PS: The fourth, the last

Holding his wife, who has always been more arrogant, Duke Edward gently stroked her back, comforting her from time to time.

"Alright, alright! I am back. Lady Anne hugged Duke Edward and sobbed uncontrollably, Lady Anne, who had always been smooth sailing at home and outside, was rare to show her little daughter's mentality today.

"Anne, let's go back! The impact is not good in public! ”

Hearing this, Lady Anne quickly wiped her eyes and broke away from Duke Edward's embrace.

Duke Edward took Lady Anne's hand and slowly boarded the carriage.

"Edward, I'm really worried about you, but fortunately the little king has pardoned you, and I'm ready to beg him!"

Lady Anne looked very happy, and Duke Edward was very distressed.

"Annie, we're going back to Wiltshire, London can't be there!" Duke Edward, no, Earl Edward looked at Lady Anne with a glint in his eyes.

"But......" Lady Anne had just spoken, when she was interrupted by Earl Edward.

"Right! It's an intoxicating thing, a poisoned wine with temptation, so let's stay away from it! ”

There was a hint of loneliness in Earl Edward's eyes, and a hint of relief.

"Okay! Listen to you! As long as you're safe! Lady Anne thought for a moment, and said with some perseverance.

Edward. Seymour was born in Wiltshire, the son of Sir John Seymour and Marjery Wentworth.

His lineage, inherited from his maternal grandfather, gave him the lineage of King Edward III of England and the Percy family.

From this, he and Henry VIII are the great-grandchildren of the fifth generation.

can be regarded as a noble bloodline, and power has almost been engraved into his bone marrow, but he didn't expect that after this coup d'état, he actually saw it, or was afraid.

At Whitehall House, when Baron Smith and Sir John were left to eat, Mary, who was already seven years old, sat together for lunch.

Baron Smith was already familiar with Mary, but Sir John, who had met her for the first time, was surprised.

One bite at a time, God forbid, poor little heart beats non-stop.

Having lunch with the King of England and the Queen of Scotland at the same time was a great honour and surprise for Sir John.

So, at the time of the meal, Mary personally received the greeting from the royal steward, and the lunch ended in a hurry.

But for Sir John, the lunch was quite grand, and on the way home, Sir John couldn't stop reminiscing.

He felt that this lunch was a topic that he could brag about for half his life.

Edward finished his rather boring lunch and followed Mary to Lilith in a royal meadow outside London to feed her.

"Hurry up, Brother Edward, Lilith should be hungry!"

Edward walked slowly behind, and Mary ran in front on short legs, calling out to Edward from time to time.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry, don't you still have a groom?" Edward had just finished eating, and said weakly as he followed.

"Lilith only eats what I feed her, and she won't eat what the groom feeds! Brother Edward can't talk nonsense! ”

Little Mary puffed up her round, small, delicate little face, and said angrily to Edward.

"That's it! I was wrong, Lilith only eats what Mary feeds, and what Mary feeds is delicious! ”

Edward waved his hand helplessly and said to her in a low tone.

"Humph! Brother Edward is so stupid, I don't even know this, oh-"

Hearing Edward admit his mistake, little Mary spat out her pink tongue and pulled down her right eyelid with her right finger, grimacing at Edward.

In this way, in the midst of little Mary's jumping, Edward and his party came to the stables, and in the middle of a green meadow of less than ten acres, a row of wooden houses ten feet high and hundreds of feet long came into Edward's eyes.

The stables are divided into cubicles up to ten feet wide, and dozens of horses are kept here, almost all of which are the favorite horses of the Tudor royal family.

Approaching the stables, horses of all colors barked incessantly, among which Edward's royal horse Arthur, with his youth and strength, was the most powerful.

Remembering that he hadn't slipped Arthur for a long time, Edward couldn't help but walk over quickly.

Sure enough, Arthur's kid grinned, showing his snow-white front teeth, sticking out his tongue, with a silly face, and screaming without an image.

When he saw Edward approaching, Arthur screamed even more happily, and his saliva flowed to the ground, without a trace of the king's royal demeanor.

Opening the railing, Edward led Arthur out, and jumped Arthur happily on his hind feet, and squeezed his horse head straight into Edward's arms.

"That's it! I know you miss me, you're already a big kid, I can't help you! ”

Looking at Arthur's look of begging for a hug, Edward's face was helpless, Arthur was only a little taller than Edward when he was a child.

Two years later, Arthur had reached the youth of his horse, and his shoulder height was about five feet (one and a half meters), and Edward had some difficulty riding it. Will I tell you that Edward is only 1.4 meters now?

With Lucy's support, Edward mounted Arthur and slowly walked towards little Mary.

I saw little Mary pick up the feed and feed the red foal in front of her one bite at a time, and when she accidentally licked it by the foal's tongue, she laughed happily.

Arthur under Edward suddenly became in high spirits, snorting hot air, and his front feet rubbed on the ground from time to time.

"Hey! It's just a one-year-old girl, and you don't want to live! ”

Seeing Arthur's appearance, Edward didn't know what it was thinking, and without saying a word, he twitched it and taught it a lesson.

"Come on, I haven't taken you for a few days, I'll let you run a good day today!"

Ignoring Arthur's aggrieved look, Edward whispered into his ear.

"In a few days, I will help you find a few beautiful young and strong mares to make you happy!"

After saying this, Arthur immediately came to life and ran up with his ponytail.

Edward enjoyed the feeling of a ride, some cold wind blew across his face in January, but the grass on the ground had already grown, and Arthur stepped on the puddle from time to time, swaying, this feeling was very refreshing.

Closing his eyes and enjoying the silence, Edward suddenly heard the sound of two horses running, and his heart couldn't help but have doubts.

"Edward! Edward! I am back! Edward's eyes suddenly opened, and he heard the voice of his sister Elizabeth.

Edward looked for the voice, and sure enough, not far away, two knights on horseback and dressed as women ran over.

One of them was in the prime of his youth, his face was full of girlish air, he was wearing a red coat, and his chest was bulging heavily, like two small watermelons. This is Elizabeth, who is four years older than him.

The other was in his twenties, the expression on his face was very indifferent, the purple coat wrapped him tightly, the two long legs were very conspicuous, and the watermelon on his chest was one size larger than Elizabeth, becoming a medium model.

She is Edward's eldest sister, Princess Mary, who is eleven years older than Edward.

The two of them went to the monastery some time ago to practice, and now they have returned.