Chapter 8 Champion, don't rob me
Everyone watched Elizabeth ride one of the fiercest thoroughbred horses into a nearby grove, Catherine saw this and told Thomas to hurry up and rescue her, just as Thomas was about to ride his "Natasha" to chase the runaway pure-blooded black horse, a black figure had already ridden the thoroughbred horse slowly out of the emerald green grove. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
She actually tamed the wildest thoroughbred? Not only Thomas, but even the other barons and ladies present began to look at this unfavored princess!
Elizabeth was the second daughter of the previous king, Henry VIII, and when she was three years old, her mother, Ann Boleyn, was convicted of adultery and guillotined by her cruel father, and at the age of three she went from a dignified princess to an illegitimate daughter, and then sent to live in the church, which, according to the nuns of the church at the time, did not even have a decent dress for the Chinese New Year, let alone be fed and warmly dressed.
Later, Henry's last wife, seeing poor Elizabeth, took her back to the White House and taught her etiquette, making her a lady like the other girls.
However, now King Edward is seriously ill, Elizabeth is not the first heir, above her, there is Henry's eldest daughter, Mary, if Edward dies of illness, then the next king is likely to fall on Mary's head, then Elizabeth's situation will be even more embarrassing.
The nobles in the palace had long known about this matter, so those who were more intelligent chose to side with Princess Mary, and of course they were even more resistant to Elizabeth.
However, when they saw the princess, who had always been weak and gentle, actually riding a fiery horse into the crowd, the black skirt fluttering in the wind, the golden sunlight pouring on her body, reflecting the confident and brave smile on her face, for a moment, they seemed to see the future Queen of England.
Hanno rode his horse to Queen Catherine's side, turned over and dismounted, and gave her a big hug.
Catherine saw her standing in front of her intact, and her hanging heart fell.
"Elizabeth, do you know how dangerous it was just now? God willing, thankfully you're okay! ”
"Don't worry, Queen, haven't I come back well? Look at ......" Hanno brought his freshly tamed Amara to Catherine and said proudly, "I'll use it to compete today!" ”
"The horses are the lead singers of the men, you just have to ride after them, and the most important thing is to get the attention of some forgotten dukes and counts, so that they fall under your pomegranate skirt......"
Queen Catherine became more and more energetic, and Hanno became more and more headache when she listened, but fortunately the horse keeper at the racecourse came and told him to register the horse and his name first, and the race would start fifteen minutes later, so that he could feed his horse first, so that he could have more strength to win the race.
The chief judge of this horse race was the Pope's deputy, Vice-Pope Livis, with a golden spectacle on the bridge of his nose, different from Canaan's indifferent temperament, Levis was an extremely humorous and witty person, he chatted with the assistants on both sides, while sorting out the information that had just been submitted, looking at them one by one, when he saw Elizabeth's information, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised an interesting arc, "It's really interesting!" ”
"Vice Professor, what's wrong?"
The juror next to him was his cronies, and when he suddenly saw this interesting expression on Revis's face, he naturally wouldn't let it go.
Instead of answering his words, Reviis took Elizabeth's file to him, and he picked it up, and in the name of the race, he saw a scribbled signature, "Pounds?" This, this, this...... How could Her Royal Highness, the erudite princess, name her beloved horse Pound sterling? It's so cheesy and money-worshipping......"
Reviis was not as surprised as him, but smiled with interest: "Don't you think this princess is very interesting?" ”
He looked at Elizabeth, who was in a black dress and red hair at the racecourse, and said to himself, "Maybe......"
Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and at this time, the young lads and ladies were dressed in silver-white armor, riding on their horses, ready to go.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you have to be safe in a moment, and I will meet you at the finish line."
"Baron Roland speaks so funny, don't forget the French parasol that you bought us when you win the game."
"How dare I forget the request of the young ladies?"
“……”
This is called Roland, listening to his tone, it seems that he is determined to win, but today with him Han Nuo, it is not so easy to win!
As soon as the guns rang out, everyone rode their horses and galloped forward, although Roland was arrogant, but his riding and archery skills were really not covered, and in a short time, he had already distanced himself from the army, and behind the golden spike was Thomas, a veteran of the battlefield, and when he passed by Elizabeth, he whispered to her: "Princess, when I am victorious, I will give you all the prize money I have obtained." ”
Thomas was a mature old man, and he could see that young Elizabeth was hungry for rewards, and in order to win her heart, he naturally wanted to do what he liked.
Han Nuo felt disgusted in his heart, Nima's don't look at him with that disgusting look, as soon as he pulled the reins, Pound felt the instructions of his master's master, kicked his legs, and galloped after him like the wind.
The other aristocratic women who did not participate in the competition sat on the lookout, shaking beautiful feather fans, talking about who would win today.
"I think it should be Baron Roland, he is a paladin personally canonized by His Majesty, and I heard that he was the winner of last year's horseback riding."
Another lady retorted: "NO, NO, NO, I DON'T THINK SO, COUNT THOMAS IS ALSO A FIRST-CLASS HORSEMAN, HE DIDN'T PARTICIPATE LAST YEAR, THIS YEAR HE CAME, THE OUTCOME IS NOT NECESSARILY ......"
"Don't fight, look, someone is coming to us on horseback!"
The man, riding a snow-white Arabian-blooded horse, leaped around the middle of the small mountain and leaped out of the last bend.
"Look, it's Baron Roland......"
"It's really him, that's great......"
Roland was the first to appear in front of everyone's eyes, followed by Queen Catherine's husband, Thomas, and the results were already revealed, just waiting for them to break through the red bar and reach the end.
"Wait, you see, there's another ......"
I don't know who said it in the crowd, and everyone looked in the direction of her finger.
Suddenly, a black figure flashed by, so fast that even they didn't see clearly, the figure quickly surpassed Thomas, and when there were still more than ten meters away from the finish line, he surpassed Roland, who was leading the first, and directly crossed the red bar, and appeared in front of everyone heroically.