Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The air raid alert in Washington was lifted, and everyone in the White House bunker returned to the ground.

"Which cities were attacked?"

Soon, the statistical report was sent to the president's office. "New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Philadelphia, San Francisco, Columbus... fifteen major cities were attacked; in addition to those carbon fiber wire bombs, the Germans also dropped conventional high-explosive bombs, but the number was not large, and There wasn’t much damage done.”

Looking at the list of cities, President Wilkie gritted his teeth bitterly. These damn Germans also specialize in bombing big cities. But who makes them incapable of interception? "Clean those carbon fiber filaments immediately and restore power as soon as possible."

"yes!"

Berlin Palace.

Queen Elisabeth stormed into Yannick's office angrily, scowling. "Your Highness Yannick, why did you agree to allow little Elizabeth to go to space?! Didn't you say that going to space is dangerous?!"

Yannick spread his hands. "She insists on going up, what can I do. And little Elizabeth is in the rebellious stage at this age. The more you don't let her do something, the more she will do it, so I have no choice but to agree." After saying that, he got up and walked to the record player. Next to him, he picked up a record and put it on the record player, pressed the switch, and beautiful music came out from the record player.

He walked straight up to Queen Elizabeth, put his arms around her waist, and almost forced her to dance. "Not everyone can go to space. It will take several years just to prepare. Maybe she won't be able to hold on and will give up halfway."

"And I like little Elizabeth very much, so naturally I won't let her take risks." Seeing a trace of vigilance and annoyance flash in Queen Elizabeth's eyes, Yannick explained. "It's just a simple love between brother and sister. Since I have slept with you, how can I still be interested in them."

The life of European aristocrats and royal families in the Middle Ages was so chaotic that it can make people stunned; there are endless levels of plots that are loved by the masses such as extravagant struggle for power, love and death, German orthopedics, the old king next door and so on. Until later generations, we can still see some strange news breaking from time to time.

However, as a good young man who has received 20 years of moral baptism in the original time and space, Yannick cannot play the mother-in-law's game.

Queen Elizabeth couldn't help but be startled when she heard this. She couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a while, and accidentally stepped on Yannick's instep, and apologized awkwardly. "Feel sorry."

"Sorry?" A smile appeared on Yannick's face. "You just rushed into my office and disturbed my work, doubted my character, and stepped on my toes. It seems like you can't just say 'sorry' in total, right?"

Queen Elizabeth did not expect that Yannick would suddenly care about these things, with a speechless look on her face. "What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything." Yannick shrugged. "The weather is so nice today, why don't you go out with me for a walk? Then I will accept your apology."

Queen Elizabeth looked out the window. "Relax?"

"Of course it's not the garden." Yaniksen started, walked to the desk and picked up the phone. "Miss Anne, I'm going skiing, please make arrangements. Where are little Elizabeth and Princess Margaret? The library? Oh, I understand, no need to disturb them. Her Royal Highness, I and I will go together, leave it to the Queen Your Highness will prepare a ski suit."

Queen Elizabeth was stunned when she heard this. "ski?"

After a while, a helicopter named "Lu Hang No. 1" parked on the apron of the palace. Queen Elizabeth, who came to the apron, looked at the aircraft with the propeller above her body in surprise, with a look of curiosity on her face. "What kind of plane is this? Why are its propellers up there?"

"This is called a helicopter." He said and pulled her into the extremely gorgeously decorated cabin, picked up a pair of noise-canceling headphones and handed them to her. "Put this on, it's a little noisy when it flies."

After the hatch was closed, the propeller began to rotate slowly, gradually accelerating, and made a huge roar. Queen Elizabeth was even more surprised when she felt the plane rising slowly. "Is it rising vertically?"

Yannick pointed to the top of his head and explained. "This is a simple 'Bernoulli's principle'. When the propeller above rotates, it pushes the air down. The air below is denser than the air above. The pressure generated under the propeller is greater than the pressure generated by the air above. , exerting upward pressure on the propeller, and when this pressure is greater than the gravity of the aircraft, it will rise."

"But if this guy only rotates, the helicopter will spin in circles, so the smaller propeller at the back is needed to provide counter-torque to maintain the balance of the aircraft; it can also be used to control the helicopter's heading."

After hearing Yannick's explanation, Queen Elizabeth nodded in enlightenment. "Did you also invent this thing?"

"It's not really an invention." Yannick smiled. "I'm just providing some inspiration to the engineers."

Escorted by several FW190 fighter planes, the helicopter arrived at the Royal Ski Resort in the Alps. Looking at the snowy scene around him, Yannick couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In the original time and space, if he wanted to ski, he had to spend money to buy tickets and queue for a long time to enjoy it; but now the best ski resort in Germany allows him to have fun alone, and he can play whenever he wants and for as long as he wants. Just play it for as long as you want; I have to say ** is really a good thing.

After putting on their ski equipment, the two were ready to set off. "Your Highness, how about we make a bet to see who can slide down the mountain first?"

Queen Elizabeth also seemed to be interested. "What if I win?"

"I can grant you a wish, but it cannot be related to the national level. It is limited to private wishes."

"OK."

Yannick made a "please go first" gesture. "I heard that British gentlemen put ladies first. Your Majesty, please go first and I'll give you ten seconds."

"Then I'm welcome." Queen Elizabeth adjusted her ski goggles, stretched out her poles, and the skis immediately slid out.

After waiting for ten seconds, Yannick also slid out.

Queen Elizabeth's skiing skills were pretty good. When she encountered a small slope, she flew up high and performed a super giant slalom. However, she somehow failed to turn completely. She suddenly fell out of the air, along with her sled. They fell into the thick white snow together.

Yannick couldn't help but feel lucky that she didn't fly very high, otherwise she would have fallen and been injured. He held back his laughter and picked her up from the snowdrift, only to see that her clothes and hair were covered with white snow, turning her into a living snowman.

Pulling off the snow-covered ski goggles, Queen Elizabeth saw a faint smile hanging on the corner of Yannick's mouth, and her face turned red to the roots of her ears. "You, what are you laughing at?!"

"It's nothing! Look at the blue sky, white clouds, and white snow. You are in a good mood, so you naturally smile."

"You must be laughing at me! Don't laugh! Forget about this immediately!" Queen Elizabeth almost screamed out in shame and urgency.

"Okay, okay, forget it! I've already forgotten it! Do you want to continue competing?" Yannick forced a straight face, picked up the ski pole and handed it to her. They had only skied less than one-fifth of the way. .

"Of course!" Queen Elizabeth threw her skis on the snow, stepped on them, and rushed forward again.