Originally, Churchill was about to leave that afternoon, but it was only after George Little was repeatedly trying to keep him.

Perhaps because Churchill was leaving tomorrow, Churchill continued to tell him some things about the Ming Dynasty at the request of George Jr. After these days, Churchill was not as restricted as he was at the beginning, and seemed more relaxed and close.

At the same time, when talking about and discussing the Ming Dynasty, the topic gradually shifted from the initial humanities and styles to the political, military, culture, education and other aspects of the Ming Dynasty. These different things from the East and the West made little George's vision broaden and gain great rewards.

It was not until after dinner that little George and Churchill chatted in the study for two more hours before he reluctantly let Churchill go to the guest room to rest.

After Churchill left, little George couldn't help but sigh that he had gained a lot these days. Churchill's understanding of the Ming Dynasty and the things he said made little George feel some shortcomings in European society while feeling the charm of the Ming Dynasty.

"I really want to go and see it, what a pity." The idea of ​​going to the East once again emerged from the mind of little George, but it eventually turned into a sigh.

In addition, he is not the king yet, and the Ming Dynasty is worth learning from in Britain in many aspects. Unfortunately, he can only think about it in his heart for the time being, but he can't do anything else.

Even Churchill, little George felt it would be a pity that he would not grant such a talented Count. If he were his father George I, he would definitely appoint Churchill as a member of the cabinet while granting the Count and give him a position as a foreign minister.

Now, little George can't do anything, he can only give him a secretary, who is only a private person.

Thinking of this, little George shook his hand and felt the force of the fingers in his palm. He urgently hoped that the day would arrive soon.

It was late at night, and Hampton Palace was shrouded in darkness. Except for a few rooms with a shimmering light, the other rooms were all painted dark.

It was quiet outside, and the wind blew through the branches and made a rustling sound, everything was so quiet.

Suddenly, a sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of the night, and it became clearer and clearer from afar.

Little George was sleeping soundly. In his dream, he had become the king of England wearing a crown. Standing in front of him were countless ministers and nobles who vowed to be loyal to him. This made Little George, who had lived in the shadow of his father for nearly forty years, stand up straight and accept everything with great pride and confidence...

With a loud "touch", little George suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes in a daze, and his dream scene flashed back in his mind, but he didn't know what happened in reality for a moment.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

The bedroom door was savagely pushed open, and several burly people stood at the door, holding candlelight in their hands. As the candlelight swayed, little George couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

"Who is it? Who is there!" Little George sat up and asked in a slight horror.

At this time, a terrible thought flashed through George's mind. Could it be that his father would have to deal with him? Just like last time, the guards savagely grabbed their arms and dragged them away, and today the same thing happened?

"Your Highness, it's me!" The voice was a little familiar. By the way, this is the Prime Minister's voice, but why did he appear here?

"Your Highness!" Robert Walpole took a few steps forward, and the candle in his hand illuminated his face. Yes, this is His Excellency the Prime Minister.

"What are you here? Did your father ask you to come?" Little George was frightened. Although his relationship with Robert Walpole was pretty good, George I was the real king. Now, the British Prime Minister has broken into his dormitory directly at midnight, and he has a few guards. Could it be that his father wants to deal with him?

"Your Highness..." Robert Walpole's expression seemed a little sad, but little George didn't pay attention, because the candlelight was too dark, and he was extremely frightened in his heart now.

Robert Walpole came to the front of George Little, slowly knelt down on one knee, and said, "Your Highness... No! From now on, you should call you Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty?" Little George was confused.

"Yes, my Majesty." Robert Walpole said painfully: "I just got the news that our king died in Hannover, so according to the law of inheritance, you will be the King of England from now on, my noble Majesty."

"What!" Little George was shocked. Is the old man dead?

He couldn't believe his ears. George I had just gone to Hannover some time ago, why did the news of his death come in a blink of an eye? Is this true or false?

"Your Excellency! You are a lie! A lie!" Little George couldn't believe it, and he was even more worried that this was another test by George I. This old guy had never done such a thing before, and if he took it seriously, he would fall into his trap.

"How could His Majesty the King die? This is absolutely impossible! This is a lie! A complete lie!" Little George yelled, waving his hands madly: "The person who says such words should be hanged! Yes! It should be hanged immediately! Come! I want to change clothes, I go to see my father, and I want to reveal this shameful and clumsy lie to my father!"

"Your Majesty!" Robert Walpole shouted, blocking the little George's body that was about to rush out, and said with a very serious and sad expression: "Your Majesty the King! The king has returned to God's arms, this is a fact! An irrefutable fact! I will explain this fact to Your Majesty in the name of the British Prime Minister and the nobles! From now on, you are the new king of England, and you are my Majesty!"

Little George was stunned for a moment, not sure whether what the other party said was true or false, because he really couldn't believe this fact.

Robert Walpole took out a piece of stuff from his arms, and it was a rolled up parchment roll, handed it to little George and said, "Your Majesty, look at this. This is the news just now. You will know the truth or false after reading it."

Little George took the suspicion and looked at it in the candlelight after he opened it. When he saw the content written on it, especially the marks placed below, he couldn't help but shake it. Fortunately, Robert Walpole beside him supported him.

"I... am the king? Am I really the king?"

"Yes, your majesty, you are the king, you are the king of England!" Robert Walpole repeated.

"Haha...haha...haha...wuwu..." Little George cried and laughed, and kept repeating: "I am the king? I am the king! I am the king! Yes! I am the king!"

As time went by, little George's expression became more and more firm. Finally, he straightened his body and announced to everyone in front of him: "I am the king! I am the king of England!"

"Your Majesty! You are the King!" Everyone, including Robert Walpole, knelt down on one knee to George Jr.
Chapter completed!