136 Conference of the East

When the sun shines through the clouds of the eastern sky to the bell tower of the templar, the city awakens and the music of the day begins as usual, from the London Bridge, which was destroyed by King Ethelred, to the remains of the second colonnade of Roman times, the Saxon markets, churches, brothels, and execution grounds witness all kinds of activity, and life seems to be no different.

Westminster Hall was bustling with people, guests speaking a variety of languages and dressing in different styles, and the hall was sparkling and extraordinary, and a momentous ceremony had just taken place in the royal palace.

Just as the bride with an angel's body of light counts the jewels and gold around her, and the newly moved box includes the morning prayer and the deposit, the wedding in this era is more than a ceremony in front of the altar, in fact, it is closer to a large transaction, the father or brother of the newlyweds will jointly determine a number, and then it is the official "delivery". Since there was no longer an older male leader in Woolfhilde's family, she had to look after her own property, which meant that she was the de facto deal with her husband's family.

"It's time for us to go." A voice came from the other side, urging the young husband.

"Where's Lubino, let her in first." Reluctantly, the bride looked away from the gold and turned to the prince, who was dressed in only a robe.

"But this is our wedding room......"

"Rubino is our family, and she is allowed to do so." Woolfchild looked threatening.

"Wait for me......" The prince walked out with some weakness.

He had to be quick, before she found out.

An attendant ushered him into the small amber room, which was filled with a "lubino" tied up with a large number of flowers.

"Don't scream!" As soon as the prince pulled out the felt that had plugged the other's mouth, he made a threatening voice.

The little had been barking non-stop last night, and when she seized the opportunity, she ran into her master's room, and the angry Edmund could only tie up Lubino while his new wife was still receiving "education" by his mother's side.

Thus was born the first lie after marriage.

The attendants of Westminster Hall will naturally hide the princess for him, Edmund grew up here, is the darling and little prince in the eyes of everyone, even if he is sometimes temperamental, no one will say even a word to him.

In the other corner of the court, a group of guests who had recently arrived seemed unusually quiet, following behind a diminutive nobleman, only one of whom could hardly hide the look of arrogance in his eyes.

"You must be tough," Bishop Otto whispered to his nephew, "and you can't take a step back!" ”

Robert, Duke of Normandy, shook his head with a wry smile: "I hope Your Majesty understands our difficulties." ”

London had already sent its first governors to the Duchy, and these people, accompanied by the king's tax collectors, began to measure the land as soon as they landed, and received the lords and knights of the land, and the complaints had begun to spread, and it was impossible for Rouen to turn a blind eye to them.

"What about the rebellious lords, the English must demand that we hand them over?"

A group of Tyne guards with golden anchors on their hats happened to pass by, and the Normans were silent, as cold as jackdaws on their banners.

The answer to this question is that everyone knows that the king cannot be disobeyed. In Normandy, the young generation of free-spirited and adventurous people was leaving, and the duke could not afford to prevent his vassals from venturing overseas, such as Spain or Italy.

But if the best knights are lost, what is left of the principality?

An ancient Saxon folk song echoed among the walls and pillars hung with tapestry, like the chirping of foxes among ancient desolate graves, constantly drowned out by the sound of countless low horses' hooves, and like a clump of birds rising into the air, rudely breaking the silence of the hall.

The king arrived, and the ministers were silent.

The sun continued to rise above the canopy, and the light shone through the stained glass windows onto the throne, and the pieces of iron and precious stones that adorned the base burned with blue-green flames above the slabs until the king's snow-white cloak covered it.

He looked left and right, recognising the faces of many of the lords who had just accompanied him on his expedition, Roger, Earl of Hereford, who was being ordered to garrison the country of Pontilio, but Rodrigo, Earl of Pembroke, and Robert Mallett were here.

For the first time, Berenga, Earl of Warwick, and his cousin, Torcher, the Governor of Warwickshire, had both worn the family coat of arms, with his father Elfwin the Sr. having recently died at the Ardennes Mansion in Mercia, and Tolker's younger brother, Gothmundus, now sailing with Edwin, Earl of Chester, and the two brothers apparently chose different lords.

Edgar showed unusual interest in the family, not only because they were blood relatives of the Earl of Mercia, but more importantly, because the Ardennes family included a depressing poet, William Shakespeare.

"Is the prince here?" The king asked in a low voice, and the old Ulf guard shook his head.

"Let's get started." Edgar raised his hand slightly, seemingly unconcerned, and gestured to Vorsioff.

With so many petitions in the backlog, the kingdom's ministers had to deal with the complexity of government affairs first, some of the most absurd of which involved the "usurption" of the monastery estates on the island of Erie during the time of the king's great-grandfather.

The Norman nobles were appalled by this unbridled "parliament" style, they were accustomed to William's iron-fisted rule, and even the Bishop of Bayeux was only a senior senator in the Norman court, advising the sovereign and offering the duke options. This was clearly not the case with the English, and the king expressed little personal opinion throughout the process, and spent most of the time simply acquiescing to the decisions of the Council of the Magi.

As a British imperialist accustomed to a constitutional monarchy, Edgar's governing style was indeed different from that of the ancient Anglo-Saxon kings, who were military leaders and followed the advice of the kingdom's ministers out of respect for their strength, and in later times, such as during the reigns of Charlemagne of Britain and Edgar I, the King of Peace, the king preferred to monopolize power. When conquerors like Canute arrived, the king became more and more ruthless and took what he wanted, and the nobles of the kingdom sighed every time they were precarious.

When the morning was almost over, the king seemed to think of his Normandy guests, and he summoned the lords to begin the first major issue of the day.

"For this expedition to Saxony, we need a third of the army from the principality." The king was smiling, but that didn't detract from the meaning behind the opening statement.

The gloomy prospect of providing an army of servants to England led many Norman lords to rebel as soon as they returned.

Outwardly, no one opposed the king, as in the court of Duke William.

"The Emperor invaded the Duchy of Saxony, and many of the old families in the north were wiped out by him before spring, so we decided to avenge these souls and reclaim their territory." The king emphasized the word "dead soul", and many people's eyes immediately lit up.

"The Earl of Chester has escorted the Danish prince home, he will establish a fleet base in the Heligoland Islands - the Danes have transferred this land to us - our reinforcements will soon be departing, and as soon as the situation in Roskild is stabilized, the Anglo-Saxons, Britons, Danes and Normans will launch an offensive against Saxony in order to restore the status of the Duchess of Saxony, the Duchess of Jeviser, the Countess of Kent."

The king's voice became murderous, "Those who have made meritorious contributions in the war will be given a feudal throne and a reward for their honor!" ”