Cold winds howled, frost and snow flew, and the land of Siberia west of the Ural Mountains quickly changed its flag in the last month of this cold winter, and the Red Empire, which had lasted for nearly 25 years, was finally completely destroyed in the infinite power of the second tyrant. Countless statues, portraits, and badges of leaders were completely destroyed by the ecstatic and enraged crowds, and the anthologies of loving fathers, which were once enshrined in the Bible, were burned in the furnace. The Russian people are using every means they can think of to erase the mark left by that tyrannical empire around them; However, for an entire generation, the past decades are still painful memories that they cannot erase!

Tens of thousands of scrawny and wounded "hostile elements" were finally able to get out of the cold prisons and labor camps after the arrival of the imperial Russian army. However, when they were freed, few of them were able to emerge with ecstasy. As victims of the Red Terror supported by the violent machine, they have long been worn away by the hellish slave life of the past; Countless victims have lost their lives under the torture of excessive labor and the rampant flogging and harsh punishment, and the mine sites are full of bones and graves. And those who survived have long since been separated from their wives, their families are ruined, and between the vast and vast world, where is the place for them to go?

On March 7, Alexei finally returned to St. Petersburg, which had been renamed back to its old name. Although the Russian soldiers had been mobilized to restore the city to its original appearance, the devastated scenes of war could still be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys. The citizens were numbly rummaging through the rubble. In order to be able to salvage some daily necessities. A significant number of them can only sleep on the streets in the corner after nightfall. Relying on a pitiful amount of charcoal, I struggled with the freezing temperature, which was still below freezing. In the former center of power in the Romanov Empire, there was also a bleak scene: Alexanderplatz was bursting with bluestone and full of craters; The walls of the Winter Palace are even more shattered, and the jewels and diamonds and jade in the palace have long been missing. When the young tsar saw his childhood home being ravaged like this, he was so sad that he could hardly hold back his tears, and the attendants and generals beside him were also silent, and there was no longer the joy of the great cause of the Northern Expedition finally succeeded.

In fact, scenes in St. Petersburg. It is already one of the lucky regions in the entire Western Siberian Plain. As the "newly established" capital of the imperial Russian regime, it gave priority to the supply of various daily necessities, and transport planes from Germany would land at its out-of-town airports from time to time to bring humanitarian relief items urgently needed by the residents. And in those ordinary towns and villages, countless people are struggling and suffocating in a dilapidated ruin; Under the rule of the Red Empire, they already lacked the necessary consumer goods, and the current war, which lasted for many years, has brought the original social production order into collapse. The vast rural areas are barren in arable land, pastures are abandoned, and skinny starvation is everywhere; The townspeople had to go to the nearby suburbs to find their own food, and the bark and grass roots were used to feed themselves. The factory was shut down and the machinery was damaged. Many cities are unable to provide even basic water and electricity, and transportation is on the verge of being paralyzed. Victorious Imperial Russian regime. What he inherited was undoubtedly a desperate Gobi full of holes; At present, Russia's main industrial and agricultural products are few and sparse, and even worse than the results of the same region more than half a century ago!

Two months later, in mid-May, after initially stabilizing the country's political power, Alexei boarded an armed train to Germany with his family and a group of government dignitaries. In addition to congratulating Qingying on his upcoming birthday, it is more important to seek loans and material assistance; After all, the current situation facing the government in St. Petersburg is so rotten that even if it has already owed tens of billions of marks in arms and foreign debts to the other side in the previous war, it must now go up and ask for loan support. After a two-hour gallop, the armoured train reached the German-controlled border town of Narva, 130 kilometers away. After the tsar and his entourage changed to a broad-gauge special train, they were finally able to relax in a foreign land, and they did not have to worry about the surprise attack of the remnants of Red Russia, but could enjoy the bright scenery during the journey.

The morning sun is bright, and the sky is blue like the sea. By the time the Russians woke up from their slumber, a dreamlike city had come into their sights from outside the car window. Countless majestic and lofty skyscrapers are like mountains, like sharp swords, piercing straight into the distant sky; The bright spring sun pours like a curtain, coating their surfaces with a dazzling brilliance. After decades of peacebuilding, Berlin today is no longer the same as it was at the turn of the century; Whether it is the vertical and horizontal area or the appearance pattern, it is difficult to match in the whole world. When they changed to a car sent by the German government to travel through the city, they deeply felt the difference between themselves and the other party: the prosperity and magnificence contained in this city alone seemed to be able to exceed all the current towns of their own!

Under Qingying's arrangement, this group of Russians was divided into two groups. His government officials were led to the Capitol building in front of Unter den Linden to study the details of the aid with his secretaries of state; The Alexei family was brought directly into the palace to meet with their relatives. When that handsome figure appeared in front of the door, Qingying suddenly had a confused feeling of returning to the past; The young man in gorgeous clothes in front of him is completely a delicate version of the face of Nicholas II that he saw forty years ago!

"Father......" Before Qingying could speak, Elena next to Alexei had already run over like a gust of wind, and her jade arms were stretched out, hugging his body tightly. Feeling the blooming affection of her daughter, Qingying, who has long become more and more solemn because of her authority, is now soft again in her heart under the impact of this blood kinship; He caressed Elena's bright blonde waterfall hair lovingly, and the corners of his mouth showed a kind smile that he could not see in ordinary times, as if the person in front of him was still the precocious and intelligent beautiful girl 20 years ago. Qingying suddenly found that there was already a considerable gap in her life; The image he plays in front of his youngest son, Prince Sprint, is almost always that of a strict father who constantly urges him to move forward, but his concern for his life and the daily communication between father and son seem to have not been seen for a long time.

Qingying's eyes swept and saw that Alexei was still holding two pink-carved drooping children, who were the twin dragons and phoenixes raised by him and Elena. Due to Alexei's own hemophilia, Qingying was quite worried for a while that the offspring of his union with his daughter would have abnormal congenital lesions; Thankfully, the defective gene, inherited from Queen Victoria, was well concealed by the pairing with normal genes, and their twins were in good health from birth to the present. Seeing Qingying's gaze, Alexei smiled and let go of the hand holding the two of them, and asked them to go and bow in front of his maternal grandfather. Stepan, who was made the crown prince of Imperial Russia, was a little timid about the foreign monarch in front of him, who had never seen him a few times, and the look of wanting to refuse and welcome made Qingying can't help but sigh; But the female archduchess Delia is quite lively, and the laughter and laughter that wraps Qingying around her knees on the left and right make him not only think of the years when his daughter Elena was a child.

"Grandpa, why are you already old, but you can still look as good as your father?" In a warm and warm atmosphere, 7-year-old Delia suddenly asked in a crisp voice with a blink of her aqua blue eyes. As soon as these words came out, not only Stepan's eyes widened with curiosity, but even Elena and Alexei were a little surprised. Time has passed, and today's Qingying has long passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, but his face is still like a middle-aged man who is not yet confused, and Elena is the most obvious touch. For as long as she could remember, her father was the epitome of a perfect lover, so much so that the pretentious suitors of her age were nothing to mention in her eyes, and only Alexei could be looked down upon by her. However, today, his father still retains most of the style of the year, which is really an incredible situation!

Qingying suddenly burst out laughing, and her laughter was full of heartiness and happiness. The butlers and guards standing outside the door were amazed, and it seemed that the emperor had never been so happy to vent his feelings in their memory. However, after a short time, Qingying's voice gradually took on a bit of indescribable desolation and emotion, and the smile on her face was also mixed with heavy bitterness and loneliness. Counting the time, it has been almost half a century since I came to this world suddenly, and I and this world have been deeply marked by the years. The scenes of the past flickered in front of his eyes like a marquee, and the beautiful, sweet, sad, or exciting past events swept him up like a tide, making him wander in the whirlpool of overlapping and turbulent memories, with a mixture of joy and sorrow. Tirpitz, Hindenburg, Holwig and other old people who accompanied him at the beginning were all old at this time, although a group of newcomers in their prime had already inherited and carried forward their legacy, but those glittering glorious past, how could they not make Qingying, who had also entered the twilight years, reminisce about it?

"That's because grandpa will always remember the past of youth in his heart, so grandpa will never grow old." Qingying touched her granddaughter Delia's head and replied softly. (To be continued......)

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