Words When Grenville left, the whole Windsor Manor was quiet again, and everyone on the estate was happy and busy in their own way.
Our Princess Elizabeth, on the other hand, looked particularly listless in this early summer season, and was seen sitting at the foot of a large root without the slightest trace of ladylike bearing, her long white and green dress dragging on the dirt, her legs bent up, her arms resting on her knees, her beautiful head again pressed obliquely on her elbows, and her eyes gazing up at the sky with a listless, dazed look.
Dull eyes, tender and delicate nose, white and red ears, coupled with the beginning of the buds, and a pair of thick and thin just the right length of the legs, a free of charge a dull and cute loli ah, if you let the twenty-first century the group of beasts of the people to see it, will not be abusive to death them ah!
No, we can't go on like this. Isn't a young girl in her youthful years? She should be lively, or else her development will be easily affected! Yuck! It should be affecting physical health! Edward noticed Elizabeth's depressed mood and couldn't help but worry for her in his heart.
As a younger brother, he felt obligated to cheer Elizabeth up.
But what to use to make Elizabeth happy? This question was well worth making Edward think about, without him having any comedic talent or a humor cell, or he wouldn't have gone to college without a girlfriend.
Huh! Wasn't the Renaissance popular at this time! History books recorded that a buddy who could write poetry even became one of the three masters of the Renaissance, so it can be seen that poetry at this time was still quite popular among all social classes at that time, especially the aristocrat sister like Elizabeth, who had not yet been exposed to the society, would surely like poetry.
Thinking of such a brilliant idea at once, Edward couldn't help but praise himself in his mind, but what poem to read aloud? Ancient Chinese poems are not suitable, and I don't remember a few modern poems, so what should I do?
Edward had just solved one problem, and then another one popped up right after it, and it made Edward's head spin!
Huh! Isn't poetry poetry a combination of poetry and song! Poetry in one is not separate ah! If I can't do it, let's do a song, then I'm too much!
"How sweet is the time, the time, that creeps by, leaving a moving secret! How beautiful! The heart rejoices infinitely! ..." Edward came quietly to Elizabeth's side, and read aloud to himself as if he did not see Elizabeth.
Of course, you can't just copy everything regardless, you have to borrow it, modify it, and then it becomes Edward's original!
What? Plagiarism? No! No! No! How can you call what the readers do plagiarizing? We call it borrowing.
"Huh! Why is there someone reading poetry next to me? Who doesn't want to live, how dare they disturb me!" A hint of doubt flooded Elizabeth's heart, and for this kind of behavior that disturbed her, Elizabeth was ready for a hundred ways to torture him.
Since Princess Elizabeth has grown more and more watery and beautiful, there are countless suitors who come to offer their services every day, and Her Highness tries to torment these obnoxious followers in every way possible in order to drive them away.
For example, digging pits on the road they follow, putting snakes with their teeth pulled out above their heads, and other various tricks to make them back off. Facts have proved that this method is very effective, less than half a year, the courtesies of the noble boys all disappeared, Elizabeth alone free and easy to play.
But the consequences of this are also obvious, the whole of England has spread the rumor that Princess Elizabeth is unruly and capricious, and the fathers of the teenagers often complain to Henry VIII, even after Edward's intercession, Elizabeth is still not free from the punishment of being detained. And also more strict customized rules for her.
Elizabeth was just about to lecture this uninformed fellow when she suddenly felt that it was her brother Edward's voice. So, she patiently sat down and listened attentively to Edward's recitation.
Gradually Princess Elizabeth felt that the poem Edward read aloud had a lot of modified vocabulary, and appeared to be extraordinarily beautiful and melodious, which was simply the difference between an adult and a baby compared to the current poem.
By the time Edward finished reading the poem, whose title he had forgotten, Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth was completely absorbed in the poem and could not stop herself, with an expression of enjoyment.
Seeing Elizabeth overwhelmed by her own talent, a sense of pride welled up in Edward's heart, don't compare your knowledge with a traveler.
After seeing Elizabeth's confusion-filled expression change, Edward silently walked away to give her some time to slow down.
Edward could be sure that this invisible process of pretending was not a disgrace to the travelers or to the Chinese people.
Edward went back to the wheat fields and watched as the serf women fertilized the rye and barley while the young, strong serfs went back and forth between the fields and the outhouses, picking up the farmyard manure for the women to water with flattened burdens made under Edward's direction.
At first the serfs came to a campaign of non-cooperation to resist this policy, but under the positive and negative strokes of Howard's steward's horsewhip, the serfs yielded.
And Edward, in order not to discourage the serfs, announced that this season's harvest of rye would only be sold, giving them stale grain from the year before. That's how the scene of busy farming that Edward saw came about.
Edward was very satisfied that his orders were carried out, commanding an estate filled himself with a sense of fulfillment, so what kind of feelings would commanding a country possess? Edward could not help but think freely. In his heart, the desire to seize power after two years was strengthened again.
"Your Majesty the King! Your bannermen know that you are roaming around the manor, and the neighboring bannermen have rushed to come and see you!" Butler Howard interrupted Edward's unrestrained thoughts and blocked Edward's expletives that had reached his throat with an explanation.
This reason is very powerful. Because in the Middle Ages, the number of vassals determines the amount of your strength, and how to deal with the relationship between vassals and yourself is also a mandatory course for medieval lords.
Even in England, where the Crown is already so powerful that it doesn't need the support of vassals to be strong in the crown, they are the only ones worthy of the Tudor Crown's trust. Ordinary nobles could not be truly trusted by the crown.
Against ordinary nobles, the king needed a very complicated procedure to plan, while against vassals only needed a decent reason to confiscate their lands and fiefs, leaving them unable to live or die.
So Edward went back to his room and asked Lucy to change herself into a gorgeous set of clothes, wearing ordinary regular clothes to receive them words, this is not able to give them a feeling that the king attaches great importance to them.
Edward, led by Howard's butler, came outside the parlors, and the Lord Butler, seeing an opportunity to advance, stood in the doorway, and shouted to the inside
"By the grace of God, His Majesty Edward VI, King of England, France, and Ireland, Lord of Wales, Keeper of the Faith, and Head of the Church in England and Ireland, has arrived!"