The Crescent of the Sultan

A wedding is a very serious matter, especially the wedding of a monarch.

It is not just the servants who serve as preparers, but both parties involved who need to focus on preparation as well.

Therefore, early in the morning, when there were still stars in the sky, Anna got up to do her makeup.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, this is beautiful."

Ludovica took a long dress and said to Anna, who was being dressed by the wife of General Mahand from France.

There is no way, the French are quite talented in this area.

As for the level of the Ottoman Empire in this regard, in fact, from the perspective of Emperor Cyprus, it was not bad. After all, the maids in Topkapi Palace were pretty good.

However, for personal reasons, Emperor Cyril had always had a relatively unfavorable attitude towards the costumes of the Ottoman harem, because he really could not appreciate them.

If Mrs. Mishu Delpa, who was his own mother, had not insisted on this tune, he would have changed it long ago.

The current makeup is actually not for subsequent weddings and banquets. This is a benefit that Emperor Sai gave himself.

For various reasons, it was okay for Emperor Sai to touch the men's attire, but women's attire must be robes, and this cannot be changed.

As for the robe, Emperor Sai is just looking at it. He might as well look for Stanley's urea bag, which is pretty much the same anyway.

So, the so-called traditional dress is only used in front of others. Isn’t it a bad idea to wear this kind of thing when you are truly alone?

Emperor Sai can be considered an innocent boy. After traveling through time for so many years, even the maids in the palace are too lazy to touch him.

Just this time, please let go and prepare some more clothes. Not to mention vulgar, they are all decent clothes and have no special hobbies. The Sudan is a decent person.

After coming over for a while, Anna looked at her makeup in the mirror and couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, Ludovica was looking at Anna resentfully. After all, she had been waiting for a long time.

"Okay, okay. I know what you mean. You can try it if you want. Your Majesty has prepared a lot of clothes for me. They are all handmade. You can take whichever one you like."

Ludovica nodded, feeling a little jealous.

Why was she able to find someone who loved her so much?

She couldn't help but think of the days when she was a princess. Even when she was a princess, her father would not pamper her like this.

After all, the country's treasury did not have enough money to allow the royal family to be extravagant, and his father was busy with state affairs all day long, hoping to implement Polish reforms.

She lives a better life than ordinary people, but not only compared with other royal families in Europe, but even several big families in the country, she cannot compare with their direct children.

Perhaps the only thing she can compare to is the princesses of those small German states, like damn Ekaterina.

A German-born princess became the empress of Russia. She wanted to do that too.

It is not that there were no Sultanas who interfered in the affairs of the Ottoman Empire in its history. Hurrem Sultana was one. Why couldn't she work hard in this direction?

So why? Why can she be favored by the Sultan?

Her bloodline was no nobler than her own. She was also a Polish princess, and her father Nicholas was just an ordinary person before he became the Patriarch.

She couldn't be more knowledgeable than him, so what about the students at Oxford, let alone music. Even in music, she was still better than him after receiving royal education since she was a child.

Her appearance does not exceed her own, she just hasn't fully developed yet. Given time, she may not still have this advantage.

After thinking a lot, Ludovica felt like crying.

Why should I compare these things? I am just like a French woman hanging out in Paris, hoping to be favored by a big boss.

Ludovica thanked her, bowed and turned away. There were tears in her eyes. She hated what she had done.

She envied the love between the Sultan and His Highness Anna, she hoped, she longed for it, but she couldn't get it.

Even if she successfully committed herself to the Sultan and gained his favor, she and the Sultan would not have any love. From the beginning, she came with the idea of ​​restoring Poland.

Ludovica suppressed her tears and walked outside, but was discovered by her sister Isabella who happened to come in.

The girl screamed.

"Sister, why are you crying?"

Ludovica was immediately dumbfounded. Why is this child still so stupid?

Anna, who was trying on other looks, heard Isabella's words and immediately asked the stylist on the side to stop working, and then asked.

"Ludovica, what's wrong with you?"

Ludovica wiped away her tears, hugged Isabella beside her, covered her mouth and said.

"It's okay, Your Highness, it's just that the wind got into my eyes, making them itchy."

"Did the wind get into your eyes?"

Anna asked suspiciously.

"Yes, Your Highness, I'm taking my sister outside now, so I won't disturb you. If you need anything, just call us. I promise to be there when you call."

“Okay, okay, remember to sleep a little longer, we’re going to set off later.

Keep your spirits up, it's still a bit difficult to get up so early. "

Anna warned gently. He had no idea that the other party's intention was to compete with her for a man.

After listening to Anna's words, Ludovica couldn't help but feel something, and she said the last thing.

"Okay, thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

Such preparations took place not only in the home of Patriarch Nicholas, but also in other parts of the empire.

The Muslims definitely don't have so many tricks. After all, the traditional dress for Muslim women is the robe. No matter how you do it, it will just be like that.

Like changing the lace and color, oh, you can't even change the color. They are usually white, and there is no room for movement and rotation.

It's different here for the Orthodox Christians. The Emperor does not intend to control the clothes worn by the Orthodox Christians. These people can wear whatever they want. The more colorful the clothes, the better. It just stimulates the Muslims who are also female.

What do you think the big mufu will do when he asks questions? What does it have to do with the Sultan? The Sultan just arranged how to manage the attendance of men and women at events.

Does the Emperor control what Orthodox Christians wear?

How can you disturb the Sudan with such nonsense? Come on, you are very busy running such a big country.

I didn’t realize that the Sultan got married so late. Doesn’t this reflect the Sultan’s diligence?

Don't bother Emperor Sai with this kind of thing, just go to Nikolai Non-stick Pan and keep it safe for him to provide you with all help except actual help.

While the Ottoman Empire was in a peaceful atmosphere on the eve of the wedding, the entire European continent was experiencing turmoil after another. Emperor Cypriot, who was still sleeping in, was finally awakened by this thing.

The French got angry and attacked Austria and Prussia.