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Chapter 194 Medea

Elisabeth looked into João III's eyes as if he was already a dead man, and an angry sigh escaped from her throat.

"You made a big mistake, Your Majesty." She threw the pillow back on the bed, "In my opinion, you betrayed Portugal and her people for your deformed son... History I will never treat you kindly, and you will be infamous forever."

"How history evaluates me is not something I can decide, nor can you decide." Joao III's face became distorted due to a sudden pain in his heart, "Manuel is my son, I The only concern is his interests."

"The king is the father of all peoples. You should be the common father of 100 million subjects in Portugal!" Elizabeth snapped, "For the sake of one son, you abandoned 100 million children! You are not worthy to be the king of Portugal!"

"I see that you can't wait to be the mother of the Portuguese people, well, then you can do it...as long as they can accept a foreign slut like you!" Joao III said disdainfully, "I just want to be Manu El’s good father, I can only be his good father, let God and ambitious people like you worry about them!”

"Do you think the Spaniards can treat him well?" Elizabeth sneered like a night owl, "They also hope that he will die soon! Your son is an obstacle to anyone in this life, an annoying person Liability, his best fate is to be strangled by his own umbilical cord at birth from his mother's womb!"

Joao III sat up straight like a puppet manipulated by someone, and a stream of black blood spewed out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, as if someone had pulled out his spine, he fell limply back on the bed.

"A person who can't even take care of his own toilet, if he was not born in the womb of a queen, then he is not even qualified to grow up in this world." Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed and looked sideways. "The Spaniards will lock him up in a gilded cage, and watch him with greedy eyes, and wait for him to die. They dare not kill him directly, but a cold or an infection The disease is well arranged, and no one can blame Spain for it, because it is a disaster from God!"

King Joao III's eyes were round, and the eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes like spider webs, "That's much better than... falling into the hands of someone like you! You will destroy him, you will never Don't hesitate to drag him to the altar to bleed him, as long as that can give you power in exchange!"

"You are absolutely right!" Elizabeth stretched out her hand, gently stroking the outline of the king's sweaty face, Joao III tried to turn his face away, but Elizabeth firmly pinched his chin, making him unable to move, " Do you know what I am going to do with your son? I will shut him up in his own room and give him nothing but water and black bread every day! Since he is an inhuman animal, I will use the whip of a training animal. And a branding iron to make him behave! You ask the Spaniards to treat him kindly at the price of Portugal, but only if he lives long enough for the Spaniards to enter Lisbon!"

João III let out a beastly roar from his chest, "How dare you do this... to your husband, it is blasphemy! You are going to tear my country to pieces with your claws!"

"You want a million people to bleed for him, so isn't it only natural for him to suffer some injuries?" Elizabeth let go of the king's chin with some boredom, "You regard Portugal as your private property, thinking about yourself One sign and you give her away. But you don't just give away a box of jewels or a house, you give away a people, a million living people who want to bleed because they I don’t want to lose my freedom and independence! This is their will, and I’m just following their wishes!”

"If it is fate that Portugal will be burned to ashes, then let it be God's will! At least I will ensure that your son will be buried with her." Elizabeth stood up, "When you die, we will make him the king of Portugal , and when the kingdom is destroyed, his end is to go to hell with this country!"

"But if we win." Elizabeth lowered her head, stroking her belly with a gentle gesture completely opposite to what she had just done, "then the child in my belly will become the master of Portugal. He has your surname , but he has nothing to do with your degenerate wretched family. My blood flows in him, which is noble and healthy blood, not the poisonous blood in your veins! The crown is on his head, more than Much more secure on your disgusting reptilian heads!"

"You are a vicious woman! Witch! Just like your dissolute mother!" Joao III stared at Elizabeth's face with cursed eyes, "Babylon's slut is a saint compared to you, little one Gripina and Messalina are as pure as virgins in the Temple of Vesta compared to you! Your mother died a terrible death, and so will you! I curse you The evil seed will kill you, I curse you to die in a pool of blood on the delivery bed!"

"What a pale curse!" Elizabeth laughed. "I find it difficult for men in positions of power to accept their failures, especially when they lose to a woman they despise! You think it's the first time I've heard The curse? That's what the father of Mr. Robert Dudley, the great first minister of Britain, said when he twitched like a dead dog on the rug at my feet! But you see Look, am I still alive and well?"

"Aren't the virgins in the Vesta temple in ancient Rome still rarely committed adultery with outsiders? How many of the nuns and priests in the monastery kept their vows of abstinence? My mother is a slut, an unscrupulous climber. The ambitious woman who went to the king's bed is a poisonous woman who persecuted her husband's ex-wife and step-daughter, but her son is now sitting on the throne, so whoever dares to tell the truth in Britain will hang in the next morning The gallows at Tyburn are swaying in the wind! The victor is not blamed, and if I win, I can paint myself as a saint, as a savior of the country, like Joan of Arc. If I If I lose, then whatever they want to smear me, I won’t be able to see it anyway!”

There were several knocks on the door, and Elizabeth looked impatiently at the door, "What's the matter?"

"It's the Spanish ambassador, he just arrived." The person outside the door reported to the princess through the door.

"Let him wait outside in the drawing room!" Princess Elizabeth ordered.

After speaking, she turned her head to the king's side.

"There is one last play left before your curtain call," she said to the king. "The last actor of this play has just arrived."

She went to the mantelpiece across the room and took an oil lamp from it.

"The judges of the Inquisition believed that fire could eliminate sins." Under the terrified eyes of the king, she poured the lamp oil from the oil lamp on the king's quilt, "I wish you a smooth journey to heaven, or go to hell, Wherever your God intends you to go."

She poured out more than half of the lamp oil in this oil lamp, then put it back in its original place, and picked up another oil lamp that was placed beside it.

"One of our actors has just driven so long, let him take a rest backstage." She poured the oil from the oil lamp on the king's face, and the hot lamp oil made the king make a few noises Hoarse howling.

"Help... come quickly!" He subconsciously shouted, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and all he could utter was a weak murmur.

"No one will come, Your Majesty." Elizabeth poured the oil from another oil lamp on the bed, "In the eyes of everyone, you are already a dead person, and no one will pay for a corpse of."

She looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, the quilt and sheets on the bed were already covered with lamp oil, "I think this should be fine."

She put the last oil lamp on the bedside table, picked up the candlestick that was on it, and stood beside the king.

"Please let the Spanish ambassador in," she yelled out the door.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the Spanish ambassador walked into the room quickly, followed closely behind him by a man in the uniform of a court guard.

The smile on the Spanish ambassador's face froze when he saw Princess Elizabeth standing beside the king's bed, holding a candlestick and smiling at him.He looked at the princess in astonishment, stretched his hands forward involuntarily, but tilted his head back, as if he was trying to push away the terrible scene in front of him.

"What... what's going on, Your Majesty?" He asked the king on the bed, "Why is she here?"

However, Joao III did not answer his words, in fact he was speechless.The king was lying on the bed like a corpse, and the only manifestation of his vitality was the bloody froth on the corner of his mouth that was slightly blown by weak breathing.

"I am His Majesty's daughter-in-law, and the only healthy member of the royal family." Princess Elizabeth said calmly. "At such a moment, I am the only one who is qualified to stay with His Majesty. But you, sir, came here uninvited , but it seems a little suspicious."

"Your Majesty summoned me!" The Spanish ambassador retorted, "Your Majesty has important matters to discuss with me!"

He reached out to find the hilt of the sword, but found nothing, and then remembered that his weapon had been confiscated when he entered the palace.

Elizabeth looked proudly at the ambassador's movements and the flash of uneasiness on her face, "This is what you said, but in my opinion, things are not like this at all... You and Spain have long coveted the throne of Portugal, and now you Finally, I couldn't wait any longer, and went so mad that I wanted to murder His Majesty."

She loosened her hand holding the candlestick without warning, and the candlestick fell on the king's bed. In an instant, the king's bed was engulfed in flames, and the bright fire made everyone in the room shaken involuntarily. eyes.

The Spanish ambassador opened his mouth wide and froze in place. After ten seconds, he finally came to his senses.

He took half a step towards the bed, as if he was going to save the king who was in the deep sea of ​​fire, but at this moment, there was a cold touch of metal in the back of his heart, followed by the pain that tore the soul.

The ambassador fell face down on the ground, with a dagger stuck in the back of his heart, which the court guard standing behind him had just stabbed.The point of the knife kept protruding from his chest, and the blood gushing from the two wounds left a dark stain on the carpet, which looked no different from the mud spots brought into the house by shoes on a rainy day.

"Turn him over, it will look more realistic, and then pull out the dagger." Elizabeth ordered to the guard who killed him. When the dying Spanish ambassador was turned over, she lowered her head and observed him with interest. That unbelievably twisted look.

After confirming that the Spanish ambassador had died, Elizabeth uttered a terrified cry, "It's on fire, come quickly! Come and save Your Majesty!"

With a horrified expression on her face, she took a few steps back, tripped over her skirt, and fell to the ground.

Several guards rushed into the room, holding buckets full of water in their hands, and poured the water on the bed like a bonfire.

The Duke of Bragança rushed into the room after them, holding Princess Elizabeth just before she passed out on the floor.

"Calm down, Your Highness." He hugged Princess Elizabeth in his arms, "What happened? What's going on here?"

Princess Elizabeth sobbed in the arms of the Duke of Braganza, "It's the Spanish ambassador! He forced His Majesty to write a document, but His Majesty refused, so he became furious and threw the candlestick on His Majesty's bed! He also tried to come Hijack me, thanks to this brave bodyguard for saving me!"

The Duke of Braganza patted the princess on the back reassuringly, "Everything is over, Your Highness, you are safe, and everyone around you is your friend.

The fire on the king's bed was finally extinguished, and the water vapor wrapped the big bed that had been burned and fell apart. The surrounding guards were watching the scene on the bed anxiously.

Princess Elizabeth glanced at the other side of the bed, she let out a soft cry, and passed out.

The Duke of Braganza picked her up, placed her on the couch at the other side of the room, and then walked to the bed.

Lying on the bed was a charcoal-black charred corpse, curled up in a strange posture because of the fire, which looked reminiscent of the mummies of the ancient Egyptian pharaohs.The stench of burnt flesh and grease filled the room, and the Duke couldn't help but feel an urge to vomit.

He put an incensed handkerchief to his nose and watched as his attendants carefully wrapped the king's body in a white silk sheet and carried it towards the door.

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