Chapter 66 The Court
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and all things are growing.
On the other side of the ocean, tens of thousands of nomadic nobility on the Iberian Peninsula began to nomadic from the southernmost end of the peninsula to the north. More than two million beautiful slave sheep were scattered and ate everything they could see.
The court knew it well, but the nomadic nobility of the Masta was the pillar of the taxation of the Spanish region.
The architectural style of the Madrid palace is unique. This city, which replaced Toledo as the capital in the 39th year of Jiajing of Emperor Shijing of the Ming Dynasty, still reveals the countryside atmosphere of small places from all aspects, which makes the artist try his best to decorate every public building here with tall domes and complex religious paintings.
The barber put the knife into the sheath, and King Philip slowly stood up. The hair in the mirror was extremely short, his eyes were filled with firm piety, and the thick dark circles made this piety feel a little crazy.
Two attendants used soft brushes to clean the king's shirtless upper body, and then put on a black shirt with complex patterns on his body. The king turned his head and looked at the dignified palace barber standing beside him, and spoke.
"Every morning, the range of washing my face is getting bigger and bigger, and I need a hat."
Philip easily accepted the fact that his head was about to fall off, but he could not miss today's portrait, in which he needed to be wise and powerful.
A black shirt with complex patterns is coated with a black jacket with complex patterns, and a black jacket with complex patterns is coated with a black cloak with complex patterns.
He also has a pair of white boots.
The portrait is a good thing. The portrait will not make people know that he has started to bald, nor will it make people know that he is disabled.
After saying thanks to the barber, "May the Lord bless you," Philip led his courtiers to limp around the corridor under the protection of the guards and walked towards the bedroom.
He ignored the doctor who reminded him that he should go to the bloodletting.
According to the words of the doctors in the Ming Dynasty, the king's disease was called gout. Medical books did not fully recognize this disease. They only knew that it was blood stasis, phlegm and dampness, which were stored between the limbs and bones, and where the orifices were empty. Those with burning, swollen and painful are heat heavier than dampness, those with heavy limbs were dampness, and those with severe diseases at night were blood stasis.
The general treatment method is to relieve wind and dehumidify, nourish blood and unblock the meridians, clear heat and detoxify, and it can only relieve symptoms.
In Europe, this disease is called the "cannot walk". The cause of the disease is unknown. I only know that eunuchs will not get it. Women will get it when they are old. Nobles and kings often get it, so it is also called emperor disease.
There are countless treatment methods, and the conventional ones include physical therapy and diet therapy. Diet therapy is relatively simple: roast a fat goose, fill it with chopped cats, lard, aroma, wax and rye flour, and then let the patient eat it.
High purine brother!
Physical therapy is much more complicated. Bloodletting requires looking at the astrology, season, climate and location. According to the color, concentration, smell and taste of the urine, determine which part, how much to put, cut or leech sucking.
In this way, since the 29th year of Emperor Shijing of the Ming Dynasty, the burning of Antwerp in the Netherlands and increasing tariffs but affecting Spain's own finances, experiencing huge inner pressure, uncontrollable eating habits and strange treatment methods, Philip's gout feet are gradually swollen, and gout stones have grown and cannot ride a horse.
But Philip, who is no longer young, is not afraid.
He had the most unwavering belief that just yesterday, recruiters from Portugal successfully took away German and Wallonia mercenaries from Spain. Half a month ago, Spanish mercenaries also rushed to Portugal.
The war preparations for the Portuguese king Sebastian to the Moors are almost completed.
This was probably the only good news lately, which made Philip happy to mention it with the courtiers. He asked to the left and right: "How are the Moors ready?"
Philip really didn't stumbling for Portugal, and he didn't do anything. All he did was not agree to Portugal's request and let the Spanish army join the war. However, he not only did not object to Portugal's recruitment from his rule, but also gave great support to Portugal's recruitment from his rule.
If he did not support it, it would be difficult for Portugal to recruit a large army that could control the southern expedition. Now, more than 10,000 mercenaries gathered in Lisbon, and after several months of preparation, there would be more troops.
"Morocco has prepared a lot of Berber light cavalry. According to the news sent back by the spies, Ottoman intends to support their operations and will send a reinforcement of two or three thousand people."
"In addition, some infantry legions formed by mercenaries defected to North Africa from Europe will also fight for the Moors, and the Moroccan light cavalry consists of muslan cavalry and spear-carriage cavalry, although their equipment is slightly inferior, but their combat power is high."
"But Sebastion also has Berber cavalry. Mutavakil is sure that the Portuguese will help him to obtain the throne, so he intends to join the Portuguese coalition, and they may be the flank in the battle."
"Personal expedition, haha, Ming pirates blocking the Arabian Sea create an opportunity for Portugal to withdraw from East India."
Philip, with a big chin, smiled, limped but happily forward, saying, "Nedlands, France, no matter how many troops can we mobilize? We must be a Spanish veteran in Europe."
This condition is too difficult. No matter how many of the Dutch nobles united north and south to rebel against Spain, the beggars at sea kept sweeping the Spanish fleet in the Mediterranean, and the beggars in the forest kept attacking their troops on land.
No matter France, the Protestants are getting stronger and stronger, and they will soon be connected with the Netherlands. What's more, now that France and German troops are heading into the Netherlands, things are getting more and more complicated.
Where does not require garrison troops?
"Maybe we can form a legion of 10,000 veterans?"
Philip's face shook his head and his smile froze, and his steps stopped, and he turned to say, "Ten thousand? No, I need twenty thousand soldiers who will be able to invade Lisbon in a week. As long as Portugal loses this war, I will announce my succession to the King of Portugal."
“Is the land in Seville ready?”
Philip suddenly ran into his mind about the Ming Dynasty. Although it was a whole ocean apart, the Ming Dynasty people were reluctant to accept loans from eastern Seville, which made him feel bad.
"We must warn everyone not to try to get involved in the leased land in eastern Seville. Our trade with Ming continues. Whether they come or not, we must not give the Ming Dynasty a little excuse for war."
"After summoning the Duke of Alva, he should lead the army again after Sebastion."
Chapter completed!