The sun never sets rose

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Xinyan opened her eyes and found herself wrapped around Elizabeth's body like an octopus. Her cheeks were buried in the softness of her chest, and a deep gully was looming in the neckline of her low-open nightgown. After watching it for a long time, I swallowed hard.

Why doesn't he own this "murder weapon"?

Looking up secretly, Elizabeth seemed to be in a deep sleep, her breathing was soothing and even, and there was no sign of waking up. She stretched out her hand cautiously and reached for the drooping neckline. trembling...

Suddenly, the wrist was caught, and a faint female voice came from above her head: "What do you want to do?"

embarrassed...

Jiang Xinyan was so startled that he trembled all over, raised his head, and met a pair of gray-blue eyes full of joking smiles, his scalp suddenly went numb, his cheeks burned instantly, he bit his lips, and remained silent.

His lazy gaze swept across the girl's blushing face, grabbed the wrist and turned over gently, pressed her under him, looked into those dark starry eyes, and smiled softly, "So you sleep so sleepy?" Dishonest, huh?"

As he said, he gently pressed her hand on his chest...

Through the thin Baghdad silk nightgown, the palm touched a piece of plump softness, and felt the heart beating steadily and powerfully in the chest cavity, bursting out with fresh and hot temperature, which was clear and real.

A strand of reddish-brown hair fell down, tickling her face, Jiang Xinyan slightly parted her pink lips, and moved suddenly, her clear black eyes were covered with a layer of hazy drunkenness, she seemed to hear the heartbeat of two people, in this All the time...

She wants to kiss her.

"Your Majesty, miss..." Jane's weak voice sounded out of time, just as she came in, she caught a glimpse of this ambiguous scene, she was so frightened that she quickly bowed her head and knelt down, "Mrs. Ashley is here..."

God, what did she see?

Jiang Xinyan came back to his senses in a jerk, and was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, struggled to pull his hands away, and pulled the quilt over his head.

She seems to be an innocent and thin-skinned little girl.

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth curled up. Elizabeth stood up calmly, glanced at the little girl kneeling on the ground trembling, "Let her in."

"Yes."

After a while, Mrs. Ashley led the maids to file in, holding dresses, jewelry and toiletries in their hands, serving the queen to wash and change her clothes as usual, without feeling anything wrong.

Jiang Xinyan listened carefully to the movement under the quilt. I don't know how long it took, but heard the orderly footsteps and retreated one by one. She breathed a sigh of relief and opened a small gap...

A flirtatious and glamorous face came into view, close at hand.

"..."

"I'm going to Yorkshire, and I'll be back next week. You just stay in your room for a few days and don't go anywhere. I'll let Kate stay. Tell her what you need, and I'll ask Sir Norris to assign I have a guard stationed here, except for me, they only obey your orders." She said softly, and there was a hint of pampering in those smiling eyes.

With a slight shock in his heart, he nodded obediently.

"By the way, this lute is for you." Elizabeth took the lute placed by the bed, and plucked it casually, making a clear string sound.

"But this is what Queen Anne left for you..." Frowning, looking at her in embarrassment, the painful suffocation spread quietly, just like the melancholy and sad singing voice heard last night.

It can be seen that Elizabeth cares about her mother very much. Even though she has no emotional impression because of her young age, she always misses her deeply in her heart.

How could she take the relics of other people's mothers.

"Now I pass it on to you."

In fact, she wanted to say that it was not just a piano, but also a kind of intention.

Of course, she couldn't open the mouth.

"What? His Majesty slept in her room all night?!"

The girl's sharp voice pierced through the air, piercing the silence of the room, her distorted face flushed red with anger, her knuckles holding the golden cup suddenly tightened, and they hit the ground heavily.

The scarlet liquid spilled all over the floor and splashed on her skirt.

The maids in the room all backed out, and Leticia stood beside her calmly, concealing the slyness in her eyes, and continued: "Now everyone in the palace knows that she blocked an arrow for His Majesty. There was just so much love for her, maybe out of gratitude?"

"It's clearly a trick!" Catherine slapped the table, her chest heaving violently, "The imperial doctor said that she was hopeless, but now she is not only fine, but can also confuse His Majesty, she must have used some kind of witchcraft!" said Maybe this is what she planned!"

"In my opinion, Miss Olo from the Duke of Huttings' family is more suspicious." The topic changed, and her thoughts turned to a certain waypoint, and Leticia consciously wanted to guide her.

"she?"

"Miss Olo rescued the witch that night, and they seemed to know each other very well. Apart from His Majesty, she was the only one who often went to the witch's room." She lowered her head, her eyes glowed strangely, and at the same time she was a little confused.

As we all know, when the Duke of Huttings was young, he was the most popular nobleman in Henry VIII's court, but because he was on the wrong side in the king's divorce case and did not support Queen Anne's coronation, he was demoted to Calais exile.

Although he did not take away his title, it was equivalent to falling from heaven to hell. He stayed in Calais for five years, during which time he married a French woman.

Until Queen Anne was beheaded, Henry VIII called him back again, without reward or punishment, his power was not as good as before, but he could still enjoy the favor of one side.

The good times didn't last long. After the death of Henry VIII, his son Edward succeeded to the throne, and the power was in the hands of his natal uncle. The Duke of Huttings was forced to go into exile overseas again for 12 years because of his religious beliefs.

When he came back this time, he swore to the Queen that he would convert to Protestantism.

Such a down-and-out duke who looks quite unlucky, no matter how he thinks about it, he wouldn't get involved with that foreigner Jiang Xinyan.

"Olo is a witch too!"

Catherine raised her eyebrows and came to a conclusion without even thinking about it. She gritted her teeth and said, "The two of them must be planning a conspiracy. No, I'm going to tell His Majesty!"

He stood up while speaking.

"Princess... calm down." Leticia took her arm, looked around, and lowered her voice: "We don't have conclusive evidence now, and besides, Your Majesty has been confused by her, and rashly speaking will only scare the snake, in case Is the assassination just the beginning?"

"What should I do?"

Her thin voice trembled a little, and fear spread in her heart.

The arrow on Christmas Eve, if it was her, she might not have the courage.

"Of course we need to collect evidence first." The bottom of her eyes flashed brightly, and she cast a meaningful smile. She knew that Catherine could not tolerate anyone in the Queen's eyes. Big breasts and no brains are easy to use, and she is not sure about the queen. Before the attitude, any test of water can only be done through the princess.

Catherine stared at her blankly, puzzled.

"What if there is no evidence?"

"Then create evidence."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had reached a consensus.

On the outskirts of London, Finsbury.

On weekends, many citizens in the city are used to taking a walk in the suburbs. There is an archery range at the west end of Hebin Avenue, which is a good place for leisure and entertainment besides parks and gardens nearby.

A competition is being held here, and a tall, bearded man stands on the target stand, with his thick arms stretched to the bowstring, aiming intently at the target.A circle of spectators eating melons surrounded the wooden fence, all staring at him with their breaths held.

- Whoosh!

The black arrow hit the center of the red dot in the bull's eye, exactly.

The crowd burst into warm applause and applauded. The man slightly curled his mouth, lowered his bow, and glanced at the other contestants with disdain. His rough face was full of pride.

Suddenly, he saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling in the crowd.

In an instant, his complexion changed drastically, and he stopped playing. He picked up his jacket and squeezed away from the crowd, and hurriedly walked away in one direction.

Turning into a sparsely populated path, looking back to see that no one was following, he got into a wooden door hidden behind a pile of dry branches and rocks, walked through a long and narrow passage, and entered the second door.

"You still know how to come back?"

A candle was lit in the dark and damp hut, half of the body of the person sitting at the table was hidden in the darkness, his slightly fierce face could be vaguely discerned by the faint candlelight.

"Who told you to do it without authorization? Look at the good deeds you've done!!" There was a sudden clap on the table, and the dilapidated wooden table cracked a crack, and the candle flame shook a few times, crumbling.

"Sir, I..."

He kicked his shin bone and shouted: "All the plans have been disrupted! Do you think that bitch's daughter is easy to deal with? If it was true, I would have done it long ago! Now it's good, she is not only alive and kicking, but also Have a thorough investigation with a fair reason! It's all because of your pig|brain!"

The bearded man fell down in pain, crawled to his feet, and said in a panic, "I saw Worthingham, my lord...just now I...I saw him..."

"What?" Horrified, his expression froze for a moment.

This name is frightening.

"He must have found us...Help me...My lord...Help me..." The bearded man hugged his legs tightly, shaking desperately, his eyes widened with fear were full of begging, as if the ax was hanging on his own neck.

The man lowered his head, a ferocious smirk appeared on his fierce face, and he groped with one hand behind his back, "Of course I will save you, don't be afraid..."

In the next second, the sharp blade cut his throat, and blood gushed out.

"Let God save you."

With a sneer, he put away the knife and kicked his corpse away in disgust.

"Lord Cecil."

As soon as he returned to the palace, he bumped into William Cecil, which was good, so as not to make a special trip to see him, so he nodded and gave him a very meaningful look.

Cecil understood immediately, and led him to his luxurious residence next to the Whitehall. After closing the door, he said solemnly, "Is there any new progress?"

"Yes, my intelligence team and I have locked down a few people, and we tracked one of them just now, it's just..."

"what?"

"He found me and ran away. When I followed him, he was already dead. His throat was cut with a sharp weapon. He should have been silenced."

Stroking his beard, his brows became knotted, "So, there is really a big fish..."

With his hands behind his back, Walsinghan paced back and forth, muttering, "They should have acted in a hurry this time, but we haven't detected it yet, so we can't act rashly for the time being."

"Maybe there is more than one big fish..."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared.