Holy Roman Empire

Franz's marksmanship at the Vienna Palace Hunting Grounds is as stable as ever.

Maybe he loves life so much that he can't bear to kill, so every time he fires a shot, it's the surrounding flowers.

"Frantz, how many times have I told you that the gun is not used that way, can't you aim at it!"

A familiar voice sounded, breaking the harmonious atmosphere. Undoubtedly, the visitor is the Grand Duke Carl, and no one else dares to be so presumptuous.

Franz Zhenzhen said, "Well, hunting, it's for the game, why be so serious?

Recently, there have been a lot of prey, and if the scourge continues to continue, it will soon be extinct. "

Face must not be lost. After so many years of political influence, Franz has long developed his ability to change his face.

No, in the shortest time, he found a suitable excuse. The hunting grounds of the Royal Palace are small, and there are not many wild animals above.

Grand Duke Carl also loves hunting, and many intelligent wild animals have run away. The rest are stupid, and the harvest of hunting is getting smaller and smaller now.

Of course, running is not necessarily a good choice. There is no wild animal protection law these years, and running out may die faster.

Grand Duke Carl nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder my gains are getting smaller and smaller. It turned out that my prey has decreased. It seems that I really need to pay attention."

After a pause, he realized: "No, Franz rarely shifted the subject for me. You're a mess.

Depending on your gun-breaking method, if you go to the battlefield and don't know how many comrades will be injured by mistake, won't you feel ashamed? "

Franz countered: "Relax, father. This assumption is simply impossible. If you really need me on the battlefield, do you think the marksmanship is good or bad?"

It seemed to be angered, Grandpa Carl glanced at Franz and yelled: "Just count your crooks as you like. Anyway, don't say that your marksmanship is my hand, I can't afford to lose that person."

Franz responded very cooperatively: "No problem, if you didn't say it, they don't know it now."

Grand Duke Carl's face changed, as if losing face. Looking at the expressions of everyone who wanted to laugh, but did not dare to laugh, he gave a cold drink: "Huh!"

This beak mode has happened many times. Especially with age, Grandpa Carl liked to find a few sons, and Franz was no stranger.

Speaking of marksmanship, Grand Duke Carl is still proud of himself. He's not much worse than the sharpshooter in the army.

Using a special sniper rifle, Grand Duke Carl can hit effectively at a distance of 500 meters. It is the well-deserved number one in the royal family.

This is also the most depressing place of Archduke Carl, his marksmanship has no heir.

The juniors of the Habsburg family have a mentality of learning how to play marksmanship, and most of them are better than Franz.

According to Franz, this is the normal situation. Where there are so many sharpshooters, ordinary talent is the mainstream.

The Habsburgs are known for their politics and diplomacy. The exception is a sharpshooter. How can it be wholesale?

In fact, the previous generation of the Habsburgs should be regarded as the hardest generation.

Uncle Ferdinand suffered from a congenital disease. His father, Grand Duke Carl, had no political talents. All his talents were in marksmanship. Several uncles were incapable.

In the Franz generation, things have improved slightly. Even with the idealist of Massimilino, everyone's IQ is still normal.

The next generation is still young, and the ability level is not yet fully determined, but Franz thinks it should be progressive, at least not with patients with congenital diseases.

Think about it, right, such a small probability, how can it be so easy to come across every time. Unless it is a familial genetic disease, there is no way, no matter who you marry, the chances of getting the disease are high.

Parents are not good, Franz has already experienced it. Franz didn't worry too much about the marriage of his sons.

Especially the marriage of the eldest son, Frederick, was a big trouble. Political marriage is a must, and this is the responsibility and obligation of the Crown Prince.

With whom, Franz had a headache. We must consider not only the political influence, but also the education of the marriage partners. The queen is not so good, even preparing the queen requires a certain personal ability.

Otherwise, it is not support, but the burden of hindering hind legs. Later generations on the Internet often said that marrying the wrong woman ruined three generations, and now the crown prince married the wrong wife. It is more than destroying three generations.

Franz didn't count on how much help he could bring, but just asked not to bother.

This requirement is actually difficult to meet. Now Franz finally understands why the European royal family likes to marry late.

Every political marriage is a test of the royal family. Once the wrong choice is made, the disaster it brings cannot be recovered.

Love God, throw it aside! According to past experience, the marriage of most members of the royal family has nothing to do with love.

One door is right in front of the other, blocking most of the love. Lowering the standard, the second son can still play like this, as long as he does not inherit the throne, it is nothing.

The crown prince has no choice but not only the interior of the royal family, but also all sectors of society. The most troublesome thing is that the people cannot accept it.

Who knows how much sadness is behind the royal romantic love story that has been passed down in the future, and who knows how much trouble is political?

No one knows how many people shed their blood in order to make a beautiful love story.

This is a responsibility and obligation. To enjoy the benefits brought by the royal family, you must pay for it. Marriage is only part of it.

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In the Palace of Vienna, a stack of photos appeared in Franz's hands, all of which were pictures of princesses of various countries, followed by information notes, which were carefully selected by Queen Helen.

Well, there is actually no good choice. She just ruled out her bad health and age, and the rest were here.

The youngest is only five years old, and the largest is not more than twenty years old. Franz was a little speechless, and can only sigh: This is looking for a daughter-in-law in a kindergarten. The young are the students and the old are the teachers.

Of course, this is not just to find a daughter-in-law for Frederick, the daughter-in-law of several other sons may also be among them. It is only possible to lower the standard if there is no suitable candidate.

Lowering standards is easier said than done. At least Queen Helen was resolutely opposed, and she thought it would cause a great deal of trouble to her son's later life.

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