Chapter 142: Self-worth

It was the first month of summer this year, but people living in the north still did not feel the heat of summer and the warm sun. On the contrary, due to the increase in rainfall, the average daily temperature here is 5 to 10 degrees Celsius cooler than in London and the southeast in the south.

It was undoubtedly a painful and unfortunate affair for the first-ever Privy Counsellor of the Duke's Court of Richmond, which loved the summer. It rains for half a month, and this kind of bullshit is the biggest excuse for the adviser to dislike the British weather.

Therefore, when summer comes, the only thing that can be comforted by the Privy Councillor is the nearly 17 hours of sunshine a day. From 12:30 p.m. to 5:30 a.m. the next morning, the warm and shy sun brings the longest sunshine of the year to the northern regions and people.

Herbert Frederick and Conrad Brooke rode in front of the advisor's horse, put their hands in front of their foreheads to try to stop the sunlight from attacking their eyes, looked at the clouds in the sky, and said, "Your Excellency, there seems to be a rain cloud over there. ”

The advisor glanced at the dark clouds that appeared on the right side of the sky, and said with a smile: "Herbert, is it true that everyone here is born to be an informal professor of meteorology?" ”

Conrad, who was beside Herbert, turned his head and said politely, "Your Excellency, because the weather is a topic that can make people feel relaxed, and it is even the best choice for talking to strangers. ”

"Well, we can ride faster, hopefully not getting wet in the rain when we enter my father's estate."

"Yes, Your Excellency. Allow me to inform Madame Sir at once, I mean your mother. ”

With the advisor's approval, Conrad rode away at a gallop in the direction of Asker's estate. At this moment, Isabel lightly touched the belly of War Horse with her heel, and Onix jogged forward briskly.

When it came to Herbert with its favorite mistress, Isabel looked at the young guard and said, "Herbert, tell me, did you invite me into the manor to rest for the sake of Effie?" ”

Herbert was startled, and his body shook on the horse's back. Then, his face returned to the stern face of the would-be knight of the guard, and he said to Isabel, "Your Excellency, I beg your pardon. I... I do like your sister, but I can't. ”

"Why? Because you're just a would-be knight? ”

"Your Excellency, because... Because I am the second son of the Frederick family, it also means ......"

"You're saying you don't have enough wealth to spend forever with the girl you like?"

"Your Excellency, you are right. As you told me, I'm just a would-be knight who hasn't even earned the title of knight. ”

"Herbert, have you ever learned about the humanism that is most talked about in Southern society?"

"I don't know much. Your Excellency, what do you mean ......? ”

As Isabel watched her mother, sister, butler, and several male servants come to the outside of the manor, she smiled and said, "As your father's second son, you are much luckier than your brother in the choice of love and marriage." And in life, as long as you have enough self-worth, you can get the girl you like. ”

Herbert blinked and pondered, "Self-worth? This is, Sir... Humanism? ”

"Of course. Simply put, there are just three meanings: self-confidence, self-love, and self-esteem. With that, Isabel said, "Let's go, they are already outside to meet us." ”

On the way to the estate, Isabel always answered with a smile on her face when she saw her tenant farmer or her wife and children standing on the side of the road and saluting her. Eventually, when she reined in her horse on the hard driveway outside the manor, everyone except her mother Antonia and her sister Euphemia saluted her.

After dismounting, the mother and daughter saluted Isabel, who walked up to them, in a reserved manner. Isabel hugged the mother and daughter one by one, kissed their faces, and said, "Good day, mother, Euphemia." ”

With a bright smile on her face, Euphemia said, "Sister, oh, your Excellency, why are you back now?" ”

Isabel deliberately frowned and said, "Charming Miss Euphemia, I, as an advisor to His Highness, usually take a more peaceful approach when encountering uncontrollable non-human circumstances. ”

Euphemia winked at her and stopped, and Antonia next to her smiled and said, "Effie, you mean that it is about to rain. ”

"Gurgle... Sister, I don't understand you anymore. ”

"Really? Effie, you know, I don't understand your thoughts anymore. ”

Herbert stood not far from his horse and Isabel's horse, looking fondly at Euphemia, who was over 16 years old. It's just that the young, lovely Euphemia never looked at him.

Conrad, who was standing beside him, touched his arm lightly and quipped, "Brother, why don't I go and say to Miss Euphemia for you: 'Miss, I am willing to be a faithful knight of you. 'How?' ”

Herbert remained motionless and said, "You should add my name." Otherwise, Mademoiselle will think that it is you who owe her allegiance. ”

Before Isabel and the mother and daughter entered the door, they said to them, "Herbert, Conrad, follow Monsieur Harder, the butler, and he will bring you the best ale." ”

Back in the living room, Isabel sat on a bench and took a leisurely sip of a glass of wine served to her by the manmaid. Antonia, who was sitting opposite, smiled and admired her daughter and said, "Son, I remember that Your Highness promoted you to the rank of Privy Counsellor in May last year, right?" ”

Isabel put her glass on the small gothic table in front of her, and smiled at the meaning of the Lady of Sizzle, "Mother, do you want to discuss with me my annual honorarium, or my uniform?" ”

Euphemia, who was sitting beside her, rushed to say, "My dear sister, of course my mother wants to speak of your privy counsellor's uniform. Do you want to talk to you about your annual honorarium that is the envy of countless people? ”

The question of dress was considered by Isabel when she first began her role as Privy Counsellor. In the Renaissance kingdom of England, asceticism was broken down while people were rebelling against religious bondage. Almost everyone in the middle and upper classes of society, including the royal family and the aristocracy, pursued a kind of individual beauty, and pursued exquisite luxury and trendy clothing.

The men's trousers of this period were tightly wrapped around the limbs, and the tunic was wide and majestic, highlighting a masculine beauty; Women's clothing emphasizes the characteristics of thin waist, large breasts and fat buttocks, with a top-bare and low neckline, and a large and exaggerated skirt. The combination of men's trousers and women's dresses, which are separated from the top and bottom, makes people forget what "nature" is, and also makes people completely abandon the simple style of clothing in the Middle Ages.

To be precise, Isabel did not like the men's and women's clothes of the Tuyi period. So, without a choice, she had to choose a dress that was part of the early Renaissance in 15th-century Italy. Traditional tight tops, leggings and riding boots, the simple and capable knight or swordsman style can also make her regain a little bit of the sense of clothing that highlights her personality in later generations.