Prime Minister Benjamin in Xiao Letian's mouth is now riding a pure black Arabian horse on a meadow in the western suburbs of London, gray smoke drifts from the West End of London, and there is a faint pungent smell in his nostrils.

The attendants followed more than 30 meters behind the Prime Minister, and no one dared to approach it, because it was the time for the Führer to meet the distinguished guests.

Alongside Benjamin is the queen's eldest son, that is, the future crown prince of the United Kingdom, Edward, the crown prince who is nearly thirty years old is the most energetic age, and the war horse under the crotch feels the impulse of the master, and he is vigorously spreading joy on the grass.

It may be that the exhaust fumes in the factories in London's West End are really choking, and the precious horses are always sneezing vigorously, and the rhythm of running is never perfect.

"Don't play, don't play! It's so boring, how did you think of riding a horse here, my purebred Arabian horse has cost a high price of 50,000 pounds, and I have to be smoked when I turn around......" After saying that, the crown prince jumped off his horse, holding the reins with his right hand, and soothing the horse's neck with his left hand.

"I'll take you back to my estate in Scotland for horseback riding, where the idyllic scenery is absolutely superb, and there are very authentic stouts and nice pub ......"

"Galloping with a beautiful girl and fighting a field battle under the canopy of the Yinyin tree is really the best enjoyment in the world...... Look here, the girls in the whole West End have a smell of soot and rust, and their skin is rough!"

Benjamin sighed and jumped off the warhorse, the crown prince in front of him was a little wrong, lustful and playful.

It has always been rumored in the aristocratic circles of London that the king fell ill and died of typhoid fever, in fact, because he knew that the crown prince was a star in college, and in order to persuade him to travel hundreds of miles and finally catch a cold and get sick.

Therefore, the queen has not forgiven this son so far, and has never allowed him to come into contact with important state affairs, and only some diplomatic activities that require a lot of travel have allowed this son to come forward.

But Edward did not change at all, and the English people alone recognized him as having three mistresses, and as for the secret mistresses, there were countless ones.

Benjamin has a good personal relationship with the crown prince, and he can still persuade him on this occasion, "My prince, don't go on any more, the empire needs you to deal with more government affairs, and it also needs your strength!"

"Hi...... Dear Prime Minister, with your efforts, nothing can happen to the British Empire, and if you don't know how to enjoy such a glorious and prosperous world, wouldn't it be a waste of youth?"

"To put it mildly, I will never see the decline of the British Empire in my life, not even the generation of my grandchildren and great-grandchildren......!

The indifferent crown prince roared, and the attendants behind him were tied to many iron cages on horseback, which were filled with hares caught from other places, and when he heard the crown prince's order, he immediately untied one of the cages, and the two hares rushed into the field with a whoosh.

There was a crisp snap, the crown prince made a move like lightning, and the prime minister only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and Prince Edward had already taken off the shotgun on horseback, and he didn't need to raise his hand to knock down a hare.

"Good marksmanship...... Benjamin cheered loudly.

"Don't be stunned...... My Führer, shoot quickly, I have left you a ......."

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"Hey...... You're so sorry for me, I'm good at writing, not hunting!" said Benjamin regretfully.

The crown prince waved his hand indifferently, "Forget it, forget it, you are really, you obviously don't like to ride horses and hunt, why did you call me here? It's not bad to find a place to drink some wine...... This damn West End, there is smoke and dust everywhere, even the rabbits and foxes have been smoked away, and I didn't get a whole car of harvest when I was hunting in the countryside?"

"It's a pity that you have to prepare hares in advance here, it's really disappointing......"

Benjamin definitely brought the crown prince here for a purpose, how could he not know the crown prince's hobbies? Listening to the crown prince's whining words, the prime minister smiled faintly.

"Edward...... Do you think it's bad here?"

"Of course, the pollution is so bad, the grass and trees are gray, the river stenchs, and there are no small animals left in the field, what's the good ......?" he said, pointing at the layers of chimneys in the distance with his horsewhip and shaking his head.

Britain in this era is not what it is in the 21st century, and the most polluting industries such as steel, coal, and chemicals are still the lifeblood of a country's high-tech industries.

The 19th and 22th centuries in London, England, were almost the most polluted period in history, and the photographs and prints from that period record the spectacular scene of the factory.

As far as the eye can see, the entire industrial area is full of chimneys, coal is the basic power of all industrial activities, and the smoke of burning coal billows into the sky, mixed with the clouds, and turns into a gray fog that envelops the city.

The main color of the whole of Britain is gray and black, and some French people once joked that the swans in Northern Europe have become black ugly ducklings when they arrive in London.

Benjamin sighed, "Yes, such a view is indeed not beautiful, but this is just the idea of ordinary memorials, as an imperial controller like you, you must not have such thoughts!"

"In your eyes, there is only gray and black pollution, but in my eyes, all this is power! This is the beauty of power full of steam, this is the confidence of our control of the world!"

"We in Britain are just a small island country outside the European continent, with poor resources and a sparse population! What is it that has made us where we are today? Not the power of industry!"

"Industry, industry, industry! What is industry? Industry is the productive forces! And the productive forces are the source of all the competition between countries!"

"Whether it is a cold war or a hot war, is it not all kinds of materials and industrial products that are consumed in the end? In the final analysis, we still have to fight who has the largest production volume, the most economical, and the highest efficiency!"

"You say it's the heyday of the British Empire, of course I admit it, but I have to remind the Crown Prince that Britain is strong because of what is in front of you, not on the idyllic scenery you like......"

Benjamin is much older than the crown prince, and the British royal family does not have the strict hierarchical relationship between the upper and lower levels of the Qing Dynasty, so it is not a big rebellion to say that the prime minister educates the crown prince.

Even if Edward doesn't like to listen, he has to listen with his ears pricked up, because this is the prime minister imparting the know-how of governance.

"Well, my dear teacher, you must have something to teach me, otherwise you would not have deliberately looked for such a place to hunt......"

"Yes, my crown prince, you can't play like this anymore, our empire has already encountered a very strong opponent, if you don't prepare in advance...... I'm afraid you'll never see such a spectacular pollution scene again!"

"Do you really hope that the status of the world's number one power will change hands!"