There are rare sunny days in England in April.

　　 Today is sunny, everything is cute. In the lush pastures of Windsor Castle in Berkshire, King George III sat under the parasol with a smile, watching his favorite son Frederick gallop on a horse in the distance.

　　 "Sophie, our little Frederick has grown up. He rides a horse exactly the same way I did when I was young, but if I let go of the reins, I am sure I can't catch him anymore."

　　Queen Charlotte gave her husband an angry glance, and continued to lower her head to shoot Princess Amelia’s milk hiccups, once and again, carefully and tenderly.

　　 "It should be, my respected Majesty."

　　 Her English has a strong German accent, hard and crisp, and a bit vague.

　　 "You are not old, he has grown up, you insist on riding for hunting, but he is a real soldier."

　　 "He is already a major in the Army, and then he will be a lieutenant colonel and a colonel. He will soon become an excellent general."

　　 "A steed is a good companion to a general. If my child is no better than an amateur hunter in equestrianism, as a mother, how can I safely let him on the battlefield?"

　　 "Blessed posture..."

　　 The good-tempered King George III subconsciously touched his bulging belly, then glanced at the guests around him awkwardly, and decided to change the subject without arguing.

　　He picked up a document from the table and handed it to behind Queen Charlotte: "Sophie, come and see this."

"what is this?"

　　 The queen saw the brightly-colored stamp at the top of the document, which symbolized the level of confidentiality, and immediately retracted her stretched hand.

　　 "Although I am curious, Your Majesty, good women shouldn't participate in politics. I'm going to teach Amelia this."

　　 "Amelia is only one and a half years old..."

　　 "She is the daughter of the most noble man in the world, and she should have learned it earlier than the average woman."

"Okay." George III shrugged indifferently. "My wife is adhering to the right, and I have no reason to oppose it. But this document from Africa is not all about politics. At least in nature, it is related to the royal family. The relationship is actually closer than the country."

　　 "From Africa... is it Mr. Willow Baker?"

　　 George III laughed.

　　 He winked at the guests around him: "Look, Drake Qing, I said earlier that the queen would not read confidential documents, and even if she didn't read it, she could easily guess the contents."

　　 "God bless England."

　　 Shaq put down the tea cup, took out a golden pound from his arms expressionlessly and handed it to George III with both hands, and said flattering words in a smooth voice.

　　 "For England to have such a wise Highness, the minister is willing to bet and lose."

　　 Queen Charlotte saw Yunshan Mist: "Your Majesty, what are you and Drake Qing?"

　　 "A small bet that is good for the body and mind." George III cried out the golden pound and listened to the unique chime of precious metals contentedly, "Drake Qing, briefly talk about the contents of the file with the queen."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Shaq cleared his throat and sat down. "The manager of the Royal African Company Vero Baker reported to Buckingham Palace and sent a copy to the Admiralty. On March 25, 1785, the British-Malaysian friendly trade agreement ended after seven rounds of negotiations. On March 28, the two parties formally signed a contract in Muscat, the capital of the Sultanate of Muscat. The Deputy Admiral of the Royal Navy's African Fleet, Major General Cornwallis and Manager Baker, signed the originals on behalf of Great Britain and the Royal Family. The core content is twofold. "

　　 "One, Great Britain assisted the Sultanate in the construction of the two docks in Sohar and Matera, and oversaw tax, customs, judicial and defense matters for them for the next 68 years."

"British laws are in force in the two quay areas from now on. British gentlemen will form a parade court. The customs and taxation departments shall be presided over by the United Kingdom. The garrison at the pier shall not be larger than 154 ships and four companies of 480 Marines. Both the garrison military expenses and the construction cost of the pier are The maximum deduction is not more than 50% per year."

　　 "Second, Great Britain leases Mahira Island in the Sultanate for 99 years, with an annual rent of £12 per square mile, calculated at £3,000, and Great Britain has the right to unconditionally renew the lease once for 99 years."

　　 Queen Charlotte opened her mouth in surprise: "Sultanate of Muscat, that is..."

"That's a country established by the Omanis of West Asia last year, Sophie, their land area is about twice the size of the British Isles, or maybe even bigger." George III added, "And you know, Omanis have excellent people. The nautical technology, Sudan has the strongest navy in the Arab world and the best admiral...at least it once had."

"what about now?"

　　 "The admiral is still there, but there is no more fleet for him to command."

　　 Amazing news.

Queen Charlotte blinked her eyes a few times: "Your Majesty, I will not question the authenticity of this document. But have you ever thought about it, if it is really a country established by the Omani, how could Mr. Send the documents to England?"

"It's not surprising. He borrowed the communication channel of the Drake Chamber of Commerce." George III laughed weirdly. "From Muscat to the Red Sea, go ashore in Egypt, and then cross the Mediterranean from Alexandria to Toulon. , And then traverse France and send the letter to Plymouth through the strait. The whole journey will be a clipper, and the longest will not exceed ten days."

　　 "I seem to have heard an unfamiliar top chaebol." The queen murmured secretly, "Your Majesty, do you say that the chamber of commerce is called Drake?"

　　George III glanced at Shaq inexplicably, and Shaq sat down right away: "It has nothing to do with Tavistock, Your Majesty."

　　 "I know that neither the war nor the Chamber of Commerce has anything to do with the Baron Tavistock's house..." George III shook his head and flipped through another document on the table. "Chen Drake, your brother is very capable."

　　 Shake pursed her mouth and did not speak, Queen Charlotte's eyes swam around among the pair of monarchs and ministers, suddenly smelling a strong fragrance called "Gossip".

　　 "I want to know, Your Majesty." She said with a smile.

　　 George III sorted out his vocabulary in his heart: "Does Sophie remember that little follower from Elia? Sixteen years ago, we went to Westminster to baptize Sophia..."

"It's the little stubborn pagan believer in the Drake family!" Queen Charlotte was excited, "I remember his name was... Lorraine, Lorraine Drake! I remember that little guy clearly, he was born. Star."

　　 The doubtful emotions turned to Shaq this time: "Sorry, your majesty, in my impression, you and your majesty never seem to have met my pagan brother..."

"I have seen it, although it is not official." George III said with a smile, "Princess Sophia was born sixteen years ago. We took her to Westminster Abbey and asked Archbishop Berwick to baptize her. It was raining that day. The archbishop was fighting with a child in the backyard when we arrived."

　　 "Squawl?!" Shaq's eyes widened.

"Isn't it an unforgettable scene?" The queen also laughed, "Your father was called by His Majesty to testify for Sophia's baptism. Although your brother is a pagan, he still wants to know how the baby chooses his own. Faith, so it also followed."

"As a result, your brother overturned the holy water that the archbishop prepared for Sophia and poured it all on him. The archbishop thought it was God's will and decided to break his oath and become the godfather of your brother, but your brother did not want it. "

"I have never seen a dignified and tolerant archbishop pulling a child by the ear to force him to change his faith, let alone a child who dared to tear the archbishop's red shirt and wipe his nose... But His Majesty was right. They were indeed fighting together at the time. , And the fight was fierce."

　　 Shaq's lips trembled a little: "Why... how did it happen?"

"It's a pity that my Majesty and I still don't know how things have developed to this point." Queen Charlotte is really sorry. She sighed and said, "The two parties, your father and the archbishop, are concerned about the process of the matter. Quietly, your brother is a little clever ghost. He broke free from the archbishop when we appeared, and ran over the wall."