Since the end of 1555, William. Sir Sersi has served one term as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom (both President of the Privy Council of England and Speaker of the House of Lords).

After December of this year, in 1564, the fourth year of his second term began.

At this time, he was only forty-four years old, and he was in the prime of life, but the top of his head had become the Mediterranean, and he had deep bags under his eyes, and he looked like an old man in his fifties and sixties.

In the Palace of Westminster, in the Prime Minister's office, there were several middle-aged people who were also well-dressed at this time, just sitting there, but they looked extremely powerful, and the secretary who was delivering tea on the side was holding their breath.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, is the budget for the new year too heavy for us in Wales? After all, we are just over 200,000 people! ”

Aged Farris. Alexander, as the Welsh regent, could not help but be the first to speak when he heard the United Kingdom's budget for the new year.

"Fifty thousand pounds is still too high, we Wales are the least populated part of the Kingdom, don't bully us!"

Watching the Welsh consul blow his beard and glare, he was very dissatisfied with the new budget proposal for the kingdom. Sersi suddenly smiled and said:

"Your Excellency, what is the situation in Wales, you can't hide it from me, 50,000 pounds is already the lowest result, otherwise it will not be fair to other regions!"

Who doesn't know that Wales took advantage of its proximity to Ireland and rode the wave of land development in Ireland, and the ports in various places developed vigorously, and the annual tax revenue rose several levels, and in 1563, the tax revenue had reached 80,000 pounds.

"We in Wales have been rich for a while, how can the coalition government exploit it on a large scale?"

Old man Farris was still unhappy, obviously deprived of most of his annual income, and he was extremely unhappy.

"There is no way for the coalition government, after all, the situation in France is unstable, and the money is like flowing water, so His Majesty the King asks everyone to accommodate for the time being! Wait a few years, and the original rules will be restored! ”

As soon as he heard the word king, Faris felt better, after all, the majesty of His Majesty the king was still quite heavy.

The Earl of Argyle of Scotland and the Governor of Ireland looked at each other helplessly, and could only choose to give in.

With His Majesty the King behind him, the strong position of the coalition government was revealed, but this good life could only be maintained during this time.

The lack of finances made the coalition government particularly distressed, and it had to turn to His Majesty the King for help.

"Next, the discussion is about the salary of county-level officials, as we all know, in the past few years, prices have risen, and the standards set a few years ago are no longer suitable for the current situation, what do you think?"

As Minister of Finance and the third Prime Minister of the Kingdom in preparation, Sir Anthony stood up, bowed to the ministers in front of him, and then began to preside over the next issue.

The crowd also politely returned the salute to the future Prime Minister and smiled as a sign of respect.

The ministers were very cautious about the sensitive issue of salary, after all, it was a matter of tens of thousands of officials in the kingdom, and if one was not good, they would offend a large number of people and cause trouble for their future governance.

Moreover, the consumption level of different places is different, as well as the tax and fiscal affairs of different places, so naturally the salaries of officials at the same level are uneven.

So, outside the office door, the secretary was making tea, and suddenly there was a noise in his ears, which almost shook the tea in his hand.

He paused, then calmly resumed making tea, a precious tea given by His Majesty the King, with an annual production of only a few pounds.

What's more, at this time of year, the office is repeated, and it has long been taken for granted.

…………

In London in December, the sun showed a rare trace, a gentle and warm sun, dispelling a trace of the dampness and haze of the past.

Today, the young King did not go to accompany his little lovers, but accompanied his queen and spoke with her affectionately.

The young queen, dressed in a loose white dress and a purple mink over her shoulders, was snuggling in the arms of His Majesty, resting her fleshy face on his shoulders with a happy smile on her face.

His Majesty Edward, on the other hand, stroked her belly bulging again, and at the same time put his lips to her ears and spoke love words.

The window was ajar, and the sunlight sneaked in, shining on the happy couple, bringing a touch of warmth to the two of them.

On the side, the little prince Charlie, who was building a small palace with building blocks, carefully placed the last building block on the top, his fleshy little arms trembled, his eyes stared at the boss, and he slowly carried out the final completion.

The corners of the little guy's mouth kept grinning with the success of building the blocks, which obviously made him very proud.

After putting the last brick, the little one immediately turned around, smiled like a flower, and ran towards his father and mother.

"Father, Mother, you see, I've built this brick!"

The little one could not care about the warmth of his parents, and took small steps and ran towards the king and queen, shouting incessantly, as if they would not listen.

Edward raised his head impatiently, ready to scold, but as soon as he saw his expectant eyes, the scolding on his lips immediately turned into encouragement:

"Well done, Charlie, you really didn't disappoint me!" As he spoke, His Majesty Edward patted his son on the shoulder, and his eyes were full of encouragement.

When the little one heard his father's words, he immediately smiled even more happily, and his eyes became crescents.

"Oh! My little Charlie, you're amazing! ”

His Royal Highness was not satisfied, and he turned his head again to look at his mother on the side.

Queen Mary, who was nestled in the king's arms, immediately held the son in front of her in her arms, kissed him fiercely on the cheek, and said softly and excitedly.

This pleased His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the United Kingdom, and his whole face became a flower.

"Little Charlie, would you rather have a younger brother, or would you like a younger sister?" Edward asked softly, stroking his son's long light brown hair.

"Huh!" The little one followed his father's example, held his forehead, pretended to think for a moment, and then said decisively:

"Brother, I wish I had a brother!"

He opened his sparkling eyes, looked at his mother's bulging belly, and said loudly:

"With my brother, I can be a knight, he is a squire, and then we will fight together! Ho-"

In the end, the little guy broke free of Mary's embrace, picked up a wooden sword from the ground, waved it a few times, raised his chin, and said arrogantly.

Seeing this, His Majesty the King and the Queen looked at each other and smiled, and the room was filled with a warm atmosphere.

Looking at Mary's belly, if it was a son, His Majesty suddenly felt some sympathy for his second child in his mind.

The eldest is the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Cornwall, and the second is the Duke of York.

This comes from the curse of the Duke of York circulating on the Internet.

Since 1461, when the great-grandson of the first Duke of York succeeded to the throne as Edward IV, none of the 10 Duke of Yorks in history has survived the throne – they either inherited the throne or died without heirs.

For example, in the 21st century, ******, her second son, Andrew, Duke of York, has only two daughters and no male heir, and the title will be withdrawn.

The Duke of York is about to die again.