My British Empire

  Chapter 4 Royal Horse Galloping

   As far as the eye can see, a small grassland with more than a thousand acres lies horizontally on the north bank of the River Thames. The Thames River, which has not been influenced by industry, is still clear and cold, with the gentleness and smallness of the rivers of island countries. Of course, this is compared with China. For those who have seen the Yangtze River, this is a small river.

  For Smith, who lives in London, this is a big river, the largest river he has seen since he left Buckinghamshire. Even though he has seen it countless times, Smith is still in awe of it.

Huh! Wait, why doesn't His Royal Highness Prince Edward look surprised? Had he seen the great Thames? But didn't His Majesty the King worry about the safety of the prince and never let him come to the Thames River! I'm not even on the river this time, it's miles away! Forget it, maybe he ran out secretly!

  Edward did not expect that some of his expressions would give Smith such a big association. He was thinking about how to protect the draft river for Londoners in the future.

  The meadow is only five miles from Hampton Court Palace, so close that Henry VIII forbade Edward to go to the river. One mile equals 1.6 kilometers, and five miles equals eight kilometers.

  Five miles was no problem for Smith, but it was very difficult for Edward and Elizabeth.

  So, Smith rode there with Edward. He loved his **** horse named 'Iron Shield' very much, and he was usually reluctant to ride it. He was more precious than his precious son.

  I had no choice but to ride it today, and Baron Smith's heart trembled, for fear that the stones on the roadside would damage the horse's hooves.

  As for why Baron Smith loves the **** horse called Shield so much? Edward had heard rumors that the black horse had saved Baron Smith's life by parrying an arrow on the battlefield. Therefore, the Smith Knight at that time thought that this was the meaning of God, and the shield became the messenger of God. After spending all his savings, and maybe God blessed him, the dark horse was saved. So, the 15-year-old horse was ridden by Smith to the pasture.

  Edward and Elizabeth rode their respective horses to the pasture. Edward's Arthur was white, and Elizabeth's horse was reddish-brown. One could tell they were sons of aristocrats, so some serfs and yeoman on the side of the road hurried out of the way for fear of being accidentally injured.

   At the end of the Middle Ages, no one complained about being accidentally injured by nobles.

  The former ordinary college students now also feel the demeanor of what is called a privileged class.

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  Although he didn't like this kind of behavior from the bottom of his heart, but he was asked to apologize to those serfs and poor people, Edward said that the concubine couldn't do it!

  Edward didn't realize that after five years of aristocratic education, his thinking has unknowingly turned to the aristocratic class. This is why the **** determines the head!

  Although Edward still retains the previously accepted idea of ​​equality for all, at the end of the Middle Ages, it is a ridiculous assumption to want to achieve equality for all.

  In life, there must always be a dream to chase. Therefore, Edward rode on the horse, thinking about how his body could become like that of ordinary people, so that he could ride the horse and whip at any time, and gallop in this kingdom of his own.

   "Elizabeth! What is your dream?" Edward turned his head and asked his sister. "Ah! Dream, let me think about it again!" Elizabeth lowered her head cutely, her eyes kept rolling.

  Edward looked at the little loli riding on the horse with a smile. The long white dress made Elizabeth's little face more rosy and cute.

  The thirteen-year-old Elizabeth is in the prime of her life. In ancient Chinese terms, it is the age of cardamom. Sitting on a horseback, she is a head taller than Edward, which makes Edward's neck sore.

   Just half an hour later, Edward suddenly felt a fiery emotion spreading on the inner thigh, and Arthur shook from time to time. This feeling was very sour, how could it be a cool word!

  Just when Edward was very embarrassed, the clear sky suddenly turned cloudy, and a dark cloud rushed here, as if he was about to do something unspeakable.

   "Huh!" Edward secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately sat up again, and said in an anxious tone, "Uncle Smith, it looks like the weather is going to rain! Let's ride back quickly!"

  Smith looked up at the dark clouds above his head, and said in a slightly joyful tone: "Mm! Your Royal Highness, you and the Princess, hurry back, my queen."

   "Okay! Be careful!" Edward then asked Elizabeth, who was thinking about her dream, "Elizabeth! Let's go back!"

   "Oh!" Elizabeth responded without distraction, "What? I haven't played enough yet!" Elizabeth immediately regretted it after realizing it.

  The thirteen-year-old girl was just at the time of being lively and restless, and finally came out to ride a horse for a while, how could she leave so easily.

   "Why don't we ride back in a horse race. If I get to Hampton Court Palace first, you can plead with my father so that I don't have to learn etiquette from my mother today!" Elizabeth's switch can be a strategy.

Because Edward is favored by Henry VIII, Edward has never been scolded by Henry VIII, so some troubles are blamed on him. Basically, everything he asks can be passed. He is the only male in the entire Tudor royal family. What about the heir?

   "Okay! But only this time, don't make another example!" Edward agreed after thinking for a while.

   "Well, yes!" Elizabeth responded with a happy smile.

  Although Edward could ask Henry VIII to do many things, he cherished such an opportunity very much. Because he knew that Henry VIII was very busy with the religious reform, and his health was not good recently, so he didn't dare to trouble him for some trivial matters.

   It can be seen that Elizabeth dislikes Madam Mary who taught her aristocratic etiquette. Edward shivered when he thought of Madam Mary.

  Aunt Mary is a nun at Priory Abbey in London, a monastery where the Tudor royal family often donates gold coins, so she sent Mary Gray with the best etiquette to teach Princess Elizabeth etiquette.

  Mary Gray was the daughter of a baron and was sent to a monastery since she was a child.

   I don't know if I have been hurt in any way, and I have a cold face all day long. He was close to 1.7 meters tall, with a high nose, dark blue eyes, and grayish-white color on his thin cheeks. The sharp eyes seem to be able to see your soul, and the veins pop out of your hands, which proves that its owner is quite old.

   Shaking his head, it seemed that he could throw that figure out of his brain. During Edward's memories, Elizabeth took a step ahead while he was not paying attention. When he came back to his senses, only Elizabeth's laughter was heard, but the person had long since disappeared.

  Edward smiled bitterly, shook his head, raised his whip, and slammed the whip hard into the air.

   Arthur seemed to understand what Edward meant, and ran after him with his calves.

   I hope everyone will support me a lot, and I will update a chapter every day around six o'clock in the future.

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