I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 114 Emperor Road

Twelve pounds is about eleven catties, which is equivalent to carrying eleven bottles of 500ml green tea on your head.

This crown represents imperial power, shaped like a bishop's hair crown, with a diamond cross inlaid on it, and a huge ruby ​​weighing 389 carats inlaid on the cross.

In addition to this, there are 44 one-inch diamonds surrounded by some diamonds.

Peter felt a little awkward when he saw the 38 rose-colored pearls surrounding the top of the central arch.

This crown is a little domineering.

But thinking that Peter I also wore Monomacher's crown, he accepted it.

After wearing the crown, he raised the scepter in his right hand, and placed his left hand on the royal power ball with Queen Elizabeth. Peter looked at the subjects in the church.

All bow their heads.

But the ceremony is not over yet, there is one last item.

After being anointed with holy oil on his forehead, chest and hands, he walked through the holy barriers one by one and walked into the deep sanctuary.

In the sanctuary he took the communion bread from his plate and ate it into his mouth.

At this point, the coronation and consecration ceremony is over, and he officially became the emperor of Russia recognized by the whole of Russia——

Peter III!

Then I followed my aunt out of the Cathedral of the Assumption, crossed the Palace Square, and came to two ancient chapels.

Archangel Michael and the Church of the Annunciation.

Here, Peter and Queen Elizabeth paid homage to the former tsar's mausoleum.

Afterwards, Peter went up the red staircase and bowed three times to the subjects below. At this time, the salute resounded throughout the city.

Towers and churches, large and small, in every corner of the city echoed the salute.

After the banquet at the Doron Palace, Peter returned to the palace, and the court ladies along the way treated him with the courtesy of your majesty.

Peter sighed.

Taking off the fine clothes on his body, taking off the crown, and putting the scepter aside, he suddenly found that nothing had changed.

There is some emptiness in my heart.

It has only been about three months since I traveled here, and I have changed from a crown prince who is not worthy of the name to a real emperor. What should I do next?
Do you want to be a diligent emperor who loves the people?
Peter shook his head.

"Your Majesty, are you tired?"

Ekaterina followed closely behind.

Peter lay on his back on the bed, looking at the gorgeous brocade curtains, his thoughts flowing quietly in his heart.

Sensing that His Majesty did not want to speak, Ekaterina also quietly lay aside, keeping some distance from Peter, staring sideways at him, feeling a burst of admiration and warmth in her heart.

"It's great to have His Majesty by your side..."

After a while, Peter also turned sideways, and the two just looked at each other quietly, and then Ekaterina laughed.

Looking at her pure blue eyes, Peter couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Is this how the future Catherine the Great is now?

Peter spoke softly, his voice seemed to overflow from his nasal cavity:
"Go get the crown."

Ekaterina hesitated for a moment, but got up to get the crown.

She held it with both hands, carefully, and her fingers were in contact with the worldly crown, as if there were dense ripples washing away layer by layer between the contacts.

Misty like fog.

Peter knew it was his own mind at work.

He took the crown and looked at it, and pushed her down on the bed with the surprised expression on Ekaterina's face, covered her face with the crown, and then slid it over her body, and then Ekaterina listened To Peter's voice:
"Is it heavy?"

Ekaterina was a little scared, this is the crown, she said honestly:
"Heavy."

Peter laughed and said:

"If you want to be a wise king, it is naturally as heavy as Mount Tai, but if you want to be a foolish king, it is as light as a feather. Do you think it is better to be a wise king or a foolish king?"

Ekaterina stared blankly at Peter, always feeling that the topic was beyond what she could talk about. Seeing Peter looking at her, she had no choice but to say it according to her own mind:

"Your Majesty, I just hope that Your Majesty is in good health and happy every day."

Peter shook his head, stood up and put the crown aside, just as Peter the Great had only worn it once during his coronation, it was not a grand occasion, and he was not going to wear it again.

The place where he appears is the emperor.

Then he took Ekaterina and walked to his aunt's palace. After greeting her, Peter asked Yeka to go back first, and then invited the Duchess of Polia out, only him and Queen Elizabeth.

No one knew what he had said to the Queen during this hour. The Duchess of Polia could only see that when His Majesty Peter came out of the Queen's palace, his face felt relaxed.

At night, no one knew what he had said to Ekaterina when he waved back the serving maid.

Peter couldn't help but sigh, there are so many things to worry about when you become a monarch.

There are so many powerful countries in the world, can a little Russia be careless?

(End of this chapter)