After he released blood and took medicine, Caterina II woke up, but he didn't open his eyes and couldn't speak, only his fingers were moving.

In fact, bloodletting therapy is not without effect, otherwise Europeans would not have used it from the Middle Ages to the 19th century, but what disease is needed and how much it is to release. It would be strange if you encounter a quack doctor like Washington, and you won't be killed.

There is also bloodletting therapy in traditional Chinese medicine. It uses triangular needles or other thick needles to cut the superficial veins of specific acupuncture points, releases a small amount of blood to leak out the heat and toxins contained within. Wang Qingren, who is now a famous master of blood circulation and blood removal in another time and space history, has been used in modern times.

Back to the point, the ministers guarding around him saw that the queen woke up and agreed to send someone to find Grand Duke Paul immediately. In fact, there was no need to discuss at all, and someone had already sent someone to notify him in advance.

Seventeen-year-old emperor Alexander, who was fighting with Napoleon in the future, was asking Count Rostupchin to officially inform his father of the situation. Alexander's move was to convince his father Paul that no one was going to seize the throne, especially himself.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the first wave of envoys arrived at the Gatchina Palace, 24 kilometers southwest of St. Petersburg. This place was originally built by the Queen for her old lover, Earl Gregori Orlov. The latter helped her launch a coup and killed Peter III with her own hands. After the death of the Count, Earl Earl Catherine II gave the Gatchina Palace to her son.

Paul ordered the men to prepare the carriage and immediately set off with Maria for St. Petersburg. At an inn on the way, they met Count Rostupchin.

It was already dark. Grand Duke Paul walked out of the carriage, listened to the count's report, and looked up at the starry sky. The moon was passing through the clouds, and the bright light shone on the earth, illuminating the dark field, making people feel peaceful and peaceful.

At this moment, Paul looked straight at the moon, his eyes filled with tears, and his cheeks were falling. His thoughts were like waves. He used thousands of words to the next generation's words: MMP, it's finally my turn!

Like the princes in Chinese history, the relationship between the queen and her son is not good. After the coup, Catherine announced that Paul was her heir. If nothing unexpected happens, she should allow Paul to ascend the throne as a coalition ruler when he becomes an adult; just like the Austrian queen, she and her son jointly govern the government affairs, thereby cultivating her son's ability to govern.

The problem is that Tsarist Russia has always wanted to be Europeans, but they are still the same as Mongolians in their bones.

During the years when Catherine II was in power, she never gave her son any opportunity to touch power. After Grand Duke Paul became an adult, the mother and son did not meet several times a year. Apart from taking his wife to the official celebration as a mascot, she did not even have a single official position in the government.

In order to make his son insignificant in politics, the old lady kept looking for trouble and making mistakes like Kangxi back then; sometimes she said that he was too naive in his work, and sometimes she said that he was not independent enough and indecisive. One minute before, she also blamed him for not caring about national affairs, and the next minute she complained that he had too much involved in affairs. In the end, she simply gave up and gave it to the palace and got away.

When his eldest grandson Alexander was still young, Caterina II began to consider the possibility of depriving Grand Duke Paul of the inheritance, intending to pass the throne directly to his talented and handsome grandson.

At 8:30 pm, Paul and his wife finally arrived at the Tsar Village. When the eldest prince saw his mother lying on the down cushion with her eyes closed, he knelt down and kissed her mother's hand. The old lady did not respond. Then Paul and his wife sat next to her for a whole night.

That night, every corner of the Tsar's village was filled with sympathy and calculating for the old lady.

Can she recover? Or can she open her eyes to restore her mind? Facing the queen's grandson and the legal grandfather, who should she swear allegiance to? It's so embarrassing!

The busiest of this was Grand Duke Paul, who searched for his mother's will in various drawers in the bedroom, study and locker room. He knew very well that his mother intended to deprive him of his inheritance and passed the throne to Alexander, and there were rumors that the queen had drafted the document. From the day he learned the news, he had been in a nightmare and now he had to make sure that the will would not fall into the hands of others.

Finally, he found the document in the mezzanine of the bedroom desk. After opening it, he felt so cold. After waiting for forty-two years, he actually had such a result!

The beginning of the above reads: "I will leave the throne to my grandson Alexander, who witnessed and signed this document..." At the end of the document, was the signature of his son Alexander.

Grand Duke Paul's face instantly became ferocious and distorted. He suppressed his anger and hatred, turned to his mother, knelt on the ground and leaned close to the other person's ear and whispered: "Why do you do this? Why?! What's wrong with me?!"

Catherine II did not respond at all. It seemed that she had expected her son's complaints, but she was disdainful.

In a letter to a friend last spring, the old lady mentioned the bloody riots during the French Revolution and the Chinese who robbed prison from the Temple Tower, and then talked about her concerns. She foreseeed that one day the young monarch from the East would come to Europe, and with the character and ability of Grand Duke Paul, she might not be able to deal with it.

"Go and get Alexander," Paul said to his wife Maria.

A few minutes later, Alexander, with a confused look on his face, walked in. As soon as the door was closed, Paul showed the will and stared at him and asked, "It was she who forced you to sign, right?"

Alexander didn't say anything. He knew what his father was asking, nodded silently, and turned his eyes to his grandmother on the ground. Grand Duke Paul was furious and kneaded the will into pieces, and then tore it to pieces.

His wife Maria walked up, picked up the pieces of paper one by one, then placed them in a silver plate on the desk, and lit them with a candle. Grand Duke Paul watched his wife's every move, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

It is precisely because of this serious disagreement between mother and son that the Romanov dynasty has since restored the system of succession to the long-heirs. In another time and space, until the demise of the Russian Empire, the Russian throne was inherited by the eldest son of the deceased monarch; if the deceased monarch did not leave a son, the inheritance rights would be transferred to the oldest male among the immediate family. No heir has ever experienced anything that Paul had experienced, nor has a female monarch ever appeared.

At dawn, the court doctor told Paul that Her Majesty the Queen was in a serious stroke and had no hope. Paul thought for a moment and asked someone to invite the cabinet secretary Bezborodko and ordered him to draft his own statement of succession to the throne.

At noon, Caterina II was dying, and the court doctor told Paul that the Queen's deadline was approaching.

After receiving Paul's permission, Archbishop Gavellier, who had been waiting for a long time, presided over the death prayer, gave the old lady an oil, and applied holy oil to her forehead, cheeks, lips, chest and hands.

After all this, everyone was quietly waiting for the last moment to arrive. One hour after another passed, and at 7:20 pm, after suffering a stroke and falling into a coma for ten hours, Caterina II, who was lying on the floor, passed away.

When death was confirmed by the doctor, everyone present knelt on one knee to pay homage to the new emperor. When they saw his son Alexander saluting him with everyone, the big stone in Paul's heart finally fell to the ground. At this moment, his eyes were filled with tears.

Two days later, the new Tsar, Paul I, who had just ascended the throne, came to the Alexander Nevsky Monastery, where his father Peter III was buried. Although more than thirty years have turned the former Tsar into a handful of bones, this time the body will be repacked and sent to Peter Paul Cathedral with Cathedral with Cathedral.

For the Tsarist Russian Empire, a period of history has ended.

In 1743, Sophia Augustus Frederica, who was only fourteen years old, left her hometown Zebst in a carriage with her mother. Then she traveled through the vast snowfield to Russia, and this trip took fifty years. No one expected that this journey would be so long, including herself.

With the arrival of the National Mourning Day, the Russian military's military operations in Tobolsk came to a halt. For Suvorov, whether this battle can be fought will be approved by the new Tsar, and even if it can be fought, it may have to wait for the national mourning to end.

The winter in Siberia is coming, and once it is postponed, you can only wait until the beginning of next spring. The most important thing on the battlefield is the timing. Who knows what will happen next year? It is not an exaggeration to estimate that opponent with powerful force and endless means.

The death of Katerina II also made the Cossack Emirates, who were preparing for war, relieved. Krutogorov had sent people to ask for help from the Northern Navy in Pingshi City (Yenisesk), and the General Staff of the Northern Navy also agreed to send four battalions from Pingshi City and Chiyan City to form a reinforcement regiment.

Now everyone is at ease. At least this long winter is safe. The only thing that is not satisfied is Monk Zhou. He was ordered by Zhao Xin to be transferred to this place where birds do not shit. He was very happy to expect a war. Unexpectedly, he was busy for a long time and was so angry that he cursed in the regiment headquarters, saying that the old witch died was really not the time.

Zhao Xin received a telegram from Yang Zhongming from Pingshicheng in late September to inform him of the death of Catherine II. He was a little surprised when he saw the telegram, thinking that why did the old lady die so early? It was two years in advance! But when he thought about it, even Qianlong had not survived for 60 years, the Tsarist Russian Empress naturally didn't make a fuss.

He signed the telegram receipt form and returned the message paper to the guard chief Chai Rugui. After the other party saluted and left, he said to Mrs. Elizabeth sitting on the sofa: "Tell you a shocking news."

"What?" Elizabeth spoke lazyly, as if she couldn't be interested in anything.

Since the second month of pregnancy, she often feels dizzy and exhausted, and she gets up very hard in the morning. Zhao Xin did not dare to tell Director Liu, but secretly asked A Miao to arrange three nurses to take care of her 24-hour shifts a day.

When Zhao Xin learned from his mouth that the queen who ruled the Tsarist Russian Empire for more than 30 years had died, Elizabeth fell into silence. After a while, she stood up and walked to the next bedroom, praying to the cross on the wall.

When she came out of the house, Zhao Xin asked, "Duke Paul, do you know him?"

"I've actually seen him."

"Oh? Tell me."

"Let me think about it, it's been more than ten years." Elizabeth began to tell intermittently while recalling.

Thirteen years ago, in 1781, Catherine II arranged for Grand Duke Paul and his wife Maria Fedorovna to visit various European countries, one of which was Paris.

"That year they didn't go to Versailles. Because they were disguised on a visit, the meeting place was arranged at the Condai Manor. Well... This man is very well-educated. I heard that his teacher was named Count Panning, who was once the head of the Russian Foreign Affairs Commission. The grand duke learned French very well. You also know that I am a woman, so men cannot get in front of them when talking about things... I remember Prince Condai said later that this person often showed great anxiety and lacked patience... By the way, the duke was particularly interested in the spirit of chivalry."

After listening to Elizabeth's story, Zhao Xin also roughly outlined the character of Paul I. He was impatient, lacked patience, was eager to achieve success in his work, was demeanor, respected hierarchy, and was pedantic. When he was young, he was a virtue and was difficult to change. What such people like to do the most is gambling, and they often started to do it when they were hot-headed and never prepared in advance; if they won, they were proud and immediately became depressed when they lost.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! With the above analysis, Zhao Xin felt that Tobolsk's battle may not be fought, and even if it is fought, it will not be a big fight. What Tsarist Russia needs most at present is internal reforms to improve the living environment of serfs and improve the lives of peasants. Furthermore, from the perspective of foreign policy, the situation in Europe is obviously more important. Without Tsarist Russia's military support, the anti-French alliance may not last long.

If you want to implement the above policies, you can't have money in your hands, so the interruption of East-West trade for several years is what Tsarist Russia wants to recover the most. Zhao Xin felt that Pingshicheng would probably see Tsarist Russian envoys soon.

After talking for a long time, Elizabeth was already tired. She asked Zhao Xin to help her return to the bedroom to rest. She was pregnant at the age of 30. Elizabeth felt that this was God's gift to her. Of course, the man next to her made great contributions. Elizabeth hadn't seen Zhao Xin for some days, and of course she missed that one, but the doctor had given advice before, so she could only hold Zhao Xin's hand and prevent him from leaving.

Zhao Xin took out his hand until the other party was asleep, and then went to the yard to smoke a cigarette. Unexpectedly, before he could lit it, he felt someone beside him from the corner of his eyes. He turned around and saw that it was his cheap nephew Louischar, hiding behind the pillar under the porch, protruding his head to look at him.

"Come here." Zhao Xin put away his cigarette and waved to the other party with a smile. After two years of recuperation, Louischar and his sister's tuberculosis have completely recovered.

"I, I have a problem."

"Tell me." Zhao Xin sat on the bench between the pillars.

"Are you going to send me and my sister away?"

Earlier last month, an envoy sent by French Governor Lecler, followed Ding Guofeng back to Beihai Town. When he met Princess Elizabeth, he proposed to ask the crown prince to go to the local area for management. Although Louis Charles was not present at the time, he had been hiding under the window for eavesdropping.
Chapter completed!