Human dimension reduction

It may be that what Edward said played a role. William Stuart did not make any troubles for several days, and worked diligently for the king. According to Renzo's inquiring information, Gloucester seems to be aware of Stuart's betrayal, and the two have broken up for a long time.

Lorenzo's sources of information... are the delicate and graceful ladies in London.

These high-born ladies are raised by their fathers, brothers and husbands to be empty-headed, obsessed with love and makeup, and take the glory of trying to wear the tightest tunic skirt, but from another point of view, they are also the safest As intelligence spies, no man would guard against the ladies around him, because they firmly believed that it was impossible for women to understand politics and military affairs.

Lorenzo scoffed at their idea.

There are quite a few female members in the Sardinian Assassin, he knows the power of women, and anyone who dares to underestimate women will definitely fall hard on them in the end.

Women can be the best hunters, the most patient bankers, the shrewd treasurers, the bravest fighters, the hardest avengers and the tenderest lovers in the world if they will.

Lorenzo did not reveal such thoughts, but his behavior obviously gave the ladies great comfort. For a while, the Earl of Essex became the most popular guest at the London ball, although he kept his identity The nobles are still unwilling to marry this single nobleman, but compared to the cold reception he received before, the situation is much better now.

Because of this, Lorenzo sent more and more gossip to Edward, including a lot of first-hand news from inside the church.

"I know that many priests don't follow the teachings so piously, but this scale is still..." The little king pinched a piece of paper with an indescribable expression.

Lorenzo's handwriting is not very good-looking. It is a great thing for ordinary people to be able to read in this era. Lorenzo's ability to write is even more remarkable. Although he used stick figures to describe many of the words, the lack of words It is even more normal to have short arms and legs, but fortunately, the king's understanding ability is first-rate, and he even caught up with the other party's brain waves.

The little king stared at a long tail that grew out of the letter f for a few seconds. This tail and the a next to it formed two circles, round and full like two quail eggs that fell out of the plate and rolled around. , followed by a stick figured cross, Lorenzo could not write the word "church", so he simply drew a cross with a collar, and that collar...according to the little king's speculation, it should refer to the church special purpose Pine flower pattern.

The following description is even more outrageous. It is estimated that there are too many words to describe, and the things to be described are more complicated. Lorenzo simply used the comic strips of stickmen to narrate, and vividly drew the process of a tryst for a month to find out information. , but saw the veins on the little king's forehead throbbing——

Because this damned dissolute earl even intentionally drew a picture of kissing a certain lady among flowers. Although it was just a casual scene, it was so exquisite that one wondered if he was peeking at it in private. The report letter to the king was included in the booklet, and the most important evidence was that the stick figure in this painting had a face!

It's still black curly hair and amber eyes. You can tell who it is at a glance.

Edward suspects that his Earl of Essex may have some kind of secret narcissism—no, his psychology is not secret at all. The little king fully believes that if it is not for the lack of time or space, he will put all the comic strips that represent himself. All the stickmen are drawn beautifully and meticulously.

The king took a deep breath and forcibly diverted his attention. The assassin who brought the leader's letter - now a member of the king's guard - obviously knew his leader's virtues, and was embarrassingly using his eyes He stared at the thick woolen blanket, as if he suddenly discovered a nude portrait of London's "famous sister" from this woolen blanket that he had seen countless times.

"Where is Lorenzo now?" the little king asked calmly.

The Guards member scratched his head, with a simple and honest face: "He was eating breakfast when I came over, it seems that some lady invited him to a banquet, and some lady wanted to hear him talk about interesting things outside, or There was a lady who was jealous of the former lady and wanted to invite him, but the leader said he didn't want to see the lady argue for him, so he invited the latter lady to join the banquet held by the former lady..."

The little king heard the buzzing in his head and closed his eyes.

...Wizards.

Lorenzo has been an assassin in Sardinia for so many years.

"Who has he been close to lately? Which lady...is he on a regular date with?" the little king asked through gritted teeth.

The guard opened his mouth and thought for a moment: "Oh...it's that one! Countess!"

Edward looked at him with the same unbelievable eyes for a long time before squeezing out a few words: "Countess of Hanover? Princess Mary?"

The guards laughed honestly: "Oh, yes, yes, your majesty, you are so amazing."

Edward took another deep breath: "That's...my great-aunt..."

Princess Mary, the illegitimate daughter of Edward's great-grandfather, was awarded the title of Countess of Hanover, and she was given the ceremonial title of princess only after she got married. She is the youngest princess in the royal family, but she is already 45 years old.

The guards shook their heads nonchalantly: "Age...age is nothing. From an eight-year-old girl to a 50-year-old grandmother in Sardinia, there are all pursuing the leader. The leader said that he and the countess are just friends. My friend, let's not think so dirty."

As he spoke, he proudly puffed up his chest, his skin tanned by the Sardinian sun was covered with gleaming pride: "The leader is our famous handsome man in Sardinia, known as the Poseidon of Sardinia, People who like him can line up from Sardinia to London! This is just a small scene!"

... Poseidon, the god of the sea?It seems that the title of Neptune can no longer hold him, can it?

Edward sneered inwardly.

However, he had to admit that Lorenzo's choice was very smart. Although Princess Mary was a marginalized person in the royal family, her status as a princess and her super seniority allowed her to have more news channels than others invisibly. Rost must maintain respect in front of her, and her niece is the mistress of the Archbishop of Canterbury.

Excluding those extra dross, Lorenzo clearly stated in the letter that the Archbishop of Canterbury is indeed in contact with the Lancaster family in the north, and even sent ascetic monks to pretend to be missionaries to carry property to the north several times. Even just last month, the Lancaster family The Kester family has sent someone to London secretly to meet with the Archbishop of Canterbury in private.

"My good uncle probably doesn't know that his ally is planning to stab him in the back?" The little king rubbed the edge of the paper with his fingers and said to himself, "I should show him this too..."

Having said that, he looked at the little match figures on the paper and fell into a brief silence.

"Forget it, let's wait for a chance...By the way, is there any movement from Duke Stuart?"

The guards shook their heads: "No, except for coming to the palace every day, he doesn't go out at other times, and no one visits him."

The little king waved him to go down, but he was still a little puzzled. He never believed that Stuart would be such a law-abiding person. He always felt that this cunning North Gaul consul was holding back some bad water, but he couldn't find any evidence. , and can only be placed temporarily.

Aiden pulled back the crimson velvet curtain that covered the oriel window, tied it with golden tassels, and turned to walk to his king: "Your Majesty, have you quarreled with His Highness? Yesterday His Highness asked me to move you out." bedroom."

Although he has the title of duke, people in the palace are more accustomed to addressing Richard as His Royal Highness.

The blond little king raised his head when he heard the words, with a surprised expression on his face: "Richard...? He didn't tell me..."

Aiden showed a little helplessness on his face: "You are too busy these days, maybe His Highness is acting like a spoiled child to you?"

The king bowed his head, signed his name at the end of the parchment, rolled it up and handed it to Aiden: "Understood, I will talk to Richard—let the Archbishop of Canterbury come to see me."

Aiden held the roll of sheepskin, hesitated to speak for a while, but still didn't say anything more, turned around and went out to send a letter to a trusted knight.

And Richard, the Duke of York, whom he was thinking about... If he had to say it himself, he was not angry with the king, he just suddenly realized that a king should not often share a pillow with his brother, let alone sleep in the king's bedroom. Whether he is the king or not, others don't know, doesn't he know it?

Richard's determination to move out of the king's bedroom was firm, and Aiden didn't wait until the busy king had a "talk" with the Duke of York. When the little king returned to the bedroom that night, he faced a warm but empty room. quilt.

He froze for a moment, then he said "ah" belatedly, and turned to Aiden: "Wait, Richard..."

The steward of the king lit the gas lamp in the room, stared at the maids who replaced the freshly picked bouquets into the flower baskets and vases on the table, and raised his hand to untie the short cloak belt for the king: "His Royal Highness is very firm, but his bedroom is in the corridor. At the end, if you want to see His Highness, he will be happy to come and accompany you."

The little king frowned slightly, hesitated for two seconds, and then gave up: "No...it's very late, please go and invite him to have breakfast with me tomorrow morning."

Aiden held the king's heavy cloak in his arms, bowed deeply to express that he had remembered the king's instructions, watched the little king get into the soft quilt, and then led all the servants and servants to salute and leave beside the king's bed.

The blackout curtain was lowered, blocking the two lights left outside. Edward lay with his eyes open for a while, and after making sure that there was no one outside, he tapped lightly on the cowhide purse on the bedside, tied with a ribbon. The mouth of the bag moved, and a wooden doll the size of a palm crawled out.

Aiden knew everything about the king, so he couldn't hide the appearance of such a puppet all of a sudden, especially since this puppet looked like a voodoo prop. Qiao Zhou spent a lot of effort to hide it. .

"Vincent." The little king with light blonde hair sat up, and the creamy white silk nightgown lined his skin like milk, almost indistinguishable from the angel painted on the church ceiling.

The puppet understood, and the small wooden arm pressed the little king's wrist. The next second, it was like some strange magic. Sitting on the bed, the pure and slender little king had an elongated figure, his light golden hair faded quickly, and was covered with There is a thin layer of silvery gray like moonlight, and those pale green eyes have also become the unique blue of cornflowers.

Rose from the dead lowered her eyelashes, stuffed the puppet into the cowhide purse again, put it on her waist, turned over from the bed, picked up the ebony walking stick, walked to the window and pushed the window open a gap.

The foggy cold wind from London blew into the room, making Vincent tremble. He raised his hand and picked up the cloak that belonged to the little king on the back of the crocheted sofa, and put it on his shoulders. Due to the difference in height between the two, the little king wore The cloak that dragged on the ground for several inches could barely cover Vincent's ankles. Fortunately, the king's cloak was very wide, so it was not a problem to cover the thin and pale Vincent.

Qiao Zhou, who changed his number in the middle of the night, planned to see the size of the map of this dungeon, and feel the customs and customs of medieval London by the way. If possible... He also planned to see what the law-abiding Stuart was thinking about. .

A thin young man with long silver-gray hair appeared above the Palace of Westminster in a flash. The palace was tall and, coupled with the terrain, he could almost overlook the entire London from here. The music wafting out of the room merged into a blurred and hazy picture, and the luxury and wealth and the fragrance of clothes and temples weaved into a gorgeous dream, and even the air here smelled of alcohol.

Vincent didn't care how the aristocrats lived and dreamed. He was sketching the intricate roads in London. After all, it is easy to get embedded in the wall or hit something in such a complex terrain.

However, when he was observing the terrain, he obviously forgot about his captain of the guards... He was a great master of assassination defense.

At a certain moment, an alarm bell rang in Vincent's mind. He stepped back instinctively, just avoiding a silent blade. , would cut open his neck without hesitation.

Vincent turned around and met a pair of amber eyes.

Different from the affectionate and charming eyes that I was used to before, this time the amber eyes are like beasts crawling and biting their prey in the middle of the night. There is no emotion in them, and they are full of cold and cruel scrutiny: "Are you who?"

Lorenzo held the Hidden Blade in one hand, and the other was hidden in a wide lace sleeve, but Vincent had no doubt that that hand also held the sharp knife that wanted to kill him.

"Not an Assassin..." Lorenzo is good at distinguishing the same kind. He can tell at a glance that the person in front of him is not like an Assassin in terms of body shape or clothes, especially...

Lorenzo looked at the cloak on Vincent's shoulders, his pupils shrank slightly, and the waste in his head began to mix together. After a while, he hesitated and asked, "Are you... Your Majesty's lover?"

Lorenzo is very familiar with presenting the cloak and coat to the lover after the tryst, and looking at the current time...it seems to be when the little king is sleeping?

Lorenzo took another look at the appearance of the stranger in front of him. Even a man like him who had seen many beauties couldn't help being amazed by it. At the same time, he was even more sure of his own thoughts, feeling that his guess was absolutely correct. up.

And Vincent hadn't recovered from the surprise of being assassinated by his captain of the guards, but he was duped into the role of a lover who crawled into the little king's room in the dark: ...

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Excuse me, who do you say I am?