Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

Chapter 129 029 Is it necessary to exchange information at this time?
Now that this girl heard that she was going to marry such a mighty but "ugly" general, tears flowed from her eyes, flowed down her chubby cheeks, gathered at her chin, and finally dripped onto her plump chest. The tears dripped into her chest with a "patter", and actually wet a large area of ​​her chest.

Not only does she have well-developed tear glands, she also has a bit of baby fat. Her plump body, but not the fat type, is very attractive to men.

Paul arranged this marriage even more outrageous than any other.

Langgelon couldn't help but comment: "The Countess is as beautiful as an angel, but our friend is a dark-skinned, terribly ugly soldier."

"You are going too far in your assessment of Peter Ivanovich."

Miloradovich wanted to defend his friend, but Langeron continued to complain: "In such a marriage, I can't find any way to make both parties happy except for the close physical connection they have established."

Miloradovich had no way to refute what Langgeron said. After all, the prince was not as good at dealing with girls as he was.

Even during the meal, he received a message on a napkin from a countess: "Mon général, je t'aime!" (My general, I love you!). He has always been lucky in love, but there was nothing he could do to help Bagration, so he could only sigh.

"It depends on him, General Langeron. I think the Emperor will make another toast."

He wanted to say something, but Paul himself raised his glass again, but this time the congratulations were to wish everyone good health.

What Solovyov wanted to complain about is that it would be better if “health always prevails”.

The banquet in Tsarskoye Selo was about to end. After Paul had gone to rest in Catherine Palace, Solovyov arranged the palace guards and came to see Bagration.

"Congratulations, Peter Ivanovich. His Majesty has bestowed upon you the most beautiful jewel in Petersburg."

"But I don't know how to please this girl. She is so beautiful, and I am like this."

"It's not a big deal. I've known this little girl for more than four years. She was less than thirteen years old at that time, and she already... Hey, guess what?"

"Maybe she wants to attract you with her charm?"

"That's true, but at that time she was still like your impression of the past. Although she had a good figure, she was still a child, not like she is now."

"What I'm worried about is that I won't be able to keep her heart. The marriage that His Majesty has granted me is indeed a bit 'cruel' to her. After all, she is only sixteen years old, still a child, and I am already thirty-five years old."

"Sometimes, due to the age gap, you need to improve her happiness in other ways. Especially in bed."

Solovyov blushed when he said this. He had only had two or three experiences with Sylvia, and both of them were still clumsy. Looking back, the few days he spent with that Italian girl were really green and sweet memories.

"Look, you're blushing. I think I understand what you mean."

Presumably, he and his old friend Miloradovich have often hung out with young women and actresses, and should have quite a lot of experience.

"I'm going to stop here now. I still have to go and comfort that girl later. You know, they treat me as a 'good sister'. It's hard to talk about this."

"But you said it. Go and comfort the child and say a few good words for me."

Bagration patted Solovyov on the shoulder. It seemed that the general also felt that he had some troubles.

At this moment, Countess Ekaterina Skavronskaya was hiding in the corridor and crying alone. Her tear glands, probably because she was plump and had a high water content, had been open for two hours since the banquet, but she was still crying.

She was leaning against a pillar in the corridor and did not notice that Solovyov had appeared behind her.

"Katya, I know you're feeling bad right now, wipe your face, you little cat."

"Misha, pinch my face and tell me this isn't true."

"Moi?"

"That's you. Don't speak French now. When you first met me, you couldn't speak French well."

Solovyov was ordered to rub her face. It must be said that the girl's face felt so good. When he kneaded her chubby little face and squeezed her little mouth into a pouty shape, she looked even more adorable.

"Okay, I know this is true. Misha, get out of the way. I need to get up. Ouch!"

When she stood up, she almost fainted because she stood up too quickly, and she fell into Solovyov's arms. The kind of planned "fainting" in the prince's arms that she hoped for in her daily life did not happen.

"I hope to have a handsome prince to be my husband"

"I do have a prince, but he's a little older. But the prince is a good man. We were brothers who went through life and death together on the battlefield. He is my good brother. Otherwise, the emperor wouldn't have thought so highly of him. He's obviously a Georgian prince, but he got the brightest star in Petersburg."

"If you had said that earlier, I might have wanted you then, but you're more like my brother now, and I can't bring myself to do it."

"Can I share my secret with you?"

Solovyov knew that if he said something, this girl would leak out because she had a tight tongue.

"You'd better keep your secret. It would be bad if I accidentally told it to Her Highness Elizabeth when I was with her at night."

However, this smart little girl probably doesn't know that she has a crush on the Crown Princess.

"But I have other secrets. For example, when I was in Italy, I got a lot of valuable works of art."

"What do you want?"

"I'm going to send some of them to Paris. Madame Lebrun said that after she takes good care of Julie, she will go there to take a look. I'll pick one of the paintings and give it to you as a wedding gift."

“Merci.”

"Also, I have inquired about many things for you, including that prince's."

"I know, is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Solovyov leaned close to the "little fairy's" ear and whispered to her that after all, when they went to the bathhouse together, he had seen the prince's physical condition in the dressing room, and his description was very accurate.

This girl is indeed still talking big. After hearing this, her face turned red.

"How can that be possible? I have no experience in this area. If I get hurt, I'm afraid it will hurt to death! Or... my blood will run out! Oh my god, I'll die!" "Which nanny told you these things? It can't be like that, right?"

"My sister told me that"

Actually, the little jealousy between the sisters had passed, but what Maria told her was obviously meant to scare people, or to show off the power of little Count Palen in bed, in order to "torture" her to the point of "death of ecstasy."

"Don't be ridiculous. There is no such thing. If you ask the princes, you will know that giving birth is more painful. Although I have little experience in this area, I can assure you that girls' bodies are very strong and you will not die."

“I don’t believe it.”

"If you really don't believe it, you should ask someone with experience. Wouldn't it be better to ask the Countess? She's your mother, and she can tell you, right?"

"Humph! Mom and sister only care about their own happiness! Maybe everyone in our family is like this!"

If this girl is not properly persuaded, she will probably go even further in the future.

It is clearly late at night in September, but there is no autumn feeling in St. Petersburg. The breeze blowing on the body makes people feel very comfortable.

"The wind is picking up. You will be with His Highness tonight, right?"

"Yeah!" The girl nodded and went towards the bedroom.

"What a silly girl! If she can't control herself, she might become a socialite in the future!"

Solovyov didn't care about so many things. He had told his "big brother" and "good sister" everything he needed to tell.

When the "little fairy" arrived at Louisa's bedroom, he saw that the Crown Princess was changing clothes.

"Oh, am I too thin for you to see me like this?"

Apart from being taller and more slender, Louisa really looked "skinny", and she had just recovered from an illness recently, which made her look even skinnier.

"Your Highness, your body is still recovering. If you look like you did a few years ago, you will still be radiant."

"You have such a sweet mouth. I like you like this, too. Come, let me touch it."

Louisa took the Countess in her arms and began to stroke her back and buttocks.

"If you were taller, there would be no one in Petersburg who could surpass you."

And now she was still fumbling with the pins and knots of the "little fairy"'s clothes, trying to untie her clothes.

"I really like you too, Katya, you're a good girl, let me rub you."

Then, when the "elf" loosened her hands and kept some distance from herself, her dress fell to the ground.

"Your Highness, after that accident, you all like to tease me so much."

"I like you too. Isn't it fair that you look at me like this?" Louisa also undressed herself.

"Lisa."

"The hot water is ready. Let's take a shower first. After we dry ourselves, we can go watch the stars."

The Countess did not call for a servant, but brought a lounge chair herself and placed it on the large converted balcony. Even though she had wiped her body, she still looked steaming hot. She stepped on the carpet one by one, leaving lovely footprints. Especially since she walked on tiptoe, the forefoot landing on the ground made it look like the paw prints of a wild animal.

When they opened the balcony door, they both felt the breeze, which was very cool.

Louisa hugged the "little fairy" again. The girl was chubby and felt warm in her arms.

"Your body is so warm. Look at the sky now. That's the Milky Way. You can see the constellation Lyra over there, and that star."

"Your Highness, you are going to tell me a story again. I am not a child anymore."

"You haven't married yet, so I will still treat you as my child. You and your sister were also raised by Her Majesty the Queen, and you are also sisters with Alexandra."

After saying that, Louisa hugged her tighter. She really liked the touch of the "little fairy"'s body. The girl also obediently lay in her arms, and the two of them lay on the recliner.

It was on such dim moonlit days, or when the moon was full and shining, that their beautiful bodies looked like marble statues.

But no one really saw this wonderful sight, and after Louisa told the "little fairy" a Greek story for a while, her eyelids began to droop.

"Lisa, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

"Okay then, let's all go to bed."

I don’t know if it’s because the “little fairy”’s body is too tempting, but both men and women like her very much. Louisa stuffed her into her bed, and then hugged her like her own daughter, stroking her back and singing a lullaby.

But there were some differences. She took off the Countess's clothes and stroked her round and petite body with her other hand - it seemed that she had awakened some strange maternal love.

The "little fairy" was lying in Louisa's arms. Although the Crown Princess was frail, she was good at taking care of children. The Countess curled up under such caress, with tiredness in her eyes, like a little white cat, with one arm and one leg still on Louisa's body, and fell asleep like that.

"I told you, Katya, you're still a child." Louisa herself couldn't bear it any longer. She missed her child after being away from him for a day, so she found such an oversized substitute. After all, among the maids, only this girl still had some baby fat. Her skin felt like a child's, and her personality was actually the same, except that she often pretended to be an adult.

Louisa also felt a little sympathy for this girl. After all, she did not marry the person she loved, but was instead arranged to marry someone randomly.

The same thing happened to her. She came from Baden to the completely unfamiliar St. Petersburg, and she had no relatives there. Her position in the court was threatened, and she had no one to confide in.

After getting married, she was very cautious for several years and felt more and more lonely. She was not able to adapt to the environment of the Russian court.

The girl sleeping in his arms still had a little freedom, but it was also very limited. Petersburg was an exquisite birdcage, locking many people in it, and the one locked in the deepest part was probably herself. Unlike other "prisoners", as an exquisite ornament on the Russian crown, she was fixed there, waiting for her fate, she herself did not know, and could only wait for the arrival of each moment.

(End of this chapter)