The sun never sets rose

Those tenderness and pampering are all fake.

Everything is like a dream, but she has woken up now.

Although she reminded herself many times, when she heard Elizabeth say those words herself, the psychological defense she had carefully built collapsed in an instant and fell apart.

Reality hit her hard in the face like a slap in the face.

Dry tears drenched the pillow.

In the beginning of spring, the first battle was fought in Leesburg, Scotland.

On the surface, it was a sovereignty war involving Britain, the Soviet Union, and France, but it was actually a contest between Catholicism and Protestantism. Therefore, Spain, a powerful Catholic country, stepped in at this time.

King Philip of Spain heard that the three countries were fighting, and he was caught in a dilemma. He neither wanted England to be annexed by France, nor England to annex Scotland, and he didn't want to see heretics like the Congregational Church win. , because, once the Protestant forces gain power, there will also be riots in his territory, the Netherlands.

The best-case scenario is that those three countries check each other out.

Then, Philip thought of a way to get the best of three things.

He sent a Netherland nobleman to England to meet Elizabeth, and told the queen by threatening war: You must stop aiding the 'Congregational Church', and then we, Spain, will transfer an army from the Netherlands to fight against the French army. Jointly suppress the 'Congregational Church', if the French army intends to invade England after defeating the 'Congregational Church', our army will turn to support you.

To put it bluntly, it is to remain neutral, not only to prevent the Protestant forces from winning, but also to help England stabilize the situation and successfully check and balance the three countries. What a perfect plan.

Elizabeth received the envoy at Whitehall.

After listening to the envoy's statement, she remained silent without saying a word, glanced at the envoy's blunt face with insight, and then said leisurely after a while: "The Protestant Netherlands has been ruled by Spain for a long time. Don't you resist?"

The word "Protestant" was deliberately emphasized, and instead of giving a positive answer, he asked a seemingly irrelevant question vaguely.

Immediately, the envoy couldn't hold back his face, and shook his head again and again: "Your Majesty, we have long been dissatisfied with the Spanish rule. They are a bunch of stupid thugs, and we usually take a non-cooperative attitude towards them."

"What about this time?" There was a strange light in his eyes.

"Actually...Your Majesty, you are also a Protestant. We Dutch people admire you very much. This time I am just bringing King Philip's words. As for the action, please rest assured that the Spanish soldiers stationed in the Netherlands will not be willing. Go and participate in a war with someone else's family." The envoy bowed his head respectfully, and his blood was aroused by Elizabeth's few words.

He knew that if the Netherlands wants to be independent, it needs the help of the Protestant queen to a large extent. If England can become stronger, it will definitely be their ally.

A sharp dark light surged in the depths of her pupils, and Elizabeth raised the corners of her lips lightly, maintaining a decent smile, but the tight sense of crisis in her heart did not relax.

After all, the Netherlands is still a territory of Spain. Even if they don't cooperate with Spain in this matter, there is no guarantee that Philip's insidious and cunning guy will not take advantage of the fire.

Now, whether the British army can win quickly in Scotland is the key.

In mid-April, the English army launched a second attack on the French army stationed at Leithburg. The losses of both sides were equal. will fall.

The remnants of the English army waited hopefully for the arrival of reinforcements. When a red cross national flag on a white background appeared in their field of vision, they cheered excitedly when they saw all the half-grown children in the team. choked back...

What about reinforcements?Why are they all thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys?

"What can these children do?"

"Can they carry a long|gun?"

"God, what a crime..."

The officers and soldiers were chattering, their disappointment fell to the bottom, and their morale suddenly dropped. As a general, the Duke of Norfolk didn't say much, and then he deployed a battle plan and led the group of children to the battlefield.

The horn sounded on the castle, and the Queen Mother of Guise personally led the French army to meet the "Boy Scouts" of England.

The fiasco was expected...

The dark clouds covered the weak sunlight tightly, and the gloomy sky covered a thick layer of low pressure. The cold wind blew over the bloody corpses scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, cruel and merciless. Under the fierce war, it was desolate and desolate.

A French warrior raised his spear to deliver the final blow to the half-dead English boy on the ground.

"stop!"

The silver-gray armor glowed with a cold light. The Queen Mother of Guise rode forward and shouted to stop the soldier in French. Behind her was the victorious army.

When she came to the little boy, she got off her horse and held the flag of the Kingdom of France in her hand. She knelt down and gently wiped the scarlet liquid flowing from his forehead with the flag. Her beautiful face was reflected in the boy's weak half-open eyes. In his star pupils, he is more hateful than a devil.

"Take this back and show it to your queen. The blood of the English was sprinkled on the French king's flag." A cold smile gradually surfaced on the corners of his mouth, as cold as Medusa the Gorgon, and he got up and mounted his horse, " By the way, tell that bastard Queen, don't send any more children to fight, it's a big laugh."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Laughed together with the army and walked away.

London, Hampton Court Palace.

The news of the defeat of the British army shrouded the entire court in a gloomy cloud. The Duke of Norfolk returned with dozens of remaining wounded soldiers. Everyone's face was full of sadness and decadence.

The blood-stained flag of the King of France was held tightly in Elizabeth's hand, and a roaring storm rose from the bottom of her dark eyes. The frozen air was solemn and quiet. Everyone held their breath and frowned.

--boom!

He slapped the flag heavily on the table with such force that the dull sound seemed to shake the table. Elizabeth's cold eyes showed a hint of chill, and she said in a deep voice, "Who sent those children there?"

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, but no one made a sound.

"Are the [-] reinforcements in Yorkshire waiting to watch a show? Whose idea is it to send some children who can't even hold a gun to the battlefield!" With a low growl suppressing his rage, he glanced coldly at everyone's faces, In fact, when the news came, she knew that there must be a traitor in this battle.

Perhaps, it has something to do with the forces involved in the Christmas Eve assassination.

"Your Majesty...it was the bishops who refused to let the reinforcements go...They said that there is no need to go to war against Scotland..." a reinforcement general under his seat whispered, remembering that he was about to leave at that time, but the bishops of Yorkshire brought a group of boys and said The British victory was imminent, and it was enough to send children to humiliate the enemy.

Then, it was England who were severely humiliated.

Bishop, huh...

Elizabeth laughed out of anger. Those old Catholics were stubborn. She did not burn them to death like the heretics, but gave them a chance to make trouble.

Although she knew that this war had little chance of winning, she never thought that she would lose so badly. She was not only ridiculed and humiliated by the old woman of Guise, but also made a joke by the whole of Europe. What's more, the people would definitely think that she was not suitable to rule this country. nation.

Sending children into battle, God, what a foolish king would do it, even though she didn't know it...

"And...the bishops also request Your Majesty...to abdicate immediately."

Everyone raised their heads in shock, and there were gasps one after another in the Privy Council.

No one dared to speak anymore, including Cecil.

However, Elizabeth did not react when she heard such rebellious words, but the anger that was tearing and roaring in her heart subsided instantly, a cluster of sparks flashed in her mind, as if there was something ready to come out that led her to think in this direction... …

Just as everyone was holding their breath and pondering for themselves, Robert, who had been silently waiting for the opportunity, couldn't sit still. He winked at several noble ministers with high titles.

"Your Majesty, this is God's punishment for us, because you have a devil from hell beside you. She not only uses witchcraft to influence your judgment, but also wants to influence the fate of England." A middle-aged man with the title of Marquis spoke first.

"Yes, the devil will destroy this country. How can you, as God's agent in England, let the devil do as he pleases?"

Then the others joined in and unanimously took out drawings with the same content.

Sure enough, as she expected.

Elizabeth glanced at them, glanced at Robert's excited face inadvertently, pinched the anatomical diagrams, pretended to be surprised, and sighed: "It's terrible..."

This sigh undoubtedly gave Robert and the nobles strong confidence. The evidence was solid. He knew that the queen could not risk being accused of "covering the witch" and protecting that stinky girl, otherwise she would be fighting with the noble lords and the people of the whole country. enemy.

She has no reason to be against her crown.

"Your Majesty, this witch has an unknown origin and has been lurking by your side for a long time, but you trust her so much. Look at the things she painted, which foreshadows her actions. Only the devil will do this."

"Is there any other evidence?" Rubbing her forehead, pretending to ignore how these pictures got into their hands, Elizabeth's casual attitude made everyone a little puzzled.

She was waiting for Robert to come out and speak.

"Yes." The idiot finally couldn't hold back and opened his mouth, appearing more excited than the others, "It must be in her room!"

"Then search." He raised his eyebrows, curled his mouth slightly, and turned his head to look at the silent man on the right, "Worthingham, you go with Sir Norris to arrest people, you must investigate thoroughly."

He deliberately bit down on the "investigation" voice, and quickly exchanged glances with him the moment they looked at each other.

"Yes."

Walsingham stood up expressionlessly and nodded.

The others were stunned. When did this kind of thing be handed over to Walsinghan?

The lute played incomplete and intermittent notes, which could barely form a whole piece of music. This "Green Sleeves" Jiang Xinyan learned for a long time. Whenever she thought of Elizabeth, she would play the piano for herself.

They haven't seen each other for almost two weeks. Ever since they met and were humiliated by chance that day, their hearts seemed to have become numb. The ups and downs, tangled and repeated emotions were deeply buried, pressed in the corner of their hearts, and it hurt to touch them.

Knowing that there are wars these days, and knowing what the ending will be, she can only comfort herself that Elizabeth is too busy, but she can't convince herself that the humiliating words that day are false.

Such contemptuous eyes, such disdainful tone.

She probably fell in love with the wrong person...

--boom!

The door of the room was kicked open, and several guards with long|guns rushed in. Zhen, who was sitting outside embroidering things, was startled and stumbled inside, "Miss...!"

"what happened?"

Hearing the movement, he put down the piano and went out.

Walsingham and Captain of the Guards Sir Norris stood there, their tall bodies like two impenetrable walls, giving off an invisible coercion.

"Miss Jiang, we are here to search your room by His Majesty's order, and I ask you and your maid to come with me." It was Worthingham who spoke, and Sir Norris, the captain of the guard, was commanding the guards to rummage through .

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart...

"Go...where?"

"Tower of London."

Frightened, appalled, his face paled for a moment.