The Russian Embassy in the new city of Beijing is a dome-shaped Russian-style building, a small white palace. From this embassy area, you can see several skyscrapers standing in the center of the new city from afar, such as the Royal Empire Hotel, the Taihe Ping An Insurance Building, the Oriental Bank-Oriental Transportation Group United Building, the Jiangnan Business Association Trade Building, etc.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Alexander Plotnikov looked at the buildings in the mist in the distance, and his heart was covered with a layer of haze.

Like Prime Minister Chegalov, Plotnikov is a representative of the moderates of the Russian National Baath Party. His father was a viscount from the Tsarist period and belonged to an aristocratic family. He was more trusted by the Prime Minister than a fanatical nationalist. Two years ago, Chegalov opposed the public and appointed Plotnikov as the Russian ambassador to China in the hope that he could maintain a fragile peace with China. However, the situation at home and abroad made Plotnikov deeply difficult.

Let’s talk about it in China. Most of the diplomats in the Russian embassy are the leader of Utkin, the Consul General of the Russian Consulate in Shanghai. Utkin has hardly been to school. He was originally a rogue on the streets of Moscow. When the People’s Opinion Alliance regime collapsed, he gathered a group of hooligans to rob the nobles in blood. Then he turned into the leader of the National Revival Party and was appointed as such an important position as the Consul General of the Consulate General of the Shanghai Consulate in China. Plotnikov had no affection for him at all, and had only one adjective for him - vulgarity.

At this moment, Utkin was sitting on the sofa behind Plotnikov, calling the Chinese a robber and a villain.

After Count Jura, the chief commissioner of the Austro-Hungarian mission, was shot and killed in Moscow, Utkin received an urgent domestic call to Beijing to assist Plotnikov in handling diplomatic affairs with China. However, his name was assisted, he questioned Plotnikov's weakness within a few days after coming to Beijing. He publicly criticized Plotnikov at the meeting of diplomatic officials of the embassy. Although he was a rough man, his words were quite inflammatory and resonated with most Russian diplomats. Some diplomats had reported to him directly and left Plotnikov aside.

Early this morning, the Imperial Vice Prime Minister Zhang Youcun summoned the Russian Minister Utkin with him. The scene of this meeting was self-evident. Zhang Youcun reported the imperial government's position on the death of Count Jura in an extremely serious manner, demanding that the Russian government immediately punish the murderer, disband the dangerous national radical parties, and promised that similar incidents would never happen again.

Vice Premier Zhang Youcun also made a list of Russian radical groups that needed to be dissolved, warning the Russians not to play with fire.

In the Chunri Pavilion, which was commonly known as the "State Office" in the former Sixth Department, which was expanded at the address of the original six departments, faced with Zhang Youcun's questioning, Utkin Li was even more intimidated by his status. He did not refute a few words at all, but returned to the embassy. However, the more he thought about it, he became more angry and began to curse.

As he cursed, he stood up suddenly. He waved his arms and shouted: "I think, don't pay attention to the Chinese's request! Moreover, we should take the initiative to attack and regain the Urals. The Chinese are fighting against Afghanistan now, and the British will not watch the fun. Now is a wonderful time for us to regain the Urals! The longer the time is delayed, the more unfavorable it is for us!"

Plotnikov was silent. In fact, what Utkin said made sense. The longer the time, the stronger the centrifugal force between the Ural region and the central government. Especially, after the Eastern Russians in the Urals became richer and more powerful, and the influence of the Eastern Empire became deeper, the road to rejuvenation of Russia would be longer.

But, for Russia, which is full of illness, is now the best time to start a war with the Chinese?

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The East Warm Pavilion of the Hall of Health.

Ye Zhao, wearing a bright yellow jacket, leaned against the soft couch on the kang, looking at the folds in his hand, and there were iced fruits and vegetables on the table next to him. Although midsummer had passed, Ye Zhao felt so good.

There is a desk under the kang. Shaoqing Yan Fu and several clerks in the imperial study were busy copying official letters and sorting out document books.

Ye Zhao suddenly remembered something and said, "Prepare a message of condolences for me and send it to the Military Commission in the name of the Military Commission tomorrow."

Ye Zhao has always been concise and to the point. Yan Fu has been with the Emperor for more than a month and has been used to it. He knows that the Emperor wants to send a condolence message to the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Yesterday, the condolence message from the Empire's Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Prime Minister has been sent out. Now, the condolence message from the Military Commission is not too high, and it is enough to express the concern of the Empire. The condolence message sent by the Military Commission will make some countries even more afraid and excited. As for the condolence message from the Emperor, if it were not the lord of a country, it would be difficult to receive it.

As he spoke, Ye Zhao picked up the memorial of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs transferred by the Prime Minister's Office. It was the minutes of the talks between Zhang Yinhuan, Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs, and Ed, Minister of Austria-Hungary. Ed had received an emergency telegram from the country to fully coordinate the position between China on the assassination of Earl Jura. At the same time, the Austro-Hungary government and parliament were holding an emergency meeting to discuss countermeasures.

"Your Majesty, Vice Minister Fei is here." Baozhu hurried in and reported.

Ye Zhao nodded slightly: "Xuan him come in."

The effort was not long, and footsteps outside the warm cabinet came in. A middle-aged official in his forties had a pretty face and a gentle manner. He was Fei Hewei, the second deputy minister of the Empire's Foreign Affairs Department, and was a Jinshi in the first year of the Empire. He is now a powerful icon in the imperial diplomacy. He has worked overseas for many years and is well-known in European countries.

"How is Princess Yong'an's riding skills not unfamiliar?" Ye Zhao sat up straight with a smile.

A soft round gauze pier was brought to the inner guard next to him. Fei Hewei bowed and said after seeing the ceremony: "Your Highness the Princess' riding skills are much more sophisticated than the Wei Me. I am really laughing at you, which makes Prince William and Your Highness laugh." Seeing Ye Zhao signaling, he sat down half of his butt.

Fei Hewei and William, Yong'an had just returned from hunting at the Royal Hunting Ground in the Old Summer Palace, but in fact he was naturally discussing with Prince William the assassination of Earl Jura.

The German royal family and the Russian royal family have always had the custom of marriage, and the relationship between the two countries has always been friendly. The war between China and Russia was the coldest period of Sino-Germany relations. However, Sharaba's grandfather's lineage had a certain influence in Germany. In addition, Bismarck pursued regional power, and finally maintained a certain tendency to neutrality. Now that the Russian royal family has been overthrown, Germany and Russia's origins are no longer there. Instead, the nobles of the Ural Principality and the Principality of Petrosco are in power, and they are still closely related to the German royal family.

Therefore, the Germans should no longer have any sympathy for Western Russia. Judging from the origins of the Austrians and the dominant Austrians and Hungarians, the tendency of the Germans is self-evident. Not to mention that the Three Kingdoms just signed the Beijing Agreement, the Russians' behavior was nothing more than a loud slap in the face by the Three Kingdoms.

"Prince William and the country were telegraphed, and the German Emperor and Prime Minister Bismarck both believed that our three countries should take the same position on this despicable assassination." Fei Hewei naturally knew that the emperor summoned him to chat about family affairs, so he quickly turned to the topic.

Ye Zhao nodded slightly. He had already foresaw this point. He was concerned about another thing. The war in Afghanistan angered the British. After the initial silence, the ambassador to Beijing had protested to the imperial government, believing that the empire's war in Afghanistan would affect peace and tranquility in northwestern India, and demanded that the empire withdraw its troops immediately and negotiate a peaceful settlement of the dispute between China, Britain and Afghanistan.

At the same time in Germany, the British had lobbyed the Germans through William's mother's relationship to give up the plan to fully develop the navy. William's mother was the eldest princess of Queen Victoria of England. At this time, she spent a lot of effort to maintain the two countries' confrontation and could not underestimate her energy. Although in the long-term geopolitical terms, war between the two countries is almost inevitable unless the Germans give up demanding "land under the sun" and give up their pursuit of the hegemon of the European continent. But in a short period of time, the relationship between the two countries is also a curve of breaking up and reuniting.

"Your Majesty, will we go to war with Britain?" Fei Hewei hesitated for a while and asked such a question. He was indeed a new generation of officials, not to mention that he was acting in foreign affairs, and he always hoped that he would have a secret in his heart.

Ye Zhao smiled, but he didn't use the unpredictable situation in the world to make excuse him. He nodded slightly and said, "As sooner or later, there will be a battle, just to see when it will come. Maybe three or five years, maybe thirty or fifty years, maybe, right in front of him. Ziheng, this battle must be a battle to determine the fate of the country, and we can't escape!"

Fei Hewei nodded silently and said for a while: "I only regret that I am a scholar, I cannot kill the enemy for Your Majesty!"

Ye Zhao smiled and waved his hand and said, "You don't have to underestimate yourself. If you guide external relations properly, you will be better than 100,000 soldiers."

Fei Hewei stood up and bowed, "I will devote myself to my dedication to my death!"

At this time, a pretty woman happened to walk into the warm pavilion. Her straight dark red dress outlined the beautiful curves of her soft waist and tall breasts. Her whole body exuded the breath of ripe peaches, which made people unable to help but feel rippling in their hearts and wanted to take a bite.

It was Qin Wanjun who had been demoted to the promise and even whipped. Of course, the special whip would not be skinny when whipped up, but it was as painful as a bone. In addition to whipping, Qin Wanjun was also demoted to the laundry room to do the work of a palace maid. Yesterday, the concubine, Zhu Sisi, went to the laundry room to prepare herself and placed her into the Wanshi class serving the emperor's tea, water, and bedtime. Today, she came to the Yangxin Palace to work on duty.

After Fei Hewei left, Ye Zhao lay down lazily again. After flipping through the memorials, he subconsciously pointed to the watermelon in the plate. After waiting for a while, no one saw the seeds coming up. He couldn't help but ask, "Where is the person?" Turning back, he saw that Qin Guiren was clumsyly holding a silver needle to remove the watermelon seeds. The red nails of his jade hand were pinched into the pulp. The bright red watermelon juice flowed down his tender fingers, and the bright picture was quite seductive.

Ye Zhao frowned and said, "What are you doing? How can you eat?" After saying that, he woke up from Ru Hai's memorial. Oh, this was Qin who was demoted. Didn't he ask her to go to the laundry room to think about it? Why did he come to Donghunting Pavilion?

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