"Which one is the Crown Prince of Ming Dynasty?"

A noble lady covered her face with a feather fan and asked the people next to her. The Russians were not used to the Ming language and could only call Li Lin according to their understanding.

"You're not tall!"

"It seems a little thinner."

"Who is that big black guy next to you?"

"That's the adjutant."

"The adjutant looks quite strong."

"Do you like his adjutant?"

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Zhao Liangdong and Li Lin looked at the laughing Russian women, feeling like monkeys.

"Damn it, why is this place so weird?

And this meat is fucking thicker than roe deer meat. It doesn’t taste good!” Zhao Liangdong took a bite of the meat on the plate, and the taste was indescribably weird.

"This is polar bear meat, the kind that comes from white bears. It's not very tasty, and it's far worse than what our Ming cooks make.

The pastrami is good, but the heat is a little off, as if it's undercooked." Li Lin just ate a little bread and wasn't too interested in the bloody beef.

Because of Li Xiao's influence, the Li family never eats raw meat.

Even Tokugawa Chihime, who loves sashimi, has not tasted the delicacies of her hometown for many years.

This is out of respect for various parasites. When Li Lin was a child, Li Xiao even specially found a pork tapeworm plated in a basin.

Tell Li Lin that this thing is grown from rice grain flesh.

It coils itself in your intestines, absorbs your nutrients, and finally sucks you to death.

After seeing that horrific scene, Li Lin never dared to eat any raw meat again.

Even the braised shrimp that is commonly eaten in Liaodong coastal areas, I dare not try a chopstick.

Li Lin didn't even dare to try this kind of bloody beef, and wouldn't even take a bite of the food on the side of the beef.

I have to say that Russian cuisine really tastes... incomparable to Ming cuisine.

Poor Li Lin could only eat something like pickled cucumber bread. As for the big dumplings filled with butter, Li Lin was tired of looking at them.

"What are those yellow-haired ladies looking at?

Why do their fans still have hair on them!”

Zhao Liangdong, on the other hand, welcomes everyone. He can eat roasted polar bear meat and cut into large pieces of bloody beef.

Mao Zi eats like a barbarian, piling everything on the table.

Beef and apples were placed together, and there were several unknown fruits beside them.

I recognize the banana, but it doesn't seem to go well with beef.

"Who the hell knows, these yellow-haired women are always weird." Li Lin found that many Russian girls would walk past him intentionally or unintentionally.

There are even some who look at themselves with their big blue eyes. Their long eyelashes are like small fans, fanning and blinking at themselves.

Oh my God!

Have you ever imagined a fairy winking at you? This is how Li Lin feels now!

The Ming Dynasty also emphasized whiteness as beauty, but did not emphasize whiteness to the point of paleness.

Many Russian beauties are so white that the blood vessels on their necks are clearly visible, as well as the long hair on their bodies.

The face must have been shaved and looks very clean. But you can't look at the arms. There is a layer of hair on the forearms.

The kind that moves with your breathing!

Moreover, people of the Ming Dynasty preferred women to be slim and well-behaved.

Like big breasts and big butts, that is the hobby of carnivores like old monkey Ding San.

If Li Lin brought back a tall and thick hairy girl, Tokugawa Chihime would probably collapse on the spot.

In Russia, banquets are usually accompanied by dances.

Next to the banquet hall is a huge dance hall. Li Lin believes that Russian dance should be cultivated from an early age.

Without ten or eight years of training, I would definitely not be able to dance such a complicated dance.

Generally speaking, Russian group dance is similar to the group gymnastics that Dad said.

Li Lin lacked character when it came to this thing.

In fact, because of his tutoring, Li Lin had no interest in music or other things since he was a child.

In the Li family's tradition, the sound of guns and cannons is far more pleasant to the ears than music.

Li Xiao spent far more time in the military camp than among women.

"This thing... what are they doing?" Zhao Liangdong didn't understand why so many nobles wanted to play large-scale group exercises in the house.

"Saying hysteria." Li Lin replied helplessly.

This brother-in-law seems to be very popular with Mao Mei. At this moment, the two of them have rejected more than a dozen aristocratic ladies who came to invite them to dance.

According to Western etiquette, men invite women to dance at dances.

When a woman invites a man to dance, she is already recommending herself to the party.

But unfortunately, these two Ming men were ignorant and rejected the beautiful aristocratic ladies one after another.

This made the cadets at the Moscow Central Military Academy very unhappy!

The Central Army School in Moscow was the product of Catherine's visit to the Xi'an Army Academy when she visited the Ming Dynasty.

In the past, Russian military officers were determined at birth.

As long as you are a noble, it is impossible to think of serving as a soldier in the army.

Because as long as you are a noble, you will become an officer in the army. Those conscripted peasants will naturally become soldiers.

But these noble men have never received training as professional soldiers.

Even some training is outdated training passed down from family.

Some people are even still studying medieval tactics.

These people are seriously unfit for the increasingly modern battlefield.

Not to mention anything else, the appearance of machine guns alone made those guys who were still considering whether cavalry should wear chain armor or plate armor miserable.

Not to mention, some people still like those kind of boat-like military caps.

After seeing Ming Dynasty's camouflage hats and training hats, Ekaterina also felt that those sail-like hats were too heavy.

The Moscow Army Officer School now only recruits children of nobles.

He is usually a proud and arrogant master, and he especially doesn't like to see pretentious people like Li Lin and Zhao Liangdong.

"Voroshilov, where did those two Ming people come from?"

"How do I know that they actually rejected so many noble ladies?"

"Damn it, why do we Russian aristocratic women surround those Ming people like nymphos?"

"Forget it! It's not easy for Ming people to appear here. Let's not cause trouble."

"Haha! Kirov, why are you less courageous than a fox? You won't be a deserter on the battlefield, right?"

"I...! I'm not timid, I just don't want to cause trouble."

"Then go ahead, Kirov, and find a noble lady to dance with, or go kill those arrogant Ming people."

"Yes, Kirov, come on!"

"Ula!"

"Ula...!"

A group of military cadets started making noises, and the noise attracted everyone's attention. Everyone in the ballroom looked over!

Kirov's face turned red as he was coaxed. Looking at a large group of elegant noble ladies, the shy big boy took a long time to gather his courage but did not dare to walk over.

"What's wrong with Kirov? He turned into a soft-footed shrimp."

"Hey...! Kirov doesn't dare to invite the ladies to dance, so he'll go and defeat the Ming people.

Your fighting skills are not very good!"

"Uh...!" Kirov was speechless.

It's because of his good fighting skills that he doesn't dare to provoke the Ming people.

Although he was of a brave and aggressive age, he knew that the identity of the Ming people who appeared here was definitely not simple.

My father's title is not high, he is just a low-ranking nobleman. He really beats people up, and he will never be able to live with it.
To be continued...