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On the 7th of July in 1555, although the weather was not beautiful and it rained slightly, the crowds on the streets of London did not decrease much, and the lively and prosperous atmosphere was fully revealed.

Stinton Wharf, the light rain in the sky is like a line, like silver threads flying in the air, people unconsciously like it.

The inhabitants of London are accustomed to this kind of light rain, especially this kind of rain, which is already relatively good weather compared to the continuous light rain.

There's no need to open an umbrella, let alone a raincoat, just a hat, which is enough to get you out of the rain.

If you go to the streets of London at this time, you will find that both men and women, young and old, gentlemen and civilians, will wear a hat on their heads, and at a glance, it will seem as if they have entered the hat jungle.

Therefore, the hat culture is also etiquette among the people of England, and for formal occasions, everyone needs a hat.

If ordinary people want to enter the banquet of the upper class, gorgeous clothing will increase your charm, and hats are a must for you to enter.

Less nonsense.

At this moment, the most prosperous Wharf in London, there is not a single merchant ship in sight, and even those coolies begging for food are nowhere to be seen.

If the merchants found out, they would have been surprised.

The daily arrival of cargo ships in and out of the Stington Docks accounts for one-fifth of the total number of merchant ships entering and leaving London, and the daily tax received is no less than a hundred pounds.

It can be said that this is a huge cornucopia, and a day of work stoppage will make the hearts of tax officials ache.

The Stinton Pier was swept over and over again by the cleaners, the ground was sprinkled with water, and a red carpet of more than 100 feet was spread on top, and the scent of flower petals was pleasant.

On both sides of the red carpet, the guards wearing bearskin hats and red jackets held their heads high and looked meticulous.

The wide pier has no ships docking, but it doesn't seem lonely at all.

The Guards, with arquebuses on their shoulders, patrolled back and forth on the docks in groups of ten, their eyes wide open, and the only sound of their boots could be heard throughout the docks.

And at the mouth of the Thames, a luxurious armed merchant ship, escorted by four powerful Galen warships, went down the Thames and went upstream.

Seeing such a non-negligible maritime armed guard, guarding the sentry on the banks of the Thames, and confirming his identity in horror, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

This powerful force, for what these outposts have, is no less than a catastrophe, and it will be wiped out in an instant.

And, as far as they knew, this small fleet was one-third the size of the English navy, and if it swarmed it, London would be reduced to ashes.

Thankfully, this is not the enemy.

The sentry soldier thought silently in his heart.

"Looks like you're in a good mood, Mary!"

The young Prince Philip looked at his wife, who was standing at the bow of the boat, stepped forward gently, patted her on the shoulder, and greeted.

Princess Mary looked back and saw that the handsome face of her young husband was so close that it was close enough to be close to hers.

Seeing such a picture, even though they have been married for many years, Princess Mary still has a shy look on her face, and her two faces are as if they are drunk, pink.

"Philip, don't get so close, there's someone next to you!"

Princess Mary glanced at the silent handmaidens and guards who were standing beside her, and pushed Prince Philip's chest weakly, speaking in a coquettish voice.

"It's nothing, they don't peek, they don't eavesdrop, and if anyone wants to try it, I don't mind letting them try it!"

Prince Philip's handsome face showed a faint smile, bowed his head, and whispered to Princess Mary's pink ear, and at the end, his voice was suddenly amplified, and it shook the cabin.

Hearing this, the maids and upright guards on the side began to tremble, and their heads were lowered.

Seeing this, the corners of Princess Mary's mouth showed a sweet smile, her eyes were crooked, and the love in them was full of love, enough to overwhelm people.

Mary liked Prince Philip's domineering appearance, especially his handsome appearance, which was very charming, and made her heart tremble.

Mary was favored by her father Henry VIII when she was a child, but she was tragically abandoned when she was a girl, her father's love was no longer there, and her mother died.

And at this time, Prince Philip entered her life, young, domineering, handsome, and that powerful aura, which made her unconsciously fall into Prince Philip's gentle offensive.

And the same is true of Prince Philip, Princess Mary's body exudes a fragrance with other noblewomen, a cold temperament, no desire for power, and that mature demeanor, which fascinates him deeply.

What's more, Princess Mary has something in common with him – both devout Catholics, which makes him overjoyed.

Two devout Catholics, a perfect match for statecraft and beyond.

This kind of harmonious companion and confidant, he felt that the souls of the two seemed to be blended.

Therefore, Prince Philip is still satisfied with the future queen, and the only regret is that the two have no heirs so far.

"I haven't been back for five years, I wonder how Edward and Elizabeth are doing?"

Princess Mary looked up at the calm waters of the River Thames, five years later, the River is still as calm and wide as ever, which is refreshing.

"Don't worry, aren't you going to see them soon? According to me, this brother of yours has been doing a good job lately! ”

Prince Philip followed her gaze, looked at the river, and chuckled softly, with something different in his tone.

"What did Edward do?" Princess Mary turned her head, looked at her husband, and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, in Ireland, it's just that a few tribes we support have been wiped out by his people, and there are no waves in the court, no one cares!"

Hearing this, Mary breathed a sigh of relief, she had been in Spain for five years, but she knew that Spain was strong, and England at present had no strength to stop this powerful empire.

As soon as she heard that it was this, and that it was on this remote island of Ireland, Princess Mary smiled unconcernedly.

Prince Philip waited until he saw his wife's relaxed demeanor, so he rubbed her beautiful long hair, sniffed the charming fragrance, and the smile on his face gradually retracted.

In fact, while his father and court ministers were unfazed by the disappearance of several tribes on the island of Ireland, he was different.

He could see that the young king of England had a special ambition for Ireland, a fanaticism for the occupation of land.