"Oh yes! I won, I won! ”

After six sets in a row, Catherine finally won once.

"Oops, it's going to take a few hundred, it's too complicated, look at the headache, don't play, don't play"

Peter leaned back in his chair with all his strength.

is worthy of being the future heroine, she has already mastered the essence in only 6 sets, and she is pressing forward step by step... He Guo Zijing has also played backgammon for more than 20 years, but now he has been defeated by a beginner woman, which is really frustrating!

"Hey, Your Highness, you shouldn't stop playing just because you lost a game, right?"

Ekaterina smiled and defiantly.

"No, no, I just wanted to relax and have fun, but now I'm a little dizzy, no, I have to squint and take a break."

"Oh, don't, play with me again~"

The woman said softly.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the last game, hey, I'm sleepy in the afternoon, yawn—"

"Your Highness is sleepy when you encounter a problem, hehe"

"Of course, the more you think about things, the more brain-draining you become, and of course you get a headache and sleepiness! I'm not like you, I'm stupid except when I fantasize about love, I'm shrewd all the time."

"How can I have- Your Highness is so shrewd... I became stupid when I met His Highness."

Looking at the woman with an ambiguous expression, slightly drooping eyes and flushed cheeks, Peter suddenly had an irrepressible urge.

"I... Uh, I... Ahem, whatever you think, let's hurry up and play chess."

"Your Highness, do you really want to continue playing chess?"

The silk skirt was slowly pulled up, and the expression of the woman opposite became more and more hot, the corners of her mouth bit the tip of her tongue, and she looked extremely tempting...

Belch... Goo!

Peter swallowed.

Boom – Boom!

Just when the husband and wife wanted to climb as fast as possible, the carriage seemed to be suddenly hit by something, floated up, and soon fell heavily to the ground, and then flipped out because of the unstable center of gravity.

"Ahh Whoa—"

"Oh god - my feet... Ahh

Peter and Catherine clutched their heads in pain, and held their feet in tears, and both of them were now lying on top of the carriage, the top of the carriage upside down, to be exact.

Bang! Bang! Crash!

The glass on the carriage door was shattered from the outside, but the force was well controlled, and it didn't splash everywhere.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, are you alright?"

The red-clad Praetorian leaned into the carriage.

"No, it's not good... I feel like I've hit somewhere, and I have a terrible headache... Ahh

"Your Highness, I'll pull you out first, can you still move?"

"Huh? Yes, you can move."

Peter shook his head vigorously, and he still felt a little dizzy.

"Here, watch out for broken glass... Keep your head down and be careful to knock on the top of your head..."

"Phew—it's finally out... What the hell is going on? Why did the carriage turn over? ”

Peter looked around nervously and saw that there was a circle of palace guards, and they were currently in a dense forest, and the environment was very unfavorable.

"Oh shit!"

I felt like I was holding something in my hand, but when I looked up, I saw that it was a broken violin.

"Hell, damn it, this violin is very expensive! Ahh Is someone trying to attack me? Yes? ”

"Your Highness! Your Highness, please calm down first! Calm down, Your Highness! ”

Yelling at him was his personal attendant, Baron Mirkovsky, the equivalent of a secretary and bodyguard.

"What the hell happened to Mirkovsky? Is this a blatant attack on me? Where's the killer? How dare you destroy my violin! I... I'm going to have to hack him to death!" ”

Peter clutched his violin, which had been broken in two, and screamed viciously.

"Your Highness! Rest assured, Your Highness, nothing will happen to you! Please first... Calm down! Just relax! You don't have to be so nervous! ”

"Uh-huh-well! Just relax! I'm not nervous! I... That's right! Catherine! Ekaterina is still in the carriage! Fast! Go and save him! Hurry up, what are you still doing! Yes? ”

"Yes, Your Highness! The Praetorian guards are saving the crown princess! Your Highness, don't worry, the crown princess will be fine! ”

"Uh-that-well-whew-whew-"

Peter gasped for breath and sat down in front of the carriage with Mirkovsky's help, a position that would not have been hit even if shot from a distance.

"Oh - my feet - my feet seem to be broken! I can't use it at all, I can't move my feet! It hurts—"

Catherine, dressed in a long aqua blue silk dress, was dragged out, wailing in pain.

"Catherine! You okay? ”

"Is it Your Highness, are you calling me? I'm okay, Your Highness, where are you? ”

Catherine struggled to get upright, but the pain of her steps caused her to fall to the ground reflexively.

"I'm here! Belch... The back of the carriage! Feed! Bring Catherine here! ”

"It's Your Highness!"

The guards carried the crown princess to Peter's side, also leaning against the back of the carriage.

"Your Highness... It's great to meet you! ”

Catherine, whose cheeks were very tear-stained, reluctantly stretched out her hand to Peter.

"Here I am, Catherine! I am here! ”

Peter quickly took it with both hands and held it up.

"Thank God! To have Your Highness by your side in my most painful time..."

After saying this, Ekaterina fainted.

"Hey, Catherine! Feed! Hey, hey! She... What's wrong with her? Well? Let's see what's wrong with her? Did you pass out or... Yes? ”

Peter screamed wildly and slapped the ground, much to the dismay of the others.

"Your Highness! The crown princess's pulse and breathing were normal, but she fainted in pain."

"So, what happened to her feet? Is it broken or what? Yes? ”

"It's a broken ankle, Your Highness, it's not a big deal, but it needs to be fixed with something to prevent further damage..."

"Then don't fix it quickly! What nonsense! ”

"Yes, yes, I'm looking for something to fix..."

The Praetorian Officer replied in a panic.

"That's... Could there be some disease in her foot? Than、Like lame or something? ”

"No, it shouldn't be, Your Highness, as long as you heal it in time, there will be no residual problems!"

"Oh oh, that's good, that's good..."

Whew-

Peter leaned back on the carriage, looking depressed and slackening.

Oh Nima! Why did you ask Lao Tzu to catch up with the assassination? I haven't heard of Peter III being assassinated, Nyima! What the hell!