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After finishing the battle, Elizabeth began to clean up the house.

There are a total of 273 maids in the bedroom, 76 of whom are from noble families with the title of baron or above, and the few girls who serve the queen personally are all relatives of the emperor except for the chief lady Ashley.

For these sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, being in a palace full of power, sex and intrigue is much more attractive than staying at home, reading and embroidering. There are many young princes from famous noble families here. Let them find the other half who are well-matched.

Of course, it would be better if the king was a man, which means that they have the opportunity to become the king's mistress, and even if they are lucky, it is possible to ascend to the back seat.

The most famous example is the queen's biological mother.

Back then, Anne Boleyn was just the daughter of an earl. Because she was serving the queen of England, she hooked up with the king every time she came and went. Sitting on the throne of queen indirectly promoted Henry VIII's "Religious Reformation".

Behind every maid is the whole family, and the small circle is formed in this way. However, Elizabeth hates this kind of circle, which made her palace a mess. She could bear it before, but after the "witch" incident, she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Where's Lettice? Let her roll!"

After returning from the Privy Council, Elizabeth lost her temper in the bedroom. First, she scolded the inferior maids, then dismissed half of the noble maids, and finally it was the turn of the girls around her.

A girl who looked quiet and well-behaved hurried in and glanced blankly at the other maids. Mrs. Ashley pointed to the inner room and motioned her to go in.

"His Majesty…"

Panting, bowing his eyebrows in a pleasing salute, a little scared.

Elizabeth sat on a chair by the window, squinted at her, and said coldly, "Pack up your things and go home."

"Your Majesty?" He raised his head abruptly, his face full of panic, unbelievable, "Why did you let me go home...? Are you driving me away..."

"Don't make me say it a second time!" Frowning irritably, he threw the golden cup full of fine wine over, the cold liquid splashed over the girl's head in a parabolic shape, tick-tocked across the hairline and cheeks, and filled the air There is a scent of wine.

The cup fell heavily on the ground with a "boom", and Leticia burst into tears immediately. She didn't care to wipe the wine stains on her face, and hurriedly ran out with her skirt.

The other maids looked at each other, and Mrs. Ashley glanced inside worriedly, hesitating whether to go in, when she heard the Queen's suppressed angry voice: "Kate, let Mrs. Norris come here."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Not long after, a young woman dressed in plain clothes walked in with a solemn expression. Her face resembled Elizabeth six to one. After curtseying, she knelt down and lowered her head in fear, "Your Majesty..."

Mrs. Norris is Leticia's mother. Her relationship with Elizabeth is a bit complicated. She is a cousin from the perspective of matrilineal blood, but she is a biological sister from the perspective of paternal blood, because she is the illegitimate daughter of Henry VIII.

Due to her relationship with the Boleyn tribe, Elizabeth usually takes good care of this sister, and her trust in her is second only to Mrs. Ashley.

"Close the door."

Seeing this face, half of the anger subsided.

"Yes."

After closing the door, Mrs. Norris obediently wanted to kneel again. Elizabeth waved her hand and pointed to the chair next to her: "Sit down, sister."

Hearing the Queen's shout, Mrs. Norris breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly over to sit down, raised her face, and hesitated to speak.

"Does my sister know what Lettice has done?"

Pursing his lips, he shook his head in confusion.

Only in private, she could hear the queen's younger sister call "sister", warm in her heart, but also a little guilty. Looking at this posture, she knew that her daughter had caused trouble.

"Seduce men under my nose and instigate the princess to participate in the 'witch' incident. I think if I don't teach her a lesson, I'm afraid the whole world will listen to her." The casual tone revealed a stern, sinister look. The calm before the storm surged in the gray pupils.

Mrs. Norris turned pale, "Your Majesty, it's because I didn't discipline well..."

Raising her hand, she interrupted, "I told her to pack up and go home. This time, I gave her a warning. I hope sister, you can educate your daughter well. Don't make an example."

"Thank you Your Majesty for forgiving Lettice. I will definitely teach her a lesson when I go back." Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he looked at Elizabeth gratefully, with lingering fear in his heart.

If the queen insists on pursuing the investigation, any charges will be enough for her family to drink a pot. She doesn't want to live the life of exile overseas again. Now the queen gives her a stable and prosperous life. Their family has always been careful.

May nineteenth is Jiang Xinyan's birthday.

She didn't tell Elizabeth, and she didn't plan to celebrate this birthday, because this day was Queen Anne's death day, and it was only today that she discovered this coincidence belatedly, and she felt inexplicably inexplicable in her heart.

Thinking about where to hide and avoid meeting Elizabeth, but he didn't expect that person to come to her door early in the morning. A seductive and cold face came to her bedside, rubbing her head with a smile, "Get up, take you somewhere."

The mask was as perfect as ever, but there was a trace of loneliness and sadness in the gentle eyes. Jiang Xinyan noticed that she was wearing a black skirt. Although the fabric was expensive, the style was simple and ordinary. She didn't wear any jewelry. It was clean, simple and elegant. Slightly heavy.

Jiang Xinyan nodded obediently, got up from the bed, blushed and said, "You... go out, I want to change."

Dare to say this word to the queen, she Jiang Xinyan is No.1, but seeing Elizabeth's eyes smile even wider, she squeezed her face and kissed her: "Okay, I'll wait for you outside."

"Um…"

She already had an intuition in her heart that something might happen on this special day today. In order to match Elizabeth, she also chose a dark skirt and asked Hannah to help her dress it up.

Walking out of the room, Elizabeth was obviously taken aback for a moment.

So he took the initiative to hold her hand and squeezed it tightly, "Let's go."

"Aren't you going to ask me where I'm taking you?" Fingertips brushed away a few strands of hair from her forehead, resting on her lips, and pressed them.

Hannah next to her left without saying a word.

"I know."

It should be a place related to Queen Anne. In the history she is familiar with, it may be Schiffer Castle, Bricklin Manor or...Greenwich Palace.

Elizabeth smiled and said nothing.

In the southeast of London City, there is a royal palace built on a hill called Greenwich, and all ships entering the Thames River from the sea to London City must pass through here.It used to be a defensive fortress, where the British kings built forts and watchtowers to monitor ships traveling on the river.

This is where Elizabeth was born.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, and the guards trotted over to greet the queen, saluted and nodded respectfully, Elizabeth led Jiang Xinyan down, and waved to them, indicating that they don't need to follow.

Surrounded by mountains, forests and grasslands, it is very quiet. It is the season of warm spring and flowers blooming. Under the shade of green vegetation, this magnificent palace is full of vitality. It lacks the majesty and solemnity of Hampton Palace, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Jiang Xinyan thought of his undergraduate alma mater, the University of Greenwich, which is almost nearby, but the famous "Greenwich Observatory" in later generations has not yet been built.

Suddenly there is a sense of drama, her birthday is the anniversary of the death of Elizabeth's mother, and the school she attends is the place where Elizabeth was born. Everything is too coincidental, isn't it?

"Besides Windsor, I like this place the most." Walking around the perimeter of the palace, the dappled sunlight fell on them through the gaps in the towering trees, and Elizabeth squinted her eyes enjoying this rare tranquility.

"I would also like."

"Oh?"

Those gray-blue pupils were coated with a faint golden layer by the sunlight, deep and ethereal.Jiang Xinyan subconsciously clenched her hand, smiling, "Because you like it, I like it."

Startled, lost for a moment, as if talking to himself: "Many people have said this to me, but..."

"Today you are Elizabeth, not the Queen." Interrupted softly, stretched out his hand to wrap around her soft waist, obviously felt the body tremble, and her chest felt tight and painful.

One hand stroked the silky hair on the back of the head, rubbing it lightly, and a very soft voice faintly entered Jiang Xinyan's eardrums, and she heard her say, "Okay."

They looked at each other and smiled, their eyes were sweet and filled with infinite tenderness.

"There is a rose garden here, I will take you there."

"Ah."

Rose, the national flower of England.

In the 30th century, the Lancaster family with the red rose as the badge and the York family with the white rose as the badge fought a civil war that lasted for [-] years, known as the "War of the Roses" in history.

The person who ended the war was Elizabeth's grandfather, Henry VII. He was a descendant of the red rose family. After marrying the princess of the white rose family, he combined the red and white roses and created the Tudor dynasty.

Stepping into the garden, one side is rich and bright red, converging into a sea of ​​blood, while the other side is pure and holy white, like the feathers of angel wings. Bursts of fragrant and fragrant fragrances fluttered and fell in the golden sunlight, and for a while, the garden was full of fragrance.

The tender green branches and leaves rubbed and rustled, Elizabeth picked a white rose casually, sniffed it lightly, and looked sideways, "Xinyan, do you like roses?"

"like."

"Red or white?"

Before Jiang Xinyan could answer, she turned her head again, stared at the white rose in her hand, lifted it up carefully, and squinted her eyes intoxicated, "I think you are like a white rose, clean and pure, and my touch will make you feel beautiful." Dirty you, makes you dusty and shadowy."

"Elizabeth..." Shocked, eager to interrupt.

"I should be red. I grew up in an environment soaked in blood, and my hands are also covered with blood, thick and glaring, but all this makes me obsessed and I can't extricate myself..." Looking away, I picked off a red rose, The lowered eyes are filled with a little loneliness, that is, the loneliness that belongs to the king.

The thin lips twitched, and she swallowed the words. Jiang Xinyan wanted to tell her that this was not the case. Those so-called labels, whether positive or negative, were not her real appearance.

"I'll call you 'Little Rose' from now on, okay?"

The slender finger bones held the holy white rose, and pinned it gently to the low collar of Jiang Xinyan's chest. Then, she pinned another enchanting and glamorous red rose like hers to her neckline.The gray-blue pupils burst into brilliant streamers instantly, like a satisfied child, and that smile was genuine and beautiful.

"Okay..." His throat moved slightly, his eyes were slightly sore, Jiang Xinyan hugged her gently, and the two-color roses on his chest touched together, like, some kind of fusion.

Elizabeth was half a head taller than her, with her chin rubbing against the silky hair behind her ear, smelling the scent of flowers, she said softly, "Promise me, stay."

"what?"

"Stay in England, stay...by my side." Fingers passed through the thick and soft long black hair, and the low voice was almost begging. Today she is not the queen, she is just Elizabeth, a woman in love.

"..."

How can she promise this?She doesn't even know how she came here, or whether she will suddenly go back. What she fears most is that she has a bond in this era, but in the end she will be tricked by fate again.

"Words..."

She shook her body and nodded, "Okay, I promise you."

The fragrance of roses in the garden is the testimony of this commitment.