Your Mightiness

In ancient and modern times, all over the world, there is a strange natural worship of the deer, and they firmly believe that the deer is a symbol of royal power.

China is the Central Plains, and England is a white stag (a stag with horns) in Arthurian legend.Before the cultural exchanges between the East and the West were so frequent, the two sides already had many similar conventions, like a monstrous flood that existed in both Eastern and Western myths. It is difficult to explain how this tacit understanding came about.

The king or queen of England is always obsessed with deer hunting.

Well, the aristocrats in England like it very much. A simple statistic can illustrate how big this influence is - when there are only a few million people in England, there are more than [-] deer parks in England.This kind of scale comparison can only be compared with the ubiquitous churches.

Because of this peculiar deer fetish, England has even derived some strange laws, such as the "Royal Venison License".It was not until 1997 that this license finally withdrew from the stage of history, and the tenacity of its vitality was jaw-dropping.

To put it bluntly, the "royal venison license" is actually a disguised compensation for the royal family, compensation for others who voluntarily or involuntarily give up the right to hunt deer in and around the Royal Deer Park in London.

Licensed people (mainly nobles, officials and senior clergy) can get a ration of venison every year, of course, they need to pay.

This is actually one of the ways for the nobles to make money. They use their licenses to buy venison from the Royal Deer Park at a low price, and then sell it at a high price to wealthy businessmen who have no status and blindly pursue nobility. The sales form of different status is used to support one's family reasonably and legally.

August is so clear about this, of course, because he also has a "royal venison license".Even though August does not live in London, there are none of the "rights" he should enjoy.

In fact, in August's total annual income, the pound that the license can bring him accounts for a large share.

Having said so much, I just want to explain why August is so persistent in the trip to the deer park.To be precise, I am obsessed with going to the Royal Deer Park in London.He got the license, in other words, without the king's permission, he would be legally responsible for going to the Royal Deer Park for activities without permission.

For example, Shakespeare, a famous Renaissance writer, was once arrested for poaching deer.

Auguste could well understand Shakespeare's impulse to do it at the cost of prison, and he had it too, especially since he moved to St James's Palace.It is a great mental torture for him to look at the St. James Deer Park, which is covered with many evergreen trees, open green spaces and wetland lakes.

Hunting is probably a kind of instinct written into the bones of men. Even an nerd like August in his previous life was full of interest in chasing noble stags.

Yes, "chase".

As for whether it can be hunted, that is another matter.

The nine-year-old His Excellency the Duke, looking at his short legs in the fitting mirror, was very desperate for the future.No matter how handsome the riding outfit was put on by him, it could only show a kind of passive cuteness. Even the French men's hat with a golden feather on his head was full of indescribable sense of Q.

August asked his clothing consultant, the old housekeeper, seriously: "Is it not deterrent that I look like this?"

"Why do you have such an idea, it suits you very well." The old butler praised it sincerely, probably even if August put on the emperor's new clothes, he would praise it as a masterpiece of God.

August pointed to Crown Prince Richard who was walking through the yard under the window. This little bun was also full of expectations for the trip to the deer park. Recently, he insisted on wearing riding clothes every day before appearing at the dining table.

In a place where the Baozi crown prince can't see it, but Auguste can see it from a condescending position, many maids are screaming, such a crown prince is so cute.After most things are made into miniature sizes, there will be a sense of cuteness.The crown prince in children's riding clothes is one of them. He is still very unconscious, always thinking that he is handsome.

Faced with such a powerful explanation, the old butler could still say without changing his face: "If you stand with the crown prince, won't the problem be solved?"

August thought for a while, and felt that what the old butler said made sense.

Until... on the morning when they were getting ready to go, the arrogant Miss Mary brought her male companion again and kissed him and the crown prince one by one with unconcealed excitement.

Two aristocratic boys, one big and one small, dressed in similar riding attire, looked up at Miss Mary together, with the same bewildered look on their faces.

A life experience: Cutie X2 will not make Cutie One look majestic, it will only cause a terrible effect greater than 2.

August and the crown prince looked at each other sideways, and silently moved away from each other, with an indescribable dislike for their brothers in their eyes.

Richard II laughed loudly, only watching the excitement, and was not prepared to help.

This time the deer hunting team was mighty, including the king's newly recognized sister Princess Anne, none of the royal family members was left behind, and the noble ministers who were close to the king also brought their family members.Even the Queen Mother, who rarely appears in public, is hard to come by, but she has no intention of riding a horse at all. She just wants to put her hands in black mink hand warmers, wear a matching cloak, and look at her son Play silly with grandson.

For the queen mother who has actually been on the battlefield, killed people, and rebelled, the appearance of her son and grandson hunting deer can only be called stupid.

This little old lady with a very peaceful face, while stroking the fur of the hound, encouraged August: "As long as you are happy."

August always felt that he vaguely saw the banter that shouldn't have been in the eyes of the kind old grandmother.

"Need me to give you a piece of advice, baby?" the Queen Mother asked August with a smile.

"Please."

"Don't hunt deer with Liz, even if she is younger than you and still wears a skirt." The queen mother still has a preference for her grandchildren, at least she would not say this to the crown prince.

Miss Elizabeth, who usually seemed to have no sense of existence, seemed to be a different person after she got on the horse, with sharp eyes and decisive archery. Against the backdrop of experienced knights, hounds and hunting entourage, she wore a red dress The fiery she is still the most conspicuous one, with a valiant and heroic gesture, so handsome that people can't close their legs.

What about the pitiful little white lotus who was bullied?fall!

As the king's daughter, even if she is the nominal illegitimate daughter and the crown prince's maid, the education that Miss Elizabeth should receive is not bad. She is even better than most noble ladies and works hard.

It's just that Miss Elizabeth's usual style of acting is too low-key, and there is a strong Miss Mary charging forward, which creates the illusion that Miss Elizabeth is a transparent person.Only when hunting with her can you understand that she is also the daughter of a serious king, the kind who is silent but has a big heart.

Under such circumstances, August naturally would not humiliate himself and insist on a competition.After all, he was an idiot for the previous seven years, and he only practiced riding and archery in the last year. If he wants to beat Elizabeth, he must cheat.

Mr. Gu has a famous name - Raphael Mortimer.

"How do you want to win?"

"Don't win. Just don't lose face." August didn't have the face to really win his cousin by cheating, he just didn't want to be too embarrassed.

"..." Raphael was full of deep helplessness at August's disappointment, but he wanted to laugh a little, "Well, if that's all you want, then you can satisfy yourself."

"Eh?"

After the hunt started, August quickly understood what Raphael meant.

First of all, the number of prey under the name of the knights will be counted as lords. August can compare most of the pampered nobles on the scene to scum with only the brave and skilled knight leader Andre.

Secondly, most of the deer in the deer park are meat deer raised in captivity. The meaning of existence is similar to that of poultry. After a summer of pasture feeding, and the crazy fat storage method of nuts before winter, most of them are too fat to run; plus there are knights scavenging on one side, dispersing the herd of deer, and destroying them one by one, surrounded by so many people Even a fool can hunt a deer successfully.

August has encountered such a silly deer several times. No matter how close August leads people, the deer rarely run away, and one even ran towards August stupidly. Come here, act like a baby and beg for feeding.

August: ...

Although I would like to know that Richard II even brought the three-year-old crown prince this time, not to mention those noble ladies who are wearing big skirts and have difficulty walking. A game of coaxing children and ladies, there must be no dangerous animals in the deer park.But there is no danger, and there is still a difference from taking the initiative to deliver the goods to your door, right?

Will the behind-the-scenes preparation team dare to take a snack? !