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"I am Caterina Medici."

Speaking fluent and pure French, Elizabeth subconsciously protected Jiang Xinyan behind her, her alert eyes swept over the fabric of her expensive skirt, and she raised her eyebrows calmly: "Oh? The new regent?"

"I like this title." Medici's signature gesture is to fold his hands in front of his chest and sigh, like an actor in an Italian opera, so elegant that it makes people tired.

She glanced at Jiang Xinyan and Worthingham who were also on guard, tilted her neck, and smiled sideways: "Don't be nervous, I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to talk to Her Majesty the Queen alone."

After a while, no one moved, and Walsinghan even drew out his sword and pointed at her.

Reluctantly, he shrugged: "Although this is not a formal meeting, are you sure you want to treat your allies like this?"

"Go out and wait."

"Your Majesty..." Walsinghan and Jiang Xinyan spoke at the same time.

"go out."

Regarding the sudden appearance of the Medici, Jiang Xinyan instinctively had a bad feeling. Compared with Mary's unreasonable willfulness at the beginning, this woman is really difficult to deal with. What's more, they are now in French territory, and anything happens. possible.

But she obediently went out with Worthingham.

After closing the door, there is a circle of guards outside, all of them are burly, and they have no chance of winning if they really want to fight.

It's a bit embarrassing to be with a paralyzed face, but it's even more embarrassing not to speak, especially when I was seen just now... Jiang Xinyan struggled for a while, and whispered: "That...Master Worthingham..."

"Ok?"

"Did you bring your Majesty down?"

"Ah."

"But I heard from Queen Mary that His Majesty was locked up at the Duke of Huttings' house. What's going on?" Rubbing her little hands nervously, feeling a little cold.

"That's His Majesty's substitute." Worthingham glanced at her, then untied the cloak and handed it to her.

Dazed, he took it with a straight face: "Thank you."

She always felt that Worthingham had the temperament of a loyal dog. On the surface, he looked cold and inhumane. In fact, he was the most anxious when encountering matters related to the queen, but he would not show it, and he was silent. Do all the work behind the scenes.

This is how lucky Elizabeth is, if Mary has such a loyal minister...

Jiang Xinyan sighed, I don't know how Mary is doing now, in fact, she still has something to say to Mary, it seems that she has no chance, maybe she can write a letter in the future, it would be even better if the other party can come to England as a guest.

From a friend's point of view, this idea is flattering.

Walsinghan stared at her for a while, seeing that she was melancholy and giggling, he couldn't help thinking of the scene he saw just now, and doubts surfaced in his heart.

"Miss Jiang."

"hold head high?"

"You and Your Majesty..."

"Uh, don't get me wrong, my lord, Your Majesty and I are very good friends."

He nodded hesitantly and said nothing more.

Jiang Xinyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief...

After waiting for a while, the door opened, and Elizabeth and Medici came out one after the other, with calm faces, neither happy nor angry.In terms of brains and wrists, they are a heavyweight, maybe they will have the fun of meeting their opponents?

Jiang Xinyan thought that she didn't have much contact with the Medici, so she didn't see anything. It can only be said that it was based on historical impressions, but she was able to see things soon. She felt that the old woman must have made conditions for Elizabeth, or It's just a trick.

Medici turned around, held Elizabeth's hand, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I can't invite you to visit the palace as the host. If Your Majesty doesn't mind, my personal guard can escort you to the port."

"Thanks to the Prince Regent for his kindness, I don't think so."

Silently watching the two of them speak in an official tone, Jiang Xinyan secretly rolled his eyes, and said to himself, who cares about visiting your palace, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as his own doghouse.

I completely forgot that I was almost drooling at the "Mona Lisa" before...

After seeing off the Medici, the carriage that had just left came back, and there were a few more men in black. They seemed to know Worthingham, and they each led a horse and rode up, and followed the carriage.

"Walking overnight?"

Jiang Xinyan got into the car and habitually hugged her queen's waist, "What did Medici tell you? Didn't she come to stop you?"

The night was thick, and their team quietly and eagerly left the cabin.

"Liz..."

"Ok?"

"Why are you ignoring me?"

The speed of the carriage was faster than usual, Jiang Xinyan was a little uncomfortable, curled up in her arms, hooked her neck, and kissed her. "Did the Medici threaten you? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

"No." Biting the soft earlobe, he pecked at her temple, "We will arrive at the port before dawn, and there will be someone there to meet us."

"Tell me, what did she say?"

Elizabeth tightened her cloak and smiled helplessly: "She wants me to marry her son, the next king, to prevent Mary-Stuart from making plans for her son. In return, France will return Calais , and help us against Scotland."

"You promised?"

"Ah."

"!!!"

Little Rose's look of being anxious and jealous but not daring to say it made Elizabeth couldn't help laughing. She pinched her little nose and kissed her: "Fool, promise is yes, I didn't say that I must do it."

"But, Calais..." She knew that Elizabeth really wanted to take back that piece of land, and she also knew that Scotland had always been a serious concern.

"She told me that Mary wanted to marry the next king and stay in France, so that the regime would always be in the hands of the Guise family. The Medici wanted to be the regent, and Mary couldn't let her think about her son. She is currently in If she can bring about an Anglo-French marriage, she will win more people's support, which is what she wants."

"I don't believe she will really return Calais." Jiang Xinyan felt something was wrong, sneered, and shook her head.

Elizabeth said she was all ears: "Oh? Tell me."

"If you marry Prince Charles, England will become a vassal of France. On the surface, Medici helps you fight Scotland. It's good, right? But it's not a reward at all. Once you get the Scottish crown, it will be a vassal. Together with England and Ireland, all belong to the French, and she has successfully become the regent, so she will not care about Calais or not, this old woman thinks so beautifully!"

Jiang Xinyan fired a cannonball angrily, stopped for a while, felt uncomfortable, and continued: "Besides, she is a Catholic country, and you are a Protestant. Isn't it a fight if you get married? Liz, I tell you, don't go to Come on, you can't risk losing Protestant support for a piece of land."

"Worthy of being my little rose, what a tacit understanding." The moist and hot kiss was brushed against the ear, and a crisp | numb voice was murmured.

"Hmph..." Puffed up her cheeks arrogantly, pouted, "Then you still promise her?"

"If you don't promise to let go, I can't help it."

"..."

"It's unlikely that Mary will stay in France. The backyard in Scotland has already caught fire. If she doesn't go back to fight the fire, her power will be emptied, so..." He groaned and drew the end of the voice, raising his eyebrows and glanced at Little Rose.

"She will get married again." Jiang Xin said with certainty.

"clever."

"Is it true that she can only rely on marriage to keep the throne?"

"There is no choice."

Jiang Xinyan lowered her head and bit her lower lip. She felt that it was not Mary's fault. The situation in Scotland was so chaotic, worse than France. What could a little girl who grew up in a honeypot do?

Right now, she has no time to sympathize with Mary, because Medici's meddling made her think of more important things—to prevent Elizabeth from intervening in the French religious civil war.

"Medici thinks I'm a fool, so play with her." He hugged Little Rose tightly and gave a sweet scent.

But Little Rose pushed her away extremely uncooperatively.

"Words??"

"Don't play with her, Liz, let the French fight on their own, let's not get involved, okay?" The tone was almost pleading, and she couldn't organize her words. She wanted to say something.

Elizabeth reluctantly took her back into her arms, pressed her soft lips against her tender neck, nibbled|sucked gently, planted a large strawberry, and smiled with satisfaction: "Of course we have to deal with the domestic guys first. "

When it comes to domestic, there are all kinds of things.

Jiang Xinyan froze for a moment, she found that she seemed to be involved in a whirlpool, she clearly felt that there was danger in her intuition, but she couldn't help getting involved.

England, London.

The sky was cloudy and the wind was howling.

The usually bustling and prosperous streets were desolate and desolate. Businessmen, priests, farmers and homeless people all looked for places to hide. Almost all the streets and alleys of the whole city were occupied by rebels. The black robe with the badge, holding a long|sword, shouted "For England" all the way to the palace.

Aurora took Eleanor and carefully hid in a pile of straw next to a shop, holding her breath and her heart beating fast.

They breathed a sigh of relief until the sound of horseshoes and footsteps faded away.

"The cavalry is going too fast, we will definitely not be able to catch up with them, what should we do..."

"I know there's a shortcut."

Olo picked up Eleanor, who was in a mess, and stepped out of the straw pile lightly. The latter suddenly covered her mouth, fell forward, and retched.

"what happened?"

Eleanor clutched her chest in discomfort, her face similar to Elizabeth's wrinkled into a ball, and shook her head: "It's okay, I'm a little dizzy, let's go... we must enter the palace before the rebels."

After waiting for a month and finally waiting for them to do it, the real queen still hasn't come back. As a last resort, Olo had to take a risk to rescue Eleanor. Because of the heavy security, it took several days to wait for this opportunity.

"Come on, I'll hold you up, this way."

Time waits for no one, Olo supports half of her body and walks to the alley behind the shop...

Another Privy Council meeting without the Queen.

Cecil was sitting upright in black clothes, with a straight face, playing the role of superintendent of the country, his eagle-like gaze swept over everyone present, his deep and slow breathing made his curly beard flutter slightly, and he was as calm as a mountain .

The Duke of Huttings and the Duke of Norfolk looked at each other and clapped their hands.

"You said that Her Majesty the Queen has been found, where is she?" He walked up to Cecil with raised eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled up, a hint of cold coercion floated on his slightly ferocious face. "This seat has been vacant for so long, if someone doesn't want to sit, just change it."

"Oh? Who?"

"Whoever's lineage is recognized by the Vatican will be replaced."

"Mary Stuart?" Cecil slowly stroked his beard, without changing his face and heartbeat, and said calmly: "I didn't expect that the Duke still believes in Catholicism devoutly. It seems that you are going to rebel?"

"A country cannot be without a king for a day, this is for the sake of England."

"I only recognize Elizabeth Tudor as the only legitimate queen of England."

"It's a pity that she is already dead." The Duke of Norfolk leaned closer, sneered at Cecil, and agreed.

He hated this old guy the most, he was a lowly person from a humble background, but he was appreciated and reused by Elizabeth, and he opposed him in the court all day long.

Forget it, once Queen Mary comes to power, the old guy's death will not be far away.

As he said that, he winked at the other ministers under his seat...

"Yes, the queen is dead!"

"The throne cannot be left empty!"

A few scattered people followed suit, but their voices were not loud. Seeing Cecil's calm look, they seemed to have a plan in mind, so they didn't dare to be too intense.

Some remained silent, some were staunch supporters of Elizabeth, calm and calm like Cecil, while others were watching.

The huge Privy Council screamed into a ball...

"I seem to hear someone cursing me?"

A deep female voice entered the eardrums, with a deliberately suppressed coldness.

In an instant, everyone stopped arguing and looked at the door together.

A slender and slender figure appeared at the door, wearing a magenta velvet dress, her reddish-brown hair was coiled up and a golden crown inlaid with pearls and gemstones was placed on it, symbolizing the supreme power. There was a trace of anxiety in the dark blue eyes...

"His Majesty."

Cecil stood up, pulled back his chair, and bowed to her from a distance. "you are back."

The two dukes looked at each other and exchanged glances.

Those who supported Elizabeth secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and those who watched the situation quietly rejoiced...