The capital of the Principality of Western Asia, the parish of Tharris.

The Cathedral, the headquarters of the Church of God, was built in the middle of the city on Ferrion Street, which is arguably the busiest and widest street in the entire diocese of Tharris, with horse-drawn carriages running down the street and many pedestrians in boots and soot on the side of the road.

Whether in Si Meng or in the principality of West Asia, the security of the capital is always stricter, and there are no beggars, hooligans, or drunkards on the streets of Felien, and everyone seems to be very busy and full.

On the west side of this street is the Cathedral of the headquarters of the Episcopal Church.

The church is made of white stone carved with extremely high doorposts, which seems to be a rather peculiar style of pointed beams that AI blended from the Victorian and Gothic styles, and the carved colorful glass looks particularly solemn and sacred under the snow.

The doors of the cathedral were open, and all the faithful were welcome to enter the church to worship and pray, but this was confined to the upper ground floor, and behind this level of chapel there was a large annex that was closed to the faithful for the administration or residence of the clergy.

There is also a legend that there is a very deep underground space downstairs in the chapel of this cathedral, and I don't know what it is used for, and the underground drainage project of the entire Ferrion Street took a lot of effort to go around because the cathedral cannot be excavated.

At this moment, as at this time of year, the Principality of West Asia is fluttering with light and dense snow, and the snow in the middle of Ferrion Street is swept to both sides, and the asphalt and soot road surface stains the snow a little black, and standing on the side of the road takes a deep breath, as if you can suck the cold in the air, the smell of soot from the fireplace burning in the house, and the smell of alcohol from the oak barrels where the wine is stored in the roadside tavern into your nostrils.

Most people in West Asia believe in the Episcopal Church, but they are not as strict with themselves as the clergy, and they often continue to smoke and drink on weekdays, regardless of the doctrine that advises them not to smoke or drink, and are only busy with their own lives.

Such people account for the vast majority of the people of the Principality of Western Asia.

But there are casual people, and there are always serious and pious, and even today, when the temperature is already very cold, there are still many people who come in and out of this cathedral on Ferrien Street to worship.

"Porta, how's your mother's illness?"

A middle-aged woman and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walked out of the church together, and the difference in clothing between the two was somewhat obvious—the middle-aged woman was wearing a strict and conservative dress, a scarf made of unknown animal fur, and she wore many exaggerated but inappropriate jewelry around her neck and hands, as if she had worn all the jewelry she could wear at home before attending the service.

The boy standing beside her was of thin form, and like all poor people, he had many clothes of the year and season on his body, and he had barely put on a gray-white coat with patches, which was washed so that he could not see the original color, his nose was red from the cold, his face was freckled, and a peaked cap suppressed his full curly hair.

"She still coughs a lot and can't get out of bed, auntie."

The boy named Porta is not very old, but his demeanor is already very mature.

The middle-aged woman who looked like his aunt heard this, and only nodded sympathetically, but she didn't seem to have any intention of reaching out: "I...... I'll pray for her, poor woman. ”

Porta looked at his aunt and bit his lip lightly quietly: "Then thank you, aunt, I still have to go to the winery warehouse today to move things, it is a new job I have found in the past two days, and the salary can be used to buy more coal for the winter." ”

"Distillery?"

The middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows: "How did the god teach us, alcohol is the temptation of the devil, why do you work for those servants of the devil?" ”

Porta raised heavy eyes and looked at his aunt: "No way, auntie, if there is no coal for the winter, my mother and I will not even be able to survive the next Mass." ”

Before the middle-aged woman could say anything more, Porta lowered her cap and said in a muffled voice, "Okay, I'm going to be late, may the gods bless you, aunt." ”

"You ......"

Looking at the distant figure of the young Botha, the middle-aged woman's face was distorted a little ugly, she stomped her foot fiercely, and muttered in her mouth: "Little bastard, it's really that bitch's child, that goddamn winery had better go out of business immediately, I see where else you can go!" ”

"What's wrong with Porta, I haven't spoken to him yet?"

A somewhat balding middle-aged man walked out, put his arms around the middle-aged woman, and looked at Porta's departing back and said strangely.

"Ah, he's going to work at that winery, do you think it's appropriate? How could he work in such a place! ”

The woman chattered, and the man laughed: "What's this, if you can make money, you're a little man, but you can't leave today?" ”

"Can't go? Why? ”

The man looked up at the gray sky: "Today seems to be the day when the king of the neighboring country meets the Grand Duke, and all roads leading to the Grand Duke's residence are closed under martial law. ”

"Neighbors?"

The woman's eyes lit up: "Is it Simeng?" Oh, the imperial caravan in Simeng is really getting less and less, I don't know if there will be more next year, it is different from those things in the Simeng folk caravan, the meat and cloth in Simeng are much cheaper, and the quality is just as good, but the amount is too small, and I have to grab it every time. ”

"Oh, woman."

The man glanced at her contemptuously: "Do you know that such low prices are all sold at a loss?" Those imperial caravans were all arranged by the Grand Duke to Simeng to come to Xia Gong, originally only the people of the government could enjoy it, and you girls can still buy them in the market, which is already your luck, you know? It's called politics, so you care more and read more newspapers! ”

He paused: "But...... Simeng's wine is really special, but it is too spicy and has a bit of character. “

The middle-aged woman glanced at her husband unhappily and looked into the distance: "I hope the Grand Duke will give me more things this year, forget about the wine, you drunkards, sooner or later you will be punished by the gods!" ”

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"How do I look?"

Han Dongwen stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at his own robe.

This is the first time he has worn a full set of gowns, after all, it is a formal diplomatic occasion, and it cannot be taken lightly. The body is a dragon pattern satin short coat with a dark blue background as the base, and then a white dragon robe with dark gold embroidered edges is put on the outside of this short coat, and the auspicious clouds and dragon patterns are pressed with complex concave and convex patterns.

Or how can you say that people rely on clothing?

Han Dongwen looked at himself in the mirror several times: "Hey, little red bean, do you think this shoulder can be more handsome if it is stronger?" ”

But no one agreed to him, Han Dongwen turned around, smiled wryly and patted his head.

The other palace maids let him out after changing their clothes, and Xiao Hongdou had already let the two princesses go to the shelves today!

Originally, she only needed to wait for Han Dongwen to change her clothes alone, but somehow, it seemed that Chi Hanqing favored her a little, and asked Xiao Hongdou to give her advice on dressing up early in the morning, and Jiang Keyin's two puppet maids naturally couldn't evaluate her makeup and clothing, and even asked Xiao Hongdou to evaluate it.

After coming and going, Xiao Hongdou seemed to be the busiest person on the star boat, she ran back and forth in the cabin of the two princesses, busy boasting about this and helping that, and the two princesses didn't seem to want to ask the other palace maids who accompanied her to help, and they all wanted to listen to the opinions of Xiao Hongdou, the newly favored palace maid.

Han Dongwen smiled and sighed and stood up.

On the table in front of him stood a crown of hats, on which were full of tassels and gemstones, and in the middle was a jade of excellent condition, symbolizing the character and divinity of the Son of Heaven.

This is the crown.

Han Dongwen hasn't thought about whether to wear it yet, after all, if he wears it, his identity as an emperor will be more solid, which seems to be contrary to the arrangement of the Queen Mother before her death.

He shook his head, stretched and walked to the door of the room, pushing it open.

"Your Highness."

Li Zai and Zhong Lilin were at the door of the room, and when they saw him coming out, they bowed their hands and saluted together: "Your Highness, the star boat has approached Tharis, the capital of West Asia, and it is expected that it will be able to land in front of the Grand Duke's Mansion in half a day." ”

Han Dongwen nodded: "Those people who eat at the table, are they all closed?" ”

"Your Highness, Lord Duan Qingzhu Duan and Lord Liu Chengliu are leading their troops to guard it." Lee Jae arched his hand.

Han Dongwen nodded: "Yes, lock this group of people on the star boat, and wait for my orders to escort them out." ”

With that, he turned around and retreated to the room, telling Li Zai that no one should be put in the cabin, and that he should think deeply about the content of the discussion.

Lee Jae agreed and closed the door, Han Dongwen let out a sigh of relief, lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes.

I haven't been on the number for a few days, so I can only seize this moment to see what the situation is now!

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