Human dimension reduction

Since the large-scale use of steam technology, the weather conditions in London have been deteriorating. Only in suburban manors can we see clear skies without smog. It is the Stuart family who control the core points of steam technology and use it to extort money.

This aristocratic surname with the same long history as the royal family has had countless high-ranking members. For a long time, the change of the throne was manipulated by this family, and some people even gave them a nickname——King Maker Si Tuart.

This title is obviously not liked by the kings, but it is still secretly circulated among the nobles.

The Stuart family is rich in intrigues and politicians. If they are willing to submit, they will obviously be the best ministers. However, few kings dare to trust a Stuart wholeheartedly—one who puts his own interests above his own. All vipers.

Before the death of Edward IV, considering that the Prince of Wales was still young and unable to control the government independently, the king who knew the way of balance conferred his younger brother as the Protector, and at the same time recalled Stanley, who was the consul in Northern Gaul. The Duke of Tuart made him a mentor to the young king and assisted the Prince of Wales to become a qualified ruler.

It's hard to say whether this decision is wrong, at least because of Stuart's existence, Gloucester has not yet dared to act rashly.

The little king is wearing a complete set of complicated and gorgeous clothes. Every inch of the white silk shirt is embroidered with golden patterns. Lace and rose elements are used extensively. The fluffy loose lotus leaf sleeves hang down nearly a foot of translucent fabric. The cardigan jacket is mainly in dark red and dark black, with a white rose totem locked on the edge. With his neck down, his slightly thin face was hidden in the fine down.

The king's light golden curly hair was tied by Aiden with a dark green ribbon. Without a crown or hat, he sat alone in front of the table and chair in the sun room. There was another chair opposite him. On the table was a three-layer silver Quality snack stand.

Aiden was sitting not far away with the king's red velvet cloak in his hand. This was a distance just enough not to hear the king's whisper but not to miss the king's order-at any time, it was impossible for the His Holiness to be really close. It was absolutely disrespectful and disrespectful.

Being able to keep a distance is the "alone time" that members of the royal family can have.

Receiving the cue from the knight guarding the door of the sun room, Aiden got up and walked over, and it took nearly 10 minutes before he reappeared in the king's field of vision. This time he was followed by another person, and he could see the other person over Aiden's head. He has long, dark, thick, curly hair that shone like silk in the sun.

"Your Majesty, allow me to introduce to you, this is the Lord Seal Keeper, the First Consul of Northern Gaul, the Honorable Duke of Stuart and the Marquess of Manchester, hired by your father, His Majesty Edward IV. Master, Sir William Stuart."

Aiden finished the introduction sternly, then turned to the visitor, raised his head and held his chest high and said: "My lord, before you is the king blessed by God to rule the kingdom and other territories and territories, the defender and leader of the state religion, the great and honorable Edward His Majesty the fifth."

After following the etiquette introduction, Aiden bowed his head slightly and exited the conversation between the distinguished teachers and students. From now on, unless the king summons him, or the duke does something unfavorable to the king, he will always be a qualified invisible person .

Edward rolled his eyes and set his sights on the great noble who was too young for his status and power.

William Stuart.

He looks like a scholar soaked in a library, with a thin face, a high nose bridge, glasses with silver mirror chains, a pair of dark blue eyes under the high browbones, and long dark curly hair Hanging on his shoulders, a few strands of curly hair fell on the side of his face, dispelling the oppressive feeling of being immersed in power for a long time, coupled with the corners of his lips that have been slightly raised, he can be called a kind and gentle man at first glance. university tutor.

"His Majesty."

Stuart bowed to the little king on the chair and saluted, revealing a section of the snow-white back of his neck. His clothes were similar to Edward's, they were all piled up with precious stones, gold threads, lace, and silk in a gorgeous and luxurious style, but this kind of The flamboyant beauty did not cover up his calm and sharp aura.

A politician who is very good at disguising himself.

Edward looked away, without looking too much for too long, stretched out his hand, let Stuart kiss the ring with the king's emblem on it, and then motioned to him for the seat opposite: "Please sit down, Your Excellency the Duke."

Stuart's fingers were hard and cold, the mirror chain grazed the skin on the back of the king's hand, his soft lips only touched the ring lightly and left quickly, until he sat down, he corrected with a smile: "You don't need to treat me Using the honorific title, I am just an insignificant teacher invited by your father, so what do you want me to teach you?"

The first sentence was obviously a polite way of saying that anyone who really thinks William Stuart is an insignificant man must not be far from his own death.

And the second sentence...

Stuart looked across the table at the little king, who was as beautiful as a noble lady, raised his eyes and looked straight at him. Those green pupils were like the waves of the boundless forest: "Didn't my father tell you what I should study?"

Stuart still smiled calmly: "The previous king asked me to teach you to be a qualified, excellent, benevolent and majestic monarch. Since you want to be the ruler of the kingdom, why not start by understanding your own territory?"

The little king looked at him silently for a while, then nodded.

So Stuart started to introduce the territory of the kingdom and the nobles guarding the various places from a good point. It has to be said that he is definitely a very talented person, with profound knowledge, concise and funny words, and can outline the general appearance of a place in just a few sentences , and know the local conditions and customs of various places in detail, even if Edward suddenly asks an off-the-wall question, he can get a detailed answer.

This is unquestionable genius.

"We went to war with Gaul 15 years ago and seized a piece of land in the north from the Atlach Mountains to the Ruhr Heights. Northern Gaul has become your territory. The people here are very hostile to us..."

"But you are the consul here?" the little king asked suddenly.

Stuart nodded: "Yes, my title does include the First Consul of Northern Gaul,

This territory was then claimed by my father, George Stuart, at a time when the late king was fighting in the south with Edward of Lancaster, and the war lasted six months, and the late king was grateful for the treatment of the Stuarts. support, let us serve as the consuls of northern Gaul. "

"However, there are many interesting customs in Northern Gaul. At the Ribbon Festival in August every year, women will weave ribbons and go to the church, and they can give the ribbons to the first man they meet on the road..."

Stuart quickly changed the subject without a trace, and focused on all kinds of innocuous and interesting folk customs. If his subject was an ordinary noble young master, such a topic would obviously be very appropriate and interesting, but His student is a king.

- The learning focus should not be the king of "fun".

While Stuart told those interesting stories, he observed the little king in front of him. From the beginning to now, the ruler of the kingdom only said three words to him, and most of the time he listened silently.

A very patient child, who knows that silence is already a very good character, especially under the conditions of self-defense, he did not rashly make reckless requests...

On the way here, Stuart wondered if the young king would be impatient to ask about Lancaster's movements in the north, or other information related to politics and military affairs, but the little king in front of him was more than he thought. Be smart.

Of course, if the king asks, as a courtier, he will definitely tell the truth, but then who will the king face with suspicion and vigilance... Then it is not a courtier's business.

The blond little king listened silently to the knowledge of these distant lands, and when Stuart stopped appropriately, he nodded politely to him: "Thank you very much for your explanation today, tonight the Vice-General of the Palace of Westminster There will be a ball, and my secretary will send an invitation, and I hope you will attend."

William Stuart closed the hard-shell book, and smiled just right to the young monarch behind the table: "Thank you for your invitation."

He stood up, lowered his head, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the king's steward sitting in the distance approaching, putting the heavy scarlet cloak in his hand on the king's shoulders, the translucent snow-white lace sleeves slid across the table, and the golden silk The precious stones dance with a faint clear brilliance.

He turned his body slightly according to the direction of the king's action, always facing the king, and didn't straighten his body until the opponent's figure was covered by bushes.

In the emerald green light gap between the overlapping leaves, you can also see the subtle light of gold threads and precious stones flickering and disappearing.

... A young and immature ruler, a weak chick in the whirlpool, a little dove who can only pray for mercy from the ambitious.

William Stuart took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose, folded them casually, and threw them on the table. Without the shading and softening of the lenses, the sharp and indifferent arrogance in his dark blue pupils appeared at a glance.

Cold, arrogant, and violent, this is the true face of the de facto ruler of Northern Gaul, the first consul.

In order not to scare the young little king, he took great pains.

Edward walked out of the sun room, and a figure who had been waiting at the door for an unknown amount of time suddenly turned around, the Duke of York with baby fat on his cheeks, his eyes sparkling, he ran over and took his hand: "Brother, is he finished class? Where are you going now? Did Stuart bully you?"

"Your Highness!" Aiden, who was following closely behind the king, warned in a warning.

Richard instantly understood the meaning of the king's steward, curled his lips, and corrected slowly: "Okay, then, Your Excellency, Duke Stuart, did he bully you?"

The childish accent made Aiden's expression a little helpless, but this time he didn't say anything more, because he saw the king bowed his head and smiled at the Duke of York. The smile was still conniving and gentle as always, and at the same time he shook his head at himself. .

Well, His Majesty always indulges the Duke of York in this way. It is a good thing that brotherhood is deep, but if His Highness York keeps talking like this...

Aiden stopped thinking about it, and the king who was walking in front turned around and asked him, "How is the preparation for tonight's banquet?"

At the same time, he stroked his brother's soft pale golden hair with his free hand: "Richard is still young, so there is no need to go."

The Duke of York was obediently enjoying his elder brother's head stroking just now, but when he heard this, he stiffened his neck, his face was a little ugly, and he was about to say something, when he caught a glimpse of Aiden behind him, he frowned and swallowed his words.

"Don't worry, this is not a very difficult matter," the little king comforted his younger brother in a brisk tone, "and there is Duke Stuart here, if there is any difficulty, he will help me."

When he said this, a meaningful smile appeared on the young king's face.

Richard pursed his lips in confusion, and made up his mind to persuade this crazy outsider to give up his idea when no one was around. There will be many nobles at the banquet, and if he misses the truth, he will face a very bad situation.

Of course, Richard didn't care about the life and death of this outsider, he was only worried that his brother would be involved...and this consequence was inevitable.

But Richard tried hard all afternoon, but couldn't find a chance to be alone with him.

This is not difficult to understand. First of all, the king always needs someone to accompany him. Aiden is considered a resident, and the king will have a teacher when he is in class, and there will be a group of knights around him in the equestrian class, not to mention Richard himself. In the morning, the king said "Take care of Richard", and the servants easily took away the resisting Duke of York, causing Richard to twist his nose in anger.

—I helped you get to know my brother better and play him better, but I didn't let you apply it to me!

Time passed so quickly. The maids from aristocratic families sent the Duke of York into the king's bedroom. They sat smiling and doing handicrafts and chatting. While imagining the grand scene at the banquet, they noticed whether the Duke of York on the bed sleep tight.

In the banquet hall, the little king sat first, and the Duke of Gloucester naturally occupied the seat on the right. The gas lamps gave off a slightly yellowish luster, reflecting the rich religious colors and brightly textured tapestry on the wall. The servants shuttled silently between the seats, delivering white porcelain plates to the guests one by one.

Roast beef and venison exuding the aroma of fat are placed on beautifully patterned porcelain plates, emerald green basil leaves and cumin are dotted around the corners, and reddish decorations are decorated with flowers next to the knives.

A chunky vase is placed at regular intervals on the long table, with huge and plump roses hanging down petals in all directions, ensuring that guests can see the graceful flower shape from every angle.

And in the open space in front of the long table, a small band was briskly playing forest tunes.