"On October 18, 1546, it was rainy, and it was almost the fifth year, and the weather here was still so unbearable, I was nine years old, oh my God! How many years will it take me to grow up! Zhang Zhe wrote the diary viciously with his white and tender little hands, not caring at all about the white and flawless white paper under the pen. Slender fonts on the white paper twist and kneel from left to right, and a script that is very different from the Latin alphabet in vogue today is laid out on the paper, neither English nor French, as prescribed in England.

"Your Highness, it's time for lunch!" A young woman dressed as a maid came in small steps and said with a slight breath. "Yes, I see!" Zhang Zhe reluctantly agreed. As we all know, British cuisine is notoriously unpalatable in the world, and even as a prince, it doesn't eat much better!

Zhang Zhe closed the diary and hid it under the pillow, which can be regarded as a kind of covering his ears and stealing the bell! Jumping off the bed, Zhang Zhe followed the maid to the restaurant with his short legs. After a long corridor, the floor is covered with a layer of mahogany, and the walls on both sides are covered with portraits of people, each of which is formidable. Of course, God's old man and his son were also on it, and they were especially kind and pleasing to the eye.

After five years, Zhang Zhe has watched it many times, and he has become aesthetically tired, and now he is annoyed by looking at God. Ignoring the salutes of the maids on both sides, he walked to the restaurant. "Squeak!" The maid pushed open the door and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a large number of gold ornaments, sitting on the front of the long table with the general's belly, staring at Zhang Zhe who came in. A smile immediately split into a smile on his majestic face, "Edward! Come on, today you have your favorite roast lamb, do what you said! ”

Who would have thought that His Majesty the King, who was majestic outside, would have such a side. But Zhang Zhe is used to it, uh! Edward, to be exact, was accustomed to him, who called him the only male heir to the entire Tudor royal family, and the youngest son of Henry VIII at the age of forty-six. Sitting on the other side was Edward's stepmother, Henry VIII's sixth queen, Catherine. Pal. The queen was sitting upright, and when she saw Edward, she smiled at her, "Edward! Sit down, it's time to begin! Catherine still has no children, so she is kind to Edward.

Born in 1491, Henry VIII was the second king of the Tudor dynasty and lord of Ireland. It was only in 1537 that a male heir, even a treasure, was made Duke of Cornwall and Earl of Chester shortly after Edward's birth. and let his two daughters act as nannies to take care of him, from which it can be seen that he is definitely a patriarchal king. However, Edward said he liked it.

Edward sat next to His Majesty, meticulously using royal etiquette, even if he was very favored by the king, he did not dare to break the rules, because there was a fat woman next to him who was staring at him. The fat woman is his mother Jane. Seymour's maid, now the head lady-in-waiting of the royal family, is named Anna. Swell, a very strict old woman, grew up watching his mother grow up with Edward, and Edward had a headache when he saw her, but he couldn't get a seizure again, so he could only draw a circle and curse her for constipation.

On the long dining table are several plates of roast goose, plus a pot of roast lamb, exuding an alluring smell of yellow. This was also a rare treat for the aristocracy of the Middle Ages, after all, the popular food recipe at that time was nothing more than a large pot stew with various spices. Barbecue is also direct grilling, which is a test of the chef's cooking skills, and ordinary nobles cannot enjoy the barbecue dish.

Fortunately, as a chef owned by the English royal family, he is very good, and within a few days of listening to Edward's explanation, the roast lamb is almost done. So the whole royal family liked this dish, and every few days they served it, and Edward was about to vomit. Fortunately, the English royal family went through the Reformation and confiscated a large amount of church property, and the income was very rich, and eating some lambs was nothing. Compared to the hard-working French royal family, life is not bad.

After lunch, when the customary salute was to say goodbye, Princess Elizabeth, who was sitting with a lady sitting upright, suddenly asked, "Edward! How have you been riding lately? "It's okay! It is already possible to run on horseback. "Oh! Then I'll check it out! Because Edward was not in good health since he was a child, Zhang Zhe began to practice riding to train himself when he first crossed over. After five years of hard practice, I finally went from a sick sprout that got sick after walking a few steps to a sprout that could run freely.

It may be that the disease that comes with it belongs to *** Dehua has had a minor illness in three days and a major illness in five days since he was born, and he has almost never broken it, which makes Zhang Zheshen afraid that he will die before he can leave the school. So Edward, who had great ambitions, survived to the present.

Henry VIII's patriarchy was so severe that Edward could do whatever he wanted, while Elizabeth was always required to learn ladylike manners, and even her favorite horseback riding was not allowed to play regularly. Thus, the task of testing Edward's riding skills became Elizabeth's happy time. On the other side, Princess Mary didn't seem to hear it, and she was still unhurriedly drinking the black tea bought from Spain, without making a sound, showing the princess's ladylike demeanor.

Henry VIII nodded his head, and Princess Elizabeth immediately saluted, and followed Edward out of the dining room slowly, unable to hide Elizabeth's joy with her gentle steps. As soon as the door of the ornate dining room closed, Princess Elizabeth jumped forward, and the front and rear positions changed at once.

Edward shook his head helplessly, a look of disappointment. Her Royal Highness the Princess, who had been paying attention to Edward, suddenly frowned, and immediately turned around and stood in front of Edward, squatting down. "Hey! Edward, do you have an opinion about me? As soon as Edward saw that his sister's tone could not be truthful, he hurriedly changed the subject. Sister! Your riding skills can now be compared to that of a knight! "As soon as I heard about my proudest riding skills, I immediately forgot to denounce Edward, and I couldn't help but say proudly." Is that! Knights in general are no match for me, and Uncle Hughes praises me! "Uncle Hughes was the chief of the royal body's guard, and he taught Edward how to ride.

Hughes. Smith, the second son of a baron, came to prominence in a riot that exterminated the nobles of the frontier. Killed three knights in a row and captured a viscount, so that Henry VIII was made a court baron and owned three manors, which is also a good mix, compared to the average wandering knight.