"Your Majesty, the cooks selected by Notre Dame have arrived."
A warning interrupted Peter's thoughts.
"I know, call the mysterious office director."
After the herald took the order and left, Peter stood up, walked to the mirror and took a look at himself. His whole body exuded the aura of an emperor.
Peter shook his head and walked out of the side hall.
"Catherine."
Peter came to his palace, saw Catherine reading Peter Eyre, and called her by her nickname.
Ekaterina turned around and saw His Majesty, she couldn't help stroking her belly and showing a motherly smile.
Peter stepped forward and put his hand on Ekaterina's swollen belly as usual. Although he couldn't feel anything yet, looking at Ekaterina's belly getting bigger day by day, he thought that there might be a baby inside.
Prince or princess, Peter couldn't help but feel a little strange.
According to the current inheritance law, whether a prince or a princess, he and Catherine have the right to inherit.
Sometimes Peter couldn't help but be a little envious. His time traveler dad was ruling the world, but this kid could just come out and take over.
Is there any second generation emperor in the world who is more enjoyable than this?
But then again, it’s probably not Paul in this life.
At the very least, although he looks Russian, his genes and bloodline have not changed.
Just like his daughter Katyusha, she has the same flaxen hair as Karl, but her eyes are black and she looks very cute.
Black eyes are not very special. Although they are rare, they are actually found in both Russia and the West, but they look more dark brown.
"Your Majesty, can you feel our child?"
Ekaterina was extremely gentle and authentic.
Peter said: "Of course I can feel it, especially in my wife's body."
"Your Majesty, you are so annoying."
Ekaterina leaned on Peter's arms and acted coquettishly happily.
Peter ran his hands through Yeka's brocade-like hair and said with a smile:
"Don't look at it yet. I'm choosing a cook. I'll choose a suitable one for you."
Catherine was pleasantly surprised: "Really, Your Majesty?"
"Of course it's true."
During these days, Yekaterina's appetite was not very good. The palace doctor said that she was fine, and Huang Xueming prescribed several prescriptions for regulating the pregnancy.
In comparison, Peter believes in Chinese medicine more.
Sure enough, after using it for a period of time, Ekaterina's health improved a lot and her complexion became smoother.
Therefore, Peter planned to assign a cook to Ekaterina. If there was anything delicious to eat, he would ask the cook to cook it. Even if she couldn't eat it, it would be a kind of psychological comfort to watch her.
"Your Majesty, let's go quickly."
Ekaterina stood up happily. She was wearing a plain and loose white gauze robe, and her whole body seemed to be exuding a burst of brilliance.
Peter looked at Zhukova and said, "Let's change the queen's clothes."
"yes."
Behind the two of them is a relatively delicate and clever maid.
Because Ekaterina liked Zhukova better, Peter tested Zhukova again. Seeing that there were no problems, he made Ekaterina a personal maid.
Zhukova's rise to the top made countless maids in the palace envious.
Some people privately called Zhukova "Little Mrs. Polya", which Peter sneered at.
Who is Polya and who is Zhukova?
Polya was a duchess, Karl's mother, and his daughter's grandmother. Before that, she had been her aunt's most senior valet.
But Zhukova was just a maid, just staying with the queen.
"Change into something looser."
Peter sat leisurely in the seat in front of Catherine and gave instructions.
"yes."
Zhukova responded and quickly changed the queen's clothes.
Peter and Ekaterina are an old couple, so they naturally don't avoid them, and no one dares to let Peter avoid them, and Ekaterina doesn't want her husband to avoid them even more.
Therefore, when the palace door is closed and there are only three people in the bedroom, the faint sunlight shines through the clear glass of the window, and Catherine's body is as beautiful as the Holy Spirit bathed in sunlight.
Peter's eyes fell on Ekaterina's bulging belly and smiled with satisfaction.
Inside is his own cub.
Then he casually turned to "Peter Love" that Ekaterina had read before. It could be said that Yekaterina had read "Peter Love" several times, but she still never got tired of it.
Ekaterina was also very frugal. From beginning to end, she read the same book, the pages of which were slightly curled, but the owner's care could still be seen.
In this book, Ekaterina wrote a lot of notes, some of which were about her longing for her husband, some of her little daughter's whispers at home, and some of her feelings when she assumed the role of the heroine.
A little bit of writing jumped out on it, and Peter seemed to see every bit of Catherine's time in this palace.
After the queen was dressed, Peter walked over and gave Catherine a deep kiss.
With such a queen, what else can I ask for?
"His Majesty……"
Ekaterina looked both shy and happy. She looked even more like a queen in her formal attire. Zhukova stood aside with her hands down, but she was very envious in her heart.
She knew that His Majesty and Vorontsova were together, but compared with Vorontsova, His Majesty and the Queen were a perfect match. What a wonderful pair they were.
Zhukova sighed silently.
"Let's go."
"Okay, Your Majesty."
Peter stretched out his arm, Catherine took it naturally, and the empress walked out of the palace.
Along the way, it seemed that even the palace was amazing.
The maids along the way saluted the two of them one after another, looking at the emperor and empress absentmindedly.
For a long time after the emperor and empress left, they still couldn't bear to look away.
Everyone thinks that it is great for Russia to have such an emperor, and it is also great to have such a queen.
After all, Ekaterina had already proven her ability with practical actions when she served as the deputy editor of Moskovsky Gazeta.
When Catherine is free, she can be a kind queen; when Catherine is busy, she can also be His Majesty's right-hand man.
What's more, the queen is pregnant now.
Everyone knows that in the palace, the girl who came to the Russian court from the small town of Stettin four years ago has grown to a point that no one can ignore.
Even if she doesn't do anything.
Ivanovich quickly came from his place of work, saluted Peter and Ekaterina, and followed them silently.
Ivanovich's eyes swept over Yekaterina's back, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The current queen is only 19 years old. Not only is she favored by His Majesty, she is also praised by everyone inside and outside the palace. Even as far away as Europe, Yeka