My British Empire

  Chapter 275 Massacre

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   After suppressing the two biggest riots since he came to the throne, the young king suddenly found that he felt a little lonely for no reason.

   These days, food supplies are purchased from the counties, militias in the counties are signed, and some weapons are purchased from warehouses and Europe.

   Even, Edward is planning to send people to the German region to recruit mercenaries to join in the suppression of the riots.

   This is also the worst plan. After all, although the strength of the mob is not strong, the strength of the militia is not much stronger, and the difference in strength is not that great.

  Fortunately, in the end, even Marquis William, who had suffered a crushing defeat at the beginning, had a big reversal, which made Edward's jaw drop in shock.

   After thinking about it carefully, the young king believed that with the help of Marquis William, he would definitely be unable to defeat the mob that had expanded to more than 40,000 people.

   Moreover, the strategy used was hard to figure out with his brain.

   "There must be someone behind him!" The corners of Edward's mouth curled up, his lips moved softly, and he said a wordless sentence.

   Just when the young king was very proud, "Zhi—"

   There was a sound next to his ear, Edward turned his head and saw a pretty figure walked in.

  Lucy is one year older than Edward, so today's fifteen-year-old girl is like a budding flower, full of immaturity and youthfulness, not as mature, steady, or even perfectly developed as her older sister.

   And Lucy's temperament is playful and youthful. If I use one word to describe the whole thing, it can only be lively.

  So, even though Lucy walked in with a maid's etiquette, holding a cup of tea, her steps were steady and strong.

  However, Edward looked around her face, and the playful and lively aura could not be concealed even if he wanted to, and it was fully exposed.

   "Your Majesty, drink tea—" Lucy said uncharacteristically, holding her voice, and said in a calm voice.

   "Eh! Lucy, who are you?" The king opened his mouth in surprise, and asked the girl who was very different from the past in doubt.

   "Your Majesty, I'm here to bring you tea!" Lucy pretended not to understand, and said in a daze, her little face was full of innocent expressions.

   "My Lucy, you should go back to the original! I'm not used to this kind of you!"

  Edward shook his head with a wry smile, and said to the maturely dressed Lucy, with an unbearable look.

  Seeing this, Lucy didn't take it seriously, she still straightened her body, and brought the tea in her hand step by step.

  Edward glanced at the steaming green tea, then at Lucy with an expectant expression, then picked up the blue porcelain cup, pointed it at his mouth, and took a sip.

  Suddenly, a hot stream flowed from the throat to the chest, and the whole chest was warmed up immediately, and the fragrance of tea came out from the lips, which made Edward feel comfortable and relaxed.

  To be honest, even if he is the king of England, the tea he drinks is not even as good as the dozens of Huangshan Maofeng he drank in his previous life, which is extremely bitter.

However, as a young college student, Edward doesn't know much about drinking tea. He can only roughly tell whether it is good or bad. hobbies.

  So, it can be said that he is only slightly better than the cow chewing peony.

   Seeing His Majesty the King's expression of enjoyment, Lucy showed a sweet smile, with open eyes and two naughty dimples on her face.

  Looking at Lucy's warm smile, Edward felt even warmer in his heart.

  Wait, why is Lucy's small breast bulging? Yesterday it was a Fuji apple, but today it suddenly turned into a big pear. Is there such an operation?

  Lucy noticed that His Majesty's eyes were focused on her chest, and she didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, she retracted her stomach and straightened it up, setting off its incomparably tall and attractive size.

   "Lucy, you are very beautiful today!" Edward thought for a while, and praised the pretty Lucy.

   "Is this true? Your Majesty!" Lucy asked with surprise.

  When the king nodded, a flower bloomed on his face, bright and moving.

   "Sure enough, my sister is right. Your Majesty likes women with big breasts. Mine is still too small!"

  Lucy thought silently in her heart, then turned her eyes down, glanced at her own small chest, and her eyes suddenly dimmed.

   "But, the you today is still not as good-looking as the you before!"

  Edward shook his head, sighed softly, with an exaggerated expression of regret on his face.

  Seeing this, Lucy didn't know that His Majesty the King was comforting herself indirectly, and her heart suddenly sweetened.

   "Your Majesty, you have worked hard!" Lucy walked behind Edward very sensiblely, gently pinching his shoulders with her small hands, rubbing two small bumps on his back from time to time, and the feeling was hard to explain.

  While Edward was enjoying himself, the door of the room was opened again. Edward turned his head and saw Emma, ​​the secretary, also walked in with two huge legs.

  Emma glanced at the king, and suddenly turned her eyes to Lucy behind him, her eyes flickering, full of inexplicable meaning.

  Afterwards, she walked to Edward's side step by step with her long straight legs, held her skirt, and gave a lady's salute.

  After that, he pretended to see Lucy's surprised expression suddenly, called "Sister Lucy", and saluted lightly.

   And Lucy also nodded kindly at Emma, ​​and then her eyes slowly focused on her chest, and her pupils suddenly dilated.

   And Emma didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, she stood up tremblingly, but looked straight ahead, looking at the young king.

  Lucy, who had always been a little childish, suddenly saw this provocative movement, and the movement of her hands suddenly increased, and she clenched her silver teeth tightly.

  Edward reckoned that if her subordinates were not massaging her, they would have been wiped out long ago.

   "What's the matter? Emma!" Edward looked at the girl secretary and asked a little strangely.

   "Your Majesty, Norwich sent a letter saying that the Marquess of Pall massacred innocent people. It is conservatively estimated that at least 5,000 people were killed!"

  Hearing this number, Edward trembled in his heart, and then calmed down.

  As the king, he is still sure of bearing this amount!

  So many people, it must be the massacre of those mobs by Marquis William, even some people who surrendered or fled.

  Marquis William's behavior is a common practice in this era. As for not killing captives, that is the treatment that nobles can enjoy.

   As for why there are so many people, it is probably the revenge of Marquis William for the last defeat!

   Fortunately, he didn't send troops to rob Norwich, otherwise! hehe

  (end of this chapter)