My British Empire

ps: the fourth bullet, the last bullet

Hugging his arrogant wife, Duke Edward gently stroked her back and comforted her from time to time.

"Okay, okay! I'm back." Mrs. Anne kept sobbing while holding Duke Edward. Mrs. Anne, who had been going smoothly at home and outside, showed her little daughter attitude today.

"Annie, let's go back! It's not good to be influenced by the public!"

Hearing these words, Madam Anne quickly wiped her eyes and left Duke Edward's embrace.

Duke Edward took Lady Anne's hand and slowly boarded the carriage.

"Edward, I'm really worried about you. Fortunately, the little king pardoned you, and I'm ready to beg him!"

Mrs. Anne looked rejoiced, which made Duke Edward feel distressed.

"Anne, we are going back to Wiltshire, we can't stay in London anymore!" Duke Edward, no, Earl Edward looked at Lady Anne, his eyes were shining brightly.

"But..." Madam Anne was interrupted by Earl Edward just as she spoke.

"Right! It's an intoxicating thing, a poisonous wine with temptation, let's stay away from it!"

There was a trace of loneliness in Earl Edward's eyes, but also a trace of relief.

"Okay! Listen to you! As long as you are safe!" Mrs. Anne thought for a while and said with some perseverance.

Edward Seymour was born in Wiltshire to Sir John Seymour and Margery Wentworth.

His blood from his maternal grandfather gave him blood from King Edward III of England and the Percy family.

From this calculation, he and Henry VIII are the great-grandson relationship of the fifth generation hall.

It can be regarded as a noble blood, and the rights have almost been engraved into his bones. He did not expect that after this coup, he would look away, or be afraid.

Whitehall Palace, when Baron Smith and Sir John were left to eat, Mary, who was already seven years old, also sat and shared lunch.

Baron Smith was already familiar with Mary, but Sir John, who met Mary for the first time, was surprised.

One bite at a time, and god bless the poor little heart beating.

It was a great honor and surprise for Sir John to have lunch with the King of England and the Queen of Scotland at the same time.

Therefore, during the meal, Mary personally received the greeting from the royal steward, so the lunch ended in a hurry.

But for Sir John, this lunch was quite grand. On the way home, Sir John couldn't stop thinking about it.

He felt that this lunch was something he could brag about for half his life.

Edward finished this relatively boring lunch, and then followed Mary to a royal lawn outside London to feed her Lilith.

"Hurry up, Brother Edward, Lilith must be hungry!"

Edward walked slowly behind, and Mary ran ahead with short legs, calling Edward from time to time.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry, isn't there a groom?" Edward said weakly after finishing his meal.

"Lilith only eats what I feed her, she won't eat what the groom feeds! Brother Edward can't talk nonsense!"

Little Mary puffed out her round, small and delicate face, and said to Edward angrily.

"Okay! I was wrong, Lilith only eats what Mary feeds, and what Mary feeds is delicious!"

Edward waved his hands helplessly, and said to her in a low tone.

"Hmph! Brother Edward is so stupid, he doesn't even know this, huh—"

Hearing that Edward admitted his mistake, little Mary stuck out her pink tongue, pulled down her right eyelid with her right finger, and made some funny faces at Edward.

In this way, while little Mary was bouncing around, Edward and his party came to the stable. In the middle of a green grassland less than ten acres, a row of wooden houses ten feet high and hundreds of feet long came into Edward's eyes.

The stables are divided into small compartments up to ten feet wide, and dozens of horses are kept here, and almost all the favorite horses of the Tudor royal family are here.

Approaching the stables, horses of various colors barked non-stop, among them Edward's royal horse Arthur, who was young and strong, barked the most powerfully.

Remembering that he hadn't slipped away from Arthur for a long time, Edward couldn't help walking over quickly.

Sure enough, that kid Arthur grinned, showing his snow-white front teeth, sticking out his tongue, with a naive face, yelling indistinctly.

After seeing Edward approaching, Arthur screamed even more joyously, drooling on the ground, without any demeanor of a king.

Opening the railing, Edward led Arthur out, and Arthur jumped back happily, pushing the big horse's head straight into Edward's arms.

"Okay! I know you miss me, you are already a big boy, I can't do anything to you!"

Seeing Arthur begging for a hug, Edward looked helpless. Arthur was only a little taller than Edward when he was a child.

Two years later, Arthur has reached the youth of the horse, with a height of about five feet (1.5 meters) at the shoulder, and it is difficult for Edward to ride it. Shall I tell you that Edward is only 1.4 meters now?

With Lucy's support, Edward rode on Arthur and walked slowly towards little Mary.

I saw little Mary holding up the feed and feeding it to the red foal in front of her mouthful. When she was accidentally licked by the foal's tongue, she laughed happily.

Arthur, who was under Edward, suddenly became excited, breathing hot air, and rubbing his front feet on the ground from time to time.

"Hey! She's just a one-year-old girl, you can do whatever you want, I don't want to live!"

Seeing Arthur's appearance, Edward couldn't know what it was thinking, so he slapped it on the head without saying a word and taught him a lesson.

"Come on, I haven't taken you for a few days, let you have a good time today!"

Instead of looking at Arthur's grievance, Edward said into its ear.

"In a few days, I will help you find some beautiful young and strong mares, so that you will be happy!"

After saying this, Arthur immediately became alive and started running with his ponytail flicked.

Edward enjoyed this feeling of driving. Some cold January winds blew across his face, but the grass had already grown on the ground. Arthur stepped on puddles from time to time, swaying around. This feeling was very refreshing.

Close your eyes and enjoy the peace. Suddenly, Edward heard the sound of two horses running, and doubts arose in his heart.

"Edward! Edward! I'm back!" Edward suddenly opened his eyes, and he heard the voice of his sister Elizabeth.

Edward looked for the sound, and sure enough, not far away, two knights in women's clothes ran over on horseback.

One of them is in the prime of his youth, with a girlish face, wearing a red coat, and his chest is bulging heavily, like two small watermelons. It was Elizabeth, who was four years older than him.

The other was in his twenties, with a calm expression on his face. He was tightly wrapped in a purple coat. His two long legs were very conspicuous. The watermelon on his chest was one size larger than Elizabeth's, making him a medium size.

She is Edward's eldest sister, Princess Mary who is eleven years older than Edward.

The two went to the monastery to practice some time ago, and they just came back now.