"this……"
When Peter heard what Catherine said, his anger suddenly subsided.
This time.
The atmosphere in the House of Representatives has changed again.
really……
There is a reason why Menshikov has reached the height he is today. That is what is said among the people. Menshikov defeated Ekaterina, and Ekaterina ate Peter the Great to death.
This is a strange circle.
However, this involved Peter the Great's personal affairs, and no one dared to talk about them or ask them.
The authorities are obsessed...
A group of people looked at Peter the Great's head and saw a green patch at the same time...
"His Majesty!"
"Absolutely not. It is precisely because of the war that we have to deal with the issue of military rations and investigate more strictly!"
"Menshikov, you are sucking the country's blood!"
"His Majesty!"
Osilev was heartbroken and burst into tears.
Others looked like they were watching the fun.
Peter the Great is really old... With his head full of white hair, he no longer has the decisiveness and decisiveness he once had. He began to hesitate, facing Menshikov and Catherine's rhetoric.
That's right...
Menshikov is actually a very capable person. He has been doing things in an orderly manner regarding the empire's food and grass issues. Because he has been in control of the empire's food and grass issues for a long time, it is indeed possible that Menshikov will be convicted in a short period of time. Facing chaotic situations. Because for now, there is definitely no one who can take over this matter so skillfully.
This is really not good for war.
only……
Menshikov, this is really too much.
His greed is shocking.
What would Peter do?
This group of congressmen already sighed deeply in their hearts.
The outcome is certain...
really.
Peter the Great's anger was immediately suppressed by Catherine's words. The old man snorted with his heavy nasal voice: "Menshikov, he committed a heinous crime! But now the empire is in a period of war... ...Well, let’s put this matter on hold for now and talk about it later.”
As soon as these words came out, the tone was basically set.
Osilev was in tears.
"His Majesty……"
"His Majesty!"
Such evidence makes Menshikov unable to do anything!
The empire is over!
It’s over!
Others did not dare to speak and lowered their heads deeply.
The old Peter the Great, with the support of Catherine, stood up slowly, completely ignoring Osilev's wailing, and turned and left.
"His Majesty!"
Osilev's roar became shrill.
…
"Hahahaha, dance, dance!"
At this time, Menshikov Palace was still singing and dancing.
The news that Peter the Great did not punish himself made Menshikov even more arrogant.
The people who participated in this dance also surrendered to Menshikov's power and flattered him.
Everyone continued to have fun, changing cups and cups, and the atmosphere began to become lively.
"The Generalissimo is domineering!"
"Hahahaha, we have to find a way to deal with this Osirev!"
"Humph, you do not know how to live or die!"
"Marshal, leave this matter to me!"
When these people cursed, they did not forget to show their fierce faces, and they were all flattering Menshikov.
Menshikov laughed: "It's just a clown, is it necessary?"
"Marshal is domineering!"
"Humph, this Osilev is so shameless!"
"The marshal treated him like this, and he actually repaid him with kindness!"
These people started stepping on it again.
Menshikov held the wine glass in his hand and smiled coldly.
Dealing with Osilev?
No no no.
To him, Osilev was completely worthless!
In fact, it is good for him to live. Why do you say that? Because Menshikov could use a "despicable" person like Osilev to test Peter's bottom line again and again!
That's right.
Menshikov knew that in the empire, there were many people who disliked him and envied him. So what if Osilev is killed? Another Osirev will pop up! What if you might as well keep it and let this group of losers keep reporting on you?
This time, wouldn't he help him continue to probe Peter's bottom line?
It's okay again.
Ha ha ha ha.
Brother, you are really old.
Menshikov thought of this, proudly picked up the wine glass and continued to drink.
…
Osilev walked out of the palace despite the mocking eyes of countless people.
The groom was already waiting.
He glanced at his tattered carriage and felt a little sad.
Bastard!
Why is this happening!
As early as a few years ago, Menshikov had won over Osilev. As long as he was honest, Menshikov would give him wealth that he could never squander in his lifetime! But Osilev refused, he wanted to be an upright man! He didn't want to join the others, but today...these mocking looks came from these people, these people who were flattering and afraid of Menshikov's power.
Is this the case across the entire House of Representatives?
Despair welled up in him.
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Great Emperor, Great Emperor, are you really old?
Is this empire really hopeless?
Looking at his scrawny groom, he waved his hand.
Feeling depressed, he planned to take a walk on the streets of St. Petersburg.
Menshikov, will he find a way to plot against himself?
Ah……
Even if it means death, so what?
Osilev is fifty-eight years old this year, which is already a long life for Tsarist Russia. If his death can wake up a bunch of people, so what if he dies?
He even felt it...
All the people on the street looked at themselves with contempt.
The people who had followed him outside the palace in full swing just now had also received the news.
Then he laughed mockingly.
Co-authored, The thunder is heavy but the rain is light?
All of a sudden, Osilev became a joke to the whole of St. Petersburg!
clown!
waste!
Poor than!
Osilev, laughed at himself.
He was about to wave to his groom to bring the carriage over.
"Lord Osilev..."
At this moment, a veiled man next to him suddenly made a faint sound.
Osilev was stunned: "Dragon Flame Man?"
In Tsarist Russia, there are some ethnic groups that have been veiled for a long time...
But judging by his accent, this person is from Longyan.
The veiled man chuckled: "Sir, my master asked if he could lend me a moment to speak."
Osilev looked around.
At this time, he had just walked to an alley, and no one noticed him.
The sudden appearance of this man in black clothes and a veil aroused his alertness.
"It concerns Menshikov!"
Someone come and say one more thing.
Osilev's eyes burst out with dazzling light.
"good!"
After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth.
After walking around the alley for several times, the two of them came to a hidden courtyard.
"Hahahaha, welcome, sir!"
The person who came out was Menshikov's lackey, Qian Yonggui, who was very famous in St. Petersburg these days!
As soon as Osilev saw it, his expression began to change.
