The sun never sets rose

The extravagance and luxury of Hampton Palace can be compared to the future Palace of Versailles. It has the advantage of being brand new after a short construction period. The old-fashioned castle with a history of hundreds of years is much more pleasing to the eye.

There was no banquet, no celebration, no welcome with great fanfare, and Mary lived in the palace of England so quietly that some of the little maids who did chores didn't know who she was.

For Marie, who is free and playful by nature and influenced by French romanticism, this is an unbearable thing.

How can there be no dance?

How can there be no drama and choir?

Sure enough, Elizabeth is a stingy and poor person...

No complaints, Mary is quite satisfied with the room she lives in. It is big enough, luxurious enough, transparent and well lit, and the furniture and accessories are all valuable, especially the set of white porcelain and gold-rimmed teapots and teacups on the table, which is very popular with her. Xin is also worthy of her status, no worse than that in the French court.

The maids were sorting out the luggage they brought, because they didn't know how long the queen would stay here, so they didn't unpack all of them, and only took out commonly used things, including some expensive skirts and jewelry brought back from France.

When Jiang Xinyan found him, the room was in chaos.

"His Majesty."

Followed by Hannah.

"Xinyan, why are you here?" Mary was very happy to see her, put down the skirt in her hand and walked over, hugging her warmly, "I told you to call me Mary, I will be angry if I don't change my words."

She also learned this weird oriental name several times before learning it, and it was not standard.

"Okay, Mary." She smiled helplessly, and glanced at the busy maids in the room, "Leave this to them. Let's go for a walk and show you around."

"Well, that's exactly what I mean, let's go."

Stepping out of the room, Mary took her arm naturally.

The door of the study was slammed and wailed, swaying with Elizabeth's windy footsteps, and then it was carefully closed, and the broken air condensed into lumps again.

"Your Majesty...be safe and don't be impatient..." Cecil, who was following Pidianpidian, just took a breath, and before he could finish his sentence, he raised his head and met the Queen's cannibalistic eyes.

"The old antiques in the Privy Council, it's just...!" Elizabeth propped her hands on the edge of the desk, the veins on her forehead were bulging, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Cecil wiped off his sweat: "Actually... they are also thinking about His Majesty, and it is not appropriate to amend the law at will... maybe wait a few more years..."

"I can't wait a few more days!"

"But...why do you insist on changing it...'Chicken | adulterer is guilty' is common sense known throughout Europe, and your open confrontation with tradition will affect your reputation, as well as... the throne."

As the voice fell, the condensed air seemed to crack an imperceptible gap, and the cold wind whizzed through it, sweeping the fragile eardrums, and then everything fell silent for a moment.

Elizabeth stared down at the map on the table. Ships flying the flag of England had spread all over the world. She seemed deaf to this sentence.

"My father once openly confronted the Holy See, freed his people from the hellish church rule, and became the English people's own God. Some people said that he did it for his own selfish desires, and some people said that he had long been ambitious, and then he succeeded. , and then backed down again, the price paid was nothing more than a woman."

Having said that, she suddenly burst into laughter, stood up straight, turned her back, and looked out the window.

"Reform|reform is always accompanied by bloodshed. There must always be a pioneer who pioneered this road. Even if my father was tyrannical during his lifetime, it does not prevent him from being remembered by future generations. Oh, of course, it is also possible that the world will remember that he married Killed six wives and killed five."

"Time will prove that his approach is correct, and it will also prove that I am right. Those who follow the trend will live, and those who go against the current will die. I am the daughter of Henry VIII, and I will be remembered by people like him."

Barges, large and small, are running back and forth on the Thames River. In this season of warm spring and the recovery of all things, it witnesses the prosperity of this capital and this kingdom, in the past, now and in the future.

Elizabeth let go of her clenched hands, turned around, her gray eyes showed a bright smile: "Start by abolishing the law of 'death penalty for chicken adulterers', as long as you don't die, you don't need to torture, and other punishments are optional. .”

"Your Majesty, you are too kind..." Cecil wrinkled his old face and stroked his beard in embarrassment. "However, I am glad that you can proceed cautiously. After all, this kind of thing has to be done slowly."

Among the attitudes of European countries towards homosexuality - to be precise, it should be the homosexual men called "chicken | adulterers", England is the most harsh, and the punishment is the most severe. Discovery is death, and Henry promulgated this law VIII.

Worthingham, who has been ignored as a transparent person, finally couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "I agree with Your Majesty's idea, you can change the death penalty to hard labor, in the form of atonement to God, this may solve the problem of those scumbags. Problems that no one in the industry wants to work on.”

After finishing speaking, he and Elizabeth looked at each other and nodded.

He knew that the queen was gay, so he might have done this out of selfishness, but this law is not something that can be completely abolished just by saying it can be abolished. Instead of risking offending the parliament and forcing reforms, it is better to think of a compromise first. Others The matter is left to the people behind to do it.

Cecil nodded hesitantly: "I will draw up a draft for His Majesty's review first, and then send it to the Parliament."

"Wait." Walsingham suddenly stopped him and looked at the Queen: "In order not to attract attention and avoid being caught by someone with a heart, I suggest that Your Majesty see if there are any other legal provisions that you want to amend, and draft them together before submitting them. .”

"That's right, such as the "Poor Law." Whoever is a vagrant is a crime. Begging and forced labor are prohibited."

"Yes."

As soon as the nagging "old father" left, Elizabeth couldn't help but cast admiring glances at Worthingham, walked up to him, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "You are quite conscious, why, are you willing to leave behind the sweethearts at home?" Wife coming to the palace?"

"Your Majesty needs me anytime, I'm always there." When mentioning his wife, Walsinghan rarely showed a little bit of shyness on his face.

Nodding with satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder: "Very well, now I want you to do something."

"Please order, Your Majesty."

"For me...monitor Xinyan."

One hand was still on his shoulder, but his face was slowly moved away, he let out a deep breath, let go, and turned his back.

She went back to the window and stared quietly.

Worthingham heard a light sigh, but the invisible and intangible air seemed to fall on his heart, obviously very heavy.

"Are you worried about her and Queen Mary..."

"Why, I'm very relieved." Elizabeth smiled towards the window, as if she never got tired of seeing the ships on the Thames. "Actually, I have arranged for someone to monitor her. In the name of love, do you think it's ridiculous?"

This kind of thing is not easy to judge, Walsinghan silently lowered his head and did not speak.

There is no need to respond, and I said to myself: "I found an interesting phenomenon. Mary seems to be very interested in heart words. Listening to her words is like treating God. Don't you think you can use it?"

"Maybe Queen Mary did it on purpose?"

"So you need to investigate. If it can be confirmed, this will be a great opportunity."

From this angle, Elizabeth's eyes and expressions could not be seen, and Walsinghan was completely unable to judge the situation in which these words came from. His queen was a masked person, and even face to face might not be able to clearly peek into her heart.

Sometimes, she is like a passionate little woman, and sometimes she is like a cold stone.

Contempt for morality, trample on rules, capricious.

The only certainty is that she is a good queen to the people of England, and the supreme master of his heart.

Walsinghan didn't ask any further questions, and replied cautiously: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

The sky was gloomy as if it was going to rain, and the air was filled with the smell of cold wind. Jiang Xinyan took Mary-Stuart to visit the palace and came to her favorite secret garden. Because of the high latitude climate, early spring Many flowers are not open.

"This little garden is quite interesting."

"Yes, I like it too. It would be even better if it didn't rain all the time." Jiang Xinyan happily pulled Mary to sit on the stone bench, looked up at the stormy sky.

Mary followed her gaze and looked up at the sky: "It is said that the weather in England is not good. I saw it today, and it is true. But it is very similar to Scotland."

"You're used to the weather in France, of course."

"Speaking of being in France, I haven't thanked you enough yet, so you left without saying goodbye, making it easy for me to find you." Mary's voice was as sweet as honey candy but not greasy, with the peculiar lightness of a girl, warm and easy Reminiscent of the youthful years when I was a teenager.

"Did Elizabeth send someone to rescue you? I remember that night..." The voice paused, her expression suddenly lost, her deep black pupils revealed a trace of deep sadness, she lowered her head, and her thin lips were tightly pressed.

That day was the funeral of Francois II, and she lost her lover, support, and friends all at once.

"Mary, I'm sorry..." A soft corner of her heart was poked, and Jiang Xinyan knew what she remembered, and she also became sad.

In her heart, love is very important, so she can't imagine the scene of losing Elizabeth. She often prays silently. Admittedly, I have always been cowardly.

"No, I should be the one apologizing to you. I'm sorry that you have been separated from her for so long by doing that kind of thing." Mary took her hand and looked at her seriously and sincerely.

"Forget what I said? You are the queen, you can't say sorry easily."

"But you are my friend, there is no shame in apologizing to a friend." Corrected stubbornly.

At a loss for words, Jiang Xinyan smiled helplessly.

This little queen is different from the tragic character described by historians as a "slut" in her imagination. If she is simple-minded, she may not be really stupid. If she is complicated, she is so emotional and loyal.

It's really... very contradictory.

"By the way, I haven't told you the 'True Prophecy' yet, aren't you curious?" The topic was changed in time to cover up the inexplicably sad and melancholy atmosphere.

"Then tell me, what is it?"

Looking around, it was very quiet, only Mary's two personal ladies and Hannah were there, Jiang Xinyan smiled mysteriously, and whispered: "You will have a son named James, who will peacefully unify England and Scotland in the future. "

"After 42 years...?"

"Ah."

Finally fulfilling the promise, Jiang Xinyan breathed a sigh of relief, but really didn't want to get involved in such a sensitive topic.

"!!!"

Mary's body froze, she stared at her with staring eyes, and there were turbulent waves in her dark and deep eyes, her thin lips slightly parted and squirmed slightly, feeling the turbulent blood in her chest driving her heart to beat wildly, shaking her breathing Fast and short.

Did she hear it right?

Just from the point of having a son, she has already defeated Elizabeth. What's more, her son will unify the two countries and realize her dream.

"My heart, is it true?" Mary grabbed her hand and couldn't help clenching it with excitement, but then she calmed down again, "Can you tell me this kind of thing? Wouldn't Elizabeth go crazy if she found out?"

"So I'm telling you quietly, and I want to make a small request by the way, just for the sake of this bright future, is that okay?" She frowned, her hands hurt a little from being grabbed, and this woman was quite strong.

"Okay, you say."

"Stop the hostility between you and Elizabeth, at least maintain a friendly state on the surface, otherwise you will lose both in the fight, and the other countries will benefit. None of you want your own country to become a victim, right, you want to unify anyway."

In order to make herself look less purposeful, Jiang Xinyan relaxed her tone and focused the conflict on interests. Of course, she would not tell Mary that the unification after decades was not because of how powerful her son was, but England did not have a suitable heir, and Elizabeth passed the throne to James when she was dying.

She remembered an interesting joke: If two women could get married, Elizabeth and Mary would not have to fight to the death all their lives, and they would marry directly, and all problems would be solved.

I don't know how much Mary listened to, but her expression suddenly became very subtle, a little...unpredictable.

She tilted her head as if thinking, then narrowed her eyes slightly, and nodded hesitantly: "That's right, I can't break my face with her for the time being."

It can be seen that Jiang Xinyan is trying his best to think of Elizabeth, but yesterday's meeting made Mary understand one thing: this pair of lovers does not have a tacit understanding.

She seemed to smell a hint of... separation.

"But I told Elizabeth about this idea yesterday, and she said very arrogantly that I can't negotiate terms with her, and you will come in later, and it will just... let it go."

"what??"

This reaction, did not run away.

Nodding, with an innocent look in her eyes: "Yes, I want a peace of non-aggression, and she doesn't seem to have that intention. But it doesn't matter, I will let her see my sincerity, big deal, marry her Courtiers..."

"Who?"

"The Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley."

"..."

It seems that there is such a small episode in history.

Indulging in entanglement, she didn't notice that Mary was thinking about her own calculations.