When Qian Jun got out of the car at the destination and paid the driver, he saw the driver raised his head and saw Qian Jun's face. He immediately trembled in fright: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty?!"
The driver had seen Qian Jun when the new emperor ascended the throne. He could never forget the moment when Qian Jun ascended the throne and his calmness and calmness in the face of enemy bombing. Qian Jun's face was deeply reflected in the driver's mind at that moment. Seeing him again now
How can Qianjun not recognize the truth?!
Before Qian Jun could object, Xie Daifei next to her smiled brightly: "Master, admit your mistake. This is my boyfriend. He is a true republican, not your majesty!" She took Qian Jun's hand and smiled brightly at the driver.
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"But..." The driver broke out in a cold sweat, looking at Qian Jun's face with surprise and uncertainty. He never believed that there could be such a similar person in the world? Even the temperament exuded from his bones was the same, domineering and noble.
"I thought the sculpture looked quite similar when I saw it just now." Xie Daifei shook her head and continued: "But it's not the case after all."
Qian Jun is an out-and-out republican, and Xie Defei knows this better than anyone. She has no doubt that Qian Jun has another identity.
"Oh!" The driver nodded dullly and laughed at the thought. My girlfriend said no, so it must not be the case. What's more, the world is so big, it's easy to find one or two similar people.
Moreover, no one has ever heard that His Majesty has a girlfriend! As Emperor Dipolo, how can His Majesty take a taxi when he comes in and out of the palace?!
After thinking about it, the driver recovered from his previous panic. Naturally, he took the big banknote from Qian Jun's hand, gave some change, and left.
Seeing the rental car disappear, Qian Jun took Xie Daifei into the pre-booked Binghai Hotel.
The Ice Sea Hotel is located on an artificial island in the capital of Diplo, surrounded by the sea on three sides. The hotel is 365 meters high, which means that this hotel, like the annual rings of time, reincarnates every 365 days and is endless.
The Ice Sea Hotel, like the internationally renowned Burj Al Arab Hotel, stands on an artificial island surrounded by the sea. It surpasses the luxury, vastness and eternity of the Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai. Even the strong winds and waves of the Indian Ocean are indifferent to it. It is surrounded by the ocean on three sides.
The bottom is crystal clear, and fish swim freely under the seabed. The sun shines on the sea and the waves sparkle. The natural seaside environment of the Maldives is enough to become a holiday destination for anyone in the world.
It is like a giant standing between heaven and earth, silently witnessing the prosperity and prosperity of Dipolo. It has experienced wind, rain and decline together with this country.
Due to Western sanctions, the number of guests at the Binghai Hotel these days is less than in the past. However, since the founding of the late emperor, the West has endlessly imposed various sanctions on Diplo, and Diplo has still survived tenaciously and grown day by day.
.Today, domestic demand is strong enough to withstand any sanctions without national collapse.
Since ancient times, there have been very few exchanges with the West, which makes the West's sanctions against Dipolo seem a bit insignificant. This is just a continuation of the tactics that the West has always used.
The Binghai Hotel will not go bankrupt due to the decrease in Western guests. The consumption of domestic people is enough for it to operate normally and achieve profitability.
Qian Jun took Xie Daifei to stay in the hotel. The service in the hotel was extremely humane. Even if someone found that Qian Jun looked like Emperor Dipolo, they were just surprised in their hearts and did not show it on their faces. The good quality and service attitude made Qian Jun
People are impeccable.
Perhaps those who recognized Emperor Dipolo probably thought that there were so many people with similar looks in the world. It was only natural that there would occasionally be someone who looked exactly like His Majesty the Emperor.
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Istan Palace, the queen's residence.
Poppy Shahua lay weakly on the sofa with exquisite texture. Under her feet was a pure silk carpet handmade by a Persian master. The smooth silk surface could even reflect the sunlight and make people mistakenly think it was a mirror. A golden dragon was carved on the table made of white jade.
On the jade phoenix, there is a collection of precious red wine. The extremely luxurious life cannot bring the slightest joy to this powerful queen.
Different from the life attitude of ordinary people who are content with food and clothing, the higher you stand, the greater your responsibility. She is the Queen of Istanbul, and she must be responsible for the fate of this country and its people. This is the price she needs to pay for enjoying a luxurious life.
.However, the poor environment in Istan and the continuous demonstrations have made this young and beautiful queen very anxious. Especially when faced with the attacks of ministers and the suspicious looks of everyone, Poppy Shahua was at a loss.
As for joy? But where to start?!
It's not that Poppy Shahua is frightening herself, maybe the collapse of the imperial power of the Poppy family only happened in an instant. Those warlord leaders controlled by the West will definitely not let her go. They want to overthrow the imperial power, and their majesty, the most beautiful Queen, will be sent away by them.
Going to the guillotine to accept the people's trial, Istan returned to the era of great powers competing for hegemony.
It doesn't matter if she loses her imperial power. Poppy Shahua is already tired of this life of dealing with files and intrigues every day. But the chaos of the country is by no means what she expects to see, and she doesn't want to leave her poor children alone after being guillotined.
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If a child has no father, and if he no longer has a mother, wouldn’t he become the most pitiable person in the world?!
Thinking that the child might wander on the streets, be sold by traffickers to do hard labor, or have hands and feet broken and then be left on the street to beg, Poppy Shahua felt heartbroken. Even being sent to the guillotine was even more terrifying.
Touching the swollen belly, Poppy Shahua’s pretty face showed happiness, joy, confusion, despair...
Then I remembered that I was going to the Republic this time. I wanted to go to Uncle Wang to bring in reinforcements, but I didn't expect that I would meet that bastard in Mingzhu who should be cut into pieces. Not only did I fail to avenge my shame, I was even beaten by him again and again.
He was almost killed in a humiliation. The deep hatred between himself and that bastard has long been sworn in.
Thinking of that bastard, Poppy Shahua inevitably thought of how he had told himself to help him before leaving. He felt that he had the ability to turn the tide and pull Istan back from the brink of collapse?! He thought that the struggle for imperial power would be like a street battle.
It's like a gang fight. If you invite dozens or hundreds of people to fight, will the winner take all?!
Has he ever commanded an army of 1,000 men to siege a city? Has he ever seen an army of 10,000 men fire thousands of artillery pieces under the command of a general?! No, he has never even been on the battlefield.