chapter 26 - arthur suffers a loss

 Edward waited until Grenville had been taken away by Lucy, then also got up and went to his study to continue reading his original book on ethics.

 There was no talk all night.

 The next day, Edward was dressed in sophisticated clothes under the ministrations of Lucy and Luna.

 After breakfast Edward made his way to the stables, and by now Arthur was snorting and whinnying and stomping at the door.

 Once he saw Edward, Arthur looked even more excited and stomped the door a lot harder.

 Edward was also a horse lover, especially having crossed over in his last life when he was less than twenty years old, and in all honesty he had never even touched a woman's second base, much less in actual combat.

 So in a world where you can keep a horse and ride steeds that even twenty-first century billionaires don't have a chance at, it's a blast.

 Edward's love for Arthur was from within. Seeing Arthur torturing the bunker door with a series of kicks, Edward came to Arthur's threshold in spite of the stable boy.

 Running his hands through Arthur's white sideburns, which gave a hint of softness in his hands, and a little bit of softness in the middle, and a little bit of lumpy hands.

 At Edward's gentle touch, Arthur's witty eyes took on a cheerful look and he kicked even more cheerfully.

 "You're a wicked boy! You'll pay for the kick!" Edward casually placed his hand on Arthur's long, fleshy ear again, which had lost a lot of its fur as the summer progressed. The whole ear had filled out with a fleshy color and looked very cute.

 Opening the fence, Arthur happily lolled out his tongue and acted cute in front of Edward, unfortunately it was winks to the blind, Edward wasn't the least bit cute by it, he was a lover of beautiful women, and could and would only be cute by them.

 "Hey! Did you feed it grass?" "Yes! Your Majesty the King, I also fed Arthur three eggs today!" The horseman was suddenly asked by Edward, he couldn't help but freeze, and only reacted after a while, probably because he didn't expect that His Majesty the King would ask a question to him, a lowly slave, and looked at Edward a little nervously as he answered back.

 Keeping horses is exhausting work.

 Horses are equine animals, folk have a rumor, horses do not eat night grass fat is not fat. So the horseman often have to get up in the middle of the night to feed the horse to eat, and also have to horseman with soaked soybean cake, soybean meal, cornmeal water mix, the heart of the feeding. In the summer, then you have to watch the trough feed, a moment to keep an eye on in order to grasp the amount of feeding, after eating the net trough, so as not to eat the rest of the deterioration.

 The horses must also be made to drink water promptly, and it must be fresh water, and warm water in winter. So the grooms must not only fetch fresh water at all times, but also boil it to serve these grandfathers.

 Of course, there is a sweet side to the bitter side. Not only do you get paid more than an ordinary servant, but you also get to see the king and the princesses every month.

 Most tantalizingly, he watches over the horses' feed and gets to sneak a little taste when he feeds them again. Yes! That's right, human food isn't nearly as good as horse food.

 At that time, the general public ate some black bread made of rye, and the conscientious merchants usually added only a little wood chips and stones, which was very fair. And those horses, especially war horses, usually only eat oats, and occasionally add some eggs and meat, in this era of poor living materials, from time to time to eat oats, a bite of eggs, even the nobility is just like that.

 Edward led Arthur to the stable, along the way Arthur was very well behaved, without a trace of the usual all the naughty and mischievous kind, which made Edward's heart can not stop surprised!

 It was only later that Edward learned that the big black horse from Grenville had lived next to Arthur at night, as if Arthur had taken offense in his mind to having an outsider as a neighbor and was ready to force the issue.

 But, according to Edward's own weekday knowledge of Arthur, nine times out of ten, the fellow was jealous that a horse was better looking than he was, or else why didn't he see him messing with the horse next door, the Knight, that William had raised.

 And the coachman later explained to Edward in detail according to which, on that dark moonlit night, Arthur first kicked the wooden wall of the big black horse, cocked his horse's lip in triumph, and panted! Phew! In the quiet night seemed particularly loud, Arthur with a proud look at the big black horse, eyes inside there is not out of the pride.

 Who knows that the big black horse ate the night snack fed by the horseman, silent not talk, only left Arthur a big dark back, oh! No, it is a big ass, birds do not even give Arthur a glance, just quiet as a beautiful man.

 The attitude of the big black horse, however, annoyed the always arrogant Arthur, this thing, since it was adopted by Edward, has always been the old second-class horse thing of the royal herd, except for the old horse that was loved by Henry VIII - Yarde, Arthur's dad, it is the role of the rampage. Suddenly, one day, an exotic black horse pretends to be so big in his, which deeply stimulates Arthur's sensitive heart.

 So, Arthur sent out a sure-fire fart that shocked the world. Arthur was seen strutting over to the wooden wall adjacent to the two horses, puckered his white ass, brewed up his emotions, and let out the obligatory fart.

 The poor big black horse was just quietly eating its own midnight snack, not wanting to heavenly misfortune, a loud noise almost choked it, to be only it gasped for air, a stink with a little sour, sour with a little spicy gas came to the face, straight to the idea of choking it to death.

 It looked up, and only Arthur panted and yelled, and as soon as it looked like this white one had done it, the big black horse couldn't help but think in his mind.

 Especially when it saw Arthur's smug expression, its anger had gone straight to its brain, and it had gone into rampage mode.

 I think when this horse master along with the master traveled all over the world, encountered robbers old man have dared to kick his life can not take care of themselves, you a still undeveloped colt dared to flood the waves in front of this horse master, it seems that you are the wave can not be, it's time to give you a little lesson! The big black horse has taken Arthur as that chicken that kills the chicken for the monkey to see in his heart.

 The big black horse was seen glancing at the rail about four feet in front of him, glancing disdainfully, and leaping up abruptly, crossing that guardrail at a speed of ten meters per second.

 The colt who was glaring aside, still with that smug expression on his face, watched in amusement as the big black horse leapt over the guardrail that he hated so much.

 The big black horse was seen following Arthur's lead, strutting and wiggling his big ass, grinning happily.

 Suddenly the colt had an uneasy feeling. Sure enough, the big black horse, taking his place, posed like Arthur, putting his big butt on the parapet and smiling back, and Arthur looked at it with an uncomfortable feeling worse than if he hadn't eaten for three days.

 The big black ass puckered up and let loose a hollow-point round in Arthur's direction. "Pfft~pfft~pfft~" three loud bangs shook the colt off his feet.

 So, this morning, Arthur kicked the parapet as hard as he could, just to get out and settle a score with the big black horse that had been taken!