Frederick came out in his military uniform, and the 12 recruits were running to death in the riding area, each with a load wheel tied to their waists. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Philia walked up to Frederick with her whip, looked him up and down, and asked suspiciously, "Can you run?" ”

Frederick patted his chest and praised seriously: "The pepper water you have researched is very powerful, the wound has grown, and the stitches will probably be removed tomorrow." ”

Filia didn't believe it, and naughtily poked his pectoralis major muscle with her index finger: "I don't believe it, how can it be so fast." It really doesn't hurt?"

Frederick shook his head and sneered, and ran away.

Ten kilometers of aerobic exercise whetted his appetite, and he went into the kitchen with the recruits in anticipation, and then Frederick held his knife and fork and looked at the iron plate in a daze.

On the plate are seven ripe beef, a potato ball, two broccoli, and then topped with the chef's special dragon liver sauce.

A mellow fishy smell came to my face. Frederick wanted to cry without tears.

"Do I have to eat this in the future?" he asked the cook beside him bitterly.

The cook proudly rubbed his hands with a napkin and sat down to eat: "The red raptor liver and the tiger liver sent back yesterday are enough for you to have the luxury of next week." You're welcome, that's all as it should be. ”

Damn, this is still a luxury? Frederick has no reason to refuse, and he has to eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas he has cut by himself, and he has to finish it on his knees.

Frederick finished his breakfast with a hideous face, and thought of going to the palace in the afternoon, and was immediately rejoicing, as if the whole day had been colorful. But there was still time in the morning, so he decided to go to the pier first.

The Viña Pier in the Venan River was the most prosperous trading center within a radius of 1,000 miles. In order to increase the trade routes of Bafaria, Frederick must first establish prestige and credibility in the Viña business district in order to obtain orders and win customers for his hometown. So he had to go.

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Rita, the princess of the palace, floated around the court like a happy butterfly, and the emperor even heard Rita singing for no reason. When asked why she was happy, Rita only skillfully feigned shyness and muttered, "The priest promised me." "I slipped away to the study with the proposal and the directory, and as soon as the figure disappeared, the little song floated out again, and it was almost determined to win.

Elena was sure she was sick. At the thought of Frederick marrying the female officer next to her, Elena had a headache and brain fever, and she was sick and unable to keep her spirits up, and she was always thinking about it in vain. She thought of the picture of Rita walking in the garden with Frederick in her arms, and the picture of Frederick eyebrow-raising with the lady of the palace in the solemn court, which almost made Elena go crazy, and felt that the rest of her days would be tormented by the darkness.

She wouldn't have been so frustrated. But before lunch, Lily came back dejectedly, and muttered that Rita might have donated a large sum of money to the church, which made the priest of the main hall happy, praised Rita's chastity in the name of the god Brahman, and agreed to the court's request for marriage, and was so eager to tie Frederick into the church to marry Rita.

The subtext was that if Frederick was stupid enough to refuse the priest's proposal, he might close the doors of the entire Brahma to Frederick. In the face of this danger, many lords preferred to donate money to buy the priest's favor, or simply married a rich woman to settle the matter.

Frederick was not the kind of person who was willing to give money, and Elena firmly believed that. She had seen Frederick cut the Teutonic Grand Master's offer of 800 gold to 89 gold. Frederick's obsession with "saving money" may well have transcended secular beliefs.

"Can I remove the priest of St. Stephen's Cathedral?" Elena, trying to struggle, asked before the Grand Chancellor left, "What's his name...... I've wanted to get rid of him for a long time, if not for anything else, because he's embezzled enough money to build a chapel. ”

"It's a good thing for the clergy to be greedy for money, Your Majesty," Clemenson respectfully declined, a little stunned, "you can't expect them to be interested in power, can you? You'd better go with Frank, the old fat man will be retired in two years, and you won't have to put up with him then. ”

In two years! Shall I endure the love of Frederick and Rita for two more years? Will I die of illness in less than two years? Elena bit her lip and thought, trying to be reserved, and asked gently, "Am I, as emperor, not even have the power to depose a church priest?"

"Of course you have the power," Clemmenson wiped the sweat from his head in embarrassment, "but you don't need to anger the Holy See, really. Our relationship with the elves is bad enough...... The universal spread of Brahma Religion in the HRE Empire is the only favor that the elven priests have towards the HRE Empire. You can laugh at the baldness of the priest, but it is better not to meddle in the affairs of the Holy See. Please, Your Majesty. ”

"......" Elena looked displeased.

"And the godly will not be happy. If more than 20,000 citizens are unhappy at the same time, you want to be happy - forgive the offense, but if the Holy See really declares a person evil and unclean, I am afraid that the whole society will immediately close the door to that person and form a spiritual exile, even if that person is the court V......an Clenque," Clemson, slightly exaggerated, and tried to dispel the female emperor's wayward thoughts: "If you want to weaken the influence of the Holy See, it is a delicate work, Your Majesty. First of all, you have to make people forget about the high priest and prefer the secular emperor a little more. Public opinion, Your Majesty, public opinion is always the premise of everything. Before the grain and grass arrived, public opinion went first. ”

"Got it. Elena rubbed her forehead wearily and looked down at the bill. Clemson hurried away, wiping his sweat as he went. He was exhausted, because as the empress grew up, it became more and more difficult to fool.

When the queen was at lunch, she saw that Elena was eating and drinking tastelessly at the table, and thought that she was infected with a cold, and ordered the family doctor to prescribe medicine to His Majesty. Elena simply went back to the room to pretend to be asleep, pushed all the occasions that needed to be attended, and locked the door with peace of mind to pretend to be dead.

Suddenly, Rita knocked on the door, and in her usual whispering tone, she timidly announced outside the door: "Your Majesty, it is time to approve the proposal of the House of Nobles. ”

"Leave it alone. Please tell the House of Lords, and I will approve it tomorrow. Elena said weakly. When she heard Rita's voice, she was in flames. The fire of jealousy was almost evaporating the water from her body.

"Your Majesty...... His Royal Highness Frederick is also waiting for your summons. The old emperor had been drying him for almost ten minutes......" Rita wanted to cry without tears, and pleadedly insisted: "May I come in and serve you to make up?"

Hearing Frederick waiting, Elena didn't have the strength to sit up, and was distracted by the pillow in despair, when the door "clicked", and the palace lady took the liberty of opening the door and entering.

Elena caught a glimpse of Rita walking in, still bowing her head to wipe away her tears, and couldn't help but wonder and asked, "Why are you crying like this?"

"Can I tell you, will Your Majesty help me?" the palace lady waited for this sentence, closed the door with her backhand, and lay down softly in front of Elena's bed, holding her face and sobbing.

"Say it. Elena sat up with her pillow in her hands, leaning on the bed and staring at the Chief Officer. The female official of the palace assists in the administration and is the head of the six divisions, and Elena usually agrees to her legitimate requests, and Rita does not have to knock on the door with crying at all.

"Before leaving, the priest who entered the palace conveyed to me the priest's reply: His Royal Highness Frederick had refused the priest's request. How hurtful! Although I have only inherited my aunt's property, what right does he have to dislike me? Isn't it decent, a court Van Clee, and a priest to come forward! A provincial earl is not too noble, and the robe he wears is still the same as last year's!" Rita was heartbroken, and wept endlessly, and then raised her teary eyes, and pleaded with the emperor pitifully: "I can't look him in the face anymore! Can you make him restrain him a little? If it is persuaded by His Majesty, it will definitely make His Royal Highness Frederick change his mind, I beg you. ”

Elena stayed there with her pillow in her hands, feeling Rita's tears like a elixir that brought the dead back to life, soothing her dried-dry soul. "Frederick rejected the priest of St. Stephen's Cathedral?" was a happy picture that she could not imagine, but she heard it with her own ears, as if it had happened.

She didn't dare to move, tears of joy rolled in her eyes, she was afraid of the tears flowing out, and she was even more afraid that she would hold her lips and show a smile, so she bit her lip extra hard, looking sympathetic. The fire of jealousy that had been secretly burning just now was suddenly extinguished, and the joy of happiness suddenly made her full of strength, and she couldn't wait to rush out to see him with her skirt.

"Ah, okay. Elena didn't dare to smile when Rita was crying, she bit her lip and nodded: "I, I'll go and persuade Count Frederick." ”

"Thank you, God Brahman bless you, Your Majesty," Rita didn't expect His Majesty to agree so quickly, and kissed her hand with gratitude, "I'll help you comb it, your hair is in a mess." ”

"I was so happy in my heart, but there was sympathy on my face, how could the god bless me, my soul has fallen hypocritically. Elena thought crampedly, and reluctantly smiled and reprimanded the female officer: "You go and clean up first, the tears are too obvious." ”

As soon as Rita left, Elena sat in front of the mirror and brushed her hair. There was silence all around, and the name "Frederick" swept through her heart, and Elena burst out laughing alone, thinking that Frederick would dare to refuse the priest's invitation, and that he would be as reckless as he would be cute. The more Elena thought about it, the happier she became, laughing like a hiccup, she couldn't stop, she was holding a comb alone, facing the mirror, holding her lips to "eat" silly music, looking down and laughing so that her eyes were crooked, life has never been so happy.

She combed her long hair, tucked it into a bun, touched up her makeup, and finally put on her hat and looked in the mirror two or three times before coming out.

Frederick had waited for half an hour in a boring manner, and only then did he realize that the old king's warm invitation yesterday to him to come back to-day might have been just for Prince Ferdinand. When he came on time today, the old king held a meeting in the lower palace, and the discussion was in full swing, and he had no time to deal with the provincial earl.

But he had no choice but to wait, wasting at least an hour before he could walk away properly. While he was fiddling with the teacup in boredom, the fragrant breeze blew, and the two maids quickly pulled out the chair opposite him, and Elena sat down briskly in front of him, apologizing happily: "Father is always busy and can't help himself. I'm sorry, Count Frederick. ”