Chapter 58 Add poison to poison, fight poison with poison?
Peter was thinking about Sergei's information as he walked towards the fox-masked woman.
Sergey Saltykov was born into the oldest and most prominent aristocratic family in Russia.
His brother has little presence. The brothers' father was their aunt's aide-de-camp, and their mother was loyal to her during the coup four years ago.
Sergei's wife is Matrona Balk, who was once a female chamberlain in the palace.
The marriage was entirely on Sergei's whim. At that time, he saw Matrona swinging on a swing. The breeze lifted Matrona's skirt and exposed her ankles. The next day Sergey proposed to Matrona.
Proposal.
But he soon got tired of Matrona, returned to his romantic nature, and left Matrona alone in the empty room.
Peter did not really seduce Matrona, it was entirely Sergei who was too bad and his evil deeds cannot be described.
Sergey, exile is not enough, he must die!
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"Beautiful lady, may I ask you to dance?"
In an aristocratic manner, Peter, wearing the devil's mask, walked up to Matrona.
Sergey was chatting and laughing in the distance, and was courting a young woman. Matryona couldn't help but feel resentful in her heart.
Perhaps out of revenge, or perhaps infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere at this time, Matryona readily agreed.
The two began to dance, and then their bodies occasionally touched each other.
Peter's figure now reaches the average of a nobleman, and he possesses the skills of aristocratic manners, which inevitably shows his advantages when getting close to the body.
Matrona couldn't help but look at Peter in surprise.
Peter said apologetically:
"Ma'am, please don't mind my rudeness, it's just the way it is and it's annoying."
Hidden behind the fox mask, Matryona's face turned red. Later, she took the opportunity of dancing to glance at her, and she couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
Those who didn't know better thought it contained a matchlock gun.
This... is incredible!
Then, for some reason, Matrona stumbled, and Peter helped her.
Although Peter's complete face cannot be seen, both his posture and his eyes are full of gentlemanly style and perfect.
"Madam, please be careful. If you fall, the Holy Mother will sigh."
Peter's words are like the spring breeze blowing over the earth and causing flowers to bloom.
Matryona's heart beat wildly.
At this moment, Matryona felt that she was a little unsteady on her feet.
"You are really good at talking."
Matryona didn't even remember how long it had been before she lowered her head shyly like a girl.
Peter smiled slightly.
He let go of Matryona's hand and gave her a gentlemanly salute:
"Madam, with just this song, your figure and appearance have been imprinted in my heart. I am afraid that I will lose sleep every night in the future. Please allow me to propose a toast to you."
The waiter happened to come to Peter. Peter picked up the wine, drank it in one gulp, and then turned and left.
Matryona was stunned, and she couldn't help but feel lost.
Why did he just leave like that?
He didn't even ask for his own name?
After a long time, she looked back and saw that her husband was still flirting with the young woman. Matrona couldn't help feeling disgusted, and her bitter resentment made her move her steps and chase her away.
However, in just a moment, she never found that figure again.
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Watching Peter finally leave with the woman after dancing, the two women's eyes lit up at the same time and they set off immediately.
At this time, Peter came to the palace terrace to get some fresh air.
He didn't like the hustle and bustle of the party, so he would just show up when his aunt showed up.
As I was looking at the night sky, a hesitant voice suddenly came from behind me:
"Your Majesty...are you, Your Majesty?"
Peter was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw a sheep's head, which startled him.
As if he knew that His Highness had been disturbed, the man hurriedly took off his mask and saluted Peter in panic:
"Your Highness... I'm sorry, I frightened you...!"
The moonlight was like water, falling onto the terrace. Taking advantage of the moonlight, Peter came here and turned out to be Countess Roman.
Peter suddenly realized that with Faranelli here, such a luxurious event, and the baptisms had been completed in the afternoon, this family would naturally participate.
Thinking that this lady only had two years left to live, Peter couldn't help feeling a little pity.
He smiled and said:
"Countess, where is the little angel?"
The Countess quickly replied:
"Your Highness, your goddaughter is asleep and is being looked after by a servant."
Peter nodded, looked at the Countess's respectful look and said:
"Don't be so restrained. Relax. Nothing happens. Let's chat."
Peter sat down as he spoke. He wanted to ask the countess what regrets she had in life.
After all, if the trajectory remains unchanged, she will only have two years to live. Around him, this is probably the first person he knows who will die, and it is inevitable to feel a little emotional.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Although the countess said so, she keenly caught Peter's eyes looking at the vodka and quickly ran over to get it and pour it for Peter.
A body fragrance that seemed to be full of temptation hit his face, and Peter frowned. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the countess seemed very hot!