The sun never sets rose

The carriage swayed to the point of drowsiness. At this speed, I don't know how long it will take to reach the city of London. Jiang Xinyan simply closed his eyes and fell asleep before he knew it...

It seems to have had a very strange dream.

On the stone platform lay a person, dressed gorgeously, but her face could not be seen clearly, while she knelt by the stone platform and sobbed, holding a withered red rose in her hand.

Then fell into darkness, vaguely felt the body shaking.

Opening her eyes, she was still in the carriage, covered with a dark green thin velvet cloak, with red and white roses embroidered on the back, and the coat of arms representing the Tudor royal family. Elizabeth was gone, and the light outside was much darker. Come noisy.

At that moment, I was a little flustered, just for a moment.

Open the window, it is almost dusk, the convoy is walking on a flat and wide city street, with wooden houses lined up on both sides, crowded with men, women and children who come to watch, everyone holds or There are few flowers, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces, and they scramble to get closer when the guards are struggling to maintain order.

And the person she was looking for was riding a royal horse, slowly advancing in front of the carriage, following the cheers of the crowd, waving to the civilians on both sides of the street, as if he was a kind and benevolent gentleman.

It's just a back view, slim and tall, but Jiang Xinyan has a strong sense of emptiness, as if she is far away from her...

Thinking of what is said in the information, Queen Elizabeth likes to travel on horseback the most. She shows her kindness and love for the people in front of the public, and knows how to win the hearts of the people.

Jiang Xinyan put her head against the window frame, staring at the back in a daze.

"wake up?"

Unknowingly, the person in front slowed down, was level with the carriage, turned his head slightly, and saw a head as white as a porcelain doll resting on the window frame, staring at Yao Hei's eyes, slightly pouted, as if to Distracted.

Jiang Xinyan looked up at her as if waking up from a dream, not sure if it was an illusion, but she always seemed to catch a glimpse of a faint smile, but when she looked closely, she still had an expressionless and indifferent face.Then he nodded and whispered, "Where are we now?"

"Central London."

"Oh……"

The city of London more than 400 years ago looked like a rural village. The houses were compact and all made of wood. The corners were full of dirt and dirt, and the garbage was still piled up at the door. It's strange, or a fire can burn the whole city.

"We'll be at Hampton Court Palace soon." She glanced at the girl and was distracted again. There was a little displeasure between her brows, but she didn't say anything else. She smiled brightly when facing the crowd.

Jiang Xinyan retracted his head, folded the cloak, and put it aside. After a while, he couldn't help touching it. He didn't know what kind of good fabric it was. It felt good, and he could smell a faint fragrance, which was very familiar.

"Put this on. In autumn, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, so be careful of catching cold." She stretched her head out again, holding up the cloak.

The man on horseback paused, and said in a stiff tone, "No need."

"..."

Hampton Palace is located in Southwest London, Richmond by the River Thames. It is a typical Tudor style building. It was built in 1515. It is known as "Versailles of England". It was originally the red house of King Henry VIII. It was owned by Bishop Wolsey, and later with Wolsey's downfall, the most magnificent palace at that time became the property of the royal family.

The motorcade arrived at the gate of the palace. The brick-red walls and the extremely neatly designed garden art made Jiang Xinyan's eyes shine when he couldn't wait to get out of the carriage. He was amazed at this extremely luxurious and majestic palace, and looked straight ahead.

Windsor Castle is beautiful enough, but this is the real amazing.

"Miss, are you cold? Why are you taking off your cloak..." Jane came to her as soon as she got off the carriage. His Majesty's cloak?"

Jiang Xinyan looked down at the cloak in his hand, and wanted to return it to Elizabeth, but the other party had already been surrounded by princes and nobles and walked in the front, so he didn't have time to pay attention to her.

The closest one was the handsome man at the hunting dinner.

"It's okay, I'm not cold, I'll return it to His Majesty later." A feeling of disappointment lingered in my heart, very faint.

……

The room in Hampton Court Palace is similar to the layout of Windsor Castle, the difference is that the space is larger, there is an extra small cloakroom, and the view outside the window is wider.

The room was very clean. Someone should have cleaned it in advance. It was spotless. Jiang Xinyan took the clothes out of the box and put them in the cloakroom. As the sky got darker, he felt a little hungry.

Want to eat rice, Kung Pao chicken, eggplant with minced meat, spicy crayfish, vinegar potato shreds, mapo tofu...

"Jane, I'm hungry." Rubbing her stomach with a resentful face.

The little girl feeding the rabbit was stunned for a moment, "Ah, I asked the guard to bring dinner over!"

"No, I don't want to eat that, it's too bad to eat!"

Soybeans, grilled fish, bacon, white bread... She was going to throw up!In modern times, we know that British dark cuisine is famous all over the world. No one who travels is for food. I didn’t expect this to have a historical origin!

Even without rice and Chinese food, wouldn't it be nice to have some newly introduced food?What about corn in the American continent?What about tomatoes?Where did it all go?

No matter how bad it is, at least she knows how to cook the "national dish" of scrambled eggs with tomatoes!

"Then... what would miss want to eat?"

In Jane's eyes, the "dark cuisine" that Jiang Xinyan finds unpalatable is a delicacy that she may not even be able to eat during festivals, and she is actually disgusted.

Rubbing his stomach, frowning, thinking that if he was a chef, he might be able to cook delicious food with limited ingredients...

Chef? !

"Jane, didn't you work in the kitchen before? Then you must know someone in the kitchen, how about we go make dinner by ourselves?" The dim black eyes lit up instantly, as if they saw hope.

"But without His Majesty's permission, you can't go out..."

"..."

This is a bug, Jiang Xinyan almost forgot that he was under house arrest.

"Your Majesty, Earl Arlen will arrive in London tomorrow."

No matter when and where, Cecil always likes to wear a black robe.

The woman sitting behind the desk didn't raise her head, she was holding a quill pen, dipped in ink, and was writing something at a very fast speed. Rows of smooth and beautiful cursive letters jumped out on the paper, "Don't make a fuss, just bring it to Whitehall, is there anyone with him?"

"Only one of his squires."

"Separate them before entering the palace, and send someone to secretly watch his attendants." The melted wax was as thick as blood, dripped on the letter paper to draw a perfect circle, and then engraved Elizabeth's exclusive private coat of arms, shaking Ring the bell, and immediately a guard came in, took the letter, "To Grand Duke Charles."

Seemingly guessing what was written in the letter, Cecil frowned, "Your Majesty, are you really not going to consider Grand Duke Charles?"

"Unless you want England to become part of the territory of the Holy Roman Empire." The light of the candle flames danced in her eyes, like a ghost, and she was completely different from the attitude of welcoming those suitors.

It does make sense to say so, but Cecil feels more and more that no one in the Queen may consider using this perfect excuse.

The guard outside the door came in again, not the same one, and interrupted what Cecil was about to say, "Your Majesty, that foreigner wants to ask you to allow her to go to the kitchen to cook dinner."

The eyes soaked in the golden flame suddenly passed a slight movement. From the memory of the fingertips, it was silky and satin-like skin, and the clean and bright black eyes broke her innate prejudice against black.

Then, the thinking turned to think of the girl's motive for doing so.

"Let her go, you follow."

Still can't trust her completely.

"Yes."

"You go down too, William, I want to be quiet." He turned and walked to the window, pinched the bridge of his nose, looked at the small boats on the Thames River, the scattered lights, and closed his eyes tiredly.

The people behind left silently, and the room fell into a dead silence.

Touching the ring habitually, thousands of thoughts boiled in her mind. More than once, she dreamed of those days when she was imprisoned in the Tower of London, as well as the guillotine in the Green Tower. She was so close to death. In order to take the position of being in charge of the power of life and death, the god of death did not go far.

Her future, and that of England, are bound together.

Future...?

The kitchen was busy, preparing dinner for the queen. Various fruits and vegetables were neatly placed on the large stone platform. Although the variety was not as rich as the modern ones, it was also in line with the luxury of the royal family. Moreover, at a glance , I actually saw potatoes!

Jane is in charge of explaining and negotiating with the cooks. The ingredients and seasonings in this era are limited. Even the kitchen in the palace cannot match the convenience of a modern kitchen. Jiang Xinyan is like a little milk dog who smells meat. Shuttle flexibly, and unceremoniously regard this place as his own home.

Nutmeg, cloves, saffron, cinnamon, galangal, sugar, pepper... These expensive seasonings are impossible to see in common people's homes, and they are said to have been introduced from the East.

——It would be nice if there was soy sauce.

"Shall we make dumplings?"

"Okay, okay, I want to eat!" Jane was the first to applaud, and all the aunts and uncles in the kitchen stared.

"I need flour, water, minced pork and cabbage. Come on, prepare the ingredients first, and I will divide the work for you."

No one moved, they looked at each other.

"Do as she says."

A green shadow came in, with his hands behind his back, his scrutinizing eyes quickly swept over everyone in the kitchen, and fixed on Jiang Xinyan, hiding his edge.

"Your Majesty..." The people in the room fell to their knees.

Only that girl didn't salute her, she was as quiet as a statue, her clear black eyes were soaked with a hint of obsession, she moved towards her direction, her thin lips parted slightly, squirming slightly, belatedly kneel down.

Steadily stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and stopped her, "What did you say just now, say it again."

"dumpling."

Being touched was like getting an electric shock, and she blushed quickly. Jiang Xinyan was afraid that she would disagree, so she added: "It's an oriental delicacy, I want to try it..."

There was a stream of light in the gray-blue pupils, reflecting her face, clear and real, and suddenly, she smiled, "Do I have a share?"

"Of course, I can do whatever Your Majesty wants to eat, as long as I can do it."

"very good."

The seductive smile was faintly visible, charming with all kinds of styles. Jiang Xinyan stared blankly for a moment, and quickly looked away, and then heard her soft voice: "I'm waiting for you in the study."