As far as the eye can see, a meadow of more than a thousand acres lies on the north bank of the Thames. The Thames, untouched by industry, is still clear and cold, with the smoothness and fineness that characterizes the rivers of the island. Of course, this is in contrast to China, but for those who have seen the Yangtze, this is the river.
For Smith, who lives in London, this is the big river, the biggest he's seen since he walked out of Buckinghamshire, and even though he's seen it countless times, Smith is still in awe of it.
Huh! Wait a minute, how is it that His Royal Highness Prince Edward does not look the least bit surprised? Has he already seen the great Thames? But didn't His Majesty the King never let the Prince come beside the Thames for fear of his safety! I'm not exactly on the river this time. It's miles away! Never mind. Maybe he's sneaked out!
Edward hadn't realized that some of his expressions had given Smith such great associations, and that he was thinking about how to protect this draught river for Londoners in the future.
The Meadow is only five miles from Hampton Court Palace, very close, which is why Henry VIII banned the Edwardian riverside. A mile can be converted into kilometers, and five miles is eight kilometers.
Five miles was nothing for Smith, but for Edward and Elizabeth it was very difficult to walk.
So Smith rode with Edward before them, but he loved his big black horse named 'Iron Shield' so much that he couldn't even ride it normally, more than his baby son.
Forced to ride it today, Baron Smith's heart fluttered for fear that a stone on the side of the road might damage the horse's hooves.
As for why Baron Smith loved the big black horse called Shield so much? Edward heard rumors that this black horse helped Baron Smith fend off an arrow in battle and saved his life. So, at that time, Knight Smith thought it was God's will, and Shield became God's messenger. After spending all his savings, and I don't know if it was God's blessing, this black horse was saved. So the horse, which was up to a year old, was ridden by Smith leading to the pasture.
Edward and Elizabeth rode their respective horses and ran towards the pasture. Edward's Arthur was white, and Elizabeth's horse was brownish red, and at a glance, it was clear that he was a nobleman's son, so some serfs and homesteaders along the roadside hastened to get out of the way, fearing deeply that they would be injured by mistake.
In these late medieval times, being wronged by a nobleman didn't even come out to cry foul.
Once a commoner college student now feels a handful of what it means to be a privileged class.
Although he disliked this kind of behavior from the bottom of his heart, but he was asked to apologize to those serfs and poor people, Edward said, I can't do it!
Edward didn't realize that after five years of aristocratic education, his thinking had unconsciously turned towards the aristocratic class, this is where the butt determines the head, right?
Although Edward still retains the previously accepted idea that all men are equal, in this late medieval period, trying to realize equality for all men is a laughable conceit.
There is always a dream to chase in life. So, Edward rode on his horse and thought about how his body could become like that of an average person, ready to spur his horse and run in this kingdom of his own.
"Elizabeth! What is your dream?" Edward asked, twisting his head toward his sister. "Ah..! A dream, in that case let me think again!" Elizabeth dully bowed her head, her eyes darting around.
Edward looked at Lori on her horse with amusement, the long white dress made Elizabeth's face even more flushed and lovely.
Thirteen year old Elizabeth was in the youthful years of her life, in ancient Chinese terms Doukou Nian, and sat on her horse a head's length above Edward, which made Edward's neck sore.
Time just after half an hour, Edward's inner thighs suddenly feel a kind of hot emotions spread out, Arthur from time to time shaking a little, this feeling is very sour, how is a word ah!
Just when Edward was very embarrassed, the clear sky suddenly turned cloudy, and a dark cloud hurried in as if to do something unspeakable.
"Whew!" Edward stole a sigh of relief and immediately sat up again, saying in an anxious tone, "Uncle Smith, look at the weather it's going to rain! Let's ride back quickly!"
Smith looked up at the dark clouds overhead and said in a slightly joyful tone "En! Your Highness, you and Her Highness hurry back, I'll take the rear."
"Okay! You heart it!" Edward then asked down to Elizabeth who was looking down and thinking about her dreams, "Elizabeth! Let's go back!"
"Oh!" Elizabeth responded without walking, "What? I haven't had enough fun!" Elizabeth's response was instantly regrettable.
A thirteen year old girl is the time to be lively and restless, it's not easy to come out and ride a horse for a while, how can she leave so easily.
"Why don't we race back on horseback, and if I get to Hampton Court first, you'll ask Father to intercede so that I don't have to learn my manners from the Sisters today!" Elizabeth switched can a tactic.
Because Edward was favored by Henry VIII, Edward was never scolded by Henry VIII, so he was the one to take the blame for some of the troubles, and basically everything he begged for could be passed, who told him to be the only male heir of the entire Tudor royal family?
"Okay! But just this once, it won't happen again!" Edward agreed after some thought.
"Uh, yes!" Elizabeth responded with a joyful smile.
Although Edward could ask Henry VIII to do many things, he cherished such opportunities. Because he knew that Henry VIII was too busy for the Reformation, and his health was not good recently, he did not dare to bother him for some things.
It was obvious that Elizabeth disliked Sister Mary, who had taught her noble manners, and Edward winced at the thought of Sister Mary.
Sister Mary was a nun at Prior Abbey in London, a convent to which the Tudor crown regularly donated gold coins, and so sent Mary Grey, who had the best liturgy, to come and teach Princess Elizabeth etiquette.
Marigray, a baron's daughter, had been sent to a convent since.
I don't know if he's been hurt by something or not, but he's been cold all day. Close to 5'7" tall, with a tall nose, dark blue eyes, and chiseled cheeks flushed with gray. Sharp eyes that seem to be able to read your soul, and hands with veins popping out, proving that its owner is quite old.
Shaking his head seemed to wrestle the figure out of his brain. During Edward's recollection, Elizabeth took advantage of his inattention to step forward, and when he came back to his senses, all he could hear was Elizabeth's laughter while the person had long since disappeared.
Edward laughed bitterly, shook his head, raised his riding crop, and flung it hard into the air.
Arthur, as if he understood Edward's meaning, took a step to catch up.