The sun never sets rose

On a cloudy day, many civilians gathered in front of the market square.

A young man was tied to a cross on a stake, wearing white clothes of a death row prisoner, waiting quietly with his head bowed. The filth all over his head could not cover up his handsome skin, even if he was in a mess on the eve of his execution, he could still seduce the onlookers They let out a nympho sigh.

Jiang Xinyan hid in the crowd wearing coarse linen clothes, his turban was wrapped so that only his eyes were exposed, staring intently at the man on the stake, his heart was pounding so nervously.

The strong man holding the torch walked up to Robert and whispered something to him. He shook his head slightly, his eyes were dull and his face was ashen.

Probably to ask him what he wanted to say.

And he didn't seem to want to say it.

"Burn this son of a criminal!"

"Let his soul burn in hell!"

"Burn him!"

I don't know who took the lead, the crowd boiled, one after another voices yelled into a noisy and noisy one, but Robert on the stake still did not respond, as if frozen, as if any sound and color in this world had nothing to do with him.

The torch lit the pyre at his feet...

Borrowed by the spring breeze in April, the sparks turned into prairie fires in an instant, and a scalding heat wave rushed towards them. The surrounding air seemed to be roasted, and all the scenes were distorted. The combustion accelerant added a bit of frightening aura to the golden monster with its bloody mouth wide open.

Robert was consumed by flames...

Finally he let out a painful cry.

"I love...Elizabeth...Tudor..."

As if wearing a dazzling feather coat, the golden flames are his wings, swaying and flying in the wind, wrapping a human-shaped fireball, gradually making it difficult to see his original appearance clearly.

No one paid attention to what he said, but Jiang Xinyan heard it.

This person still has the face to say love?

"I... love... Elizabeth..."

The sound became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely. After burning for an unknown period of time, his heart-piercing wailing could no longer be heard, and only a black human figure remained on the stake.

An unpleasant pungent smell permeated the air...

--vomit!

Jiang Xinyan couldn't hold back all of a sudden, spit out a pile of acid water, covered his nose and burrowed around the crowd.Fortunately, her lunch had already been digested by this point, otherwise she would have vomited it all up.

"Miss Jiang, are you okay?" Walsinghan followed behind her and kindly gave her a hand.

"No...it's okay..."

She regretted coming to see it, and now she will have nightmares at night.

"How long will this burn? It stinks..."

Walsinghan looked up and saw that the fire was almost over. He saw two strong men carrying buckets and throwing water at the pillars. The fire was gradually extinguished, and a charred and deformed corpse fell down.

"It's over, it won't be completely burned, and a corpse will be left for him to set up a grave."

After all, he is from aristocratic background, so it is impossible to really burn to ashes like ordinary people. Walsingham knows this very well. Although he can't wait to smash Robert to ashes, it is still very comfortable to watch the whole process.

Jiang Xinyan squatted on the ground panting for breath, and after a while said, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come, oh, it's really scary."

"Is there no such punishment in your hometown?"

"There is the death penalty, but a |gun is usually used." Tilting his head for a while, he made a gesture of a gun and pointed at his temple: "Here, one shot will kill you."

I remember that Olo once told her that the structure of the temples is shaped like that, which is used to "shut down the human body with one key".

Walsingham nodded thoughtfully...

If it wasn't for the slightly higher cost of "Gun|Punishment", he really wanted to consider developing it.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and the people who were still around the stake just now ran in another direction under the guidance of a few shouts, and suddenly there were not many people left in the square.

"Hey, did something happen?" He stood up without knowing why, and looked in the direction of the crowd.

Walsinghan's face changed slightly, as if he realized something, he grabbed her arm and said, "Miss Jiang, it's time to return to the palace. Your Majesty has ordered me not to let you stay here for too long."

"But what are they doing..."

"Civilians are just joining in the fun, let's go."

Jiang Xinyan stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to look around, breaking free from his shackles: "Oh, maybe there's something interesting, I haven't been out shopping for a long time, go and have a look."

After speaking, he followed the "big team" and ran in that direction.

"Miss Jiang!"

Oops……

After running for a while, more and more people joined in along the way. Jiang Xinyan felt a little familiar, until the gray top of the tower appeared in her eyes, and she remembered that this was the Tower of London.

Because she came late, the first three floors were surrounded by people, and she could only see a rough idea when she jumped up. On the poles erected all around, there are several fuzzy and rotting heads stuck.

She was so frightened that her legs went limp, and she sat down on the ground.

That's the guillotine...

Not far away was the Green Tower of the Tower of London. She had only been here two days ago, and she didn't even notice that the guillotine was here.

"Miss Jiang!"

Walsinghan, who was chasing after her, helped her up. Seeing her face pale with fright, he dragged her back by his arms: "It's just the execution of the prisoner. It's too bloody for you, so don't watch it."

Before leaving the palace, the Queen gave thousands of instructions not to let Jiang Xinyan get close to the area near the Tower of London, who knew she was so naughty, she couldn't be stopped.

Jiang Xinyan supported his arm to stand firm, nodding his head like a beckoning cat, and was about to leave when he saw a few figures appearing on the fence shelf out of the corner of his eye, because of the height, he could see them no matter how far away.

I vaguely feel that one of the figures looks familiar...

Three or four people wore black robes and cloaks, and the slender one among them seemed to be a woman, and she should also be a criminal to be executed, because she was the only one wearing the hat on the cloak.

"Let's go, Miss Jiang..."

"No, let me see, I seem to know that person..." Jiang Xinyan broke free from his hand, plunged into the crowd, and squeezed to the front.

That face gradually became clear.

Xin suddenly jumped hard, and fell heavily back into his chest. Jiang Xinyan staggered forward half a step, steadied himself dangerously, his eyes widened in disbelief, his throat seemed to be choked, and his mouth was open. No sound.

How could it be Olo, how could it be...

A little girl with the appearance of a maid stepped forward to untie the black cloak for Olo, revealing the elegant gray skirt inside. Her hair was coiled up and wrapped in a white cloth. Under her delicate and fair face was a slender and smooth neck.

Unlike watching the burning torture just now, the crowd below was surprisingly quiet. The man in black on the high platform looked sideways at her and whispered to her. She nodded and took a step forward.

"I never belonged here, and I will return to my own world in the end. I don't need forgiveness from anyone or God." The voice was soft and delicate, calm and careless.

She was calm, graceful, unflappable, showing no sign of fear.

The crowd remained quiet.

Then, she slowly knelt down in front of the stake, bent over, rested her head on it, and closed her eyes without hesitation.

The executioner with a black hood raised his ax...

Time entered into slow motion, and every detail fell into Jiang Xinyan's eyes exactly. Those clear and bright black pupils condensed the color of night, and every frame of the picture was clearly reflected in the pupils, burning in the eyes. On the retina, through the nerves, everything is engraved into the brain.

The ax fell, and the head and neck were separated.

The bloody head rolled to the edge of the high platform, bright red hot arterial blood gushed out from his neck, and traveled a long distance, even a drop splashed on Jiang Xinyan's face.

She reached out and touched her face.

His fingertips were stained with blood, and he trembled involuntarily.

The chaotic breath was rampant in the chest, and before the scream of fear escaped, Jiang Xinyan was covered with a hand, dragged back abruptly, and then his eyes darkened, and he passed out...

In the dream, it was a bloody guillotine.

The woman knelt in front of the stake, her eyes were stern, her expression was calm, her seductive face had a soft gleam, as delicate as an oil painting, when she gently raised her chin to stare at that corner of the sky, there was a raven flying by, the black and shiny Wings seem to flutter out a mournful dirge.

Behind her, the executioner holds not an ax but a sword.

Then she removed the letter "B" necklace around her neck.

"She's a bitch!"

"The witch who deceived the king!"

The professional swordsman's technique was very professional. In the blink of an eye, the beautiful head fell down with the gushing blood and rolled to the side.

Jiang Xinyan tried to scream, but couldn't make a sound. She recognized the necklace and this woman—Anne Boleyn, the second queen of King Henry VIII.

But in the next second, Anne turned into Olo.

The headless body stood up and walked towards her step by step...

"do not!"

With a heart-piercing scream, Jiang Xinyan opened her eyes suddenly, and sat up with a warm and soft mattress under her body. She froze for a moment, gasped for breath, and looked around.

"My heart...!" Elizabeth who was guarding the bed hurriedly hugged her, her body twitched slightly, her eyes were flushed, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"Liz."

"Well... I'm here."

"You promised me not to kill her." Jiang Xinyan let her hold her weakly, his eyes were dull and his eyes were dull.

Is all this a dream?

She saw Olo beheaded, the bloody head...

Elizabeth's arms tightened, her body twitched slightly: "I didn't intend to kill her...but the interrogator reported that Robert confessed to her as an accomplice...I said to myself, I really have no choice...I can't let a criminal live under my nose ..."

This lie even made her feel ridiculous.

But Jiang Xin believed it, rather than absolutely believing it, it was better to force herself to believe it. She urgently needed a legitimate and sufficient reason to explain that her lover killed her friend.

Cowardly escaping from reality, guilt and self-blame welled up in my heart.

"She's dead."

"Forgive me...my heart..."

"Die because of me."

"no…"

"But I don't hate you, and I can't hate you." Jiang Xinyan slowly raised his head, looked into those gray eyes filled with tears, smiled mockingly, and seemed to mutter: "I only hate myself..."

"I'm so useless, I can't protect anyone, I can't keep anyone, I can't do anything, so what's the point of me coming here? Is God going to play tricks on me...? Did I make a mistake?"

"Don't be like this, Xinyan, it's my fault, you can hit me and scold me, okay?" Salty tears rolled down her eyes, Elizabeth buried her head in kissing the corner of her lips, feeling unprecedented panic in her heart.

Jiang Xinyan struggled to push her away and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window: "It's not your fault, but you killed her."

"My heart..."

"How am I going to face you? A murderer sleeping next to me."

Elizabeth stretched out her trembling hands, trying to hug her, but she gently blocked her, and then read a trace of confusion in those dark and deep eyes that were as dark as night.

"I want to go home."

"Stay here, I don't know how many things will happen to prove that I'm useless, I'm so afraid, Liz, please, let me go home..."

Elizabeth stared at her blankly, her tense heart was instantly torn apart and shattered on the ground. The fragility and helplessness buried in the deepest part of her heart were revealed through her gray-blue eyes that melted fear. At that moment, her arrogance defeated.

"What did you say? Say it again..."

"I want to go home."

Looking at each other, communicating silently, Jiang Xinyan's ashen gaze was as empty as a walking corpse, his forehead was sweating from fright, and his face was pale.

Elizabeth didn't have the courage to hug her again, she turned her head and sobbed softly: "Do you have to punish me in this way..."

"It's not punishment."

"Heart words..." almost humble begging.

"Please, let me go."

After a long time, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and shook her head: "Impossible."

Little Rose belongs to her all her life, and only to her.