Kleinmicher was in great pain because he could neither betray his wife nor his master. This torture made his life in the Winter Palace as difficult as purgatory.
As Nicholas I's closest and most trusted aide-de-camp, Count Kleinmicher was not someone else who pretended to be the emperor's attendant. No matter where Nicholas I went, he would definitely follow him.
, even when Nicholas I went to find a woman, this one was always with him.
Let’s put it this way, Nicholas I only trusted two people, one was the late Benkendorf and the other was Kleinmicher. The status of these two people in Nicholas I’s heart was completely different.
Benkendorf was always just a courtier and a lackey, and Nicholas I's trust in him was the same as for his subordinates and courtiers.
But Count Kleinmicher was different. To Nicholas I, he was a friend and associate. That kind of trust had already transcended the relationship between a king and a minister!