The cold wind is as cold as a knife.

The snowflakes were like flying silver blades, drawing mottled light from the airflow. The horse stepped on the cold current, and the dark horse's hooves split a shallow and narrow path in the heavy snow. The boy's clothes flew on the horse's back, and his eyes narrowed slightly against the snow, and his pupils seemed to be stained with coldness.

Covering the reins is strong, steady and powerful.

"Here." The man said hoarsely.

The horse's bridle suddenly tightened, and the horse stood up and neighed. Wu Jin hugged the horse's neck tightly. The boss behind him jumped down and dusted the snow off the dark gray baron's cloak.

Wu Jin was then terrified to discover.

The boss seems to be dressed up by the program team from beginning to end. In most variety shows, this is the treatment that only by giving money to the program team...

Wealth is as good as a country Wei Shi: "Hmm?"

Wu Jin quickly shook his head and went to help the boss's mount to dust the snow. The horse was very lively and rubbed towards Wu Jin intimately, and the little foal behind him caught up.

Wu Jin then suddenly remembered: "Chuchu!..."

Chuchu got offended angrily: "How can you bear to leave me alone!"

Wei Shi calmly stated: "You want to ride yourself."

Chu Chu emphasized: "I want the little witch* to take* to ride with me, not to move the little witch out and let me ride alone - forget it, I can't explain it clearly to a straight man like you!"

As soon as the little foal saw Wu Jin, it came up and swung its tail leisurely to arch. The horse turned around and rubbed against the little mare, looking at it's a stallion...

Wu Jin looked up and looked into the distance in the long wind and snow.

There are two houses here, such as the "small station" between Louis XVI's Palace of Versailles and the courtyard. There is a small hill several meters high to the north, and the terrain is all the way up. You can see the scene of the Little Trianon Palace after passing through the bush forest.

At this time, the Little Trianon Palace in the distance returned to silence again. The distance between naked eyes in the wind and snow was less than 2 kilometers, and Wu Jin could only vaguely see someone walking out of Little Trianon.

Rather than saying it is a "agreed alliance", it is better to say that Vera and the other three are more like being hijacked by the "civilian class". Wu Jin was about to speak, but suddenly he was accidentally hit by the jumping foal.

Wu Jin shook hard: "!!!"

Bang—When it fell into the snow, the foal was immediately alarmed and returned to its well-behaved and wet eyes.

Wei Shi picked up the hot Wu Jin from the snow, as if he was digging up the tips of bamboo shoots in the ground.

Wu Jin took advantage of the re-snowing time to briefly describe the incident in the Little Trianon Palace.

"Sister Vera is Queen Mary?" Chuchu was stunned: "Would we wait for someone to walk to Versailles and intercept it halfway?"

Wu Jin shook his head: "We wait for the parliament to start. Now there are too few people, and the royalists are all staying in Versailles Palace and are unwilling to come out. Only the parliament can make them stand out."

The royalists were unwilling to show their heads. It seemed that the historical ruts were also in line with the situation at this time. Only when the interests of the French nobles were actually violated will they truly become active. What they maintained was not the royal family or the monarchy. On the chessboard of this French change, anyone would only defend themselves.

Wei Shi had a cold expression and skillfully zipped Wu Jin's combat uniform, as if he had taken apart the winter bamboo shoots and wrapped them in circles.

Wu Jin thought, once the council started, they would kill from here—

Wu Jin was suddenly handed a glass of warm water.

Wait, where did the warm water come from the boss?

Wu Jin drank it, exhaled warm white breath, and his little round face returned to rosy again.

Wei Shi was satisfied and continued to water the winter bamboo shoots expressionlessly.

At this moment, in the distance, the vast team of players finally began to move.

"We are ready too!" Chuchu yelled immediately.

Wei Shi turned his horse and blew a strong wind. At this time, many cameras were flying around. Wu Jin was as timid as a rabbit and didn't look at the boss again. He rode his original foal with his long legs straight and rode onto the original foal.

Chuchu quickly sat behind Wu Jin happily.

Wei Shi glanced at the two of them lightly.

Wu Jin was shocked and stumbling: "Chu, Chuchu, why don't you sit in front..."

Chu Chu waved her hand and proudly said, "No, you can block the wind!"

Wu Jin and Wei Shi clamped the horse's back at the same time.

The horse's hooves suddenly sounded.

Chu Chu sat steadily, and the little witch in front was blocking the wind, like a hot piece of cake. Chu Chu Chu felt happy, and his mind was that he and Xiao Wu were in the same frame. After the game, he read a press release "The golden boy and the jade girl have a deep affection"...

Suddenly a gust of cold wind flew by.

The two horses suddenly approached, and they sniffed, and the reins of the guard relaxed, and the horse slowed down and even the little mare jogged.

The two knights who were far apart suddenly pulled closer.

Wei Shi turned his head slightly.

The light in the snow jumps like gold.

The snow mud was splashed with debris, and the entire Versailles shone brightly under the morning light, and the two rode shoulder to shoulder.

"..." Chuchu completely became a background board.

The camera chased after him quickly. Wu Jin then realized, and quickly accelerated, and the little foal rushed out obediently. The horse followed closely behind, and the group finally flashed slightly by the bushes and disappeared into the path to Versailles.

The House of Parliament in Versailles.

The bell rang at 9 o'clock, and under the stained glass were silent players - all those who survived from the third round to the present.

67 people. 41 civilians, 14 priests, and 12 nobles.

The watch shows the survival number 69.

"Wei Yan is not here..." Chu Chu counted and whispered. Of course, Wei Shen is not here either.

The severe cold makes the players' survival rely heavily on heating equipment. Outside the door of the parliament hall and even a few kilometers away, eliminated life-saving poles can be seen everywhere. The heating equipment is snatched by the perpetrators.

The minute hands are combined toward the hour point.

The royal red and white roses pushed the door open, behind them was a long row of waiters, carrying 18th-century Paris in their hands with hemp woven bags everywhere.

It is the second batch of heating equipment.

All contestants were instantly attracted by the attention.

Ning Fengbei Feng's eyes were slightly picked, and Leng Bingbing read the Parliamentary Ordinance: "...The meeting will decide on the allocation of the second batch of heating facilities... Each class holds 1 vote, and a total of 3 votes..."

On the stage, Vera's eyes swept across Wu Jin, and Chu Chu finally calmed down slightly.

When Xiaoran proposed with a crisp voice, "9 hours of heating for the nobles, 8 hours of heating for the civilians, and 4 hours of priests", the venue suddenly became an uproar.

Zoe, who was also a nobleman, frowned slightly, and Ming Yao was furious in one second. Even though Ming Yao was a noble, the captain Zuo Botang chose the priest. The voting began in chaos, and the civilian class almost handed over the vote in seconds, while the other two classes were caught off guard.

"Organization." Wu Jin whispered: "They-the civilian class should have a commander."

The commander first won over most civilian cards in the shortest time, and then planned the "King Alliance" of the Little Trianon Palace, and then made arrangements in the parliament.

"If it weren't for the commander, civilians would kill each other in four hours at the beginning. The commander could communicate and win over each other and coordinate the distribution of interests," Wu Jin's mind suddenly flashed through his fragmented book memories.

——Gather alliances with common political stance and political goals, and coordinate the distribution of interests.

"partisan."

The commander is the leader of the party.

At this time, the parliamentary scene at the end of Louis XVI's rule was completely reproduced. The aristocrats lacked control over current affairs and public opinion, and their authority was in the hands of various civilian parties. The commanders of the civilian camp were using their treacherous cohesion to shape the "Jacobians" who violently opposed the monarchy and advocated equal rights.

"The commander...is it Lan?" Chu Chu speculated.

Wu Jin was not sure: "Lan took the hidden assassination path. In history, only Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin, and no Prince Dan assassinated the King of Qin."

"Xiao Ran?"

Wu Jin: "Xiao Ran is in the bright... If I were the commander, I would be in the dark."

Chuchu asked quickly: "This, resource redistribution will harm the interests of the priests... Can the parliament pass?"

Wu Jin thought about it and finally gave him a "can".

"In this round, including the previous round, most players are teamed up with four people. The chances of 4 people getting high-end heating equipment at the same time are too small. That is, it is more common than 2 nobles and 2 priests, 2 nobles and 2 civilians. Aristocratic players will also vote for the civilian class for their allies."

"Furthermore, the civilian class is relatively weaker than the priests. If the 8-hour heating equipment is necessary, they are more willing to give it to the weak enemy."

He could think that the other commander would definitely think of it.

At this time, six of the 12 nobles had voted in favor. Ming Yao was still yelling to canvass the votes, trying to get heating resources for his priest captain, but the number of votes was actually one-sided.

Ming Yao: "This is unfair!"

Eight nobles voted for approval.

Ming Yao: “…”

9 digits.

Ming Yao was timid for a second, and quickly wiped out the heating equipment on his body, trembling with cold: "I have to save some effort to leave a set for the captain..."

The vote of the parliament was approaching. The nobles and civilians voted for "approval" at the same time. At this time, the priest class who had been stolen from resources could not save their fate no matter how hard it worked. The waiter sang the vote to the priest Wu Jin.

“Abstain.”

The audience was in an uproar in an instant, and even Wu Jin gave up resisting. Zuo Botang frowned, Ming Yao was so angry that he was unable to make a move. Lan looked at Wu Jin with great interest.
To be continued...