The sun never sets rose

In the blink of an eye, it came to November, the temperature plummeted, and the Thames was shrouded in a cold mist. There was still more than a month before Christmas, and there were a few small snowfalls in the sky.

The cold was almost healed. Jiang Xinyan stood in front of the window of the room, watching the white angels falling from the sky, with eagerness and joy in her eyes. She wanted to go out and see if she could have a snowball fight.

She stared at Jane coquettishly. The little girl was laying cushions in the ashes' nest. When she raised her eyes, she shook her head helplessly, "Miss, you forgot what your Majesty said, you can't go out until your illness is completely recovered. Well?"

"I'm already healed, look, I'm alive and kicking!" I said and jumped on the spot.

Jane rolled her eyes: "I was still coughing yesterday."

"But I'm really fine..."

"It's useless to tell me, you have to tell His Majesty." Shrugged, turned his head and continued to throw ashes into the nest.

Resentment, full of resentment, was just that when Elizabeth came to visit her one day, she gave her an order. Of course, she had the final say on whether she recovered from her illness.

Jiang Xinyan walked back and forth in the room, stomping his feet anxiously, and said angrily: "You are simply a tyrant, you clearly said that you will put me under house arrest, but now you are not allowed to go out, a tyrant, a tyrant, a tyrant!"

"Who do you call a tyrant?"

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and a tall and thin red figure walked in, with a half-smile curling his lips, he closed the door behind him.

"Your Majesty." A perfect curtsy from Jane.

And someone, stupidly stood still.

"You go down."

"Yes."

Stepping on the cashmere carpet with light steps, she approached slowly, and glanced at her indifferently, "You are getting more and more courageous."

Today, Elizabeth is wearing a low-cut red dress. The bright and bright color is like a burning flame. Under her easy control, it exudes a surging and flamboyant atmosphere. It is impossible not to focus people's attention on her. Soaked in enchanting and wild beauty.

Jiang Xinyan stared at the undulating waves on her chest and the deep ravine, and pursed her lips, "Is there any?"

"Let Kate teach you the rules some other day." Noticing the direct and explicit gaze, there was a hint of playfulness in the gaze, and without piercing it, he walked closer, so close that the distance between the two was only twenty centimeters, low Said: "Does it look good?"

"Nice..." His cheeks were flushed, and he looked away in embarrassment.

"Healed?" He smiled quietly, walked over the girl's body and walked towards the window.

Jiang Xinyan turned around and nodded, "Okay, it's completely alright."

There was a thin layer of white smoke-like cold air on the river surface, and the hazy mist blocked the sight. The small boats on the river were sailing at an extremely slow speed, cautiously, scattered snowflakes fell down one after another, floated into the water and disappeared, blending into the One.

"Want to go out and play?"

"Yeah!" Nodding vigorously, he seemed to see hope.

"Let's go then."

"You take me there?"

He raised his eyebrows and turned around, "What?"

Jiang Xinyan rubbed his hands, looking embarrassed and looking forward, hesitantly said: "Aren't you very busy recently... things about Scotland..."

"It seems that you care about these things." His tone cooled down, and a hint of vigilance jumped up.

This time, he heard the truth in his words, Jiang Xinyan was uncomfortable with the stinging gaze, and lowered his head, "I'm afraid that you will delay things, and I don't want others to say that you are not doing your job properly..."

That wronged little boy seemed to be bullied.

"What other people think has nothing to do with me."

"I……"

Sighing helplessly, he smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you around the city."

Now that the tyrant said so, Jiang Xinyan was not polite to her, jumped up happily, and grabbed her arm, "Wow, wow, I haven't been shopping here yet!"

"Change first." His gaze swept over the hand on his arm, but he didn't break free.

"???"

"I'll be watched when I go out wearing this."

I suddenly realized that when I returned to London, Elizabeth sat on a horse and smiled cordially at the people. This place is different from ancient China. Common people can see the king at close range and are easy to be recognized.

They dressed up as the daughters of ordinary farmers, wearing plain skirts without any jewelry, with a small vegetable basket on their elbows, followed by two attendants at a distance, and sneaked out of the palace.

The city of London more than 400 years ago was completely different from the metropolis of later generations. Most of the streets and pavements were relatively narrow, and the wooden houses were closely distributed, one next to the other. There are people selling wine, handmade products, textiles, and slaughtering animals on the street.

Pedestrians coming and going on the road have different expressions, some are in a hurry, some are leisurely, both men and women are wearing plain clothes, and at a glance, they are all black, white, and gray, and even children who occasionally run across the street frolicking is also like this.

Jiang Xinyan knew the reason for this. There were many bright colors that only princes and nobles could wear on their bodies. Common people had few choices, and the dark colors were resistant to dirt and were convenient for work.

"Would you like some wine, good beer..."

"Eight gallons."

"It's a new material..."

"Fresh pork, slaughtered and sold now..."

There was a lot of yelling in the noisy market, and Jiang Xinyan found everything fresh. He looked around along the way, touching this and that, and finally stopped in front of a shop selling handicrafts.

There are many small animals carved from wood on display on the plank, including lions, sheep, pigs, squirrels, rabbits, etc. They are lifelike in appearance and exquisite in workmanship. A mini clone of Ash Smashing.

"Does it look like Ash?" He raised it up excitedly and handed it to the expressionless tyrant beside him, grinning and showing his small white teeth.

"Like." He didn't look at it seriously, and responded casually, but was startled by the girl's bright smile, and then his eyes fainted with a little tenderness, "Do you like it?"

"Uh-huh."

The owner of the store is a wink, and quickly quoted: "Except for wooden lions, all others are 8 shillings each."

Jiang Xinyan was stunned for a moment, she didn't seem to have used any money when she came here, she doesn't even know what the money here looks like, she has no idea, but it seems that she has no money...

A few gold coins were placed on the plank. Elizabeth shook the purse in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth, as if to say, "I don't have any money with me, haha?"

A string of black threads hung from her forehead, when did the queen become so...cute?

Now that someone is helping to pay, she doesn't have to worry about it anymore. She holds the miniature ash and continues to walk forward. She wants to buy anything new when she sees it. As the most honorable Her Majesty in England, Elizabeth just follows her After paying the bill without complaint, he didn't say a word, and he didn't make a bad face. Instead, the smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

French wine?purchase!

Persian spices?purchase!

Spanish leather?purchase!

The golden coins are spent like flowing water.

"Freshly baked scones~Try it~"

The smell of baking came into his nose, and Jiang Xinyan followed the basic principles of foodie, squeezed in front of the shop selling scones, and sniffed hard.

Flatten the flour dough, wrap it with a little salt and fish meat, and bake it into a palm-sized round noodle cake. The golden color is slightly brownish and black, and it exudes a rich and attractive fragrance. Calling, "I want two, two!"

"Well, two shillings."

Turning his head, blinking his eyes, he looked at Elizabeth sternly.

I really want to tell the girl that this thing is not very clean, but I still hold back my words, pay the money, and prepare to continue shopping.In fact, she is not very interested in folk things, the market is very boring, but seeing Jiang Xinyan looking so happy, she doesn't want to spoil the fun.

After taking a few steps, she held the scone with one hand and brought it to her mouth, "It's super delicious, you can eat one too."

Slightly frowning, his disgusted eyes swept across the steaming scones, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl's eyes full of expectation, hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth and took a small bite...

"Is it tasty?"

Nodding, it was indeed not bad, so she took it and ate it by herself. She reached out to pick it up, but Jiang Xinyan shook her head and said with a smile, "I'll feed you."

"..."

The fish and noodle cakes were chewed and mixed in the mouth. The salty and fresh taste spread on the tip of the tongue, and it seemed to be mixed with a little sweetness. The aroma and heat escaped from the lips and teeth at the same time, and dissipated in a wisp of white smoke in cold air.

The girl kept raising her hand, and she ate it in small bites. It was obviously an ordinary folk scone with simple craftsmanship, but she tasted a lot of flavors.

Habitually stroking the fingers, without the coolness of the metal, only then did I realize that I didn't wear that ring today.

The Thames River is the main traffic artery of the city of London. Royal flat-bottomed barges, large cargo ships and small boats of the people shuttle on the river every day. If pedestrians on land want to cross the Thames River, they must pass through London Bridge. Ferry across the river.The bridge was built around the end of the 12th century. There are two rows of houses on the bridge supported by 20 stone arches, leaving only a narrow passage for pedestrians and vehicles.

Not far from the Thames River, on the top of a hill to the east of Rudmen, stands the ancient St. Paul's Cathedral. Surrounded by towers, the majestic church overlooks the city. It is a place where publishers gather in London. It is said that Shakespeare once Once lived here.

But at this time, the outstanding writer who is famous in the history of Western literature and art has not yet been born.

Speaking of Shakespeare, Jiang Xinyan thought of the mysteries about his life experience passed down in later generations. Some historians believe that how could a son of an ordinary citizen from a small town write a large number of dramas related to court and politics?So I guessed that the so-called "Shakespeare" was someone else, who just borrowed this pen name.

It is even said that "Shakespeare" may be Queen Elizabeth herself.

Jiang Xinyan turned her head subconsciously, and she saw a slightly solemn face, with deep and quiet brows, and streamers in gray-blue pupils, and snowflakes occasionally fell on the tip of her nose, and soon melted into transparent water. Sliding down her naturally fair skin, it seemed to be crying.

She is knowledgeable, good at singing and dancing, not only can be reserved and charming like a lady, but also good at playing with the emperor's power. Sometimes she is hypocritical and stingy, and sometimes she is open-minded and tolerant to understand the overall situation.The history books' evaluation of her was so perfect that it was almost unreal, but Jiang Xinyan didn't believe it.

"His Majesty……"

"You can call my name outside." Withdrawing his gaze from a distance, his expression softened and his voice was very soft.

The gaze that seemed to penetrate people's hearts swept over, Jiang Xinyan lowered his head to avoid it, suddenly forgot what he wanted to say, and threw out a sentence without thinking: "Can you write scripts?"

"Want to see a play?"

"No, just ask."

Shaking her head with a little concealment, guessing is just guessing after all, how could a queen who manages everything day-to-day be so busy writing so many scripts...