My British Empire

  Chapter 362 Prince Philip and his wife

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  In 1555, on July 7th, although the weather was not beautiful and there was a little bit of rain, the crowds on the streets of London did not decrease much, and the lively and prosperous atmosphere was fully revealed.

  Stinton Pier, the light rain in the sky is like lines, like silver threads flying in the air, making people fall in love with it unconsciously.

  The residents of London are used to this kind of light rain, especially this kind of rain. Compared with the continuous light rain, the weather is already relatively good.

  No need to open an umbrella, let alone a raincoat, just a hat is enough to get you out of the trouble of rainy days.

  If you go to the streets of London at this time, you will find that no matter men, women, old or young, gentlemen and common people, they will wear a hat on their heads. At a glance, it seems that they have entered a jungle of hats.

   Therefore, hat culture is also etiquette among English people. In formal occasions, everyone needs a hat.

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

Without further ado.

  At this moment, at Stington Pier, the most prosperous place in London, there is not a single merchant ship, not even a trace of the coolies begging for food.

  If those merchants know about it, they will definitely be surprised.

  The cargo ships entering and leaving the Stington Wharf every day accounted for one-fifth of the total number of merchant ships entering and leaving London, and the tax received every day was no less than hundreds of pounds.

   It can be said that this is a huge cornucopia, and one day of shutdown will make the tax officials heartbroken.

  The Stington pier was cleaned over and over again by the cleaners. The ground was sprinkled with clean water, and a red carpet of more than a hundred feet was spread, with flower petals sprinkled on it, and the fragrance was pleasant.

  On both sides of the red carpet, guards wearing bearskin caps and red jackets held their heads high and their chests held high, looking meticulous.

  Although there are no ships docked at the large pier, it doesn't look lonely at all.

  The guards with matchlock guns on their shoulders patrolled the pier back and forth in a team of ten, their eyes wide open, and the only sound of their boots was heard from the entire pier.

  At the mouth of the Thames, a luxurious armed merchant ship, escorted by four powerful Galen warships, went upstream along the Thames.

  Seeing such a sea armed force that should not be underestimated, defending the sentry on the bank of the Thames, and confirming his identity frightenedly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

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

   Moreover, according to their understanding, this small fleet accounts for one-third of the English navy. If they swarm up, London will be reduced to ashes.

   Fortunately, this is not the enemy.

  The sentry soldier thought silently in his heart.

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

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

  Princess Mary looked back, her young husband's handsome face was very close, even close to her face.

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

   "Philip, don't get so close, there are people beside you!"

  Princess Mary glanced at the expressionless and silent maids and guards standing around, and pushed Prince Philip's chest feebly, speaking in a coquettish and soft voice.

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

  Prince Philip showed a faint smile on his handsome face, lowered his head, and whispered softly next to Princess Mary's pink ear, and finally, his voice was suddenly amplified and shook the cabin.

  Hearing this, the bodies of the bowed maids and the straight guards began to tremble, and their heads lowered even lower.

  Seeing this, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of Princess Mary's mouth, her eyes were crooked, full of love, enough to overwhelm people.

  Mary likes the domineering appearance of Prince Philip, especially coupled with his handsome appearance, which is very charming and makes her heart tremble.

  Marie was favored by her father Henry VIII when she was a child, but she was abandoned when she was a girl. Her father's love was gone, and her mother passed away. In fact, in her heart, she has always longed to be cared for, longing for the care of the whole country as she was when she was a child.

  At this time, Prince Philip entered her life, young, domineering, handsome, and that kind of powerful aura, which made her unconsciously fall into the gentle offensive of Prince Philip.

  The same is true for Prince Philip. Princess Mary's body exudes a fragrance that is similar to that of other ladies. Her temperament is high and cold, she has no desire for power, and her mature demeanor fascinates him deeply.

   More importantly, Princess Mary has something in common with him—both are devout Catholics, which makes him overjoyed.

  Two devout Catholics, an excellent match for statecraft and other aspects.

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

  So, for this future queen, Prince Philip is still satisfied. The only regret is that the two have no heirs so far.

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

  Princess Mary looked up at the calm Thames River. Five years later, the Thames 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 my news, your younger brother has been doing well recently!"

  Prince Philip followed her gaze, looked at the river, and smiled softly, with a different meaning in his tone.

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

   "It's nothing, in Ireland, only a few tribes we supported were wiped out by his people, and there was no disturbance in the court, no one cares!"

  Hearing this sentence, Mary breathed a sigh of relief. She has stayed in Spain for five years, but she knows how powerful Spain is. The current England has no strength to stop this powerful empire.

   Upon hearing that this was the case, and it was still in this remote island of Ireland, Princess Mary smiled indifferently.

  Prince Philip waited until he saw his wife showing a relaxed expression, then he rubbed her beautiful long hair, sniffed the charming fragrance, and the smile on his face gradually subsided.

   In fact, although the father and court ministers did not care at all about 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, the kind of fanaticism for occupying land.

  (end of this chapter)