The sun never sets rose

Jiang Xinyan began to hide from Elizabeth intentionally or unintentionally, either sleeping late in the morning and chatting with Olo in the room, or going to visit Eleanor and slipping away under the pretext of "taking care of the pregnant woman". The idea of ​​temporarily separating became more and more The more intense it became, until she couldn't hold back and brought it up...

At night, the two share the same bed.

Little Rose's body was soft and warm in her arms, which was very comfortable. Elizabeth was reluctant to let go of her arms, and began to move restlessly. Slowly rubbing|grabbing every inch of the soft|soft skin with the corner of her forehead, leaving large and small kiss|hickey|marks of different shades, finally stopping at the collarbone, and taking a light bite.

The trembling feeling is not as full of passion|passion as before. All Jiang Xinyan can feel is fear, especially when the kiss landed on her neck, the memory of that night flooded into her mind again, making her tremble with fear .

Suddenly, Elizabeth turned over and pressed her under her body, the shadow in the candlelight shrouded her head, she closed her eyes in fear, pressed her thin lips tightly, and looked deathly.

"My heart..."

The expected thing didn't happen, a faint sigh came from her ears, and her hoarse voice called out her name, and she couldn't help but feel pain in her heart, she gritted her teeth and opened her eyes.

Seeing the chaos in those gray-blue pupils, she subconsciously turned her face away and dodged her eyes.

"Am I scary?"

"..."

Elizabeth stretched out her hand to stroke her hair, and took a strand close to the tip of her nose to sniff lightly, but even such a simple and gentle movement could make Little Rose tremble, and she immediately lost the courage to touch her again, turned over and lay back, lying in the middle Leave half a person's width.

She turned her neck and turned her head to the other side. There was endless darkness in the place where the candlelight could not clearly illuminate. She closed her eyes gently, but she still couldn't stop the soreness in her eye sockets, and let the hot liquid fall down.

This time she couldn't control her emotions well, the tears rolled more and more, soaking the pillow, she couldn't help but started to twitch, she just bit her lips tightly and remained silent.

There was no chance to make up for the mistakes she made that night, and the damage she caused to Jiang Xinyan almost surpassed the fragile love between them. Little Rose will never forgive her, never will, and the instigator of all this is She herself has no one to blame.

She will not beg for forgiveness, because she is not qualified, and because she has no courage, she can only let the coward in her heart grow gradually, and watch Little Rose get farther and farther away from her.The most difficult thing for her is not to face the big wind and waves alone, nor to lead the army to the battlefield, but how to love someone.

She never had this talent of love, but only now did she realize that the price she paid was Little Rose who truly loved her.

Suddenly, there was a trace of desolation in my heart...

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm: "Liz, I... want to tell you something."

Under the hot palms were stiff muscles, trembling slightly, Jiang Xinyan didn't wait for a response, hesitating whether to continue talking, very disturbed.

"Ah."

A simple syllable made her breathe a sigh of relief, and said cautiously: "Can I go to Hatfield to live for a few days? Just bring Olo and two maids..."

"it is good."

Unexpectedly refreshing, Jiang Xinyan froze for a moment, raised his eyes to look at the half face hidden in the darkness, couldn't see anything clearly, then whispered: "Thank you..."

She released her hand and retracted it, turning her back to Elizabeth, ready to sleep.

"Words."

"……hold head high?"

"Do you want to go home?" The ghostly ethereal voice was tinged with a tinge of desolate loneliness. Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes, and accidentally let another drop of salty tears roll down. "Hawkins' next ocean trip is at the end of June." , if you want to go back, I will let him take you, he and his partners have rich sailing experience, safety can be guaranteed."

After Jiang Xinyan listened quietly, she lost all sleepiness immediately, and all kinds of messy thoughts popped up, and the daughter-in-law actually offered to send her home?

Do you really hate her to this extent, or...

After a long while, Elizabeth didn't wait for an answer, so she didn't ask any more questions. She slowly pulled back the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the door of the bedroom, paused in her footsteps, and turned her back to the person on the bed.

"Go to sleep."

He opened the door and walked out.

Jiang Xinyan hugged the quilt and sat up abruptly, staring blankly at the closed door, feeling an unspeakable complexity in her heart...

Elizabeth walked outside like a ghost, poured a glass of water for herself, startled the two little girls who were on duty at night, then ignored her, and went straight to Kate Ashley's room next door.

The room was still lit, and Mrs. Ashley was sitting by the candlestick, fiddling with needlework. In her hand was a woolen nightgown for winter. The finer stitches were better than a professional tailor. It was made for the Queen, and the child was young. I just love her sewing.

Then, the door was pushed open, and Elizabeth walked in with a dejected expression, leaning against the bed, motionless.

"Your Majesty?" Ashley put down what he was doing and got up, "Are you... still asleep?"

"Kate..." cried out in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

Not right.

The tense coldness on her face melted instantly, and Elizabeth fell into her arms like a wounded child, crying bitterly: "She doesn't even want to talk to me...what should I do..."

Ashley was stunned...

Either she was blind, or she misread it. Since she was ten years old, Elizabeth has never shed tears for anything, let alone cried so sadly, regardless of her dignity and face. It seems to go back to the year when she was six years old and asked her why Father is going to kill mother.

Hot tears dripped on her chest, and she hurriedly hugged and comforted her: "Don't cry, Your Majesty, what happened?"

"Don't ignore me."

"..."

"Because I did something too much to her, she won't forgive me, so she ignores me, Kate, do you think I'm sick, how can I..." Her throat was choked with pain, She buried her face behind Ashley's shoulder and refused to lift it up, her body twitching slightly.

It suddenly dawned on me that it turned out that the young couple had a conflict...

Ashley felt distressed, patted her on the back lightly, and coaxed: "No, how can you say that you are sick? Maybe Ms. Jiang misunderstood something, please explain to her carefully."

"I almost strangled her."

"..."

This is indeed too much.

"She's right, I'm a tyrant." There was grievance and self-deprecation in the thick nasal voice, which was not as good as the panic in her heart.

Little Rose said that she was going to live in Hatfield, which basically meant that she would leave her...

"How could Your Majesty be a tyrant? You love England deeply, you love your people deeply, and you are the queen supported by people in this land." Ashley wiped away her tears and kissed her just like when she was a child I really want to tell a fairy tale, but the little princess of the past has grown up, so she probably won't like to listen to it anymore.

Elizabeth stood numbly, muttering to herself: "I hate him and thank him."

"??"

"Henry Tudor."

"..."

"He ruined me."

The bright candlelight dyed the glitter in her eyes yellow. She pushed Mrs. Ashley away, walked straight to the big bed, pulled back the quilt without any scruples and lay down. After a while, her breathing gradually sank.

The next day, Elizabeth got up early, washed and dressed, and left the bedroom like a thief, with only Mrs. Ashley by her side.She is obviously on her own territory, but she wants to dodge, worried about disturbing her little rose, and would rather vent her anger on those ministers.

So today the entire Privy Council suffered disaster.

Those who talk too much are scolded, and those who talk less are also scolded. Even the Earl of Winchester, the chancellor of the exchequer, who reported the good news, was stabbed by her for a small reason, not to mention the others. Cecil was the worst scolded, because he shot at the gun like death - mentioning the Queen's marriage partner, Crown Prince Carlos.

This should have been something that should be taken seriously, because the Spanish side said that they encountered a "small matter" and wanted to suspend the marriage negotiations.Who knew that the queen was in a bad mood today and took explosives...

However, venting was venting, and Elizabeth still listened to it. She "arrested" Cecil to the study, and closed the door to speak in private.

"What's wrong with Carlos again?" His gray-blue pupils returned to a gloomy and cold expression, and the little girl in his heart was suppressed more often.

Cecil seemed frightened by the scolding, and said tremblingly: "It is said that some things have happened, and the marriage needs to be carefully considered, but there is no reply from King Philip yet. Will His Majesty summon the Spanish ambassador?"

"Need not."

After a brief silence, Elizabeth stood up from her seat and walked to the window. Her gaze crossed the Thames River not far away and fell on a wide road leading to Hertfordshire. , the second familiar place.

Can't help but think of Little Rose, her heart hurts like a needle.

"Let's not express our position yet. Let's see what Spain does. There must be monsters when things happen. It's time to pay more attention to the dynamics of other countries." Elizabeth looked at the road in a daze, and responded casually. Her perception of the crisis always is stronger than average.

But Cecil didn't think so. The only thing he was worried about was that the queen's marriage was getting dirty again. He didn't know how much time he would spend trying to persuade him to agree to the next one. Some of his peers became grandmothers. The queen ran away. Three is still alone.

He is also worried about the stability of this country...

"So, does His Majesty consider the other two candidates? I suggest that we can cooperate with France..."

"Did you get scolded enough today?" Frowning, interrupted impatiently.

"..."

"This matter cannot be Carlos's personal wish. If Philip doesn't know, he is a blind king. The father and son are going to sing a double reed for us. I feel that something must happen."

"Will it have something to do with Queen Mary's return to Scotland?" Cecil raised his head with a solemn expression, and unconsciously stroked his curly beard. "Spain has always been happy to see disputes between Britain and the Soviet Union. Currently, Queen Mary is also single. They may be considering who is more cost-effective to marry."

Elizabeth turned around, with a cold face, and shook her head: "It's possible, but the direction is wrong. If Philip wanted to waver, he wouldn't let his son propose to suspend the negotiation so casually. He must have heard some news. , we can use this incident to test whether Mary will take the initiative to offer an olive branch to Spain."

"What about France?"

"Hanging, who knows what kind of tricks that old Medici will play again. She has many sons. If this one doesn't work, there will be another one." If Geno and the royal family don't officially start fighting for a day, she can continue to play tricks.

Thinking about it carefully, only Medici and Philippe can really be called her opponents. She likes to play with smart people, which is exciting and exciting.

"You go back first and let Worthingham come over."

"Yes."

Cecil left full of anxiety about the Queen's marriage, and after a while, Walsingham came.

Elizabeth was holding a quill pen to write square characters on the paper. It was a few simple words taught to her by Little Rose, including the Chinese writing of her name—four characters with many strokes, which was very troublesome to write.

"Your Majesty, are you looking for me?"

Wearing a black robe that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, Worthingham's face finally stopped being paralyzed. If you look carefully, you can still find a gentle smile on the corner of his eyes and brows. It's not the same, the expressions have changed, it seems that the family life is happy?"

"Uh, you're kidding me again..." I felt uncomfortable in embarrassment.

"Okay, I won't tease you, I will go to Hatfield to live in Hatfield in two days, you assign a few people to protect her secretly, but don't disturb her life, and don't have to report anything to me, unless there is an emergency. "

"Don't you need to monitor Miss Jiang anymore? Including who she meets and correspondence?"

The tip of the pen paused slightly, just when Jiang Xinyan's name was written. Although she had written it badly by herself, she kept writing it over and over again. Her lowered eyes inadvertently revealed a trace of pain. She nodded and said nothing.

Knowing that she couldn't make up for her mistakes, Elizabeth reflected on whether she held this relationship too tightly in the past, so that Little Rose had no room to breathe. If she could relax a little bit and give enough freedom, respect and space, maybe that would be true. The scars will gradually heal.

In fact, she really didn't know what to do.

The people around her are all connected by interests, including Cecil and Worthingham. Everyone gets what they need, and they work together for the same goal. She is used to this way of life, and over time, she has integrated into it. instinct.

And Little Rose is different, the bond between them is a feeling called love.

Walsinghan seemed to have noticed something, and he boldly said, "Is your Majesty having a conflict with Miss Jiang?"

"..."

Is it that easy to spot?Elizabeth felt that she couldn't hold her face, and frowned: "Less gossip and more things."

"Uh…"

"Has Mary been to Scotland?"

"I just arrived in Edinburgh the day before yesterday, so I haven't moved yet." Walsinghan recovered his face in a second, and said seriously, "By the way, Your Majesty, my people saw Robert go to the Spanish embassy yesterday, but he came out soon."

Elizabeth stopped writing, put it down, and the alarm bell sounded suddenly in her heart.

Her intuition told her that such a coincidence must be wrong.