The capital of the Principality of West Asia, the Diocese of Talis.
The cathedral, the headquarters of the Catholic Church, is built on Felien Street in the center of the city. Felien Street is considered the most prosperous and wide street in the entire Talis diocese. Large carriages are running on the street, and there are also people on the roadside. There were many pedestrians wearing boots and walking in a hurry on the soot.
Whether in Simeng or the Principality of West Asia, the security in the capital is always stricter. There are no beggars, hooligans or drunkards on the side of Felien Street. Everyone seems to be very busy and fulfilled.
On such a street, on the west side, is the solemn cathedral, the headquarters of the Catholic Church.
The church has extremely high door pillars carved from white stone. It seems to be a rather peculiar spire and beam style that AI blended from the Victorian style and the Gothic style. It looks particularly solemn and sacred under the snow.
The door of the cathedral is open, and believers and pedestrians are welcome to enter the church to worship and pray, but this is only limited to the ground floor. After the chapel on this floor, there is a large area that is not open to believers and is used for the administration or residence of clergy. annex building.
There are also legends that there is a very deep underground space below the chapel of the cathedral. It is unknown what it is used for. The entire underground drainage project of Felien Street was very expensive because the cathedral cannot be excavated. The effort has come full circle.
At this moment, just like this time of year, frivolous and dense flying snow is flying over the Principality of West Asia. The snow in the middle of Fellion Street has been swept to both sides, and the road surface made of asphalt and coal ash stains the snow. There is some black ash. Standing on the roadside and taking a deep breath, it seems that you can inhale the coldness in the air, the smell of soot from the fireplace burning in the house, and the alcohol smell of the oak barrels storing wine in the roadside tavern. middle.
Most people in West Asia believe in the Catholic Church, but they are not as strict in self-discipline as the clergy. They often still smoke and drink on weekdays, regardless of the doctrine admonishing them to stay away from tobacco and alcohol, and are just busy with their own lives. When I feel sick or encounter something important, I suddenly think of praying a word or two to God.
Such people account for the vast majority of people in the Principality of West Asia.
But there are casual people, and there are always serious and pious people. Even today, when the temperature is already very cold, there are still many people going in and out of the cathedral on Felien Street to worship.
"Botta, how is your mother's illness?"
A middle-aged woman and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walked out of the church together. The difference in clothing between the two was somewhat obvious - the middle-aged woman was wearing a strict conservative skirt and a scarf made of unknown animal fur. , she wore a lot of exaggerated but mismatched jewelry on her neck and hands, as if she had come to the church wearing all the jewelry she could wear at home.
The young man standing next to her was thin. Like all poor people, he wore many pieces of clothing from all seasons on top of his body. He barely wore a patched gray-white coat on top, which had been washed so that the original color could not be seen. , his nose was red from the cold, there were some freckles on his face, and a peaked cap suppressed his curly hair.
"She still coughs a lot and can't get out of bed, aunt."
The boy named Bota is not very young, but his demeanor is already quite mature.
After hearing this, the middle-aged woman who looked like his aunt only nodded sympathetically, but seemed to have no intention of lending a helping hand: "I...I will pray for her, poor woman."
Bota looked at his aunt and bit his lip quietly: "Thank you, aunt. I have to go to the winery warehouse to move things today. It's a new job I've found in the past two days. The salary can be Use it to buy more coal for the winter."
"winery?"
The middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows: "How did the Lord God teach us that alcohol is the temptation of the devil? Why do you work for those servants of the devil?"
Botta raised heavy eyes and looked at her aunt: "There is no way, aunt, if there is no coal for the winter, my mother and I will not be able to hold on to the next high mass."
Before the middle-aged woman could say anything else, Bota put down his peaked cap and said in a low voice: "Okay, I'm going to be late. May God bless you, aunt."
"you……"
Looking at the retreating figure of young Bota, the middle-aged woman's face was distorted and ugly. She stamped her feet fiercely and muttered: "You little bastard, he is indeed the child of that bitch, that damn drunkard." It’s best to close down the factory immediately, let’s see where else you can go!”
"Why is Bota gone and I haven't spoken to him yet?"
A somewhat bald middle-aged man came out, hugged the middle-aged woman, and looked at Bota's leaving back and said strangely.
"Ah, him, he wants to work in that winery, tell me, is this appropriate? How can he work in a place like that!"
The woman babbled, and the man laughed: "What's the point? If you can make money, you're a little man, but you can't leave today?"
"Can't leave? 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. All roads leading to the Grand Duke's residence are closed under martial law."
"neighboring countries?"
The woman's eyes lit up: "Is it Simeng? Oops, there are really fewer and fewer imperial caravans in Simeng. I wonder if there will be more next year. They are different from those of Simeng private caravans. The meat of Simeng , the fabrics are much cheaper, but the quality is the same, but the quantity is too small, so I have to grab it every time."
"Oh, woman."
The man glanced at her contemptuously: "Do you know that you are selling at a loss at such a low price? Those royal caravans were arranged by the Grand Duke to bring Simeng to Siagon. Originally, only people in the government could enjoy them. You bitches You are lucky that you can still buy it in the market, you know? This is called politics, let you pay more attention and read more newspapers!"
He paused: "But... Simeng's wine is really special, it's just too spicy and has a bit of personality."
The middle-aged woman glanced at her husband displeased and looked into the distance: "I hope the Grand Duke will give you more things this year, forget about the wine. You drunkards will be punished by the Lord sooner or later!"
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"How do I look?"
Han Dongwen stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at his ceremonial robe.
This was the first time that he had put on a complete set of ceremonial robes. After all, it was a formal diplomatic occasion and should not be treated lightly. She was wearing a dark blue dragon-patterned satin short coat as a base, and then she put on a white dragon robe with dark gold embroidery over the short coat, which was embossed with intricate auspicious clouds and dragon patterns. Such a white dress The robe, gold trim, and dark blue collar look very impressive.
Or how to say that people rely on clothes.
Han Dongwen looked at himself in the mirror several times: "Hey, Xiao Hongdou, do you think these shoulders would be more handsome if they were stronger?"
But no one agreed to him. Han Dongwen turned around and patted his head with a wry smile.
The other palace maids asked him to send them out after changing their clothes, and Xiao Hongdou had already let the two princesses fight today!
Originally she only had to wait for Han Dongwen to change clothes, but for some reason, Chi Hanqing seemed to favor her very much. She asked Xiao Hongdou to give her some advice on her appearance early in the morning, but Jiang Keyin's two maids naturally did not. Fazi commented on her makeup and clothing, and even asked Xiao Hongdou to review it.
After going back and forth, Xiao Hongdou seemed to be the busiest person on the starship. She ran back and forth in the cabins of the two princesses, busy praising this and helping that. The two princesses didn't seem to want to call the other ones. When the accompanying maids help, they must listen to the opinions of Xiao Hongdou, the newly favored maid.
Han Dongwen smiled and sighed and stood up.
Standing on the table in front of him was a hat crown with red tassels, tassels and precious stones, and an excellent bright jade embedded in the middle, symbolizing the emperor's character and divinity.
This is the crown.
Han Dongwen has not yet decided whether to wear it. After all, if he wears it, his status as emperor will be more solid, which seems to be contrary to the arrangement of the Queen Mother during her lifetime.
He shook his head, stretched and walked to the door of the room, pushing the door open.
"Your Highness."
Li Zai and Zhong Lilin were at the door of the room. When they saw him coming out, they raised their hands and saluted: "Your Highness, the star boat has approached Talis, the capital of West Asia, and it is expected to land in front of the Grand Duke's residence in another half day."
Han Dongwen nodded: "Have all the people eating at the table been locked up and watched?"
"Your Highness, Mr. Duan Qingzhu and Mr. Liu Chengliu are leading their troops to guard you." Li Zai cupped his hands and said.
Han Dongwen nodded: "Yes, lock these people in the starship and wait for my instructions before escorting them out."
After saying that, he turned around and returned to the room, telling Li Zai that no one was allowed to enter the cabin, and that he would think deeply about what he would discuss later.
Li Zai agreed and closed the door. Han Dongwen let out a long breath, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
I haven't checked in for several days, so I can only seize this moment to see what's going on!
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