Struggle in Russia

When Count Rostovtsev returned to the library, he saw Nikolai Milyuting without incident. He was really not surprised at why this impatient friend appeared here. If someone was not there He would be surprised.

"Don't you think you've been here too often these days?" asked Count Rostovtsev with a smile.

Nikolai Milyuting replied irritably: "Who told you that you only like to stay here, Count. If you can go to salons and dances like everyone else, I don't need to run here all the time!"

"Salons and balls," Count Rostovtsev shook his head as he handed over his cloak to the valet next to him, "I'm not one of those lads who are trying to be attractive. That kind of occasion means nothing to me."

Nikolai Miluting shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in hunting beauty either, but that kind of occasion is not only suitable for hunting beauty, it is more suitable for contacting feelings, at least it's more lively than here!"

"I don't like liveliness!" Count Rostovtsev replied calmly. "And if you really have feelings, you don't need special contact. There is an old saying in the East that the friendship between gentlemen is like water. I appreciate it very much!"

Nikolai Milyutin became more and more speechless. He knew that there was no point in continuing to talk about this topic with Count Rostovtsev, because it was impossible for him to convince the stubborn old man.

He could only change the subject and say, "I heard that your majesty called you to the imperial study?"

Count Rostovtsev looked at him and said with a smile: "You are really well informed. Is the Ministry of Internal Affairs also developing spies? Or are you planning to work in the third department?"

"I'm not joking with you," Nikolai Milyuting said helplessly, "You also know how important this is to us. His Majesty summoned you after the imperial meeting today. It must be to discuss the third part with you. Right?"

Count Rostovtsev smiled and said, "Forget it, Your Majesty was very angry with you today, you can be more careful in the future!"

Nikolai Milyutin stared at Count Rostovtsev in astonishment, and said angrily for a long time: "How could you do this, you are the one who made me attack Konstantin Pobedonostsev, so angry It's still you, Your Majesty, who is sarcastic, are you kidding me?"

Count Rostovtsev shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in teasing you, because you can't help but be funny at all!"

Nikolai Milyuting was speechless for a while, and he said with tears and laughter: "It's all this time, can you stop joking and tell me what your majesty means?"

Count Rostovtsev shook his head and said, "You're really boring, don't you understand what Your Majesty means?"

Nikolai Milyutin shook his head blankly, which made Count Rostovtsev sigh involuntarily: "Did you never take my previous words to heart? I told you a long time ago that your Majesty agreed to reform as a last resort. Yes, do you think he might be happy? Or are you still expecting him to commend you for what you've done today?"

Nikolai Milyutin was stunned on the spot with his mouth wide open. Of course he couldn't be so naive, but he did have some extravagant hopes in his heart. He hoped that Alexander II would understand that what he did was for the good of Russia. For the good of the Romanov family, he hoped that one day this majesty could understand his painstaking efforts.

Of course, this is indeed an extravagant hope, so Nikolai Milyuting was inevitably disappointed and lost. After a long time, he lamented: "Your Majesty will understand one day!"

Count Rostovtsev glanced at him and did not speak, because he knew that it was useless to say anything. Nikolai Milyutin was such a dead brain, and it was as unrealistic to expect him to suddenly become enlightened as a pig climbing a tree.

So he didn't answer this question at all, but said: "Get ready, His Majesty is not giving up, he will do his best to keep his authority, and do his best to keep those old stubborn stubborn, your trip will be very difficult."

Nikolai Milyuting nodded silently and asked, "Is Your Majesty asking you to help with the reform of the third volume?"

"Yes!" replied Count Rostovtsev very directly.

Nikolai Milyutin asked again: "Then what advice do you give him?"

Nikolai Milyutin did not expect that Count Rostovtsev would suddenly clarify his position with Alexander II and tell the tsar that he was also a reformist, or the real behind-the-scenes boss of the reformists, that was impossible.

He just hoped that Count Rostovtsev could persuade Alexander II to accept the fact that reforms were inevitable. It's just that Nikolai Milyutin was inevitably dumbfounded when Count Rostovtsev explained what he had done in the imperial study just now.

"You actually did this? Don't you know how much trouble it will cause me?" Nikolai Milyutin jumped in a hurry, "If Your Majesty really does the work of Count Uvarov, then This time we can't do anything about Konstantin Pobedonostsev and the third one!"

The more he talked, the more anxious he became, and he was so anxious that he turned around, as if his **** was on fire.

"How could you do this, **** it, I don't even know which side you are on!"

Count Rostovtsev replied calmly: "Of course I am on your side~www.readwn.com~ Calm down my friend, things are not as bad as you think!"

Nikolai Milyuting said angrily, "Then why do you say that you are fortunate? Are you glad that you didn't completely stand on our enemy's side, or are you glad that the idea you gave to His Majesty was not enough to hurt?"

Count Rostovtsev laughed and said: "Calm down, listen to me and then lose your temper, my friend, you just can't hold your breath, you're too sensitive... You think Count Uvarov can do it without me talking. Did you work with you as you wished to cut Konditantine Pobedonostsev and the third volume into eight pieces?"

Without waiting for Nikolai Milyutin to answer Count Rostovtsev, he explained: "That old fox is more measured than you think, and he is willing to attack Konstantin Pobedonostsev's group. Yes, but he will never agree to weaken the third part too much. Let me tell you, this time he will never cooperate with you to dismember the third part, but will continue to support your hind legs so that you can't use your strength!"

Nikolai Milyutin didn't speak, not because he didn't agree with Count Rostovtsev's analysis, but he knew very well that the Count should be right. He had a similar understanding before, and knew that this time things were not so bad. Simple!