Only by retaining one's position of power can one realize one's political ambitions after oneself truly takes power.

Lin Yiqing "selflessly" taught Crown Prince Rudolph his "experience of struggle", and Rudolph, who has always been good at learning, listened to it all this time.

It's just that Rudolph doesn't know that his fate, from the day he met Lin Yiqing, has already embarked on another path.

In the distance, Franz? Emperor Joseph was also relieved to see his son and Lin Yiqing talking happily.

The changes in his son these days are very noticeable to him.

"This envoy of the Emperor of Qianguo has become friends with Rudolph." The Empress's voice sounded beside the Emperor, "I hope he can bring a beneficial influence to Rudolph." ”

"What are you worried about? Sissi? Emperor Ao seemed to hear what the Empress was saying, and immediately asked, "Aren't you also very impressed with this envoy?" ”

"This man is handsome, strong, intelligent, enthusiastic, and erudite, and more action-oriented than Mr. Hayashi Yizhe." The queen looked at Lin Yiqing, and a strange light flashed in her eyes, "It's just ......"

"Just what?" Emperor Ao asked curiously.

"There are too many of his women, and they are too beautiful and excellent." The Empress smiled slightly and replied, "I have just spoken with his wife, and although she is the daughter of a famous Japanese general, she can be called a princess...... How did Valerie come? And to talk so affectionately with a British naval officer? The queen's gaze suddenly turned to her daughter.

"Valerie seems to have a good eye, the young naval officer is said to be a relative of Mr. Achilles of the East, and a Rothchild." The Emperor knew Chen Wei's identity - in fact, the police officers had investigated the identities of all the guests and reported them to their emperor.

"Oh, that's right...... The queen originally planned to intervene and stop her daughter from interacting with the naval officer, but when she heard her husband say that the other party was a relative of Lin Yiqing or a Rothschild, she immediately dismissed this idea.

The queen looked at Chen Wei for a while, and found that this young man had an aura similar to Andrhahi's.

At this moment, she had already decided that not only could she not stop her daughter, but also let her daughter continue to have a relationship with him.

Vienna, suburbs, small hotels.

Mrs. Elizabeth was asleep, breathing mellow and loud. Her mouth was slightly open, as if to laugh or say something, her young, plump breasts rising and falling softly under the covers. Outside the window, the morning sun first appeared, but the winter morning was warm and warm, and everything slept in half-light and half-darkness, and the outline was vague.

Shuzo Aoki got up gently, and he didn't know why. Now he often does this: in the middle of his work, he suddenly picks up his hat, hurries out of the house, and runs out into the field, and he runs faster and faster, until he is exhausted, and suddenly stops in a strange place, his knees tremble, and his temples jump; or suddenly staring at each other in a lively conversation, not knowing what to say, answering the wrong question, and having to force yourself to return to normalcy; Or when he undressed at night, he was confused, and sat on the edge of the bed in a trance with his shoes in his hand, until his wife called him, or his boots fell to the floor with a bang, which woke him up.

At this moment he walked from the somewhat stuffy bedroom to the balcony, and he felt a wave of surprise, and involuntarily pressed his elbows to his abdomen to warm up. The scenery in front of him was still completely shrouded in morning mist. From his small house, which he usually sat on a high place, the small lake was like a mirror, and the white clouds in the sky were reflected in the lake. Today on the lake, a milky white fog is rolling and tumbling. Everything was damp, dark, slippery and gray as far as his eyes could see, and everywhere he could see, the trees were dripping with water, and the balcony was damp. The rising world resembles a man who has just escaped from a flood and is still drenched in strings of water. Through the mist, the sound of people talking could be heard, but it was gurgling and indistinct, like the wheezing sound of a drowning man's throat. Sometimes there is also the sound of thrashing and church bells coming from afar. This sound, which used to be crisp, now sounds damp, as if it had been embroidered. There was a dampness between him and the world around him.

Aoki Shuzo felt a chill, but he didn't leave, his hands deep in his pockets, waiting for the fog to dissipate and he could look into the distance. The fog began to roll up slowly from below, like a piece of gray paper, and a strong attachment swelled in his heart for this lovely view, which he knew was in good order, but was obscured by the morning mist, and the clear lines of the usual scenery made him feel refreshed and refreshed. When he was usually upset, he always walked to the window, and the view under his eyes was pleasing to his eyes, and his mood calmed down; On the other side of the lake, the houses lined up in the woods, the steamboat paddled lightly through the blue waters, the seagulls gathered happily on the shore, and the wisps of smoke rose from the red chimneys in a silver spiral and drifted into the sky with the ringing of the midday bells—apparently all this was telling him: what a flat world! As for him, though he knew that the world was crazy, and he believed in these beautiful signs, because he had forgotten his homeland for some hours because of this place he had chosen, a few months ago, in order to escape from his busy official duties and the people around him, he had come to Vienna from Amsterdam, and he felt that his weathered and troubled soul had found peace and solace here, and that his wounds had been healed. The scenery here soothes his heart, and the clear lines and colors arouse his desire to make art. Because of this, whenever his vision is blurred and the scenery is dim on a foggy morning like today, he always has a feeling of alienation and abandonment. At this time, he felt an infinite sympathy for everything shrouded in the fog below, for the people of his homeland in the distance, and longed to breathe and share the fate with them.

From the fog came the four chimes of the church bell tower, followed by eight crisp chimes in the early morning. He felt like he was on the spire, and he felt indescribably alone. The world was in front of him, and his wife was behind him, still asleep in the dark. A desire arose in his heart to tear down this soft wall of fog and feel the awakening information and reliable life wherever he wanted. When he looked far away, he felt that in the gray place below, at the end of the village, there was a winding path leading to the hill here, where something seemed to be wriggling upward, either a man or an animal. Vaguely, the little thing was coming up, and he felt a pang of joy at first, for it was not only him who had woken up, but he was now mixed with an impatient, morbid curiosity. Where the gray thing was moving, there was a fork in the road, a road leading to a nearby village, and a road leading to the hill here. It seemed to take a deep breath there, hesitate for a moment, and then staggered up the narrow mountain path.

A wave of uneasiness came over Shuzo Aoki. "Who's this stranger coming up?" He asked himself, "What forced him to leave his dim, warm bedroom and, like me, run outside early in the morning?" He's coming to me? Why did he come to me? The fog was thinner in the distance, and now he recognized him: it was the postman. Every morning, as soon as the bell rang at eight o'clock, he climbed the mountain to come here, and Aoki Shuzo was familiar with him, with a red sailor's beard on his dull face, gray temples, and a pair of blue glasses on the bridge of his nose. His name was "Walnut Tree". Because of his hard movements, and the solemn look with which he always threw his big black leather bag to the right before handing over the letters to others, he called him "Old Man Walnut". Aoki Shuzo couldn't help but laugh when he saw him throw the parcel to the left, walking step by step, and walking indecently because of his short legs.

But suddenly he felt his knees tremble. The hands that had put the pergola on the eyes also fell off as if they were paralyzed.

The uneasiness of today, yesterday, and all these weeks has struck again. He felt in his heart that this person was coming towards him step by step, specifically to find him. He subconsciously opened the door, crept past his sleeping wife, hurried downstairs, and came to the path with a fence on both sides to greet the visitor. At the garden gate, he ran into him.

"You...... You have ......," he said three times in quick succession. "Do you have my letter?"

The postman lifted his wet glasses, stared at him and said, "Yes, yes." He jerked the black parcel to his right, and rummaged through the letter with his fog-frozen, red, wet fingers like maggots. Aoki Shuzo straight spray. Finally, a letter was picked out. The large brown envelope was broadly stamped with the word "official", and his name was underneath. "Gotta sign." The postman spoke, licking the wet carbon pen and handing him the registration book. Due to the excitement, Aoki Shuzo's signature was difficult to read, and the registration book was scratched.

Aoki Shuzo then took the letter from the postman's fat, red hand, but his fingers were so stiff that it slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground, to the wet earth and leaves. As he leaned over to pick up the letter, a foul, musty smell hit his nose.

That was what had happened, and now he understood perfectly well that it was this letter, the letter which he did not want to ask, but which he was waiting for, which had been sent to him from afar without reason and manners, which groped at him, and whose dull words typed by its typewriter had robbed him of his warm life and his freedom. He had felt that the letter had come from somewhere, like a cavalryman patrolling the dense forest, and felt that a cold, invisible barrel of a gun was aimed at him, and that the barrel contained a small lead nine, which was about to be shot into his body. He fought back, but to no avail. He had been thinking about these things for many nights, and now he finally came to the door.

The letter rustled in his hand at the moment, and he felt a chill in his body. Shuzo Aoki struggled to keep himself calm. What does this piece of paper have to do with me! He said to himself: Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, these little trees will grow thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands of pieces of paper, and each piece of paper is the same as this one, and it has nothing to do with me. What do you mean by "business"? Why should I watch it? Now I hold no office among them, and therefore no office can rule over me. That's my name - is that who I am? Who can force me to say that this piece of paper is me, who can force me to look at what is written on it? If you don't look at this piece of paper and tear it up, then the pieces will keep falling into the lake, and I don't know anything, others don't know anything, the world is still the same, and I'm still the same! How could such a piece of paper, such a piece of paper, whose contents only I want to know, make me uneasy? I don't want it, I don't want anything but my freedom.

He stretched out his fingers, ready to tear the hard envelope open and tear it to shreds. But strangely: the muscles didn't listen to him at all. There was something in his own hand that defied his will, because his hand would not listen to him. He tried to tear the envelope open with his hand, but his hand carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the blank sheet of paper with a shineeze. The content of the letter is to be written in a mouth-to-mouth mouth

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