The sun never sets rose

During the holiday, Elizabeth took her little wife out to go shopping in the palace. The two dressed up as the daughters of ordinary rich merchants, and followed dozens of guards around London.

But in fact, it's not just for fun, Jiang Xinyan found out shortly after she came out that her daughter-in-law had another purpose.

Every time I go to the door of a store, I just ask the price, don't buy anything, and let her remember.

"Are you trying to make me familiar with prices?"

"Ah."

Walking through the center of the city, Elizabeth led her hand across the street, boarded a waiting carriage, and drove out of the city.

"How much have you written down?" He turned his head and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Xinyan rubbed his fingers and muttered: "A pound of ginger is two shillings, a pound of saffron is ten shillings, a gallon of wine is eight pence, a hundredweight of sugar is one hundred shillings... Wow, why is sugar so expensive?"

"Because it can only be imported from overseas, this is only mixed sugar from the New World. If it is cane sugar from the East, it will cost about 160 shillings."

Speaking of her favorite food, Elizabeth couldn't help feeling intoxicated, how smart people can make sugar, a sweet and pleasant seasoning.

Jiang Xinyan nodded foolishly, not seeing the expectation on her daughter-in-law's face at all.

"Last time Olo said that tailors in the city can't earn thirty pounds a year. Assuming that the monthly salary is two pounds, then... these candies are equivalent to three months' salary." She was not good at math and had to snap her fingers Count slowly to figure it out.

Elizabeth just nodded and said nothing.

"Liz, you asked me to remember this..."

"In case you go out and bring a thousand pounds to make a fool of yourself."

"..."

There was silence for a while, and when she looked sideways, her precious little wife stared at her angrily, her lips were wrinkled and turned white, and she punched her silently: "For a long time, you are laughing at me!"

"No, baby, I swear." He rubbed his ear against her smooth and full forehead, and sent a sweet kiss. "Actually, I want to say that sugar is very expensive."

"I know……"

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes, and gnawed hard on her chin, leaving dense tooth marks. "No matter how expensive it is, it won't affect your drinking sweet milk every day, right, you capitalist, hmph."

It hurts little Rose to bite.

Elizabeth frowned slightly, and begged for mercy with a helpless smile: "I surrender, I said to myself, don't bite, let me tell the truth, okay?"

"Is there the truth??"

Nodding, hesitating for a few times and considering his words, he said softly: "Do you know the sugar production method in your hometown?"

dazed...

It seems to extract sugar from sugar cane?

It's rare to see the proud queen lack confidence, Jiang Xinyan's wicked taste was instantly aroused, she smiled slyly, and sat up | "Hey, I know, if you ask me, I'll say it."

"My heart said, be good." She coaxed patiently.

"No, no, how can such a precious secret recipe be revealed so easily, that it will cut off the source of income for my motherland? Hmph~"

Little Rose looks silly, but she is actually a monkey.

Elizabeth pinched her chin with a headache, and induced her with a good temper: "Sugar is what I love the most. It would be great if England could produce it on its own. Do you have the heart to watch me drink unsweetened milk?"

"You want to sell this for money?"

"..." was seen through at a glance.

Not soft, but hard.

She cleared her throat and straightened her face, but before she could get serious, Jiang Xinyan broke free from her shackles, curled up and hugged her arms...

Elizabeth pressed her troublesome little hand, panting a little: "Don't... well, you are such a headache."

"Feeling it?" He smiled maliciously.

Reluctantly, he fastened the skirt and nodded, not wanting to admit it.

The space in the carriage is limited, it's not very convenient to "do | things", and it would be bad if the guards escorting outside heard it, Jiang Xinyan knew how to measure, so he didn't bother her anymore, and sat down obediently.

"The sugar in my hometown is extracted from a plant called sugarcane. It looks like a bamboo pole and is very long. It is peeled and cut into several pieces to eat. The juice is very sweet, but I don't know how to extract it from it. Clear..." Scratching his hair, he leaned into his daughter-in-law's arms and kissed her palm.

"Sugar cane?" I repeated it, making sure that it was an unfamiliar word. Elizabeth fell into confusion, wondering: "Then how to plant it?"

"It's a tropical crop, and it's too cold here."

"..."

"But you can grow beets!" Jiang Xinyan pretended to be tricky, pinching her face with a smile, "Beetroots contain sugar, you ask some farmers to study how to extract it, or directly use beetroots to cook soup as seasoning, it's not as good as Poor sucrose."

This is the benefit of liberal arts students.

When I was carrying cash crops, I was in a lot of pain. I didn't expect that it would come in handy after a few years, and it was very likely that it would be useful for changing history.

"beet…?"

There is such a thing in England, but it is only a dish on the tables of the poor poor.

Elizabeth couldn't believe it...

Hatfield Hall, Hertfordshire.

This is the place where Elizabeth lived in her childhood. The well-cut English garden is surrounded by green plants. In front of the door is a stone fountain with a statue of an angel. Leafy oak.

The winter before last, under this oak tree, Elizabeth received a heraldic ring symbolizing the power of the King of England, announcing the coming of her era.

Jiang Xinyan walked around the oak tree a few times, as if he was in a movie scene, and a few words came to his mind:

- what I longed for has been destroyed

——What I have, I will defend to the death

—I love, yet are compelled to hate

——There are thousands of words in my heart, which finally turn into silence

——Love, if it wants to be kind, it must be cruel

This is the poem Elizabeth wrote ten years later.

Because of the dismissal of a large number of servants, this royal manor is extremely deserted. There are only a few guards stationed outside, and a few maids come to clean up regularly. All the decorations in the house have not changed, and they retain the style of Princess Elizabeth. .

"Liz, what did you bring me here for?"

Stepping into the main room of the manor, a portrait of a woman caught Jiang Xinyan's attention.

"Do you like it here?"

“Not bad, suitable for retirement in seclusion~”

Elizabeth walked towards the portrait, stared at it for a long time, turned around, looked around at the familiar environment, and held her hand: "I'll give it to you, and this will be your fief from now on, okay?"

"what?"

"Hatfield... has carried too many memories of me. I said to myself, my only regret is that you were absent from my past, but fortunately, you are present in my future."

"..."

"So, don't leave." He leaned over and wrapped her in his arms, his long sigh drowned out his melancholy, and he suddenly became vulnerable.

Jiang Xinyan lowered his eyes and said nothing, let her hold her, and nodded slightly.

Originally, I wanted to say that she was not absent from Elizabeth's past, and those were only written and recorded in her memory, but after carefully savoring the meaning of this sentence, it seems that it is true, the years before Elizabeth's accession to the throne Here, she does not exist.

Not being able to accompany each other during that darkest time is the most regrettable thing for her.

This manor seems to have some kind of magical power, which immediately brought Elizabeth back to her girlhood. She took Jiang Xinyan to every room, talking about her past life, but never mentioned negative energy. She told her, It's passed.

Coming out of the manor, Jiang Xinyan got a bunch of keys.

The next day, it was cloudy.

Jiang Xinyan took the letter written a few days ago and handed it to the court courier, asking him to send it to the former queen of France, Marie Stuart.The monkey-cheeked boy looked at her suspiciously, took the letter and left without saying anything.

After finishing this matter, the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. As long as Mary can agree to ratify the treaty at the moment, it is worth the risk for her to take this risk.

So she hummed a little song and went back to the bedroom...

"Your Majesty, do you still want to send this letter?"

Worthingham held the torn letter paper in his hand, and the unattractive handwritten English came into view, obviously from the hands of an unorthodox educated person.

The seal pattern on the wax paint is a red dragon and a golden lion.

Any letter entering or leaving the palace will be monitored by the intelligence department without exception. When the courier handed it to Walsingham and explained who sent it, he asked his staff to open it and read it immediately, and he was able to do it. The only one who opened the letter without trace and restored it was his intelligence team.

He was greatly surprised by the content of the letter, and also aroused a trace of vigilance.

He then handed the letter to the Queen.

"of course."

With her back to him, Elizabeth stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, but her eyes and heart couldn't accommodate the scenery outside.

Little Rose, writing letters to her political enemies.

The familiar address of "Dear Mary" was used.

——If you agree to ratify the "Treaty of Edinburgh", I will tell you a true prophecy. In about 42 years, your dream will finally come true.

Thinking of the words in the letter, she felt helpless and sad.

42 years later, she will be 70 years old. According to the "future" that Little Rose once wrote on paper, she will die that year. As for "Mary's dream scene", besides seizing her crown, unifying Britain and the Soviet Union , what else?

His shoulders trembled slightly, and he couldn't stretch himself anymore.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she was truly alone.

"His Majesty……"

"Send the letter, I want to see how Mary will respond." A drop of crystal appeared in the corner of her eye, she blinked, the redness in her eyes gradually faded away, her voice remained calm.

A lonely figure blocks everything.

"I don't quite believe that Miss Jiang will..."

"I don't believe it either."

"So you have to make sure that their communication is smooth, and I want to see the written evidence with my own eyes, otherwise, any speculation is false."

After a while, Elizabeth turned around, her condensed eyes fell on the letter paper in his hand, and suddenly dimmed.

Walsingham nodded and folded the papers.

"By the way, Your Majesty, I want to... ask you one thing."

"Oh?"

A smattering of hope rarely appeared on his perennially paralyzed face. He raised his head, and a trace of tenderness inadvertently appeared in his eyes: "Can you...marry Miss Eleanor to me?"

Dazed, shocked, a complicated expression appeared in his pupils.

"You have only known each other for more than three months."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am serious, and I hope you approve."

Walsingham was one year older than Elizabeth, and he was born in a humble family of lawyers. With his personal ability and the Queen's appreciation, he got to where he is today, and he is still alone. In terms of status, he and Eleanor should be rightly matched.

"Ella's current situation is very special, you..." Elizabeth stared straight at his brown pupils, trying to find some signs of joking, but only saw her own face through these eyes.

"I know, but I like her."

"Without any purpose, do you like it?"

"Yes."

His firm and sincere gaze is just like that loyalty.

After a long time, Elizabeth nodded lightly, and slightly raised the corners of her lips: "Okay, I approve. I will prepare Ella's dowry, but your wedding should not be publicized, you understand."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."