The sun never sets rose

There were still trees on the edge of the woods, as if there was no end to it. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xinyan was so hungry that his stomach screamed. Seeing that Mary beside him was still calm and calm, he could only swallow the words that came to his mouth.

France is so chaotic now. As a member of the royal family, Mary's life can be said to be in danger anytime, anywhere. Maybe one day she will be killed by Protestants without anyone noticing. To be so calm may be because she has seen too much.

Jiang Xinyan didn't know where she got her self-confidence. In this situation, she still wanted to make trouble for Elizabeth. In fact, England is safer in comparison.

"Your Majesty, do you really want the crown of England so much?"

"It's not that I want to, it's that it belongs to me."

"..."

Jiang Xinyan secretly rolled his eyes...

This brings us back to the conflict between Protestantism and Catholicism.

According to the Protestant canon, Elizabeth is the heir, and according to the Catholic canon, Mary is the heir, but no matter which belief, in terms of blood, Elizabeth is the daughter recognized by Henry VIII, and there are legal documents to guarantee her inheritance. Anyway, The order of succession is ahead of Mary.

"England ruled by pagans will not be blessed by God, because there is a devil sitting on the throne. God has given me the mission of maintaining the orthodox belief and saving the people of England from suffering. I must do this."

"However, both Protestantism and Catholicism believe in God. We are all God's people."

"No, there is only one orthodox belief." Mary stared straight ahead, her words were forceful, and her eyes were filled with innate confidence and pride.

Jiang Xinyan was completely speechless, and gave up the possibility of discussing this topic with her. Maybe now that Mary can continue to be stubborn, it will be difficult to say later.

The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence again...

Occasionally, there were a few birdsongs in the woods, the vision in front suddenly became wider, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard vaguely. Jiang Xinyan seemed to see hope, stretched his neck, jumped up, and quickened his pace.

"There's water! Great!"

Walking out of the woods, there was a small stream in front of him. Jiang Xinyan ran over excitedly to have a look. The water was not deep, but very clear.

"Why are you so happy, you didn't go out at all." Mary came to the shore with a stick and looked around. There was still woods on the other side of the stream, that is to say, she had to continue walking before returning to the main road.

"Rush the wound quickly, and then it can be bandaged..." Jiang Xinyan lifted her skirt without saying a word, tied a knot and fell to her knee, revealing the injured calf.

She took the stream water and poured it on Mary's calf, washing away the dirt and sand, revealing the wound that was still bleeding, long, deep, hideous and ugly.

"Oh, it would be nice if there was wine..."

While muttering, she tore off the petticoat and wrapped it tightly around the wound. There was not enough fabric, so she simply tore off the outer skirt as well.

There were bursts of tingling pain in her calf. Mary resisted making a sound and stared down at Jiang Xinyan, who was squatting on the ground and bandaging her, with a focused expression and skillful technique. The gentle and gentle face of a certain boy could not help but appear in her mind...

"You love Elizabeth very much?"

Her body froze, the movements of her hands stopped, and she didn't speak.

"Actually, when I got the information about you, I thought about it, otherwise I wouldn't have arrested you, because I have a living example around me, so it is easier for me to think about... the relationship between you and her. real relationship."

"Is the love between two women the same as that between a man and a woman?"

"Love is gender-neutral, this is what I believe in." Jiang Xinyan continued the work in hand, tied a beautiful bow with cloth strips, stood up, and held her arm: "Sit down and have a rest."

Once something is called "faith", it is always easier for people to understand and accept it. Mary is very tolerant of this, although Jiang Xinyan is no different from a heretic in her opinion.

"She loves you too?"

Jiang Xinyan didn't speak, and sat with his head down, as a default.

"So she chose not to marry because of you? Not to have children?"

"No."

"Oh?"

Touching the ring on his hand, Jiang Xinyan looked sideways and gave her a faint smile: "Your Majesty, I know what you mean, in fact... she is not that stupid, marriage is a diplomatic game for her, it is a bargaining chip, of course it is true for her to do so People will make irresponsible remarks, so she needs a reason, or an excuse."

"Like her father cut her mercilessly after marrying her mother?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xinyan didn't expect Mary to know that the political factors in Henry VIII's divorce case suddenly felt moved by being understood, which made her eyes sour.

"Yes, Queen Anne is King Henry's excuse to reform|reform the church as a scapegoat, and Elizabeth's excuse is not me, but Robert, to play the marriage game."

"I think there should be another role."

"???"

"Protect you." Ruju's gaze seemed to burn through her pupils and into the depths of her heart.

Jiang Xinyan froze for a moment, then smiled wryly.

Things have reached this point, and she can't handle it any longer. She doesn't know what she will face next, but she will be ready at any time, so as not to be a shrinking turtle.

"Have you thought about the consequences?"

"Ah."

Mary picked up a small stone casually, threw it into the water, and stared at the splashing water: "That is the consequence that neither you nor she can bear. This kind of love is a burden. If you really love her so much, you should do it for her." consider."

"Your Majesty, do you... must do this?"

"Why should I not?"

Her heart suddenly picked up, the suffocation pressed her throat, and a smile mixed with despair and helplessness appeared on the corner of her mouth. She lowered her head, rested on her bent knees, and remained silent.

Seeing her frustrated and lonely look, Mary suddenly felt the thrill of revenge, turned her head, continued to pick up stones, and threw them into the water one by one...

There was a faint sound of horseshoes behind her, and they were getting closer. Her slack nerves suddenly tensed up, and she stood up with a wooden stick. When she turned her head, she saw a few men in black wearing Huguenot armbands. Ma Chao rushed over.

"She's there!"

Jiang Xinyan stood up in shock, subconsciously grabbed Mary's arm, stepped back, accidentally stepped into the stream, and got his feet cold.

She herself has a deep fear of tall and mighty muscular men, especially now that these men all have vicious, cannibalistic faces. She feels that when the time comes for her to die, she doesn't have to do it herself.

"Your Majesty, please be safe."

The bearded leader stared at Mary with a dark smile on his face.

London, Hampton Court Palace.

As the night deepened, the entire palace fell into a deep sleep, and the burning torches in the darkness illuminated the deep and empty corridor, just as it was time for the night watch guards to change their shifts.Outside the queen's chamber lay the corpses of several uniformed guards, and a group of black shadows sneaked in quietly...

There are many rooms in the huge bedroom, the low-ranking maids sleep on the first floor, the ordinary maids sleep on the second floor, the senior ladies sleep in the side hall on the third floor, and the personal maids sleep next to the queen's room.They walked up to the third floor in the dark with ease, and opened the door carefully.

A few candles were lit outside, and it was quite bright. There was only a little maid who was sitting on the ground and dozing off. The black shadow walking in front directly stepped forward and broke her neck, and she died in her sleep before she could cry out.

"Listen, go in later, gag her first, you can hurt her, but you can't kill her, you have to live, understand?"

"clear."

Opening a gap in the inner door, the man took a look. It was dark inside, and he could vaguely see a woman lying on the bed. He pushed the door quietly and walked in, tiptoeing close to the bed.

The woman on the bed slept deeply, lying sideways with half of her face buried in the soft goose feather pillow, the quilt embroidered with rose patterns in gold threads was covered up to her waist, the neckline of the loose nightgown slanted to reveal half of her fragrant shoulders, and her chest was evenly spaced. His breathing was slightly undulating.

The man who was about to cover his mouth suddenly stood still and swallowed.

"Hurry up, you are!" He lowered his voice and urged.

"Anyway, it will be killed in the end, why not us..."

"Then let's get people out first, hurry up, don't do anything bad!"

Reluctantly, the man pressed the cloth in his hand to her mouth, and the other women just lifted the quilt to bind their legs, and the woman who was awakened suddenly turned pale with fright, struggled violently, and wailed fear from her throat.

A silver light flashed, and a cold sharp dagger was pressed against her neck, and a dark whisper sounded in her ear: "Dear Your Majesty, you'd better be obedient, so..."

"and many more!"

The man covering his mouth interrupted him, grabbed the woman's hair with the other hand, and tore it off easily, stunned: "This is a wig...!"

"???"

He lit a candle, and a thick and soft long wig was held in his hands. Under the light of the fire, it had a reddish-brown luster. The material and feel were no different from real hair.

The shivering woman on the bed was very similar to Elizabeth in terms of appearance and figure, except that her hair was pale gold and her eyes were dark blue. If you don't look carefully, you can completely mistake her for the real one.

They were stunned...

"Where is Elizabeth?!" His eyes were slightly cold, and his hand against the dagger tightened a little, signaling to let go of her mouth.

There was a stabbing pain in the neck, and a strand of blood leaked out along the cut skin. The woman was so frightened that she cried, but she didn't dare to shout. She twitched and whispered: "I don't know...I've been sleeping here for several days..."

Looking around, it is indeed the queen's room, and the tapestry with the red dragon and lion pattern on the wall is a status symbol.

Did they fall for it?Is there an ambush?

"You just said, several days?"

"Um……"

"That means Elizabeth has not been in the palace?"

The woman sobbed and stopped talking, and lowered her head.

The sharp blade embedded in the flesh deepened a little, and the man shouted: "Say!"

"Don't kill me...don't...I said..."

"Your Majesty sneaked out of the palace a few days ago... Before leaving, he asked me to pretend to be her... Wear this wig... Only Mrs. Ashley and Mrs. Norris knew about it in the bedroom... But I really don't know where your Majesty went, she didn't tell I…"

After listening, several people looked at each other, and the man in the lead cursed in a low voice, with a hideous face.

He didn't believe that a queen who had to be in contact with the ministers every day had been impersonated for so many days and no one could detect it. It was either a coincidence, or she was hiding somewhere, waiting to counterattack.

Seeing this face slightly similar to Elizabeth's, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Put her the wig on."