The sun never sets rose

The dinner started with the sound of gun salutes and ended with the gorgeous fireworks seen on the barges on the Thames River. When the barges piled with dried roses moved slowly along the river, London citizens who watched the fireworks on the shore shouted their birthdays loudly bless.

Through the window of the Windsor Castle room, Jiang Xinyan held her neck up and raised her head to admire the fireworks. With a loud noise, the colorful and gorgeous colors exploded into flowers of different shapes in the night sky, reflected in a pair of eyes that were as dark as night, and emitted The light as bright as day dyed her delicate face.

Suddenly, a dazzling red light emanated from the hand, more dazzling than fireworks.

Looking down, it was her wedding ring...

However, it went out again in an instant.

Jiang Xinyan thought he was dazzled, so he raised his hand to the candlestick, took off the ring, and looked at it carefully. The Tudor royal family's coat of arms was inlaid in the middle of the simple pure gold seat bracket, and there was a circle of small rubies outside the ring. Under the reflection of the fire, it seems that there is a strange dark light flowing in the deepest part.

Is it really wrong?

Rubbing his eyes, he checked it again and again, opened the ring cover, and there was a miniature portrait of her and Elizabeth lying quietly inside, which was just an ordinary ring.

"..."

Maybe, she was watching the fireworks.

Just after the Queen's birthday, Princess Catherine was imprisoned in the Tower of London.

After investigation, she secretly married Edmund Seymour, the Earl of Hertford, in June. The wedding was held at home, and only the earl's sister was the witness. Queen confesses.

This is a willful revenge, just because she doesn't want to marry.

Elizabeth was very annoyed by this. First of all, the Anglo-Soviet marriage had been messed up in this way, and she had to give an explanation to the Scottish side. Secondly, the Seymour family had always been disliked by her, because it was the new queen of the Seymour family back then. Hooked up with the king during her second pregnancy, causing her to miscarry.

However, the most important reason is that once Catherine gave birth to a legitimate son, someone would launch a rebellion to support her as queen, which touched Elizabeth's scales.

The document announcing the nullity of the marriage was immediately passed in Parliament, and at the same time deprived Catherine of her right to inherit the throne. After that, she could not be called the princess, but only "Miss Gray".

Because of this matter, Elizabeth was so annoyed that she didn't sleep well for several days...

"Liz, eating too much sugar is bad for your health."

At breakfast time, Jiang Xinyan watched her queen add sugar to the milk like pouring water, and couldn't help but remind her.Sugar is a luxury item loved by the upper class, maybe it's to show their status, but she doesn't think there's anything delicious about something that's too sweet.

In front of Little Rose, Elizabeth would put away all her bad emotions, and only show her the most gentle and pleasant smile. Hearing this, she put down the sugar bowl: "Okay, then I will eat less in the future."

This cannot be blamed on her, the milk directly squeezed from the body of the cow, the taste is really unbearable for ordinary people, and it is really unbearable to drink without sugar.

Jiang Xinyan held the cup and rubbed it lightly, seeing that she was in a good mood, she whispered: "That...about Princess Catherine..."

"She's not the princess anymore."

"..."

"Why, you want to intercede for her?" She raised her eyebrows in displeasure, her face darkened.

"No..." Shaking his head again and again, he shut his mouth.

"Don't mention this again, go hunting with me later."

"Oh…"

During the hunting season last year, a foreign girl was picked up in the royal garden of Windsor Castle. At the same time this year, when he revisited the old place, Jiang Xinyan still remembered the horror of being almost shot by an arrow.

She rode a docile bay-colored adult mare, walking side by side with the white horse under Elizabeth's crotch, slowly shuttling through the deep green shade of the forest, breathing the fresh air free from industrial waste gas and car exhaust, comfortable and comfortable. Cozy.

"Do you still want rabbits?" He tilted his head and looked at the dazed girl beside him.

"No..."

Thinking of Huishui's death, his little face instantly collapsed.

They wandered in the woods for an unknown amount of time. During this period, Elizabeth did not shoot a single prey. The golden gemstone bow carved with Tudor roses in her hand was like a decoration. Chance shot a deer, or a fox.

Jiang Xinyan didn't ask, and she didn't say anything, as if a tacit agreement had been reached.

A feeling of depression spread between the two until they met the two dukes, Norfolk and Hettings, who had a lot of money.

They rode on horses, bowed their heads to Elizabeth, and said with a smile, "Did Your Majesty let all the prey go?"

"Maybe I scare you away." She smiled.

Sensing the gaze falling on her, Jiang Xinyan raised her head subconsciously, just in time to meet Duke Huttings' very meaningful gaze, and she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body. She always felt that the gaze was a bit cold.

It may be because she has no historical impression of the duke, which caused her to be a little afraid of him. When she first met him at the Christmas ball, she felt that he had a fierce face and was not easy to talk to...

Elizabeth chatted with them lightly, and was attracted by the sound of hooves from far and near. The blond boy riding a black horse stopped: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Duke, Father."

They greeted each other one by one, and glanced at Jiang Xinyan who wished to turn around and leave, his eyes lit up.

"Miss Jiang!"

"Hi, Richard..." Embarrassed, he bit the bullet and greeted.

A suspicious blush appeared on the young man's fair face, and the blue eyes shone with joy, and something that could not be hidden was clearly revealed through his eyes.

"Olo is over there, do you want...to play together?" Scratching her hair, she smirked.

"Uh..." She secretly looked at her queen.

If the two dukes were not here, she would prefer to stay with Elizabeth, but the atmosphere was so weird that she wanted to escape, and Richard was a savior at this time.

Elizabeth just nodded slightly.

She breathed a sigh of relief, relieved, and rode away with Richard...

During the hunting celebration banquet in the evening, Elizabeth was still absent-minded. Since the afternoon, she has felt inexplicably flustered and irritable.

There are intertwined cups of toasts, singing and dancing, and the luxury and enjoyment are charming.

Kate-Ashley hurried over, whispered a few words in her ear, her expression was normal, she immediately stood up, handed the wine glass to the maid beside her, and left with Ashley.

Among the crowd, a malicious gaze stared at her receding figure...

The temperature was low at night, and the cool breeze brought by hasty walking brushed against the face, gently rubbing the tiny pores. Elizabeth tried her best to restrain her disordered breathing, and held Ashley's hand tightly, as if seeking her comfort.

"Did the doctor go?" The voice trembled involuntarily, because Ashley told her that Walsingham was ambushed and injured on the way to follow the clues.

All of a sudden, she felt helpless as if she had lost most of her strength. She was able to sit on the throne safely in the past two years. No matter what happened, no one else could gain her trust like him.

Ashley understood the queen's thoughts, and held the somewhat cold hand in relief: "The imperial doctor has already gone, and nothing will happen, Your Majesty."

He quickened his pace and entered the castle.

Walsingham's room was next to Cecil's, and there were two imperial physicians in it at the moment, and he was leaning on the recliner with his upper body bare, with a white cloth wrapped around his right elbow and shoulder blade, with bright red blood oozing faintly.

Seeing this picture as soon as she came in, Elizabeth didn't care about the embarrassment, and walked over in two steps: "Is the injury serious? Does it matter?"

"Your Majesty, the bleeding has been stopped." The two imperial doctors were respectful.

"You go down."

"Yes."

The paralyzed face submerged in the shadows was a little embarrassed and depressed: "Your Majesty, I have been following them for half a month. I should have been noticed. There is no way to intercept the letter. In order not to expose my spy...but you can get the content. So far today there is a letter from France, according to the route and direction, it is roughly near Inner Bridge Square, but it is the residence of your lords, that is to say, everyone in the Privy Council may be there."

"So you were attacked before entering that area?"

Walsinghan nodded. He, who was always calm and calm, couldn't help showing a look of despair, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to seriousness.

"The swords they use have horns on them. If they have something to do with the French, I think of a folklore... There is a monster with horns and one eye that eats children's hearts. People who know this legend must be very fond of the French. The customs are very familiar, at least five years in folk life."

He had served as England's ambassador to France and was familiar with the French court, but he didn't know the folk life. This legend came to him only when he heard a mother scolding his child by chance when he was out.

"One-eyed? What kind of eye?" A certain pattern flashed in my mind.

"It's the eye on that cross necklace."

Elizabeth fell into deep thought, muttering to herself: "Those who have stayed in France... Throckmorton, Nicholas, and... the Duke of Huttings?"

Thoughts were boiling in my mind like a spring, I raised my eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of my mouth: "He was exiled to Boulogne by my father twice, he is still a Catholic in his bones, and his wife is the daughter of a French squire, and has experience in folk life. , the most suspect."

"But we don't have conclusive evidence yet, and other people's suspicions cannot be completely ruled out. I will continue to follow closely and monitor." Walsinghan was a little anxious, trying to sit up with his arms propped up.

Elizabeth quickly held him down, frowning slightly: "Since they have discovered you, there is no guarantee that they will not take action against you again, and it may be more dangerous next time. You should rest in peace, as long as they haven't found the opportunity, don't take action for now." There will be action."

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I didn't get the contents of today's letter..."

"Don't worry, your safety is more important than your letter." With firm eyes, he gave him a relieved smile.

Dazed, with a hint of guilt in his moved expression.

Neiqiaofang, a mansion.

In the deep and lengthy underground passage, it was damp and cool. There were only two dilapidated candlesticks with candles lit. The faint yellow flames flickered and jumped, casting the elongated shadows of the two on the mottled wall.

"What? Let him escape?"

"Because someone happened to pass by, we were afraid of being exposed..."

--boom!

With a slap, the crumbling wooden table fell apart.

"Trash! I can't catch him again now! He will definitely report to that bitch's daughter when he goes back, and it was because of him last time...!" He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

"But he probably didn't recognize us..."

"Where's the letter, have you got it?" Stretching out a hand, he interrupted impatiently.

The letter was dutifully delivered, and under the dim light, the man unfolded the paper full of Latin letters, saw the familiar eye pattern, and read on.

For a moment, he smiled.

"The master has spoken, don't worry about that guy."

"???"

"Catch the other guy."