The sun never sets rose

The news of the assassination of the King of England spread quickly. As soon as the news got out, there was quite a commotion from all walks of life at home and abroad. People regardless of whether they were related to the incident began to speculate. However, within three days, the assassin was arrested. , imprisoned in the Tower of London.

At the meeting of the Privy Council, Elizabeth didn't seem to care about this matter, she didn't mention it, she still quietly listened to the quarrel of the ministers, tapped her fingertips on the table, and looked in Cecil's direction from time to time. eyes.

Cecil: Your Majesty, have you arrested the wrong person?

Elizabeth: Guess what?

Cecil: ... (thinking while stroking his beard)

"The French fleet has set sail. They have waited for the right wind direction. Even God is helping them, oh..." The anti-war minister's voice suddenly became louder, interrupting the eye contact between Elizabeth and Cecil, and there was a commotion The two factions also quieted down and looked at the woman on the throne.

"How many warships came in total?"

"forty."

"What about us?"

"Sixteen ships..."

After a long while of silence, the weird atmosphere was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly grasping the hearts of everyone present, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of careful and slow breathing could be heard.

"Sir Winter." He suddenly said, stopped tapping his fingertips, and glanced at a young officer, who was the commander-in-chief of the English Navy Fleet, "You lead the fleet to the Firth of Forth to stand by, but I don't grant you Power to act against French ships, see how?"

The Firth of Forth is an important port on the eastern coast of Scotland. The French fleet set sail at this time and could only land from there.

There were too many subtexts hidden in these words, and the others were confused, but the young officer nodded confidently, and smiled at the Queen.

"His Majesty……"

Seeing the routine, Cecil was a little anxious. As soon as he spoke, Elizabeth stood up, ready to leave with a tired face, and said: "Follow me."

"..."

Back in the study, for the first time, she did not stand in front of the window to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the river, but sat down, holding a pen and paper.

"sit."

Without raising his eyelids, he said to Cecil who followed in.

There was a hint of fatigue in the voice, and the man who loved the black robe forced himself to swallow the words, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said: "Your Majesty's complexion is not very good, why don't you take a rest? "

Silence, only the rustling sound of the pen nib sliding across the paper.

"..." This is embarrassing.

"Those people who were arrested are all scapegoats." After writing a piece of paper, he put down the pen, his gloomy eyes scanned the paper full of square characters, and he couldn't help softening.

That girl's name was almost ruined by her.

"You mean, with this reason..."

"That's right, Walsingham said that the assassination target that night was Robert, and he could only investigate that it was a certain Catholic force in the country, but judging from the timing and methods, there must be a big fish behind it, and, right there There are many minions by my side."

Change the paper and continue writing.

"Those who are the pope for the dead ghost, as you said, are also targeting Robert. The motive is the same, the difference is that they have not done anything yet. Since early death and late death are death, it is better to send them a ride."

The tone of the understatement was as if nothing had happened, but Cecil understood her, and the calmer she was now, the more terrifying the outbreak would be.

Thinking about it carefully, I suddenly understood that the queen wanted to catch the real mastermind behind the assassination. Compared with the foreign forces clamoring for her crown, the danger lurking around her was the most terrifying.

As the saying goes, fortresses are breached from within.

"I heard that His Majesty wants to dismember them?"

"How is that enough?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were bloody and cold, and a creepy smile rose from the corner of his lips, "If they don't experience the torture in the Tower of London, it would be too wasteful for them to go in and walk around."

Cecil couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

This series of things were all related to Robert. He hated that brat at first, and now he hated him even more. Thinking about it made him angry, and his curly beard started to flutter again.

He stretched out his hand, stroked his beard, and said angrily: "I think...Your Majesty, it is better to choose a prince to marry as soon as possible. You protect Robert with such a big fanfare, and be careful that he gets carried away. Do you want to marry him so much? Look at the prince at the ball. He's showing off his might, I really think he's just one match away from a coronation..."

While urging the marriage, he kept talking about the little boy, he looked like a nagging old father.

"Enough, William."

Interrupting him impatiently, he waved his hand, "I'm tired, go down."

The word marriage is like a thorn in her heart, which cannot be removed, and it hurts from time to time. Even if she avoids it in every possible way, she will eventually have to face it, but she is less and less able to discuss it calmly and calmly like before. The topic seems to be stuck in my heart, it's very empty.

"Ugh……"

Cecil sighed solemnly, bowed in salute, stroked his beard and left.

The repeated square characters on the paper filled her sight, and a pair of bright and clear black eyes appeared in her mind, disturbing her originally clear thoughts.I don't know when, when she was upset, she would sit down and write that girl's name over and over again. As she wrote, her heart gradually calmed down and became soft.

And she began to yearn for this soft feeling.

In the past few days, Olo has become a frequent visitor to the palace. Under her careful care like obsessive-compulsive disorder, Jiang Xinyan's injury healed very quickly. Although she still can't get out of bed and walk around, she can sit up and eat by herself.

The wound on the shoulder still hurts, occasionally itches, and I can't sleep well at night, but seeing Olo and Zhen busy caring for her and taking care of her, I am inexplicably touched, and the physical discomfort is not so difficult. For a long time, the sense of anxiety and loneliness seems to be much less.

Of course, what she missed most was Elizabeth.

That woman is very busy, but she still visits her every afternoon, talks to her, tells her what interesting things happened, and occasionally tells her a few horror stories to scare her. A bottomless pit of dissatisfaction, yearning that grows stronger and stronger.

It's not good to be too greedy, Jiang Xinyan told himself so, suppressing it.

But today is evening, and Elizabeth has not come yet.

"Ugh……"

Sigh for the Nth time.

After dinner, Jane took away the tableware. Different from the relaxed and cheerful past, she didn't smile much these days, she looked preoccupied, and Jiang Xinyan didn't tell her when she asked her.

"His Majesty…"

Jane's panicked voice came from outside, and then she heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, and a tall white figure appeared by the door, the shadow was stretched very long by the light of the candle.

"Elizabeth, you..." The joy was beyond words.

Sweeping across the girl's dazed face, she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, with a gentle smile in her eyes, and held her hand, "Do you think I won't come?"

"Hmm..." She nodded shyly, blushing.

"I went back to Hatfield Palace and brought this."

Elizabeth held up the thing in her hand, and the shiny pear-shaped wood body, against the backdrop of the candlelight, exuded a quaint atmosphere, which seemed to be a bit old.

"This is……?"

"The lute used by my mother." There was a little melancholy in the indifferent tone, and the smile seemed to freeze for a moment, suddenly lost in thought.

Mother, Queen Anne-Boleyn...

"I'll sing for you, okay?"

"Okay..." Slightly startled, he nodded as if flattered.

Slender and slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and a stream of clear notes flowed out. Elizabeth's focused expression was hidden in the dim light, and her dark gray-blue pupils were soaked in ethereal sadness, and her lips parted gently with the melodious tune. , singing softly:

Alasmyloveyoudomewrong

To cast me off discourteously

For I have loved you all so long

Delighting in your company

Greensleeves was all my joy

Greensleeveswasmydelight

Greensleeves was my heart of gold

And who but my Lady Greensleeves

Like a poet who has traveled all over the world and experienced vicissitudes, she tells the stories in the song in a soft and melodious voice. She has lost her usual arrogance and indifference, and is no longer the cold and majestic emperor in the past. passionate.

Heart, suddenly intoxicated by it...

This "Green Sleeves" is a classical English folk song. Jiang Xinyan had heard various versions, so that she knew the tune and lyrics by heart, but only Elizabeth sang it into her heart.

She couldn't help humming a few words softly.

The last note fell on her fingertips, and the perfect harmony came to an abrupt end. Elizabeth stared intently at the old piano body, stroked it lightly, and seemed to be talking to herself: "This song was written by my father, for Pomeranians. Smile."

Startled, he hesitated to speak.

"The beauty is my mother." Sighing, gently stroking the strings, making a messy tone, "When I was three years old, she was accused of treason and adultery and beheaded in the Green Tower. My father married the new queen just as decisively as he abandoned my sister's mother."

"Actually, I don't have any impression of her. I only vaguely remember that she is so beautiful that people say she is a witch who can do witchcraft."

"After her death, all the relics were destroyed. Except for this piano, more than 20 years have passed without knowing it, and I didn't expect it to be still available." A sad smile welled up in the bottom of her eyes. Vulnerability is exposed.

Her heart twitched violently, her nose felt sore, Jiang Xinyan held her hand, and her fingertips touched the cool ring, "Elizabeth..."

"Do I sing well?" She interrupted softly.

"Yeah, it's the best version I've ever heard."

She looked sideways, raised the corners of her lips, and there was a touch of doting tenderness in her eyes.

That night, listening to Jiang Xinyan calling "Mom" all night, the deepest string in her heart suddenly broke, and she felt a thousand sorrows, melancholy, and faint pain.She thought that after so many years of getting used to a life of dire straits and intrigues, her heart was already colder and stiffer than a stone. Family affection, friendship, and love were all things to lie to children, naive, boring and ridiculous.

But the appearance of this girl made her human-shaped stone statue begin to become soft, until it melted a little bit, and she took off the cold and hard mask shell, and she realized how vulnerable the fragility buried in her heart was...

"Elizabeth?"

Seeing her silent for a long time, Jiang Xinyan was a little uneasy, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a few strands of red blood crawling in her eyes, and couldn't help frowning, "Did you not have a good rest these days? Or... go back to sleep early..."

Alas, in fact, she didn't want to drive this woman away at all, but her heart ached so badly that even the wound on her shoulder hurt.

"I'm not going back tonight."

"???"

She stretched out her hand to curl up her strand of soft and long hair, and slowly approached her well-defined face reflected in the candlelight, with a wicked smile in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to divide your bed in half."

"!!!"

"His Majesty……"

"Calling 'Your Majesty' again will cut out your tongue."

"..."

The rampant heartbeat in the chest shattered the eardrums, and the wailing buzzed in Jiang Xinyan's head, paralyzing her nerves. She said no, but in her heart she wished to take the initiative to let half of the bed out, and the cheering expression was written in her eyes inside.