Good news came from both Brittany and Normandy, which made the whole cabinet rejoice, and the royal palace was pleasantly rejoiced.

Our Majesty, on the other hand, was not in the palace, but in a horse-drawn carriage to the outskirts of London.

The morning glow in the sky flooded the whole sky, so that the presence of the sun has weakened a lot, and the breeze blows, and the summer seems to have turned into spring, mild and pleasant, which is very pleasant.

Sitting in the carriage, the soft goose down cushion made Edward's ass feel as if it were falling on the clouds, and he didn't feel tired and uncomfortable.

The carriage was large, enclosed, and most impressively, the huge cushions occupied nearly three-quarters of the area.

In other words, Edward could sit or lie down, unrestrained.

In the middle, a small round table, about one square meter in size, is dyed pale yellow, and the surface of the round table is inlaid with a whole round transparent glass.

Under the glass, artists in England carved a variety of myths and legends, among which, in the center, it was not the portrait of God and his son that occupies the middle place, but a woman.

One wears the helmet of an ancient Roman centurion and wears a white Roman wide robe, sitting on a throne on a rock, holding a spear and shield, in the posture of a king.

This is the goddess Britannia, the patron saint of the British Isles.

The Romans made England and Wales the province of Britannia, the area north of Hadrian's Wall, which the Romans called Caledonia.

As the patron goddess, she naturally won the love of the British, especially the English, so, at Edward's request, the goddess Britannia appeared in his carriage.

As a United Kingdom, a unified faith (Anglicanism), a unified king, a unified weights and measures, is not enough to unite everyone.

Only if these places have an inexhaustible common gene will the possibility of the United Kingdom being divided.

Therefore, the patron goddess of Britannia is another common gene condensed by His Majesty Edward on the basis of tradition.

On the desk, there are books that His Majesty likes, and the recitals drawn up by the cabinet, and the snow-white paper loaded with countless words is piled up into two hills, occupying half of the desk space.

The other half belongs to the territory of fruits and snacks.

Shortbread, wine, apples, grapes, bananas, neatly arranged, waiting for His Majesty's grace.

At the desk, kneeling sat two young and beautiful maids, their clothes exposed, overflowing with youth, and endearing.

From time to time, he swings in a seductive pose, exuding a body fragrance peculiar to a young girl, pure, and seduces the energetic heart of the young king.

But Edward didn't take them in, the rabbit didn't eat the grass next to the nest, and the people around him still had to pay attention to their appearance, except for Emma, he never touched the maid again.

The second point is that as a king, beautiful girls have seen a lot, and it is inevitable that they will have aesthetic fatigue, even if they are tempted for a while, they will be tasteless next, and it is inevitable to abandon them.

And Edward thinks that he is not that kind of person, but the instinct of men is like this, and the best way to avoid this situation is moderation.

Just like they are vases, they usually take advantage of the eyes, and the rest is better to let go.

Speaking of handmaidens, by the time of Edward, it was very different from the previous era.

First of all, some departments of the court were no longer managed by noblewomen, but were specially screened from the orphan camps.

In this way, the court is no longer a leaky sieve as before, and many information is no longer revealed, and secrecy is enhanced.

It is no longer the case that the king has become the focus of heated discussions among the citizens of London whenever he has any troubles, and the king's authority is protected.

After so many years as king, Edward concluded that maintaining a moderate sense of mystery was an advantageous condition for maintaining the supremacy of the king.

In the old Chinese saying, if the king is not secret, he will lose his minister; If the minister is not secret, he will be lost.

Historically, Louis XVI of France in the eighteenth century, the unlucky guy who went to the guillotine, because he did not do a good job of secrecy, caused himself and the queen to do whatever they did, it would be spread to Paris, and then spread throughout France.

For example, Louis XVI preferred lock-making over governance, and often made locks of all kinds.

At this moment, it spread outside the court, and the majesty of the king was completely lost.

The majesty of the royal family is lost, and the nobles who know the king create traps step by step, luring him in, and finally the family becomes a ghost.

The departure of the nobles from the court and the re-establishment of the court as the preserve of the royal family greatly contributed to the authority of the royal power.

This had the added consequence that the court ladies were subjected to the scolding of nobles and officials.

The nobles left the court, and when they could not obtain information from His Majesty, they could only turn to the ladies in the palace to obtain the information they needed.

But as long as it is well prevented, and with the right to dispose of the maid, the sequelae of this are very simple.

Thinking of these by the two maids, Edward couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a little funny.

It's so boring to have fun with yourself!

The warm breeze made Edward feel a little sleepy.

He rubbed his eyes, stuck his head out of the window, and glanced at the wide national highway and the flow of people, and then lay down.

The pretty maid on the side, with a hint of blush on her face, gently rested Edward's head on her slender and plump thighs, and felt her hands massage the king's shoulders.

The other took out a blanket and put it over Edward's body, tidying up his desk and cushions.

I don't know how long it took, but Edward was in a daze and was woken up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pretty girl gently shaking his arm, and the other screamed softly.

"Your Majesty—Your Majesty—"

"What's wrong?" Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Edward asked.

"There's a messenger outside the car asking to see you!" The maid said softly.

"The Messenger? Bring the letter in! Edward thought for a moment, the most important thing at the moment was the war in France, and there was already peace within the kingdom, and it was impossible for any uprising to break out.

The maid obediently left the carriage and brought the letter in, only to see that the cover was still stamped with the seal of the cabinet.

Unscrupulously opened and looked at it, about a hundred words, the content was very brief, and there was only one sentence in the summary: Brittany has been taken!

"Excellent! That's great! Edward couldn't help but be overjoyed, and shouted loudly, to the surprise of the two maids, what news made the king so happy?

"Go, bring a bottle of wine and give it to this messenger!" Edward stared at the letter, looked at it back and forth, and then commanded.

Then, the panting messenger suddenly felt that he was in good luck, God forbid.

Sending a letter was rewarded by His Majesty the King.