My British Empire

  Chapter 1 Comes to England

   "1546, October 18th, the weather was cloudy and rainy. It's almost the fifth year, and the weather here is still so unbearable. I'm already nine years old, my God! How many more years will it take for me to grow up!"

  Zhang Zhe wrote the diary viciously with his white and tender little hands. The little finger exhausted all his strength, and the slender quill was too difficult to grasp. It was very difficult for a child like him.

  The slender fonts on the paper are sorted from left to right. A type of script that is very different from the Latin alphabet that is popular today is spread on the paper. It is neither English nor French as prescribed by England.

   "Your Highness, it's time for lunch!" A young woman dressed in a maid's attire rushed over with small steps, panting slightly. "Well, I see!" Zhang Zhe reluctantly agreed. As we all know, British cuisine is notoriously unpalatable in the world. Even as a prince, the food is not much better!

   Zhang Zhe closed the diary and hid it under the pillow. This is also a kind of deception! Jumping off the bed, Zhang Zhe followed the maid to the restaurant with short legs.

  Passing through a long corridor, the ground is covered with a mahogany floor, and the walls on both sides are covered with portraits of people, each of whom is mighty and extraordinary. Of course, God, the old man and his son are also on it, looking extraordinarily kind and pleasing to the eye.

  After five years, Zhang Zhe has watched it countless times, and he is tired of looking at God. Now he is tired of looking at God. Ignoring the salutations of the maids on both sides, I walked towards the restaurant.

"Squeak!" The maid pushed open the door, only to see a middle-aged man dressed in a large number of gold ornaments, sitting on the right seat of the long table with his belly upright, staring at Zhang Zhe who came in, with a majestic face immediately The smile broke.

   "Edward! Come on, today I have your favorite roast lamb, made according to the method you said!"

  Who would have thought that His Majesty the king, who is so majestic outside, would have such a side.

  But Zhang Zhe is used to it, uh! To be exact, Edward got used to it, who told him that he was the only male heir of the entire Tudor royal family, and also the youngest heir of Henry VIII's old age, at the age of forty-six.

   Sitting on the other side was Edward's stepmother, Henry VIII's sixth queen, Catherine Parr.

  The queen was sitting upright, and when she saw Edward, she smiled at him, "Edward! Sit down, it's time to start!" Catherine has no children so far, so she has always been kind to Edward.

  Henry VIII was born in 1491, the second king of the Tudor dynasty, and the Lord of Ireland.

   Only in 1537 did he have a male heir, who was a baby. He was named the Duke of Cornwall and the Earl of Chester shortly after Edward was born (the Prince of Wales was Princess Mary at the time).

   And let his two daughters act as nannies to take good care of him, from which it can be seen that he is definitely a patriarchal king.

  However, Edward said he liked it.

  Edward sat next to His Majesty the King, dining with the royal etiquette meticulously. Even though he was favored by the king, he did not dare to break the rules, because there was a fat woman next to him staring at him.

  The fat woman is the maid of his mother Jane Seymour, and now the chief maid of the royal family. Her name is Anna Swell, a very strict old woman who grew up watching his mother and Edward.

  Edward got a headache when he saw her, but he couldn't have an attack, so he could only draw a circle and curse her for being constipated.

  There are several plates of roast goose and a pot of roast lamb on the long dining table, exuding a yellow and seductive atmosphere. This was also a rare enjoyment for the nobles in the Middle Ages. After all, the popular food method at that time was nothing more than stewing in a large pot with various spices.

   Barbecue is also grilled directly, which is a test of the chef's cooking skills. The average nobleman cannot enjoy this dish.

   Fortunately, being a chef owned by the English royal family is very good. Within a few days after listening to Edward's explanation, the roast lamb is almost done. So the whole royal family liked this dish, and it was served every few days, and Edward almost vomited.

   Fortunately, after the religious reform, the royal family of England confiscated a large amount of church property, and their income was very rich. Eating some lamb was nothing. Compared with the hard-working French royal family, it's not bad.

   After lunch, when we were saying goodbye as usual, Princess Elizabeth, who was sitting upright as a lady, asked suddenly.

   "Edward! How is your riding practice recently?"

   "It's not bad! You can already run on horseback."

   "Oh! Let me check it!" Because Edward was in poor health since he was a child, Zhang Zhe began to practice riding to exercise himself when he first traveled through time.

  After five years of hard practice, I finally changed from a sick sprout that got sick after walking a few steps to a sprout that can run freely.

  It may be due to the inherent disease attribute. From birth to now, Edward has had a small illness every three days and a serious illness every five days.

  The ambitious Edward has been exercising regularly, and he has lived strong until now.

  Henry VIII's patriarchal patriarchy was very serious. Edward could do whatever he wanted, but Elizabeth was always required to learn the etiquette of ladies, and even her favorite horse riding was not allowed to play often.

  So, the important task of testing Edward's riding skills became Elizabeth's happy time. Princess Mary on the other side seemed to have not heard it, and she still drank the turbid soup without making a sound, showing her ladylike demeanor.

  Henry VIII nodded slightly, and Princess Elizabeth saluted immediately, followed Edward slowly out of the dining room, her gentle footsteps could not conceal Elizabeth's joyful mood. As soon as the door of the gorgeous restaurant was closed, Princess Elizabeth jumped forward and switched positions.

  Edward shook his head helplessly, with a disappointed expression. Her Royal Highness, who was always paying attention to Edward, frowned, immediately turned around, stood in front of Edward, and squatted down.

   "Hey! Edward, do you have a problem with me?" Seeing that his sister's tone couldn't be truthful, Edward hurriedly changed the subject.

   "Sister! Your riding skills can now be compared with knights!" Hearing about his favorite riding skills, he immediately forgot to criticize Edward, and he couldn't help saying proudly.

   "That's right! Ordinary knights are no match for me, and Uncle Hughes praised me!" Uncle Hughes is the head of the royal family's bodyguard, and he also taught Edward's riding skills.

  Hughes Smith, the second son of a baron, stood out in a riot against border nobles. He killed three knights in a row and captured a viscount, so Henry VIII was named a court baron and owned three manors, which is not bad, compared to ordinary wandering knights.

   This is the first time I write a book, the writing style is immature, please forgive me!

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