Struggle in Russia

In fact, Menshikov also knew that he was eaten to death by Nelidova, but as a long-standing minister and the prince of the empire, the old eunuch was always unwilling to accept such a sad reality. He really didn't want to accept that he was not as good as a woman, not as good as those younger generations. How he missed those old days!

Thinking back to the time when he made great achievements in the east and west, what a glory it was. At that time, Neridova dared to say no to him? At that time, I'm afraid that even if he wants the Overlord to force himself to the bow, he can only cater to this woman half-heartedly!

But now, he was actually bullied by such a tool that warmed the emperor's bed.

But Menshikov could only submit obediently, because he really couldn't let go of the authority in his hands. Power can not only bring other people the pleasure of becoming a master, but also bring him many practical benefits, such as those cute little clinking yellow oranges.

Since the loss of Tintin, Menshikov's desire for money has become even more immeasurable. Using the power at hand, he amassed a lot of money. Every year, the navy military expenditure alone can get hundreds of thousands of rubles, not to mention a lot of contributions, and various hidden channels of money that are inconvenient to disclose.

Without these powers, Menshikov probably knew that he would lose nearly one million rubles. This is not a small number. How many fields, how many serfs, and how many beauties can be bought!

After weighing it for a while, Menshikov sat down with a straight face, and simply asked, "Please make a price!"

Neridova smiled, she knew she had won the bet, and she knew that Menshikov had to give in, and now her beloved necklace was found.

"One hundred thousand rubles."

Nelidova glanced at Menshikov's pocket, and the meaning was very clear, don't take back this check, keep it!

Menshikov's face turned blue. He had a premonition just now that he would be severely blackmailed, but this knife was too cruel. One hundred thousand rubles for such a thing, how expensive!

Neridova saw Menshikov's entanglement, and said with a smile: "It's not cheap. But Your Excellency, you also know that you get what you pay for. I dare to make this price, and it will definitely make you worth it." !"

[It's worth your big head! 】

Menshikov groaned in his heart, but he had no choice but to hand back the check: "I hope you will do what you say. When will there be news?"

Neridova smiled like a blooming rose. She carefully collected the check and promised, "Just wait for my good news tonight, and you will be satisfied!"

Menshikov left feeling disappointed, and the old eunuch's heart was bleeding. And Neridova was very, very happy. When the old eunuch left, she kept flipping through the check, as if she could see the golden coins.

"You have offended the old eunuch severely this time."

Neridova suddenly turned her head, and behind her a slender, middle-aged man who looked like a bright star came slowly. This person is dressed in the uniform of a lieutenant general in the army, and he walks calmly, looking so imposing with his back and waist.

"Did you hear that?" Neridova asked delicately.

The visitor sat down next to Nelidova without hesitation, took the check and glanced at it and said, "The old eunuch is so generous, it seems that he is really in a hurry this time!"

Neridova giggled and said, "Why don't you be in a hurry? Who would dare to ignore the threat of His Majesty's son? That His Highness is ruthless enough! But thank you too, without him, I wouldn't be able to earn this money!"

Neridova's smile became more and more charming and happy, which made the middle-aged general opposite her feel dazed for a while, and couldn't help reaching out and touching Neridova's cheek. The moment the fingertips came into contact with the skin, the middle-aged general woke up like an electric shock, and hurriedly withdrew his fingers like a child who made a mistake and was caught by the class teacher on the spot.

Neridova covered her mouth and smiled, "Am I beautiful?"

The middle-aged general smiled wryly and said, "Beautiful.

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Nelidova asked again: "Are you tempted?"

The middle-aged general smiled wryly again and said, "Of course there are."

Nelidova pouted and asked: "Then why don't you act?"

The middle-aged general sighed and said: "I can't. I have a wife, and...and you and Your Majesty...I am His Majesty's subject, and I must be loyal to him!"

Nelidova's face turned cold, and she said unhappily: "It's the same rhetoric every time, and it's exactly the same every time. You can be infinitely loyal to His Majesty, but you can be infinitely indifferent to our feelings!"

"Varenka," the middle-aged general called out softly, grabbing Nelidova's hand, "I know this is unfair to you. But please forgive my selfishness. I will never overstep Forbidden!"

At first Neridova glared at him icily, but the passion in those blue eyes soon overwhelmed her, and she was defeated again.

Nelidova sighed silently, curled up in the arms of the middle-aged general like a kitten, and asked in a low voice, "Peja (Peter's nickname), how long will I have to wait for that day? Why can't I meet you sooner?" What about you?"

The relationship between Count Pyotr Andreevich Kleinmikh and Neridova was very special. They are a happy couple, but they just didn't meet each other at the right time. They met for the first time in the Winter Palace when Count Kleinmichel was already married and Neridova became the queen's maid and mistress of Nicholas I.

Klein Michel's handsome elegance and masculine military temperament left a deep impression on Nelidova. Compared with Nicholas I who was cold and pretending to be majestic like granite, Klein Michel has both masculine qualities. Strong and full of tenderness and consideration.

Soon, the man and woman are irresistibly attracted to each other. But reality prevents them from further contact. Kleinmichel was married, and Neridova was the wife of Tsar Nicholas I. This made Klein Michel extremely painful, because he could neither betray his wife nor his master. This kind of suffering made his life in the Winter Palace as difficult as purgatory.

As Nicholas I's closest and most trusted aide-de-camp, Count Kleinmichel is not the other kind of person who wears the name of the emperor's attendant. No matter where Nicholas I was going, he would always follow him. Even when Nicholas I was looking for a woman, this man would follow him.

Let's put it this way, Nicholas I only trusted two people, one was the late Benkendorf, and the other was Klein Michel. The status of these two people in Nicholas I's heart is completely different. Benkendorf will always be just a courtier and a dog's leg, and Nicholas I's trust in him is the kind of trust in his subordinates and courtiers.

But Earl Kleinmichel was different. For Nicholas I, he was a friend and companion, and that kind of trust had already surpassed the friendship between monarchs and ministers!