Good-looking, not allowed to farm

Ever since Duke Henry and Lord Dressel withdrew from the court successively.

Earl Safire, a new nobleman who came from behind, gradually rose to the top and gained a firm foothold in the court.

But he was obviously much smarter than Duke Henry and Lord Dressel. No matter how much power he had in his hands, he always kept a low profile. He never made any claims on all political affairs, and respectfully handed over all matters to His Majesty.

In this way, he successfully avoided the king's fear of him, and at the same time, cleverly satisfied the vanity of the other party's heart

Therefore, even though this Lord Earl is considered to be a high-ranking and powerful person, he still has some small actions in private.

But because of his caution, most people, including King Richard, often cannot help ignoring his growing power.

That night, Earl Safir had a sore throat, so he didn't go to the king's ball and rested at home.

If Jamie had been around, he should have recognized his symptom, which is a common modern tonsil enlargement, which can usually be resolved by taking medicine.

But in this world, there are obviously no anti-inflammatory drugs to eat.

Therefore, the quick treatment plan given by the doctor here is-leeches!

The invited doctor took out a slippery, black, six to seven centimeter long leech from a small clay pot that he carried with him, and it was in a state of starvation.

Then, he put a silk thread through the tail of the leech with a needle, and then directed the leech to place its mouth on the swollen tonsil of the Earl, gently urging it to start wriggling and sucking blood.

When the body of the leech gradually swells and sucks out the blood in its stomach, the doctor will sprinkle a little salt on its head, then slowly pull the silk thread at the tail to pull it up, and then, The small clay pot can be refilled, waiting for the next use.

This treatment process looks a little scary.

But because leeches often secrete a kind of saliva with anesthetic ingredients when sucking blood, it does not cause too much pain. At most, after being sucked blood, the throat is full of bloody smell, and the appetite weakens for a while .

So, after receiving such a round of treatment...

When the maid came over with dinner, Earl Safire didn't want to eat anymore.

He didn't really want to talk at this moment, so he just shook his hand silently, signaling for the maid to take the dinner down.

Then, he raised his pillow, leaned half on the bed, frowned, and looked down to read a booklet of banned books that read "Irresponsible Discussion on the State System and Political System" on the cover. When he read it, his expression was still extremely focused.

But after waiting for about an hour, there was a loud noise outside, and another woman cried out in despair.

Earl Safire was taken aback, but he didn't go out in a hurry. He hid the booklet first, then jumped off the bed, walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter?" thing?"

A servant hurriedly replied: "My lord, it's Lucy. Lucy's son died suddenly."

This Lucy is none other than.

It was the maid who served Earl Safire personally and just came over to deliver dinner.

Therefore, it was heard that her son had died.

Earl Safire couldn't help being startled, and quickly asked, "Is it a disease?"

The servant shook his head: "It shouldn't be an epidemic, and there are no symptoms of an epidemic."

Having said that, he paused, with a hesitant expression on his face.

Seeing this, Earl Safir immediately ordered: "What do you find, it's okay to just say it. Whether it's right or wrong, I won't blame you."

After hearing this, the servant hesitated and said, "Responding to your lord, I actually think...compared with the plague, Lucy's son seems...to be more likely to be poisoned."

"Poisoned?"

"Yeah, I've seen people who were bitten to death by poisonous snakes before, and it's the same... well, the blood is black after spitting out."

After hearing such words, Earl Safir faintly had a bad guess.

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly ran towards the maid Lucy.

At this time, a boy about five or six years old had passed away in pain.

The maid named Lucy seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. She hugged the child tightly and cried like crazy: "God! Save him! Save my son!"

Earl Safire rushed over, but he didn't care about the dead child, he just grabbed the poor mother's arm, pale face, and asked sharply: "What did he eat? What did you eat for him?"

The poor mother was so frightened that her mouth was opened wide, and tears were still falling down in strings, but because she was afraid of the count, she had to suppress her grief and replied with a choked voice: "A piece of bread and half a chicken..."

"Half a chicken?"

Earl Safire repeated subconsciously: "Where did you get half a chicken?"

"Ah! I did not steal, my lord."

The maid Lucy hastily wiped her tears and defended: "You said you didn't want to eat that dinner first, and the kitchen agreed to take it back for me to eat, so I gave it to..."

"It's my dinner, he ate my dinner..." Earl Safir muttered again.

He slowly let go of the maid's hand, and looked at the dead child with a very serious expression.

The poor maid was still howling and weeping over the death of the child.

However, Earl Safire had already guessed the cause and effect of this tragedy.With the luck of escape and the anger of almost dying, under the pale moonlight, he silently hid his face in the shadow, and thought gloomily in his heart: "Okay! Someone wants to poison me to death! Who is it? The King? Duke Henry, or... that damned old man Dressel?"

At the same time, Jamie was in direct contact with the Queen Mother.

Out of a little guilty conscience, he originally avoided the queen mother.

But that damn tailor who was bribed specially provided him with a dress that would make the Queen Mother feel familiar.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the door, he was forced to chat with the other party.

The Queen Mother was the first to ask with a smile, "Which family are you from?"

Jamie endured the tension in his heart, and replied neither humble nor overbearing that it belonged to Mrs. Dressel.

The queen mother looked very disbelieving: "Didn't you really lie to me? How could the Dressel couple raise such a beauty as you?"

Jamie really didn't know how to answer this question, so he just smiled awkwardly at her, and thought to himself: "Didn't His Majesty tell her about Louis' life experience?"

It just so happened that the court orchestra was playing a new tune.

The people who attended the ball wanted to go off to dance one after another.

King Richard and Queen Elisa took the lead, and then Duke Henry, Mrs. Laurie, and several pairs of aristocratic dancers walked into the dance floor together, accompanied by music, a few steps forward, a few steps back, spinning, Jump, jump up happily.

Because of this, the Queen Mother forgot the topic just now, looked at the dance floor with a little nostalgia, and sighed softly: "Well, when I was young, I also liked dancing very much."

Jamie immediately said good things habitually: "Fortunately, you don't like dancing now, otherwise I'm afraid you will be hated."

The queen mother looked at him suspiciously: "Who would hate me?"

Jamie replied in a very smooth way: "Everyone should hate you! Women hate you for stealing their limelight; men hate you for being favored..."

The Queen Mother couldn't help showing a smile: "You really know how to flatter people."

Jamie replied without changing his face: "No, I only tell the truth."

The queen mother was very satisfied, smiled slightly, closed the fan in her hand, patted him on the shoulder lightly and said: "Then thank you for your truth."

Then, she turned around and walked away in a swaying manner.

Jamie thought he had successfully passed the test, and he was very relieved.

So, at the next dance party, except that he had to dance a few dances in order to follow the crowd, he hid in a corner to eat and drink at other times.

But when the ball was over, a court servant came over and quietly handed over a note.

At first, Jamie thought that King Richard had some questions to ask him, but when he looked down, he found that this was a note from the Queen Mother inviting him to the palace for afternoon tea tomorrow?

Since it was the Queen Mother's invitation, I should go no matter what.

If you can go, what attitude should you use?

and……

Jamie quietly raised his eyes and glanced in King Richard's direction, feeling very confused about the current situation: "Does His Majesty want me to recognize the Queen Mother? What is going on in his mind?"

In order to test the king's attitude...

Even if the ball was over, Jamie was not in a hurry to go home, so he purposely found an excuse of "what aspect should the official publicity focus on recently", went to chat with the king, and in the middle of the chat, he pretended to accidentally talk about that The note fell to the ground...

King Richard was indeed attracted by the note.

When he picked it up and took a look, he smiled: "The queen mother likes you very much, Louis."

Jamie said at once, "But I really don't know what I have done to get the Queen Mother's love."

He raised his eyes to observe the king's face, and added: "To tell you the truth, Your Majesty, I am a little flattered."

The king then laughed: "Don't worry, it's just an afternoon tea, no one wants to eat yours!"

He also gently comforted him and said, "Don't worry, I will have a special chat with the queen mother."

"

Jamie looked at him several times, but still couldn't judge his attitude.

In the end, he had to salute and leave.

However, it was an extremely lively night.

Except for the king's grand ball, Duke Henry's secret conspiracy, Jamie's hasty meeting with the Queen Mother, and Jamie's cloudy conversation with the king...

In the early hours of the morning, the big news of 'Earl Safire was poisoned' broke out again!

"Earl Safir is dead, how is this possible?"

Judian, who unilaterally thought he had a little covenant relationship with Earl Sapphire, was the first to say that in disbelief.

King Richard was also stunned: "Dead? Safir? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

He frowned and said to himself: "This sounds strange! To be poisoned to death? Who poisoned him?"

"You just love to worry! What's so strange? Who doesn't have many enemies these days? I think it's probably true. You were poisoned to death..."

Duke Henry lowered his head and fiddled with his cuffs, and sighed nonchalantly: "I heard that I have to struggle a lot before I die, and it doesn't feel very good. What a pity!"

"Poisoned?"

On the other end, Lord Dressel was full of resentment, muttering to himself: "It's too cheap for him to die so simply!"