My British Empire

There was good news from both Brittany and Normandy, which rejoiced throughout the Cabinet, and there was cheer in the palace.

But our Majesty the King is not in the palace, but is heading for the suburbs of London in a carriage.

The morning glow in the sky flooded with patches of blush, soaking the entire sky, making the sun's sense of existence weakened a lot, and the breeze was blowing, and summer seemed to have turned into spring, which was gentle and pleasant, making people very comfortable.

Sitting on the carriage, the soft goose down cushion made Edward's buttocks feel as if they had landed on the clouds, without feeling tired or uncomfortable.

The carriage is very large and closed. The most impressive thing is that the huge cushion occupies nearly three quarters of the area.

In other words, Edward can sit or lie down without restraint.

In the middle, there is a small round table with an area of ​​about one square meter. The paint is dyed light yellow, and a whole piece of round transparent glass is inlaid on the surface of the round table.

Under the glass, English artists carved all kinds of myths and legends. Among them, the one in the middle is not a picture of God and his son, but a woman.

One wears an ancient Roman centurion helmet and a white ancient Roman toga, sitting on a throne on a rock, holding a spear and a shield, and looks like a king.

This is the goddess Britannia, patron saint of the British Isles.

The Romans set England and Wales as the province of Britannia, and the area north of Hadrian's Wall was called Caledonia by the Romans.

As a patroness goddess, she naturally won the favor of the British, especially the English. Therefore, at Edward's request, the British goddess appeared in his carriage.

As a united kingdom, one faith (Anglican), one king, one weights and measures, is not enough to unite everyone.

Only if these places have endlessly involved common genes, then the possibility of splitting the United Kingdom is very slim.

Therefore, the patroness of Britannia is another common gene condensed by His Majesty Edward on the basis of tradition.

On the desk, there are books that His Majesty likes and the memorials drafted by the cabinet. The snow-white paper is loaded with countless words, piled up into two hills, occupying half of the desk.

The other half belongs to the fruit and snacks again.

Shortbread, wine, apples, grapes, and bananas were neatly arranged, waiting for His Majesty's favor.

Beside the desk, there are two young and beautiful maids sitting on their knees, their clothes reveal their sides, full of youth and love.

Swinging seductive poses from time to time, exuding the unique body fragrance of young girls, pure, tempting the energetic heart of the young king.

But Edward didn't take them in. Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of the nest, and people around them should pay attention to their appearance. Except for Emma, ​​he never touched the maid again.

The second point is that as a king, seeing too many beautiful girls will inevitably lead to aesthetic fatigue. Even if he is tempted for a while, he will be tasteless in the future, and abandonment is inevitable.

And Edward didn't think he was that kind of person, but the instinct of a man was like this. In order to avoid this kind of situation, the best way is to be restrained.

Just treat them as vases, usually seductive and seductive, take advantage of it, and let the rest be left alone.

When it comes to handmaidens, the Edwardian period is very different from the previous era.

First of all, some departments of the palace are no longer managed by noble ladies, but are specially selected from the orphan camp.

In this way, the palace will no longer be a sieve for air leakage as it used to be, and many information will no longer be disclosed, and the secrecy will be enhanced.

It is no longer like in the past, when the king has any embarrassing things, he becomes the focus of heated discussions among London citizens, protecting the king's authority.

After being the king for so many years, Edward concluded that maintaining a moderate sense of mystery is a favorable condition for maintaining the supremacy of the king.

To use an old Chinese saying, if the ruler does not keep secrets, he will lose his ministers; if the ministers do not keep secrets, he will lose his integrity.

Historically, Louis XVI of France in the 18th century, the unlucky guy who went to the guillotine, failed to keep secrets, so no matter what he and the queen did, it would be spread to Paris, and then spread throughout France.

For example, Louis XVI liked making locks more than governing, and often made all kinds of locks.

Now, it spread outside the palace, and the majesty of the king was completely lost.

The majesty of the royal family was completely lost, and those nobles who knew the king made traps step by step to lure him into it, and finally the family became ghosts under the knife.

The nobles left the court and made the court the royal family's private land again, which greatly contributed to the authority of the king.

This had an additional consequence, the maids of court were fawned upon by nobles and officials.

After the nobles left the court and could not obtain information from His Majesty the King, they could only turn to the maids in the palace to obtain the information they needed.

But as long as it is well prevented and has the right to dispose of the maid, the sequelae are very simple.

Thinking of these from the two maids, Edward couldn't help shaking his head, feeling a little funny.

This way of enjoying myself is really boring!

The warm wind blowing on his face made Edward feel a little drowsy.

Rubbing his eyes, he stuck his head out of the window, glanced at the wide national road and the flow of people, and then lay down.

And the pretty maid beside her had a blush on her face, she gently placed Edward's head on her slender and plump thigh, her hands felt like massaging the king's shoulders.

The other took out a blanket, covered Edward's body, and tidied up his desk and cushion.

After an unknown amount of time, Edward was woken up in a daze.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pretty girl gently shaking his arm, and the other whispered softly.

"Your Majesty — Your Majesty —"

"What's wrong?" Edward opened his mouth and asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"There is a messenger outside the car asking to see you!" the maid said softly.

"Messenger? Bring the letter in!" Edward thought for a while. The most important thing at present is the war in France. The kingdom is already at peace, and there is no possibility of any riots breaking out.

The maid obediently left the carriage and brought in the letter, only to see that the cabinet's seal was stamped on the cover.

I took it apart without any scruples, and found about a hundred words, the content was very brief, and there was only one sentence in the summary: Brittany has been captured!

"Very good! Great!" Edward couldn't help but shouted with joy, which surprised the two maids. What news made the king so happy?

"Go, bring a bottle of wine and give it to the messenger!" Edward stared at the letter, looked at it repeatedly, and then ordered.

Then, out of breath, the messenger suddenly felt lucky, God bless.

Sending a letter was actually rewarded by His Majesty the King.

This book is in the late stage, and I have also started to prepare a new book, so I can only update it every day, I hope everyone understands