Chapter 52 Private Conversation
"Gentlemen! Let's talk about it tomorrow!" The Earl of Warwick also stood up, bowing and apologizing to the ministers who were talking a lot. He swaggered open the door of the conference room and walked out.
Then Bishop Thomas also stood up tremblingly, bowed to the ministers, and slowly walked out of the meeting room without waiting for everyone to return the salute.
"Okay! Gentlemen! Let's break up!" Duke Houghton also got up, said in his hoarse voice, and beat the floor with his crutches, reminding the stunned ministers.
The Earl of Southampton and Baron Seymour also left the conference room. The rest of the people looked around and got up and left their seats.
Coincidentally, the Earl of Wellington and the Earl of Boswell were the last to leave. The two quarreled at the meeting, and they talked and laughed like friends after meeting after the meeting.
"Dear Earl Wellington! I wish you a happy life today." Earl Boswell smiled cheerfully, as if proving that there was no conflict between the two, and shook hands with him.
"You too! Earl Boswell! I wish you a happy day!" Earl Wellington's friendly wish, the voice is very sincere.
Then the two boarded their own carriages, and while the horses were galloping, the two went farther and farther until they could no longer see the person facing them.
Earl Boswell finally couldn't hold back while the carriage was driving. He raised the corners of his mouth, gasped for air, and kept beating the doors and windows of the carriage with both hands, making a bang sound.
The groom held the mentality that he had nothing to do with himself, and there was no look of surprise on his face, and he was still driving the carriage in his hand seriously.
"Damn Edward Wellington, isn't it just that his nephew is a general in the army? There is no one who is immortal in a war in the world! What are you afraid of!" Earl Boswell cursed bitterly, the eyebrows on his face They all shrunk into a ball, which shows how bad his mood is!
Can he not be in a bad mood! If the war against Scotland could start this time, his arsenal would have at least an order for 5,000 matchlock guns, which would bring him tens of thousands of pounds in income.
This is higher than the normal five-year income of the factory. What was supposed to be a sure thing, was interrupted by Earl Wellington, and the business almost failed. How could he let this go.
"Yves! Turn around and go to the Duke's Mansion of Somerset first!" The earl suddenly remembered the Duke's Mansion not far from here, and quickly ordered the middle-aged groom who was driving.
"Yes! Your Excellency!" Mafu Yves has always been taciturn, and he responded straightforwardly. There was no follow-up, and he slowly drove the carriage to the Duke's mansion.
"Whoa! Whoa! Lord Earl! The Duke's Mansion is here!" As a groom, Yves is qualified, and within a short while, Earl Boswell was smoothly delivered to the door of the Duke's Mansion.
"Understood! Help me down first!" The earl's voice was very calm. Evidently, the journey had transformed the earl's mood into a normal state of mind.
Yves consciously took an ottoman, placed it next to the carriage, and helped the fat Earl down.
Afterwards, he trotted to the gate of the Duke's Mansion, and saluted the waiter who was guarding the gate. After all, the power of the Duke is still very hot in England, and there is an endless stream of nobles and businessmen who come to see him.
"Hello! I am the servant of the Earl of Boswell, and my Lord Earl is here to visit His Excellency the Duke!"
Yves said politely to the young servant, and behaved very politely.
"Okay! I'm going to report right now! Please wait a moment with the Earl!"
When he was young, the waiter glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him, and then glanced at the distance. A rich man in aristocratic costumes was waiting beside the gorgeous carriage, looking at this place unhurriedly.
Soon, Duke Edward received the news of Earl Boswell's arrival, and hurried to the gate to greet his important supporter in person.
The figure of Duke Edward appeared at the door of the Duke's Mansion, and Earl Boswell, who was not far away, saw it and hurried to meet him.
"Earl Boswell! My friend! You are welcome!" Duke Edward's tone was very enthusiastic, the corners of his mouth parted, and he shook the earl's hand with a smile.
"I'm glad to meet you too! Dear Your Excellency the Duke!" The Earl said enthusiastically, the eyebrows under his forehead also raised, obviously he liked the Duke's polite approach.
Then, the two came to the study together, and there were several servants at the door strictly guarding the door. It was obvious that the Duke also knew that there must be something wrong with the arrival of the Earl of Boswell.
The two chatted for a while about other things to warm up the atmosphere. When the time came, the Earl decided to try his attitude, so he said slowly:
"My lord duke! I am shocked that the Earl of Wellington opposed your proposal today!"
"I know the Earl of Wellington's thoughts. He has no heirs and only his nephew is the heir, and his nephew can't make mistakes!"
Duke Edward glanced at Earl Boswell, who was full of consideration for him, blinked his eyes, and then said unhurriedly.
"But! You can't give up the expedition to Scotland for his nephew! This is the most important military operation for us to reform the Holy Church!"
At present, after Edward Seymour's reform in the first half of 1547, the reform of the whole of England has reached the bottleneck, that is to say, it has reached the deep water area. However, relying on Edward's current prestige, it is no longer possible to deepen the reform, and external forces must be used to help him.
And Edward and his assistants agreed that only a hearty victory can boost Edward's prestige and promote the process of religious reform in England.
There are too many such examples in history, such as the Wang Anshi reform that we are familiar with.
After several years of reform, Wang Anshi decided to let the war test the benefits of the reform, so as to convince the domestic opposition forces.
Therefore, in the sixth year of Xining (1073) in the Northern Song Dynasty, under the command of Wang Anshi, Wang Shao, the envoy of Song Xihe Road, led an army to attack Tubo, recovered five prefectures including He, Tao, and Min, expanded more than 2,000 miles of land, and pacified the Qiang people. 300,000 tents, this was an unprecedented military victory in the Northern Song Dynasty, and it also established a favorable front for attacking the Xixia area.
Unfortunately, within a few years, after the death of Song Shenzong, in the eighth year of Yuanfeng (1085), when Song Zhezong came to the throne, Empress Dowager Gao listened to the government behind a curtain, appointed Sima Guang as prime minister, and almost all the new laws were abolished.
Even the achievements of Wang Anshi's period of expanding the land for thousands of miles were all returned to Xixia by the glorious image of Sima Guang in history, and the achievements of the reform were almost destroyed.
Hearing this, Duke Edward couldn't help feeling turmoil in his heart. Regarding his political ideal of reforming the Holy Church, he must complete it.
"Don't worry! My Lord Earl! I will let the bill pass! Your factory is ready to start!"
Edward's words ignited Earl Boswell's heart, and he almost thought of his prosperous, relaxed and happy life next year.
As for the little thought that was pointed out by Duke Edward, Earl Boswell has already hidden it deeply in his heart. After all, the proud self-esteem of the nobleman cannot bear to expose the face of the nobleman in person.
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