Elizabeth also noticed something strange about Peter. She didn't recognize what kind of dance it was. It seemed to be just natural movements of the body, but his movements were very graceful, as if they were a perfect display of court etiquette.
Is there still such a dance in the palace?
Elizabeth couldn't help but have doubts in her heart.
And her dancing did not stop. Although it was a bit like each dancing in his or her own way, luckily she could continue. Elizabeth simply shook off Peter and danced her own.
She felt that she had never been so happy, probably because she hadn't danced for a long time, but just as she was losing herself in dancing, she suddenly heard a snort, and then the atmosphere fell into dead silence.
Everyone stared at the hem of Her Majesty the Queen's skirt with their mouths open.
There is a shoe on it.
These are His Highness's shoes.
Fortunately, the person playing the music was also a woman. Fortunately, Mrs. Polya rushed forward quickly. With quick eyes and hands, she grabbed the skirt that slid down to her beautiful white legs. She pulled hard like a drag race, and with another sneer, the queen's skirt split into two.
Mrs. Polya took off her cloak and put it on the Queen. Elizabeth felt cold and hot, and suddenly the situation was resolved.
After waking up, Elizabeth couldn't help but sigh. She was stepped on even if she took precautions. She looked at Peter, but seeing that Peter was indeed drunk, she couldn't help snorting.
It is obviously unbecoming of a queen to care about her now.
Then she felt a little regretful.
I haven't finished dancing yet.
After looking at the skirt that was half stepped on by Peter, Elizabeth glanced at Peter angrily, waved her hand, and went back to the palace.
After Elizabeth left, Peter was about to fall down in a daze when he was caught by a body. Then he was supported by someone and walked inside. After lying down, he felt a sense of moisture and warmth.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear a scream of comfort...
The next day, Peter woke up, and the morning light came in, which was very refreshing.
Vorontsova woke up early and felt very regretful when she thought about yesterday. She missed the opportunity to dance with His Highness because she was drunk and fell asleep. It was such a pity.
"Your Highness, let me wash your face..."
With Vorontsova's attentive service, Peter finished dressing.
He thought about today's arrangements. Maybe Lomonosov, who teaches French, will come today, as well as the feedback from someone to send a press report, as well as the arrangements for Vorontsova's sister to be baptized, and most importantly, he
A butler sent to France to buy fashionable clothes.
However, it has only been two days, and Russia and France are still separated by Poland and Prussia, so even by sea it is not possible to reach them in a day or two.
Regarding learning French, he would not take the initiative to find Lomonosov. He only hopes that the system will issue him another task. This kind of insignificant thing should be easy for the system. Maybe he has not triggered the task conditions yet.
That’s all.
As for the feedback from the newspaper, Peter sent Mirkovsky and other guards out to inquire.
The next thing he could do was arrange the baptism of Vorontsova's sister.
As soon as he thought of it, Peter went to his aunt's palace.
It's still early now, state affairs are being handled in another place, and my aunt hasn't gone out yet.
He walked directly to his aunt's living room and saw that the maid was doing her hair. Peter asked her aunt if she wanted to attend the baptism of sister Vorontsova.
Elizabeth pondered for a moment and said:
"Since you are the godfather, then I will participate."
Well, my aunt was very considerate. Peter said good morning to her and left before her aunt had anything to say.
But not long after he left, a maid from his aunt's palace hurried over and saluted him:
"Your Majesty, His Majesty has ordered that you are now grounded and cannot leave the palace."
After giving the instructions, the maid quickly glanced at Peter and ran away.
"well……"
Peter sighed, he didn't escape after all.
He has now remembered what happened yesterday. He called his aunt over to dance and trampled off his aunt's skirt. No one dared to throw away the skirt that was trampled off. It is still kept in his palace.
But my aunt's clothes were only worn once, so the maids could just throw them away.
After returning to the palace, Peter ordered Vorontsova to go to Count Roman's house to tell him the good news.
As for the Orthodox Church, his becoming a godfather will definitely be presided over by the Patriarch himself. My aunt will naturally send someone to notify him, so I don’t have to worry about it myself.
Before the baptism, Ivanovich would also return the inspected Bible to himself.
Thinking of this, Peter couldn't help but shake his head.
What a fuss, how could he still play such childish tricks like Peter before.
He will not deal with the Patriarch.
The Orthodox Church is the state religion of Russia. Peter the Great took off one of the bells in the church. Now he does not have the capital to pick off the remaining three bells.
After Vorontsova was ordered to leave, he could not leave the palace, so he wandered around the palace.
Unlike the end of the monarchy, there were assassinations and bombings that occurred in Nicholas's era, but it is impossible to happen now, and the entire palace is safe.
Little Ivan is imprisoned in the fortress and will continue until his wife instructs the guards guarding Little Ivan to kill him immediately if someone rescues him. It is impossible for him to launch a coup against his aunt, so everything is harmonious.
'Let's enjoy the beautiful morning light.'
Peter sighed.
The palace was very large, so he did not ride in a carriage, but walked along at a leisurely pace.
While walking, I opened my dashboard and looked at the St. Andre Medal points. The song I wrote yesterday about my aunt Rises actually got 10 points. What an unexpected surprise.
Once the fashion arrives, work hard to reach 100 points, and he will be stable.
Walking like this, I came to a garden unconsciously.
The snow stopped yesterday, and there are ice in some places in the city, including here. Although the garden is full of dead branches and leaves, the ice hangs on the trees, and the light shines on it, giving it a refreshing feeling.
The atmosphere was just right and the artistic conception was up. Just when Peter was about to recite a poem, he suddenly heard a popping sound. An ice cube was broken by something and fell directly to the ground, turning into ice shards all over the ground.