Struggle in Russia - v3 Chapter 879 gaffe

"Damn bastards, bastards, vile liars, I'm going to xxxxx you guys..."

After returning to his study, Alexander II lost his temper as expected. It was originally just an ordinary meeting of the royal front, but it turned into a denunciation meeting for the third volume.

And his great Russian father of all beings was forced to do nothing but watch a group of courtiers jump on his head and do whatever they wanted. This feeling stabbed him so deeply that the fluttering of the past few months was completely gone.

"Dear, what happened? What happened to you?" Queen Maria asked with concern.

The furious Alexander II didn't immediately answer his wife, but after he lost his temper again and vented all his anger, he sat down on his office chair and replied sullenly:

"Today I let my father down. I didn't control the situation like him. I let a bunch of despicable **** control my will. Sure enough... I'm still too weak!"

Alexander II, who covered his face with his hands, did not want Queen Mary to see his tearful face, although his wife had seen him many times in the past, and in many cases it was her who encouraged Alexander II to be able to rebuild. Cheer up.

But since he succeeded to the throne, he has increasingly disliked this situation, which always makes him feel that his weakest handle is being controlled by others, and he always feels uncomfortable.

Queen Maria did not get close to her husband. As a keen woman, she had already realized the changes of her husband after he ascended the throne. Crown Prince Alexander may need her warm embrace, but Tsar Alexander II does not.

Even she could feel that the closer she got, the farther Alexander II would escape, and to restore his confidence, she must first maintain the right distance.

"My dear, I think you are too **** yourself," Queen Maria replied softly, "I know what you will be facing after your father's death, and no one can get away with that situation. , not even a father... and you have done your best, you have protected this country and our family, and you have saved all Russia from war, which in my opinion is great enough!"

Alexander II still had his face covered, but the sobbing sounds were much smaller. He was obviously listening intently and was satisfied with Queen Mary's praise.

Queen Maria continued: "However, you and I know that many problems are not solved, and those problems cannot be solved overnight. Before solving those problems, we will definitely encounter setbacks, and we may have to make concessions. We've discussed it many times before one o'clock, and we all know that sometimes we have to retreat in order to move forward, and this retreat is not a failure, it's just a necessary strategy!"

Alexander II finally stopped sobbing. He sat there with his face covered, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he still didn't mean to speak.

Queen Mary said emotionally: "My dear, I always believe that you can lead Russia to create a great era, and you will become a king greater than your father or even Peter the Great. I have never doubted this, I always believe that these difficulties will not be difficult for you, you will become stronger and stronger, and you will always be my pride!"

Having said that, Queen Maria leaned down and kissed Alexander II's masked hands, and then quietly left the study, as if she had never entered the study and said nothing.

When the door closed, Alexander II finally removed his masked hands. He carefully looked at the situation in the study to make sure that his wife had left, and then sighed faintly.

Then he sat there silently, as if recalling what Queen Maria had just said, and after a while he rang the bell and called old Adlerberg to ask:

"Where's the queen?"

The old man replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Queen is praying for you in the small prayer room. Do you need me to invite her over?"

Alexander II nodded with satisfaction, then shook his hand and said, "No, you go and tell the queen that I want to have dinner with her at night, so I'll set it at eight o'clock and let the kitchen prepare her favorite dishes."

Old Adlerberg bowed his body and didn't ask anything. He was very obedient and slowly retreated to the door. Just when his fingers touched the doorknob, Alexander II suddenly gave an order: "Let Pobedono Count Stev and Rostovtsev to see me at once!"

Old Adlerberg bowed again, but still he didn't ask any questions and walked out respectfully, not because he wasn't curious, but because he knew when there was a problem and when he just had to follow orders honestly.

Pobedonostsev returned to the Winter Palace again, which he was all too familiar with, but in just an hour or two, his mood was completely different. A few hours ago he had attended the Council of the Imperial Conclave with great ambition, thinking that from this day onwards he would be able to herald a new era in Russia, in which he would be the right-hand man of Alexander II, a man like Benkendorf and Uvarov of those days. A man like the count.

However, he was soon splashed with cold water or beaten up~www.novelbuddy.com~ Those ambitions were burst like soap bubbles, and then he realized that he was so Poor and small.

So much so that when he enters the Winter Palace again now, he only has uselessness, remorse, and full of caution in his heart, and he no longer feels how powerful, how powerful, and how insufferable he is.

It's a good thing to start from this point alone, because he finally learns to see himself clearly and can find his own shortcomings. Just putting this aside, he felt that the purpose of Alexander II's call for him was likely to be removed from office on the spot.

After all, his performance was really bad before, and he was not at all sorry for Alexander II's Xinnai, and he was also sorry for the official position of the third boss. If the previous boss of the third part knew about his performance, he would just spit at him in contempt.

Pobedonostsev walked into the royal study full of frustration and worry. What surprised him was that there were already other people in the study, but this was not particularly surprising to him, after all, the third book was so important The place could not be vacant, and it was normal to ask him to come over and do the handover directly in person.

What surprised Pobedonostsev was that it was Count Rostovtsev who might have to hand over to him. He didn't understand why it was this old guy!