Chapter Eleven Peter leaves the palace and goes to the manor
Peter glanced at Mirkovsky, who was wearing a red guard uniform and a sword hanging from his waist. He felt pitifully that this baron was almost ruined by the previous Peter.
Although he is only the lowest baron, he is still an ambitious serving nobleman. When he came to the palace, he was given the job of looking after the dogs, which would be depressing for anyone else.
And from the respectful but dull expression on the baron's face, Peter could also guess that this baron was probably very depressed and just wanted to finish his service as soon as possible and escape from the palace.
Peter said calmly:
"Not playing."
Mirkovsky held up the violin that he had been holding in one position with both hands and said:
"Then Your Highness, do you want to play the piano?"
"no."
Mirkovsky was a little confused. In the past, His Highness would come to him either to play dog sledding or to play the piano. What happened now?
Then suddenly, with a wave of his hand, the guards who were taking care of the dogs immediately gathered together, numbering twenty.
"Huhuhahaha——"
Seeing these guards jumping and jumping around behind Mirkovsky, Peter inexplicably thought of 9527 and Brother Asan. This scene was so similar.
Mirkovsky said again:
"Your Highness, do you want to play marching?"
"Not playing."
Peter remained calm and honest.
Mirkovsky was dumbfounded. Dog sledding training, violin playing, and array games are all His Highness’s favorites. Why don’t you play them today?
Then Mirkovsky suddenly understood again. He asked for instructions and immediately ran to the palace. After a while, he brought out several palace maids. Each maid walked out with an impeccable posture holding a photo frame in both hands, and then lined up.
And stand.
In the photo frames in front of them are portraits of princesses painted by the most famous painters from various countries.
The French princess, the Danish princess, the Polish princess, and the Princess of Wales are among them.
Only there is no German Princess Sophia August, the future Emperor Ye.
Who made her poor?
These were actually prepared by various countries in advance and delivered to him. Sophia had no money to prepare them, so she had to wait for the interview.
Mirkovsky said respectfully:
"Your Highness, do you want the maids to dress up as princesses and play games?"
Peter took a look at these maids and saw that they were carefully selected and somewhat similar to the portraits in each of their hands.
Not only his appearance, but also his body shape were based on rumors.
Peter coughed dryly and said to the maids:
"Lower, yes, the portrait is lower."
Then Peter compared them carefully and found that the Polish princess was still more spectacular.
Looking at His Highness's serious look, Mirkovsky breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that His Highness had finally found something to pass the time.
He was about to ask someone to take the maid to pretend to be a Polish princess, but then he heard Peter say:
"I won't play with this either."
Mirkovsky was stunned.
If you don’t play sledding, don’t play the violin, don’t play array games, and don’t play pretend games, what will your highness do?
These used to be His Highness’s favorites!
Then Mirkovsky heard something that made his jaw drop:
"Prepare the carriage and all the guards will accompany me. I want to leave the palace!"
The guards who were cheering each other were also stunned.
…
Several carriages drove out of the St. Petersburg Palace, and Mirkovsky felt as if he was in a dream.
His Royal Highness Peter actually pulled out his sword and threatened him to leave the palace, otherwise he would be killed directly.
As a last resort, Mirkovsky had no choice but to comply, but he was frightened in his heart.
The crown prince's departure from the palace was no small matter. Although there was no fanfare, Mirkovsky felt that these twenty or thirty people were too few.
Moreover, this kind of thing cannot be hidden from the mysterious office!
Soon, the monitoring agency evolved from the era of Queen Anna, and the mysterious office secretary, the half-bald, cold and unsmiling Ivanovich, quickly reported this matter to Queen Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was surprised when she heard that Peter had left the palace, and then said suspiciously:
"Shouldn't Peter be working with Vorontsova?"
Ivanovich was like an iceberg that lasted ten thousand years. In his eyes, there seemed to be nothing funny. His expression remained unchanged and he said:
"His Royal Highness is not working with Vorontsova. Perhaps His Majesty should consider improving His Royal Highness's physical fitness."
As a secretary, he is responsible for intelligence. There are very few things that the palace can hide from him, and he is responsible for supervising whether this matter is leaked, so he naturally knows it.
Elizabeth felt it was reasonable, but she was also troubled. Should she let Peter go to the military camp for training? Except for the special circumstances when Peter I was young, the royal family had never had such a tradition.
At this time the Duchess of Polya saluted and said:
"Your Majesty, please allow me to make a small suggestion. I have a secret recipe that can make Your Highness as powerful as a tiger."
"oh?"
The Queen became interested and motioned to the female chamberlain to talk about it, and the Duchess of Polya added a few words.
Elizabeth nodded from time to time, gradually becoming happy, and then said:
"Okay, I'll do as you say and let him restore the royal majesty."
Then Elizabeth said domineeringly:
"How can a man govern an empire if he cannot conquer women!"
These words shocked both Ivanovich and Princess Polya.
Isn't His Majesty disappointed in Peter? Why would he say such a thing?
Then Elizabeth looked at Ivanovich and said:
"Send someone to protect Peter's safety. Also, report back truthfully what he did."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Seeing that His Majesty had no other orders, Ivanovich reported some secret investigations into the imperial doctor Lestock, and then resigned.
None of this evades Duchess Polya. In terms of loyalty, no one is more loyal than this Duchess.
Ivanovich knew very well that Princess Polya was tight-lipped, serious and rigid, and was willing to sacrifice everything for His Majesty and the royal family.
After Ivanovich left, Polya saluted the queen and said:
"Your Majesty, it will take a lot of time to gather the ingredients and prepare the meals. Please allow me to excuse myself now."
"Go ahead."
Watching Duchess Polya leave, Elizabeth fell into deep thought.
Ever since she brought Peter to St. Petersburg from the Principality of Holstein, her every move has been under her gaze. His hobbies and entertainment have not left the palace. Why did he leave so suddenly?
What are you going to do?
In the report given to her by the office, none of Peter's favorite ways of having fun were touched upon.
Elizabeth couldn't help but feel curious.
…
The carriage in the middle was no different from the other carriages. Peter was sitting in the carriage, and the driver was Mirkovsky pretending to be the driver.
Because wearing a palace guard uniform was too ostentatious, everything including the carriage was camouflaged and looked very low-key.
In the carriage, Vorontsova asked doubtfully:
"Your Highness, why don't you go to the largest manor?"
Thanks to Peter's kindness and gentle attitude towards her, Vorontsova has relaxed a little now that she has left the palace.
Peter smiled and said:
"I'm not here to inspect, just pick something smaller."
What he did not say was that the larger the manor, the more serfs. Serfs were the class that suffered exploitation. Although there was no serf uprising yet, he still had to be careful.
It didn't cause any big noise, and when he opened the curtain from time to time to look out at the scenery of this period, the manor arrived.