As far as the eye can see, a small pasture of more than 1,000 acres sits across the north bank of the Thames. The Thames River, which has not been industrialized, is still clear and cold, with the gentleness and fineness characteristic of the rivers of an island country. Of course, this is compared to China, and for those who have seen the Yangtze River, this is the river.

For Smith, who lives in London, this is the river, the largest he has seen since he left Buckinghamshire, and even though he has seen it countless times, Smith is still in awe of it.

Hey! Wait, why didn't His Royal Highness Prince Edward not look the slightest surprised? Could it be that he has already seen the great Thames? But didn't His Majesty the King, concerned about the safety of the Prince, never let him come to the Thames? I'm not at the river this time, it's miles away! Forget it, maybe I ran out secretly!

Edward didn't expect that some of his expressions would give Smith such a big association, and he was thinking about how to protect this Londoner's draft river in the future.

The meadow was only five miles away from Hampton Court Palace, so close that Henry VIII forbade Edward to go to the river. One mile can be converted to 1.6 kilometers, and five miles is eight kilometers.

Five miles was not a big deal for Smith, but it was very difficult for Edward and Elizabeth to walk.

So Smith and Edward rode away, and he loved his big black horse called 'Iron Shield' so much that he was reluctant to ride it, and he was more precious than his precious son.

Forced to ride it today, Baron Smith's heart trembled, for fear that the stones on the side of the road would damage the horse's hooves.

As for why Baron Smith cherishes the big dark horse called the shield so much? Edward heard rumors that the dark horse had saved Baron Smith's life by fending off an arrow on the battlefield. So, the knight of Smith at that time thought that this was God's will, and the shield became God's messenger. After spending all his savings, I don't know if God blessed, this black horse was actually saved. So, the 15-year-old horse was ridden by Smith to the pasture.

Edward and Elizabeth rode their horses to the pasture. Edward's Arthur was white, and Elizabeth's horse was brownish-red, and at first glance he knew that he was a noble child, so some serfs and yeoman farmers on the side of the road hurriedly got out of the way, for fear of being injured by mistake.

At the end of the Middle Ages, he was injured by a nobleman and did not cry out.

Former civilian college students now feel the demeanor of a privileged class.

Although he didn't like this kind of behavior from the bottom of his heart, but asked him to apologize to those serfs and poor people, Edward said that the concubine couldn't do it!

Edward didn't realize that after five years of aristocratic education, his thinking had unconsciously turned to the aristocratic class, this is the ass decides the head!

Although Edward still retained the idea of equality of all men, it was a ridiculous conjecture to achieve equality at the end of the Middle Ages.

In life, there must always be a dream to chase. So, while riding on his horse, Edward thought about how his body could become like an ordinary person, ready to ride a horse and gallop in this kingdom of his own.

"Elizabeth! What are your dreams? Edward asked, turning to his sister. Yes! Dreams, let me think again! Elizabeth lowered her head cutely, her eyes dripping and rolling.

Edward looked at the little Lori on the horse with a smile, and the long white dress set off Elizabeth's little face even more ruddy and cute.

Thirteen-year-old Elizabeth was in the prime of her life, cardamom in ancient Chinese parlance, and sitting on horseback was a head taller than Edward, which made Edward's neck sore.

Half an hour had just passed, and Edward's inner thighs suddenly felt a fiery emotion spread, and Arthur shook from time to time, this feeling was very sour, how could it be a cool word!

Just when Edward was very embarrassed, the clear sky suddenly turned cloudy, and a dark cloud hurried here, as if to do something unspeakable.

"Whew!" Edward secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sat up again, and said in an anxious tone, "Uncle Smith, it looks like it's going to rain!" Let's ride back quickly! ”

Smith glanced up at the dark clouds above his head and said in a slightly joyful tone, "Yes! Your Royal Highness the Prince, you and Your Highness the Princess hurry back, my Highness. ”

"Okay! Be careful! Edward then asked Elizabeth, who was looking down and thinking about her dreams, "Elizabeth! Let's go back! ”

"Oh!" Elizabeth replied distractedly, "What? I haven't had enough of it! Elizabeth reacted and immediately regretted it.

The thirteen-year-old girl was in the midst of a lively and tumultuous time, and she finally came out to ride her horse for a while, how could she leave so easily.

"Why don't we race and ride back, if I go to Hampton Court Palace first, you can intercede with my father, so that I don't have to learn etiquette from my grandmother today!" Elizabeth conversion can be a strategy.

Because Edward was favored by Henry VIII, Edward was never scolded by Henry VIII, so some troublesome black cauldrons were all on his back, and basically everything he asked for could be passed, who called him the only male heir to the entire Tudor royal family?

"Alright! But this is only one time, not an example! Edward thought for a moment and agreed.

"Yes, okay!" Elizabeth smiled happily.

Although Edward could ask Henry VIII to do a lot of things, he cherished the opportunity. Because he knew that Henry VIII was busy with the Reformation, and that his health had not been good lately, he did not dare to bother him for some trivial matters.

It was evident that Elizabeth did not like Mary, who taught her aristocratic manners, and Edward shuddered at the thought of Mary.

Mama Mary was a nun at Pryor Abbey in London, a monastery where the Tudor royal family often donated gold coins, so Mary sent the best ceremonies. Gray came to teach Princess Elizabeth etiquette.

Mary. Gray was the daughter of a baron and was sent to a convent from an early age.

I don't know if I've been hurt by anything, and I've had a cold face all day long. He is close to 1.7 meters tall, with a towering nose, dark blue eyes, and thin cheeks with a gray color. The sharp eyes seem to be able to read your soul, and the green tendons of the hands are popping out, proving that its owner is quite old.

He shook his head, as if he could knock the figure out of his brain. During Edward's recollection, Elizabeth took advantage of his inattention, and when he came back to his senses, all he could hear was Elizabeth's laughter, and the man was long gone.

Edward smiled wryly, shook his head, raised his horsewhip, and flicked it into the air.

Arthur seemed to understand what Edward meant, and chased after him on his calves.