The sun never sets rose

December, still bad news.

The first French advance army landed in Scotland and defeated the rebels stationed in Leesburg. The Earl of Allen retreated to Stirling with the 'Congregationalist' Protestants. Silent and sometimes mad.The Scottish lords were leaderless, fighting on their own, and would be completely defeated when the next reinforcements from France arrived.

The worse news is that the French fleet has assembled in all the ports of Normandy, and the reinforcements are also fully armed, and they will set sail as soon as the wind blows.

This time, God does not seem to favor England.

"Carles théraphimont des paroles denéant..." After many days of hard practice, coupled with Elizabeth, a gentle, patient and good teacher, Jiang Xinyan's French pronunciation has improved rapidly, especially after mastering some small skills, he can even sing with ease.

Apart from staying in the study these days, she just followed Elizabeth to the Privy Council and listened to the quarrels of the ministers. On the surface, it was for the interests of England, but in fact, she first considered herself. After listening a lot, she also understood perhaps.

If you want to keep the status of Protestantism in England, as a Protestant queen, Elizabeth must get married as soon as possible and give birth to an heir before the throne can be considered stable.But who to marry is also a problem. Foreign princes can't do it, which will cause England to be annexed, and domestic nobles can't do it, which will intensify factional struggles.

No matter how fiercely they quarreled, Elizabeth always listened quietly, without saying a word, and when they were over, she casually gave a vague decision.

Jiang Xinyan knew that this was a means of checks and balances. Internally, the aristocratic lords eagerly wanted her to get married. Externally, she used an ambiguous attitude to keep Spain and France in check. What she really wanted to do was not to stabilize her position by getting married and having children. , but how to make England strong and rich.

Suddenly, I felt sorry for Elizabeth. No one would understand that the heights were extremely cold...

"Yes, there is progress." Nodded appreciatively, cast a glance.

"Is it just progress?" Looking up, meeting a pair of eyes full of gentle smiles, her heart stopped for a second.

"otherwise?"

"Praise and reward." Jiang Xinyan felt a little more courageous.

The deep blue eyes rolled up fine waves of broken flowers, and a ray of light flashed across, reflecting the deepening smile in the bottom of the eyes, "Okay, what kind of reward do you want?"

"I……"

Opening his mouth, Jiang Xinyan wanted to say that he hadn't made up his mind yet and kept the reward, but was interrupted by the guard who came in to inform him.

"Your Majesty, Lord Cecil seeks an audience."

With a slightly stiff expression, she frowned, and the soft gentleness disappeared like bubbles in her calm pupils, and her voice was a bit solemn, "Please come in."

"I'll go first..." She stood up wisely, trying to avoid it.

"Need not."

A slender and slender hand held her arm, and then cast a soothing look.Seeing the middle-aged man in black robe come in, Jiang Xinyan had no choice but to sit back in his chair.

"His Majesty."

Cecil held a letter in his hand, put it on the desk, and pushed it in, "Mary Stuart led the French army to break through the siege of Leesburg, the 'Congregational Church' failed, this is A plea for help from the Lords of Scotland."

He rolled his eyes at Jiang Xinyan, who was on pins and needles, and ignored it, as he was used to it.

The crimson lacquer coat of arms sealed the letter paper, which was as dazzling and rich as blood. The contents inside could be guessed. Elizabeth glanced at it, and cut the lacquer seal with a knife. It came into view like a spell, making her dizzy.

Looking at the entire content of the letter, it roughly describes that what they are fighting against is not the legal queen of Scotland, but the annoying French. Give military aid and drive out the French together.

After reading the last paragraph, her slightly frowned eyebrows tightened a little.

——If we appeal to your father for all this, he will definitely protect us with all his strength, and then unify the two kingdoms. This is also his ambition. Please support us as your father's true daughter.

I don't know what was written in the letter, but looking at it from Jiang Xinyan's point of view, I can see that Elizabeth's face is as calm as ever, without the slightest ups and downs, but her chin moved slightly and her lips pursed.

The thin paper was kneaded into trivial pieces by the sudden force, and thrown out in a parabolic shape, it hit Cecil's brain gate accurately, and then lost all its strength like a puppet with a broken string, and fell to the ground.

This action startled Jiang Xinyan.

There was a trace of hostility in the calm eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "Very good, these people are very good."

"His Majesty?"

Waiting anxiously for the reply, he felt a little guilty, because he wrote the letter and handed it to the Scottish lord for copying, just to get the queen to agree to England's participation in the war.

But he did not understand why Elizabeth was so angry.

Picking up the crumpled letter paper and unfolding it, there is nothing abnormal in the front, which is similar to what I wrote, and the last paragraph...

"What a 'as your father's true daughter', it seems that the lords of Scotland know me very well, don't they, William?" His voice rose, and the cold and sharp eyes like a bird of prey mixed with chills swept across the man's lowered face, making me feel People tremble.

The air froze in an instant, and Cecil's heart skipped a beat. He scolded those idiots in Scotland in his heart, and copied it without knowing how to correct it. This kind of direct poking at Elizabeth's pain point was nothing but aggression and threat, and even more delusion to get her to agree to send troops. support.

Elizabeth, who was once dismissed as an illegitimate daughter, cared most about identity recognition. She always emphasized that she was like her father Henry VIII and was his real daughter.

Cecil stroked his curly beard and said calmly: "Your Majesty, Earl Aaron has no leadership skills. In the current situation, we have no other way but military intervention. The lords of the 'Congregational Church' are also in a hurry... ..."

"Then I will send troops to Scotland in a hothead to participate in a war that has almost no chance of winning." He said coldly, with extreme anger and calmness, but in fact, he had no choice.

"Participating in the war is the final result of deliberation by Your Majesty and your advisors, and it is not just a whim." Facing the queen's wrath, Cecil was not afraid, he had the confidence. "This is equivalent to giving you a reason to send troops to Scotland. The lords are asking you to support them against the tyrannical forces of France. No one will think that you are aggressing, and no one will say that you are overthrowing another legitimate queen. Such a request is beyond reproach, and you can absolutely agree to it."

Silence, the low air pressure wrapped the huge study room airtight, and there was no room for a slight breath. Elizabeth looked a little tired. She looked away from the window and said after a long while: "Go down."

"His Majesty?!"

"Tomorrow's meeting of the Privy Council, I will make a decision." I stood up, stopped looking at him, walked slowly to the window, and remained silent.

She likes to look far away, and she likes the sense of control that has a panoramic view, sometimes not only the scenery, but also the people's hearts.

The slight sound of the cloth rubbing against the ground completely disappeared as the door opened and closed. The figure standing upright in front of the window remained motionless, as if it was integrated with the pane, looking so lonely under the vast and endless sky outside.

Jiang Xinyan stood up hesitantly, took the letter paper that Cecil picked up and put it back on the table, and read it bit by bit with great effort due to the crumpled marks.

In her impression, Elizabeth was not a militant, nor was she overly fanatical about religion.

Hell history, should I believe it or not?

After reading the letter, there were mixed feelings in her heart. She knew that England would eventually join the war and lose badly, even though the situation was improving later, and for Elizabeth, this might be quite a psychological test.

She found that she understood her, but she just cheated.

"Elizabeth..." Approached step by step, the outstretched hand paused in the air, and then held her arm, "You told me that you didn't want to hear a prophecy, but in fact, those are not prophecies."

She was very quiet and unresponsive, and the cold light and shadow shrouded her face, coating it with a layer of gray.

"Time has proved that you are greater than your father, you can do better than him, you have done things as a woman that many men can't do, you are worthy of your crown..." A strand of black hair Ruth brushed against her shoulder, and she couldn't help but put her chin on it. She was half a head shorter than Elizabeth, which was just right.

His body was half stiff, his frowning brows relaxed, and he grabbed the hand on his arm, "I can understand that, are you flattering me?"

"No, I'm serious..." A muffled voice came from behind, and she pouted without looking.

The strange agitation in her heart was even worse, as if she couldn't wait to vent her emotions, the last string was tight, if it broke, she would lose all her sanity, this was not the result she wanted to see.Elizabeth turned around and let go of the girl's hand. Her face was as calm as ever, neither happy nor angry, but when she looked into those clean and bright black eyes, the strings in her heart shook violently, and the perfect mask cracked a little. imperceptible gaps...

Lowering your eyes, avoiding your gaze, "You didn't finish talking just now."

"what?"

"award."

"I'm just kidding, don't reward..." Blushing, she lowered her head and squeezed her fingers, saying to herself that Elizabeth being her teacher is the best reward, and her sense of satisfaction is unprecedented.

Silence for a while, staring intently at Jiang Xinyan's flushed face, pinching her smooth black hair with fingers, playing with it, "Am I really portrayed so well?"

"what??"

The topic jumps too fast, and I can't catch it.

"In your world." Xiumei raised her eyebrows lightly, her eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Yes, very great!"

"Ah…"

Laughing lightly, full of sarcasm, and a little helpless melancholy. "Maybe one day, you will find that history has lied to you."

The black hair slipped between his fingers, and he let out a long sigh...