"What do you mean?" "Sir, don't those guys always clamor for some legitimate king to ascend the throne? Although they can't stand it, there are still some common people and nobles who don't know the truth who are bewitched by them, instead of giving them a reason to speak , why not let His Majesty the King come out and temporarily replace his sister as regent, which can stop these guys' mouths, and the King can also go through some practical matters, I wonder what do you think?" Chen Zaixing did not answer immediately, and Diok was not in a hurry, but just slightly. He bowed and waited. After a while, Chen Zaixing finally smiled and said: "Okay, then let's do it according to the wishes of the counselor!" "Thank you, sir!" "There is nothing to say thank you too much or not. Now the kingdom can be regarded as my motherland. This is also my duty. !" When Chen Zaixing said this, he picked up the tea cup and stood up quickly, saying respectfully: "The little man will leave first!" "See you off!" A strange voice came from the door. , a tall Sikh guard with a machete at his waist stretched out his hand to lift the bamboo curtain. Diok carefully backed up to the door, then turned and left. Watching the other party's leaving figure, Chen Zaixing took a sip of tea. A sneer appeared on his face. "Hmph! As the saying goes, 'Things can only come in threes'. I didn't expect that this guy sold out two masters, and now he's ready to make another move. It's really hard to change a country's nature! But it's okay, let's take advantage of this opportunity to deal with these guys. Come on, replace that honest man Maoji, and you can be safe for a few more years!¡± St. Petersburg, Russia. It is already late at night, but due to the high latitude here and close to the Arctic Circle, the sun can only reach a very small angle below the horizon. Due to the scattering effect of the atmosphere, the sky is still as bright as daytime. We can only wait until two or three hours in the middle of the night. At 0 o'clock, the sky will gradually darken, and at 6 o'clock, it will immediately light up. This is the famous ¡®white night¡¯ phenomenon. In the carriage, O'Neil. Bunge excitedly used the light of the "white night" to look at the majestic buildings and sculptures that can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road. St. Petersburg, located on the east coast of the Gulf of Finland and on the banks of the Neva River, can be said to be a complete projection of the Russian tsarist system. This city, which in the eighteenth century was a complete swamp, was from the beginning a product of the will of Tsar Peter I. In 1703, after Peter I defeated Sweden at the Battle of Narva, he built the Peter and Paul Fortress on Rabbit Island. It was also the first building in St. Petersburg. Hundreds of thousands of Russian serfs paid the price with their lives in order to open this "window to Europe." Subsequent tsars such as Queen Elizabeth, Catherine the Great, and Alexander I invited top-notch architects and craftsmen from Italy and France. They invited the French to design the Academy of Art, and the British to design the Baver For the Lovsk Palace, Italians were invited to design the Russian Museum and Theater, while famous Russian craftsmen designed the Kazan Church and the Admiralty for Alexander. Compared with the heavy and ancient Moscow, St. Petersburg, which has only less than 300 years of history, is much more magnificent and foreign-style. "What a beautiful city!" O'Neil. Bunji murmured to himself, but the beautiful face of Yeyudelina Ivanovna Trubetskaya appeared in front of his eyes. How young, how happy and how happy he was at that time. ! Wandering the streets of St. Petersburg with that wonderful person, it was as if the happy times would never end. But soon, O'Neil. Bunji's face turned gloomy. "Sir! We've arrived at No. 110, Foundry Street!" the coachman's voice interrupted O'Neil. Bunji's memories, he looked out the window, and the familiar Gothic building in his memory appeared in front of him. He took out a five-ruble note from his arms and handed it to the coachman in front of him: "Thank you very much. If you have any extra, go sell a glass of vodka!" "May the Holy Mother bless you, kind master!" The coachman shouted happily. He cracked his whip and made a sound with his tongue, and drove the carriage away. O'Neil. Bunji held the suitcase and pressed his chest. The hard feeling of the relic box gave him some confidence. Finally, he walked to the door, held his breath, and pressed the doorbell twice. A few minutes later, it was O'Neil. When Bunji thought there was no one in the room, the door was opened, and the characteristic nagging voice of an old woman came from inside. "For the sake of God and the Holy Mother, it's already past eleven o'clock. What kind of wanderer is still disturbing people? I swear to God, I will tell the steward all this, even if you kneel on the ground and beg me. It's no use." An old woman stuck her head out, O'Neil. Bungie took off his hat and nodded to him. "Hello, is Miss Ivanovna here?" "Oh!" I saw O'Neil. Seeing Bunji's unfamiliar face and neat clothes, the old woman instinctively covered her mouth: "I'm sorry, sir, please forgive me for being rude just now. I thought the person knocking on the door at this time was someone drunk. drunkard-¡ª¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing, Natasha, it¡¯s me who should be sorry!¡± "Onel. Bunji had already recognized this old woman as Ivanovna's former wet nurse. He asked in a soft voice: "Don't you recognize me? " "Oh God! "When the other party called out her name, the old woman opened her mouth in surprise. She blinked her confused eyes and looked at the tall young man in front of her with some confusion, but no matter how she recalled it, she still I couldn¡¯t remember who it was, so I had to reply apologetically: ¡°Please forgive me, sir, I am old and God has taken away my good memory from my mind. " "I am O'Neil. Bungie! That Dutchman in the grain business! "O'Neil. Bunji quickly reminded: "I once studied abroad at St. Petersburg University for two years and was Miss Ivanovna's classmate! " "oh! It turns out to be you! "Natasha finally recognized one of her young lady's many suitors many years ago, which made her immediately feel a sense of intimacy. She hurriedly pushed the door open a little, revealing the gap where O'Neil and Bungie could come in. Said: "Mr. Bunge, you haven't been here for many years, how are you doing now? " "I inherited the family business and have been doing grain business in East Asia and Indochina for many years. "O'Neil. Bunji walked in the door, struggled to wipe off the mud on the soles of the shoes, smiled and said to Natasha: "Good grandma, can you give me a glass of hot milk or something? I came here right after I got off the boat and haven¡¯t eaten anything since 4:30 in the afternoon! " "Oh, my God! Look at me, this old fool! Natasha patted her head: "Come with me, there is everything in the kitchen!" " In the kitchen, under the candlelight, O'Neil Bunge took a sip of hot tea with satisfaction and put the last piece of meat bread into his belly. Natasha sat opposite and asked: "Mr. Bunge, are you Want some dessert? There is also toast that tastes great! " "Thank you so much, good mama! "O'Neil. Bunji smiled and replied: "I really want to say more, but unfortunately my stomach can't hold it anymore! " "Mr. Bunge, you must have suffered a lot these years! Natasha looked at the other party with the kindness and pity unique to an old Russian woman: "Look at the way you were eating just now, just like a dock worker. I have already remembered a little of what you looked like back then. At that time, you were not what you are now." This is what it looks like! " "Mommy, it should be said that I have suffered some hardships over the years, but I have also enjoyed blessings! "O'Neil. Bunji took a sip of hot tea: "Especially in recent times, I eat like a king, oh, wrong, I should say like His Majesty the Tsar! " "His Majesty the Tsar? Natasha laughed at the other person's answer: "May God forgive your rudeness, my child!" " "This is real! "O'Neil. Bangji smiled and said: "I cooperated with the regent of the Kingdom of Myanmar on a business. He entertained me very well. Please believe me, those Asians enjoy it very much. By the way, mama, where is Ivanovna? How has she been doing these years? " Natasha's face became gloomy. She was silent for a while and replied in a low voice: "What else can be done! My poor little Ivana (nickname), the captain of the Semyonov Guards Regiment she married went to the Far East. I heard that she disappeared during an operation with the Tatars. It has been two years. There is no news yet, and the harvest of the manor has not been good in recent years. Alas! "Having said this, Natasha sighed and summed up the whole situation in a sentence with very Russian characteristics. "Everything is God's will! " "What about Ivanovna? ??Is she still alone? "O'Neil. Bunji asked in a tone as calm as possible, but he could still feel as if someone was beating drumsticks on his temples. "Poor Ivana! Natasha sighed: "That kind-hearted person always firmly believes that her eagle has not left this world, but has not come back somewhere in the world. Alas!" It¡¯s been three years. If I wanted to come back, I would have come back long ago! " Hearing that Ivanovna was alone now, Onel. Bunji finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt a sting in his heart. Is that Mikhail so worthy of love? ? He stretched out his hand to hold the relic box on his chest, and kept telling himself that the other party was dead, and there was no need to be angry about a dead person, so he gradually got over it. "Mr. Bunji, Mr. Bunji!" What's wrong with you? "A panicked voice interrupted O'Neil. Bunji's thoughts. He raised his head and saw Natasha looking at him with concern. "Mr. Bunji, what happened to you just now? Your face suddenly changed. Turning pale, is there nothing wrong? "Natasha asked in a low voice. She didn't know why, but she felt an inexplicable feeling of intimacy towards the young man in front of her who was not very familiar. "Mommy, it's nothing, I was thinking about other things just now!" O'Neil. Bunji smiled, thought for a while, and asked: "Mommy, I would like to ask you a question. If there is definite news about Captain Mikhail's life and death, do you think you should tell Miss Ivanovna? ?¡±