Chapter 95 Walking Horse
ps: The fourth bullet, the last bullet
Holding his arrogant wife, Duke Edward gently stroked her back, comforting her from ti to ti.
"Okay, okay! I'm back." Mrs. Anne kept sobbing while hugging Duke Edward. Mrs. Anne, who had been going smoothly at ho and outside, showed her little daughter ntality on a rare occasion today.
"Annie, let's go back! It's not good to be influenced by the public!"
Hearing these words, Madam Anne quickly wiped her eyes and left Duke Edward's embrace.
Duke Edward took Lady Anne's hand and slowly boarded the carriage.
"Edward, I am really worried about you. Fortunately, the little king pardoned you, and I am ready to beg him!"
Mrs. Anne looked very happy, which made Duke Edward very distressed.
"Anne, we are going back to Wiltshire, we can't stay in London anymore!" Duke Edward, no, Earl Edward looked at Lady Anne, his eyes were shining brightly.
"But..." Madam Anne was interrupted by Earl Edward just as she spoke.
"Right! It's an intoxicating thing, a poisonous wine with temptation, let's stay away from it!"
Earl Edward had a trace of loneliness in his eyes, but also a trace of relief.
"Okay! Listen to you! As long as you are safe!" Mrs. Anne thought for a while and said with so perseverance.
Edward Seymour was born in Wiltshire, his father was Sir John Seymour, and his mother was Margery Wentworth.
The blood he inherited from his maternal grandfather gave him blood from King Edward III of England and the Percy family.
Based on this calculation, he and Henry VIII are the great-grandson relationship of the fifth generation hall.
It can be considered as a person of noble blood, and his rights have almost been engraved into his bone marrow. He did not expect that after this coup, he would look away, or be afraid.
Whitehall Palace, when Baron Smith and Sir John were left to eat, Mary, who was already seven years old, also sat and shared lunch together.
Baron Smith was already familiar with Mary, but Sir John, who t Mary for the first ti, was surprised.
One mouthful of God forbid, poor little heart beating.
It was a great honor and surprise for Sir John to have lunch with the King of England and the Queen of Scotland at the sa ti.
So, during the al ti, Mary personally received the greeting from the royal steward, so the lunch ended in a hurry.
But for Sir John, this lunch was quite grand. On the way ho, Sir John couldn't stop thinking about it.
He felt that this lunch was a topic that he could brag about for half his life.
Edward finished this relatively boring lunch, and then followed Mary to a royal lawn outside London to feed her Lilith.
"Hurry up, Brother Edward, Lilith should be hungry!"
Edward walked slowly behind, and Mary ran ahead with short legs, calling Edward from ti to ti.
"It's okay, I'm not hungry, don't you have a groom?" Edward said weakly after finishing his al.
"Lilith only eats what I feed her, she won't eat what the groom feeds! Brother Edward can't talk nonsense!"
Little Mary bulged her round, small and delicate face, and said to Edward angrily.
"Okay! I was wrong, Lilith only eats what Mary feeds, and what Mary feeds is delicious!"
Edward waved his hands helplessly, and said to her in a low tone.
"Hmph! Brother Edward is so stupid, he doesn't even know this, huh—"
Hearing that Edward admitted his mistake, little Mary stuck out her pink tongue, pulled down her right eyelid with her right finger, and made so funny faces at Edward.
In this way, while little Mary was bouncing around, Edward and his party ca to the stable. In the middle of a green grassland less than ten acres, a row of wooden houses ten feet high and hundreds of feet long ca into Edward's eyes.
The stables are divided into small compartnts up to ten feet wide, where dozens of horses are kept in captivity, and almost all the favorite horses of the Tudor royal family are here.
Approaching the stables, horses of various colors barked non-stop. Among them, Edward's royal horse Arthur, with his youth and strength, barked most powerfully.
Rembering that he hadn't sneaked with Arthur for a long ti, Edward couldn't help walking over quickly.
Sure enough, the boy Arthur grinned, showing his snow-white front teeth, sticking out his tongue, with a naive look on his face, and yelled without image.
After seeing Edward approaching, Arthur scread even more happily, drooling on the ground, without a trace of the deanor of a king.
Opening the railing, Edward led Arthur out, making Arthur jump back happily, and the big horse head squeezed straight into Edward's arms.
"Okay! I know you miss , you are already a big boy, I can't do anything to you!"
Seeing Arthur begging for a hug, Edward looked helpless. Arthur was only a little taller than Edward when he was a child.
Two years have passed, and Arthur has reached the youth of the horse, with a height of about five feet (1.5 ters) at the shoulder, and it is difficult for Edward to ride it. Shall I tell you that Edward is only 1.4 ters now?
With the support of Lucy, Edward mounted Arthur and walked slowly towards little Mary.
I saw little Mary holding up the food one by one to feed the red foal in front of her. When she was accidentally licked by the foal's tongue, she laughed happily.
And Arthur under Edward suddenly beca excited, breathing hot air, and rubbing his front feet on the ground from ti to ti.
"Hey! She's just a one-year-old girl, you can do whatever you want, I don't want to live!"
Seeing Arthur's appearance, Edward couldn't know what it was thinking, so he slapped it on the head without saying a word, and taught him a lesson.
"Co on, I haven't taken you for a few days, let you have a good ti today!"
Don't look at Arthur's grievance, Edward said into its ear.
"In a few days, I will help you find so beautiful young and strong mares, so that you can be happy!"
After saying this, Arthur imdiately beca alive and started running with his ponytail swung.
Edward enjoyed this feeling of driving. So cold January winds blew across his face, but the grass had already grown on the ground. Arthur stepped on the puddles from ti to ti, swaying around. This feeling was very refreshing.
Close your eyes and enjoy the tranquility. Suddenly, Edward heard the sound of two horses running, and doubts arose in his heart.
"Edward! Edward! I'm back!" Edward suddenly opened his eyes, and he heard the voice of his sister Elizabeth.
Edward looked for the sound, and sure enough, not far away, two knights riding horses and wearing won's clothes ran over.
One of them is in the pri of his youth, with a girlish face, wearing a red coat, and his chest is bulging heavily, like two small waterlons. It was Elizabeth, who was four years older than him.
The other is in his twenties, with a calm expression on his face. He is tightly wrapped in a purple coat. His two long legs are very conspicuous. The waterlon on his chest is one size larger than Elizabeth's, making him a dium size.
She is Edward's eldest sister, Princess Mary who is eleven years older than Edward.
The two went to the monastery to practice so ti ago, and they just ca back now.
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