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

Chapter 185 No matter how many women Your Majesty has, she is the only one you love the most

"Queen, all the royal doctors in the palace are serving you. When are you going to give birth to an heir?"

Elizabeth said lightly.

Ekaterina froze for a moment, a little guilty, Peter said at this time:

"Auntie, Yeka is not alone in this matter..."

Before he could finish speaking, Queen Elizabeth glanced over lightly, and Peter stopped talking.

Forget it, even though he has become the emperor now, my aunt also has her reasons for being stubborn when it comes to heirs.

He knows that his physical strength reaches 20, and he can be immune to diseases when he is strong, but his aunt doesn't know.

It is inevitable that there will be worries about the heir.

If Ekaterina was blamed for this, he could just go back and comfort her.

Compared with George II's old bean, Ekaterina, the queen, will be much happier than Dorothy.

Ekaterina couldn't help looking at Peter, her eyes begging for help, but Peter only gave her a gentle look, and Ekaterina immediately admitted her mistake and said:
"Little mother, I can understand your feelings. This matter is my responsibility, and I will definitely work hard!"

With a cold snort, Elizabeth glanced at Ekaterina again and said:

"I'm waiting for your efforts. It's a matter of course to be a queen to give birth to the emperor. Don't you just stop doing it because you're afraid of pain?"

What the empress said made Ekaterina ashamed.

Elizabeth didn't say any more, except for the fact that she had a baby, she was quite satisfied with Ekaterina.

She was no slouch in helping Peter with the papers, came to say hello to her often, and dressed low-key at balls, never stealing her shine.

Elizabeth said lightly:
"Okay, let's go."

"Yes."

Peter kissed his aunt's hand, Ekaterina kissed it too, and they left her aunt's place.

Walking outside, the maids who followed Ekaterina followed behind. Ekaterina gritted her teeth and whispered:

"Your Majesty, we... let's try again tonight..."

Peter smiled and said lightly, "Okay."

The two have been sharing the same bed for more than a year, and they are very familiar with each other's bodies, and they spend more time hugging and talking in bed.

Ekaterina didn't know much about lust, and Peter didn't guide her, which was actually pretty good, but Auntie was watching.

into the night,

"Okay, baby, go to bed first, there will be more time in the future."

"Your Majesty, am I useless?"

Peter smiled and gave her a kiss:

"It's useful. You're very useful. Isn't the newspaper doing well?"

"Your Majesty, you know I didn't mean this..."

Ekaterina said bitterly.

"I know."

Peter waved his hand, and Zhukova stepped forward immediately,

"Okay, I promise you will give me many children in the future, and you won't regret it then."

Peter pinched Ekaterina's upturned little nose and said.

"I won't regret it."

Ekaterina looked arrogant, and then said to Zhukova:
"Zhukova, go and rest."

"Yes."

Zhu Kewa saluted, took away the serving utensils and left.

Then Ekaterina leaned sideways against Peter's chest and sighed contentedly.

Peter smiled slightly, caressing her smooth back, combing her satin-like hair from time to time, and then pulled the thin silk quilt.

"Your Majesty, kiss me..."

Ekaterina raised her face and pursed her lips mischievously.

Peter smiled slightly, raised her face higher, and leaned over slightly.

In a sweet and long kiss, Ekaterina was intoxicated.

There was a hazy thought in my heart:
"No matter how many women His Majesty has, I will be his favorite."

Peter held Ekaterina in his arms, and the two slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.

At five o'clock in the morning of the next day, the two left Peterhof Palace and went to another Oranienbaum Palace on the Gulf of Finland to have fun. They were also accompanied by a group of people, but they were all maids and guards.

Peter and Ekaterina travel in a somewhat peculiar way.

Ekaterina changed into men's clothing, and when the two team arrived at a location, there were already old hunters waiting.

Peter and Ekaterina carried long-barreled special flintlock guns and walked through the orange grove until they reached the fishing boat parked in front of the bay.

Accompanied by several short-haired hounds besides the old hunter, the group took a boat down the mile-long river, aiming their flintlock guns at the ducks in the reeds on both banks from time to time, and then pulled the trigger.

It's a pity that Ekaterina's accuracy is not good, and she often shoots empty shots.

Peter hit three ducks.

This river leads directly to the bay. Before the boat was about to row to the sea, Peter stopped him and went back home.

Throughout the summer, Peter played with Ekaterina, rowing, hunting, attending concerts, and riding horses.

But because Queen Elizabeth believed that riding a horse would cause infertility, Ekaterina was also unwilling, but was hugged by Peter.

How could riding a horse cause infertility? My aunt was suspicious of all possible things because she could not give birth to a child.

But Peter is not all with Ekaterina, he also has his own pastimes.

He invited Madame d'Arnim, the wife of a Saxon ambassador, to ride with him.

Madame d'Arnim is tall and plump, about 25 years old, with the air of a dragoon. She claims to be an excellent female jockey, but she is very clumsy when she mounts her horse, and she doesn't know how to hold her hat and hand. what to do.

Moreover, although the horse Mrs. D'Arnim brought was tall and strong, it was ugly and old. Mirkowski reported to Peter that it was a horse for Mrs. D'Arnim's cart.

As soon as Mrs. d'Arnim got on the horse, the old horse galloped out, causing a cry of alarm, and Peter galloped out on the horse, and soon disappeared.

Mirkowski led a group of guards hanging far behind.

When Peter finally caught up with Mrs. D'Anim, he reached out from the horse and hugged the terrified lady, and then the two couldn't wait to explore each other's bodies and kissed together.

The old horse lost its harness and calmed down, and the horse Peter was riding on carried the two of them galloping, singing that you are the wind and I am the sand.

Madame D'Anim stayed at Oranienbaum Palace for three days before being picked up, leaving behind a small note.

　Don't talk to the male protagonist about your love, the male protagonist is not worthy, the male protagonist is the embodiment of court life in the [-]th century

　　
　
(End of this chapter)