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"My mother tongue is an ideogram, which is both phonetic and ideographic. Based on the official language used in our country more than 400 years later, there are four tones..."

Jiang Xinyan picked up her serious teacher's airs, holding the "consonant table" and "final table" that she had written with all her brain cells, and started teaching in a decent manner.

She has almost forgotten her pinyin when she grows up so big, just as Olo once laughed at her-"Lingyu died early".Fortunately, she didn't forget her mother tongue. She wrote a few words and read them in pinyin, and she gradually remembered some of them.

"These are the six most important vowels."

"Come on, read to me, a, o, e..."

"What's more special is the back nasal sound, listen to me, ang, eng..."

Elizabeth is a good student who is serious and obedient. She is extremely talented and quick-witted. I followed her a few times and quickly mastered the pronunciation of the simple finals. Although there are always a few sounds that are not standard.

She felt that the so-called "difficulty" was just that.

However, when Jiang Xinyan taught her how to pronounce the initials, the proud and confident queen couldn't help but start to doubt life.

B don't pronounce bi, but bo?

p instead of pi, but po?

But with Group A, chanting ba and pa?

What the hell are j, q, and x?

"Didn't you call me by my name so slyly? Xin, come on, read it again." Jiang Xinyan crossed her waist in a bully manner, tapping her knuckles on the table, as if she would slap her palm if she couldn't read well.

"Xin... words?"

With such a thought, I really found the feeling.

"That's right, in addition to pronunciation, tone is also very important, and it's a little difficult."

"I don't think it's difficult, practice makes perfect." He raised his eyebrows and gave her a calm expression.

What a shame.

Jiang Xinyan curled his lips, took a quill and wrote a few words on the white paper, marked the pinyin and tone, and cleared his throat: "Let's take the first syllable uttered by a human baby, Mom, as an example. ma, four tones, mother, hemp, horse, cursing."

"..."

"Read it."

"Are you singing?"

"Be serious, don't laugh!"

"Okay, Mom, Ma, Ma, curse..." Elizabeth burst out laughing, with two fine lines looming in the corners of her eyes, "This tone is so interesting, so you Orientals speak like singing."

"..."

"Wait, Xinyan, let me ask you a question."

"Speak." Resisting the urge to hit her palm with a wooden stick.

Elizabeth suppressed her smile and became serious: "Isn't your language a pattern like a square? How do you pronounce the letters the same as in English?"

At a loss for words, she couldn't answer.

There is no pinyin in ancient Chinese. If she explains this, she can talk about the "Glorious Revolution" to "the disintegration of the Soviet Union" with the spirit of a daughter-in-law's investigation.

"Isn't it convenient for you to study? Don't make trouble, Liz, study hard. After you learn it, you can write to the Emperor Ming and ask him to sell you some spices, tea, silk, etc." Jiang Xinyan made some nonsense, purely Just kidding, but I never expected to light a firewood in Elizabeth's mind.

As it turns out, she underestimated Elizabeth's gift for languages ​​and her ability to learn.

It only took me a week to learn pinyin, including tones.

It only took two weeks to learn strokes.

This is when Elizabeth is busy dealing with a lot of state affairs every day, such a speed-of-light learning progress immediately makes Jiang Xinyan feel inferior. She has studied English for more than ten years, and she still can't understand Shakespeare's plays!

From then on, in her daily life, apart from persuading her daughter-in-law not to participate in the French War of Religion, she racked her brains to "compile" Chinese textbooks.

In mid-February, the wedding of Walsingham and Eleanor was held in St. Paul's Cathedral. The presiding priest was the Archbishop of Canterbury who had crowned the Queen. The procedures and specifications followed the standards of aristocratic families. The guests present were all relatives and friends. Class distinctions.

Jiang Xinyan stood behind the well-dressed Elizabeth, clasped her hands tightly to restrain her excitement, and the solemn and sacred oath from the archbishop echoed in her eardrums, as if in a dream. It turns out that Protestant weddings look like this.

The simplified ceremony does not overemphasize the romantic process, mainly oaths, weakening the red tape of the religious part, and highlighting the humanistic color, which symbolizes the decline of the old aristocracy and the rise of the new aristocracy in this era.

I took a peek at Elizabeth, and saw that although there was a smile on her lips, her eyes were slightly complicated...

It feels weird.

After exchanging the rings, Worthingham no longer had that paralyzed face, and his vivid joy turned into tenderness. He kissed Eleanor very lightly and carefully.

For some reason, Jiang Xinyan always felt that the loyal dog temperament in him was stronger, especially when facing Eleanor, so that it was easy to remind people of... the king and the minister.

It must be that Eleanor is too similar to Elizabeth, which makes her have the illusion of jumping in the show. I pray that Worthingham will not be like her, otherwise Eleanor will be too miserable-no one wants the mode of getting along between husband and wife to be Be careful, right?

For everyone present, the Queen's presence and attention undoubtedly added some majesty and nobility to the wedding, while the Royal Church and the Queen's Archbishop are the highest treatment that common people can enjoy.

However, the new couple is out of the commoner class from now on.

Because Elizabeth named Worthingham a baron, Eleanor enjoyed the title of "Queen's Sister". The common property of the two is three large manors, with a total annual income of [-] pounds, and a large sum of generous rewards. With Eleanor's dowry, they can be considered rich.

Back at the manor mansion, Jiang Xinyan and Aurora took Eleanor to hide in the room, enthusiastically gave her popular science "precautions for pregnant women", and said that they would help her through pregnancy, childbirth and breastfeeding, so that she could rest assured.

After all, puerperal fever in this era is still terrible.

Considering Eleanor's physical condition, the party that was supposed to be held was canceled. Elizabeth and Worthingham sat drinking in the empty main hall. The dark shadows were engulfed by flickering candles and projected on the walls covered with sandalwood brown wood .

The air is filled with a faint aroma of wine...

"Congratulations, bid farewell to being single."

During the silence, Elizabeth raised the glass, her seductive and glamorous face was covered with a layer of warm orange|yellow|color, and there was a hazy melancholy looming.

The man in a daze froze for a moment, a helpless smile appeared on his stiff face, he looked stiff and clumsy, he raised his glass and touched her: "Thank you, Your Majesty, I hope I can have the opportunity to see your wedding in my life."

The cold wine poured into the throat, it was the coldness that penetrated the heart and lungs.

"What a Worthingham, do you see through that I don't plan to get married?" The slender and slender knuckles slid across the air, pointed at him, and raised the corners of his mouth.

She smiled, very helplessly.

Seeing the smile in her eyes getting stronger, Walsinghan could only feel the sadness and sadness in his heart, and he couldn't help moving his throat slightly: "Actually... Your Majesty is already married, right?"

Dazed, he turned his probing gaze, nodded with a chuckle for a moment, and sighed: "Very good, careful observation, worthy of being my master spy."

"Your Majesty..." He just shouted and didn't continue.

Elizabeth filled herself with wine, raised her head and took a big sip regardless of her image, almost choking.

"I wish I was a man."

"..."

"Then, I will be warmly welcomed by this cold-blooded family. I will be expected, blessed, and recognized, and I will be free to choose whom to fall in love with—politically marrying a vase queen, privately loving my mistress, Just like my father."

"If I were a man, no matter who I married, my kingdom would not be reduced to a dowry and a vassal. If I were a man, even if I couldn't give her glory and titles, I could tell everyone openly that I love her."

"I seem to be in a prison. This cage is resplendent and magnificent, but I hold the key to unlock it in my hand, but I clearly understand that I can't open it in this life."

Worthingham frowned, her brown eyes reflected her bright smile, her lips moved, hesitant to speak.

"You have to treat Ella well." Putting down the glass, Elizabeth leaned on the back of the chair, propped her forehead, tilted her head, and glanced at his stiff and dull face with a half-smile, "She is a brave and strong girl, worthy of being loved, If you let me know that you bullied her, sorry for her, you will be finished."

Although the tone was harsh, there was no real meaning in it.

She believed in Worthingham, just as she believed that he would not, even if everyone else betrayed her.

Just so confident.

"I will love her and protect her for the rest of my life." In front of the queen, Worthingham never lied.

Then he quietly added in his heart: At the same time, he will always be loyal to you and support you.

A solitary flame jumped and crackled, those gray-blue eyes soaked in candlelight were suddenly dyed with charming colors, the red hair fell silently, and the tall nose line parted half hidden in the dark shadow The side face, as if exuding indifference and arrogance like contempt for all living beings, condensed into cold ice in the dim warm light.

She is still the queen, she has not changed.

In early March, Mary Stuart's fleet crossed the English Channel, entered the Thames River, and traveled all the way to London.

Cecil was 1 unhappy about receiving the Catholic queen. He hated this cannibalistic belief and the Holy See, which cultivated executioners, and wished to execute all the Catholics in England, or drive them away go out.

But the queen has always been tolerant towards her subjects, and never resorted to extreme punishments because of their beliefs, so he did the same.

Since the queen had ordered in advance that the reception specifications did not need to be too grand, Cecil made some casual preparations on his own initiative. He did not wear a formal dress, nor did he arrange for a guard of honor to play music. Like going for a walk.

About 30 years ago, England received King Francois I of France, the grandfather of Mary's short-lived husband, with the highest standard of etiquette for a formal meeting of heads of state. At that time, Henry VIII, who was king, came here in a grand costume. The pomp is grand.

Today, however, the queen not only did not come, but also set the meeting place at Greenwich Palace instead of Hampton Palace, which has already shown her attitude.

Contempt, disdain, indifference.

The barge with the Scottish king's flag on a blue background and white stripes was docked steadily on the river bank from far to near, and two female officers slowly came out of the cabin surrounded by curtains, carefully supporting the people behind them.

Seeing Mary Stuart for the first time, the officials on the shore couldn't help being amazed...

She is so tall, taller than a man.

With a slender figure wrapped in a complicated and gorgeous golden dress, she stepped off the boat with elegant and dignified steps with the support of the female officer. The cold wind blowing from the river bank pulled a few strands of brown hair across her white and sickly face, swaying Innumerable soft black shadows appeared, and the thick and long eyelashes were opened in an instant when he raised his eyes. The deep and bright black pupils were like a pool of clear spring water, instantly capturing everyone's attention...

She is beautiful, delicate, gentle and charming, and is the type that men like most.

Two young lads just swallowed their saliva...

"Her Majesty Queen Mary, welcome to England."

In the end, it was Cecil who was old and stable, and the fleeting amazement stayed for only a second, and then he resumed his neither humble nor overbearing posture, bowing and saluting.

Eerie silence.

Mary didn't respond immediately, but looked around, and found that there were only a few people here, not even the red carpet was laid, and there were no flower girls. She couldn't help frowning: "Is this how you treat guests? Where's Elizabeth?"

"Your Majesty is busy with state affairs, so you can't get away." Cecil didn't hold back from her, and straightened up on his own, nodding respectfully, his curly beard fluttering in the wind.

Her face changed and she remained silent.