Chapter 447 Brittany got it
Good news came from both Brittany and Normandy, which made the entire cabinet rejoice, and there was also a happy factor in the palace.
Our Majesty the King is not in the palace, but is traveling in a carriage to the outskirts of London.
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, summer seemed to have turned into spring, mild and pleasant, which made people feel very comfortable.
Sitting on the carriage, the soft goose down cushion made Edward's buttocks seem to be landing 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.
That is to say, 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, artists in England carved all kinds of myths and legends. Among them, the one occupying the middle position is not a portrait story 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, the patron saint of the British Isles.
The Romans set England and Wales as the province of Britannia, and the area north of Hadrian's Great Wall was called Caledonia by the Romans.
As the patron 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 the split of the United Kingdom is very slim.
So, 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 the King likes, as well as 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 territory of fruits and snacks again.
Shortbread, wine, apples, grapes, and bananas were neatly arranged, waiting for the favor of His Majesty the King.
Beside the desk, there are two young and beautiful maids sitting kneeling, their clothes showing sideways, full of youth, making them lovable.
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 accept them. Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of their nests, and people around them still have to pay attention to their appearance. Except for Emma, he never touched the maid again.
The second point, as a king, seeing too many beautiful girls, it is inevitable that there will be aesthetic fatigue. Even if the heart is tempted for a while, it will be tasteless in the future, and it is inevitable to abandon it.
Edward didn't think he was that kind of person, but a man's instinct 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 take advantage of it, and let the rest be left alone.
Speaking of handmaidens, the Edwardian period was 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 court will no longer be a sieve for leaks 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.
Using an old Chinese saying, if the ruler does not keep secrets, he will lose his ministers; if his ministers do not keep secrets, he will lose his body.
Historically, Louis XVI of France in the 18th century, the unlucky guy who went to the guillotine, did not keep secrets, so no matter what he and the queen did, it would 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. 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 aristocrats left the palace, and the palace became the royal family's private land again, which greatly contributed to the authority of the king.
This also brought another consequence, the court maids were fawned on by nobles and officials.
The nobles left the court and could not obtain information from His Majesty the King, so 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.
Rubbed his eyes, stuck his head out of the window, glanced at the wide national road and the flow of people, and then lay down.
The pretty maid beside her had a blush on her face, and 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 cleaned up his desk and cushion.
After an unknown amount of time, Edward was woken up in a daze.
Opening 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 after 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 it is impossible for any riots to erupt.
The maid obediently left the carriage and brought in the letter, only to see that the cabinet stamp was still on the cover.
I took it apart without any scruples, and there were about a hundred words, the content was very brief, and there was only one sentence in summary: Brittany has been captured!
"Very good! Great!" Edward couldn't help but be overjoyed, and shouted loudly, 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, the panting 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 once a day. I hope everyone understands
(end of this chapter)