Chapter 3025 queen's pleasure (4)
Whether it is the Elizabethan era or the Victorian era, corsets are a must-have for women, through which they can draw a slender waist, as if they are full of grip.
Next is the big skirt. The layers of various fabrics are not only beautiful, but also rustle when walking.
It looks so dreamy and every prom girl wants to wear it the most.
At the same time as Queen Victoria, there was another famous couple, Princess Sissi and Emperor Franz of Austria. But Franz's mother, Princess Sophie, never liked Sissy, even though Sissy was not a "commoner".
In order to maintain a slender figure, Sissy treated herself almost harshly, which led to her 4 pregnancies and still maintained a girlish waistline.
At this point, Queen Victoria is not strict with herself. She still wears tights on formal occasions, and usually wears loose clothes, just like pajamas. In her later years, the queen was very disgusted with the practice of pregnant women wearing tights, but she usually only blamed her granddaughters.
When Queen Elizabeth was 53 years old, one day she met a young man named Eckmonds, whose father had been made earl by the Queen, who was 9 years old when his father died, and the boy soon found himself inheriting Earl who holds a prestigious title, but is the poorest earl in all England.
But luckily he had a handsome face, was good at hunting, and could write in Latin. At the age of 18 he became general of the cavalry, a position more for decoration than actual duty. In short, he became a frequent visitor in the palace, and also became the queen's inseparable "friend".
The young boy was riding a horse in the sun, practicing riding skills with the equally strong cavalry. The queen stood in the dark with a smile, and at the same time, the queen's favor was flowing like flowing water. She gave her young friend the right to import duties on sweet wine, and soon the poorest earl became very rich and spent his money lavishly.
This of course aroused the jealousy of many people, and some even fought the Earl of Eckmonds on the Marylebone Fields. The young Earl was still strong and won the victory, but the Queen lost patience with him and could not return to the court with him. The happy days of yesteryear.
The time for him to obtain the tariff right to import sweet wine is limited, which is determined by the time of the charter, and whether he can have it again depends entirely on the queen's will.
He used countless languages to express his admiration, admiration and love to the queen. Those elegant, strong and decent words appeared in every letter of his, written in delicate fonts, with ribbons It can be seen in some museums up to now.
Before the Glorious Revolution, signing charters was the prerogative of the monarch.
After the Glorious Revolution, the Parliament also had the power to sign charters, so the House of Commons replaced the palace and became the place to seek wealth and power.
Because of their income, Elizabeth I and James I did not need to ask for appropriations from the parliament. After Charles II was restored, the parliament would vote to pay him a large income for life, although the money was not enough and needed the support of King Louis XIV of France.
When the Hanoverian royal family ruled, appropriation was conditional. George IV even had to marry Caroline for "living expenses" and debt issues. He even tried to use the "Pain and Penalty Draft" introduced in 1820 to divorce.
Marriage is the ending of a fairy tale, but not life. For 10 consecutive years, Queen Victoria had to give birth to a child every 18 months on average. Even if she had a good relationship with Prince Albert, having a child made her feel tired and exhausted up.
By this time her figure was so out of shape that even on the day of the International Exposition in the Crystal Palace, she did not look beautiful in her pink and silver gown and diamond jewels.
Gorgeous jewelry is of course worn on young and beautiful people, such as the current Princess of Wales. Pomona still remembers seeing the princess dancing ballet in the Albert Theater last Christmas. If the shock was removed, she actually danced pretty well.
However, there are not many people who are qualified to wear expensive jewelry when they are young. There is a story in France. A young girl borrowed a friend's diamond necklace to attend a ball, but accidentally lost it. She spent her whole life making herself young. Lao Zhuhuang paid it off, and later found out that the jewelry was fake.
She remembered the La Traviata, the box of jewelry engraved with different initials, which always reminded her of the scene of branding a horse, where the owner would stamp his mark on the horse.
She also remembers Fantine in Les Misérables, who fell in love with a poor student and ended up with nothing, even her hair and teeth were sold.
No one would wear a ball gown to the slums. It's not like a palace, the floor is covered with smooth marble, and the sewage flowing everywhere will stain the skirt.
For people today, it is difficult to understand how the "tenant who paid £10 rent" had the right to vote in the electoral reform of 1832.
At the time basements were a good option for workers, with one in five Liverpool residents living in basements in the 1830s.
There are also people who live in low-rent housing, which are generally not for the middle class and the rich. There are 4-6 beds in a room, and 10-20 people live in it. For example, you work day shift and I work night shift. Bed, I will sleep when you go to work, so that the bed will not be empty, and it will be warm for 24 hours.
So these people don't pay more than ten pounds a year in rent, so they don't have the right to vote, and there are also a lot of people who live in hotels and flats on a daily basis, and they don't even leave their real names, even if they pay The rent of more than 10 pounds is not counted.
The quickest way to get out of the ghetto was to drink, and not just because of alcoholism. Overcrowding and uncomfortable living conditions led many people to pubs to socialize, relax, or seek excitement.
Men will desperately want to leave, but women like Irene and Queenie come to the slums for love. If Snape's neighbors in Spider's End know that the weird boy in his mother's shirt is thinking How to go to Buckingham Palace to serve the queen, I think he is crazy.
Pomona felt that all this was unreal, and she was giggling while drinking and chatting with him, and she couldn't tell whether she was really drunk.
One thing she was sure of, however, was that under a law enacted in 1857, the police could search for "works created to corrupt the morals of the youth" and hand them over to the magistrate for destruction.
What's more, she didn't destroy those magazines. If the parents of the students want to read them, she can also show them these things. If she wants to search the student dormitories and establish a supervisory agency to control the school, at least she has grounds to defend.
Oh, wizards don't have to obey Muggle laws?
"Speaking of which, let's talk about Percival Dumbledore." Snape said suddenly, "What do you think the reason for the court's decision?"
"What verdict? Convict him?" Pomona asked dazedly.
He looked at her silently.
"I guess this is to prevent other wizards from following suit, and if Muggles violate their own interests, they can take revenge themselves." Pomona said, taking another sip of wine, and found that the glass was dry.
"Is there anything else?" Snape said, pouring her another glass.
"This stops wizards, but who will stop Muggles? Next time they meet a little girl playing magic, they will still hurt them." Pomona said casually.
At this time, she noticed that he was smiling, and her wine immediately sobered up by three points.
"You're right, if other people don't know why those Muggle kids..."
"Human nature is subject to change, Severus, don't you understand?" Pomona interrupted him, "Society is changing, and moral values are also changing. Past events cannot be evaluated and measured by current moral standards. of."
"Why are they punished, they still make the same mistakes." He continued his previous words by saying, "The only lesson humans learn from history is that they don't learn any lessons from history."
"You think you've learned your lesson?" Pomona asked.
"Yes." He made a deliberate "hissing" sound.
"Like what?" Pomona asked.
He didn't answer, but took a sip from his glass.
She couldn't help sighing, no wonder the "Dark Lord" and "White Wizard" couldn't do anything about this guy.
"Why are you sighing?" He said coldly.
"I really don't know who you look like!" Pomona said viciously, taking another sip of wine, obviously Irene and Tobias are not so stubborn.
"It's not like that guy anyway," he said with disgust.
She looked at the face that was very similar to Tobias Snape, except for the black hair and eyes, Irene left almost no trace on him.
Just like Harry, he is James' son at first glance.
"You still hate him?" Pomona said softly.
He turned his gaze away.
"He's dead," Snape said dryly.
"He's not dead...I mean he's missing," said Pomona hastily, under his gaze.
"He's dead to me," Snape said evenly. "He can't feel it, whether it's hate or anything else. Why should I waste my feelings on him."
She can't say things like "It's good that you think so."
"You've been evading my question, is it right or wrong to sacrifice one person for the benefit of the majority," he asked dryly.
"I didn't run away from your question," Pomona said.
"You keep mentioning 'change'," he said accusingly.
"You know why I don't like luxury? It's exclusivity, not inclusion, which is its greatest attribute," Pomona said quietly. "I'm a Hufflepuff, Severus."
He looked at her suspiciously.
Albus said, give him a chance, maybe that's what he meant, and she got it wrong.
Pomona thought.
"I don't want to be distinguished from ordinary people, as required by the International Statute of Secrecy, and pretend to be one of the crowd."
"But that's not really you."
"No, you don't know who I am," she said, smiling. "Slytherin boy."
He is angry.
"I'm not a 'boy'," he said gravely.
"Yeah, you're not anymore." Pomona said with a smile, stood up, and planned to drink water from another glass.
The five-year-old child will also say that he has grown up with a serious face like him.
After walking two steps, she felt that someone was following her. When she turned her head, she found a huge black shadow covering her.
He looked so horrifying that she nearly drew her wand.
"Scared?" He said through gritted teeth.
"What do you want?"
"Take back what you just said."
"Which? You're still a 'boy'?"
He stared at her silently.
"If you're really old, learn to control the urge to criticize the young." Pomona glared back at him. "Stop worrying about Percival Dumbledore. Everyone's dead."
He didn't speak, and left without looking back. Before leaving, he slammed her door hard.
She breathed a sigh of relief, originally she thought...
"What an idiot." She shook her head with a wry smile, put away her self-indulgence, and looked at the pudgy woman in the mirror.
"Who's going to see you?" she said teasingly, before turning to clean up the mess.
