Barking! Barking!

Whew—

Outside the main hall of Elizabeth Palace, Peter was braving the cold wind and playing with several large dogs in the snow.

"What is he doing? Didn't he not allow his dog to be brought into the Elizabeth Palace? ”

At the main entrance of the main hall, a graceful and elegant fat woman stared at the barking dog in the distance.

Elizabeth. Petrovna, Peter's second aunt, the Tsaress of the All-Russian Empire, was in her favorite close friend Alexei. Count Razumovsky was helped to board the carriage that went out.

"Go and call him!"

Empress Elizabeth looked a little angry.

"Oh aunt, it's such a pleasure to meet you!"

Peter exclaimed, expressionless.

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Yes, Yes, my Honourable Majesty"

Peter gave a chivalric courtesy, which may be a little tsundere as a traverser.

"I remember I said you weren't allowed to keep dogs in the palace, right?"

Although only 18 years older than Peter, the nearly 40-year-old Tsar already looks quite vicissitudes. She continued to gain weight, and she also suffered from gallstones that could stun her, and the huge Russian Empire was supported by her alone to avoid major accidents and wars, and the fatigue during this period can be imagined.

"You did say that, but these are not German breed dogs, but dogs from Siberia, the Russian Empire, don't you even allow me to keep Russian Empire dogs?"

"Hmph, I'm talking 'no dogs'!"

Because Peter used to follow the example of Frederick the Great, King of Prussia, who led his dog around all day long, and even contracted a terrible smallpox and fell pockmarked on his face, Empress Elizabeth always hated dogs.

"Look, don't you think this dog is very pretty? How white the coat is, how white, how clean..."

"Enough!"

The Empress glanced at the big dogs that Peter was leading, and felt a little disgusted with the conversation.

"You say it's a Russian dog, what breed is it?"

"This pure white coat is a Samoyed, this black and white is a pair of huskies with a pair of beautiful sea blue eyes, both sled dogs from Siberia. You know the sled dogs, right? Siberian hunters would tie ten sled dogs together in horse-drawn carts and pull them across the endless snowfields. In that kind of place, sled dogs are much better than horses..."

"Enough! I don't have time to listen to you! ”

"Okay, whatever you want"

Peter said.

"If you could spend more of your time with dogs elsewhere, I might be able to look up to you!"

"Somewhere else, ah, do you mean to give you an heir? Didn't your spy tell you? I've done it with her, my obligations have been done, and the rest is hers."

"Hmph, that's going to have to wait until the heir is actually born! Let's go! ”

Queen Elizabeth glared at Peter and twisted into the carriage.

"Sending my aunt on her way!"

Peter returned the salute again with a knightly salute.

You should be able to keep these silly dogs, right? It seems that I won't need to make dog meat hot pot for a while.

Peter no longer paid attention to the sleigh carriage in the distance, but looked down at the Samoyed and the Husky, who were bewildered with their tongues out.

Could it be that I have to raise a few big Russian black bears like the Russian presidents of later generations?