The sun never sets rose

The news of the disappearance of the King of England blew out of London like the wind, and spread throughout the European continent in less than a week. Even the emperor of Tsarist Russia knew about it.

The Catholics were overjoyed, the Protestants worried to death.

The Pope of Rome will send a letter to France, telling Mary Stuart to prepare her to inherit the throne of England, and the Holy See will give her absolute support.

However, King Philip of Spain was not very happy. He was right in the Catholic camp, but if the crown of England was given to Mary, it would mean that England, Scotland, and Ireland would all become vassals of France.

Such a big island...

London, Hampton Court Palace.

There was a mess outside, but the palace was as quiet as usual. Cecil sat at the desk and wrote letters at a fast pace. In a short while, he wrote three letters, sealed them with sealing wax, stamped his heraldic seal, and rang the bell.

"Send it to France in three installments, to Ambassador Throckmorton." He handed the letter to the guard and ordered carefully.

"Yes."

He stroked his curly beard and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

About half a month ago, the queen and Worthingham secretly left the palace. Before leaving, they placed a counterfeit and asked him to supervise the country on the grounds of being sick. He told him to stay safe no matter what happened, because it was the critical moment to close the net. , can't go wrong.

Originally, he cooperated well with the counterfeit, but who knew that those guys couldn't bear it anymore, and tied the counterfeit out of the palace at night, ruining his original plan.

But in the past two days, he figured it out, and simply pushed the boat along.

"My lord, Mrs. Ashley please see me."

"Please come in."

The figure of Kate Ashley appeared behind the door, stepped forward slowly, and bowed in salute.The sorrow between Cecil's brows spread out: "What's the matter, Kate?"

"There is news from Miss Olo. She said that Eleanor was transferred out of the city and headed towards Kent County, where the army is gathering." She raised her head worriedly and pressed her lips tightly.

However, Cecil just smiled and stood up: "I wrote a few letters to the ambassador to France Throckmorton, as long as the rebels have made any moves recently, it means that he has been read by Mary Stuart, oh , What a perfect proof."

"Is he Queen Mary's man?"

"the last one."

"My God...there are enemies everywhere..." Ashley clasped her trembling hands on her chest.

Cecil walked up to her, his curly beard fluctuating slightly with his movements: "Don't panic, Kate, we will wait until His Majesty returns safely. The current situation is still within my control. As someone who can be trusted by His Majesty, You and I can't mess up first."

"In case His Majesty is killed in France..."

"Trust Worthingham." Interrupting her, Cecil patted her on the shoulder in a calm and calm tone no matter when and where, and looked directly into her worried eyes: "He will protect you." Your Majesty, even at the cost of your life."

"I believe."

While European countries are paying close attention to the situation in England, the so-called missing king is experiencing ordinary farm life in a wooden house in the French countryside.

Elizabeth, dressed as a man, is standing under a bare tree, brushing her horse's mane.She wore a brown men's wig, a mustache stuck around her lips and under her chin, and she was dressed in gray-black coarse linen. She looked like the youngest son of a poor peasant family.

"Your Majesty, that stove..."

The paralyzed face that emerged from the wooden house was Worthingham, disguised as a country uncle, holding a broken bowl in his hand.As soon as he opened his mouth, Elizabeth turned around with her hips on her hips, and a thud hit him on the forehead: "I told you to change your words, why can't you remember? Your Majesty, I am Jason the farmer!"

"puff……"

"What are you laughing at?"

With a paralyzed face, he forcibly held back, and said solemnly: "I was wrong."

"Go back and deduct your salary."

"Yes."

Elizabeth nodded in satisfaction, and put down her bristle comb: "What's wrong with the stove? Is the dish ready?"

"Okay, you go and have a look."

She clapped her hands and went into the house, her posture and steps were completely like a tomboy. After dressing up as a man for a while, she realized that it is much more convenient to be a man. She is not afraid of being surrounded by people when she walks on the road, and she is safe wherever she goes.

Hot white smoke was rising from the stove, and there were some vegetables and meat in the cauldron. This kind of poor people's way of eating should not have caught her eyes, but she was in a foreign country and had important things to do. That's enough, right to experience life.

She took a spoonful and tasted it. It tasted good. Elizabeth squinted her eyes and smiled, as happy as a child, and waved to her paralyzed face: "Come on, come on!"

"it is good."

Walsinghan silently filled a bowl, sat down and ate slowly, watching the normally aloof queen circle the stove like a little peasant daughter-in-law, he felt mixed feelings.

Half a month ago, he and the intelligence team finally figured out the forces and agents behind all the rebels, made a list, and prepared to collect evidence before casting a net, but the Queen suddenly told him that he would go to France to bring Jiang Xinyan back in person. .

On the day when he learned of this decision, he and Cecil begged hard from dinner until late at night, but they failed to change the queen's mind, and almost received a bloody scolding.

In the end, nothing happened, he contacted the informant bases scattered all over France, and escorted the queen all the way to this land that was no stranger to him.It has been half a month now, and they pretended to live in seclusion in the countryside, living the life of ordinary farmers, and the queen cooked for him every day, which made him panic.

At first he didn't know what his mistress was up to, until Elizabeth told him the truth...

Half business, half selfish.

He can proudly say that his queen can go to the hall, go to the kitchen, support a big scene, live a hard life, and is more amazing than a man.

"Is everyone saying that I'm missing?"

Walsinghan recovered his senses and nodded. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Elizabeth's sarcastic laugh: "I guess some people must be crazy with joy? I can't wait to see how they fall from heaven to hell."

"They captured Eleanor, so the saying that you disappeared was spread out by Cecil. I think... it can't be too long. We'd better go back as soon as possible."

"No hurry, let them be happy first." Elizabeth stared at the fragrant meat slices in the bowl, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled a little casually: "In the next few days, we will also prepare to do it, the Huguenots What do you say?"

"I'm ready to cooperate with you."

"hold on."

Jiang Xinyan's figure came to mind, with her long black hair and clear eyes, her little rose, her wife, her expression softened for a moment, and there seemed to be water in her eyes.

It has rained for a week, and the overcast skies seem to be mourning the country's future misfortune, so that even the slightest joy to welcome Christmas has been diluted.

Jiang Xinyan was sitting at the table, chewing and eating the lunch brought by the maid. The harder it rained outside, the happier her numb heart would be. Sad news.

However, she won't toss herself anymore.

To eat well and sleep well is to live to see the misfortune of those she hates.

Only Mary was the exception, she couldn't hate her...

The door was suddenly pushed open, startling the maids in the room. Medici walked in hurriedly, and waved: "Go out."

The maids bowed and retreated, Jiang Xinyan raised his head, glanced at her, and continued to eat slowly.

"My son is sick."

"Oh."

Medici clasped his hands tightly, and let out a heavy breath: "He has been in a coma since yesterday, his body is hot and his ears are bleeding all the time."

"Oh."

"Will he... really die?"

"Exactly, as you wish."

Jiang Xinyan raised his eyes, put down the tableware, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.She saw a faint trace of expectation in Medici's tired expression, which was the desire to see power beckoning to her, and she felt sad in her heart.

No wonder Mary hasn't come these days...

Counting the days, soon, history has not lied to her, the wheel of time is rolling forward, what should happen will happen, no one can change anything, Francois is going to die, Mary has to go back to Scotland, Elizabeth will also be on the throne Sitting firmly until she was 70 years old, she suddenly felt a settled sense of peace of mind.

"No mother wants her child to die."

"But you are not just a mother." Jiang Xinyan stood up, with her hands behind her back, and walked leisurely like Elizabeth. "You are also a ruler with power, this dynasty needs you, this country needs you."

It's useless to talk about morality and friendship with people like Medici. To some extent, she is more ruthless than Elizabeth. That's right. If a woman in this patriarchal era is not ruthless, she will get nothing. arrive.

"I'm afraid the royal family is going to change their name to Stuart."

"what?"

"I don't know what kind of pillow wind is blowing on that damned woman. My son said that if he dies, let his younger brother Charlie marry her. Then she will still be the queen of France." Mentioning his daughter-in-law, Medici's face was terrified. The folds deepened a little, and the eyes changed from disgust to hatred.

Jiang Xinyan was dumbfounded, and subconsciously said: "Then suppose, I mean suppose, Prince Charlie unfortunately met God, do you want your youngest son to continue marrying her?"

Brother marrying sister-in-law?And this kind of operation...

It seems a bit familiar, she remembers that Henry VIII's first queen was once his sister-in-law.

"She can't think about it!"

Perhaps Medici's indignation was not entirely due to hating Mary. Jiang Xinyan's mind suddenly turned around. If she were the ruler, she would definitely not want her country to be tied to Scotland forever, and she must maintain a balance of interests at all times.

If Prince Charles marries Mary, plus the French princess who was married to Spain before, then these two countries must not be considered in the next marriage, so...

"Your Highness, is your youngest son the Duke of Anjou?"

"how?"

"Perhaps you can think about marrying England." Jiang Xinyan learned to smile, and in her heart mmp, she didn't want to sell her wife out at all.

Medici raised his eyebrows, suddenly stopped talking, and just looked at her with a subtle look.

"..."

After a while, she approached Jiang Xinyan step by step: "I heard that Elizabeth is missing."

"Missing doesn't mean dead." Try to stay calm.

"I know where she is."

"!!!"

Jiang Xinyan couldn't hold back any longer, she held onto the hem of the skirt tightly with her hands, the increasingly bright smile on Medici's face was reflected in her dark pupils, her heart suddenly turned cold, and she took a step back: "Where is she?"

"Oh, look at you, take it easy, she's fine."

Her mind was a little confused, she didn't know what Medici meant, could it be that she was with Mary?It's not very possible... If she was with Elizabeth, it would be even more outrageous. This is equivalent to treason. If she is found out, she will die. Medici can't give others a chance to catch her, especially her enemies. Duke of Guise.

"An enemy's enemy is a friend. I've thought about marriage a long time ago, but it's not my youngest son."

"Prince Charlie?" He asked tentatively, suddenly realized, "You... plan to release Prince Condé and reconcile with the Protestants?"

"Two-thirds of that."

"You have no choice but to reconcile with the Protestants?"

Medici clapped her hands and uttered an opera-like aria: "Such a clever little guy. A stubborn fool like Mary would not understand. What's the use of kindness? People only fear the mighty, Remember the fist."

The stagnant breathing gradually became unobstructed, Jiang Xinyan hooked the corners of his mouth with a fake smile, under the surface of his forced calm was the anxiety of being caught in the turbulent waves...

I have to admit that Medici is a far-sighted person. She is very aware of the current situation in France. It is better to be united than to lose both sides. Secondly, the death of François is inevitable. When the new king succeeds, the foundation is unstable. The key Don't offend those nobles and relatives at all times, and consolidate the royal power slowly, and the premise of all this is that she is the regent.

Maybe she already knew about the Huguenot Protestants and their connection to England, or maybe she knew Mary's desire for the crown of England so well that she didn't help or object?

Jiang Xinyan recalled the painful lessons of Elizabeth's intervention in France's internal affairs in history, and felt more and more that this was a game of the Medici.

Ginger is really old and spicy...