Human dimension reduction

Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, Edward shifted his gaze nonchalantly.

He didn't intend to explain this matter, because in fact... He couldn't think of how to explain this problem that made people want to die in place.

His reaction may have made Stuart think more, the Northern Gaul consul who has been immersed in power for many years, and the future Prince of Gaul, with a gloomy face, he said softly after a while: "Perhaps, I Your Majesty the King, would you like to introduce me to this venerable gentleman who fascinates me?"

The corner of the little king's eyes twitched, and he pressed one hand on Richard's shoulder, before refusing after a pause of two seconds: "No, you don't need to pay attention to him, this is just... an insignificant person, you don't have to worry about his impact on our relationship .”

Stuart curled his lips and smiled, but there was no smile in those deep blue eyes: "Insignificant... Your Majesty means that if I think this is inappropriate, you will be willing to sever ties with him?"

"Yes." The little king answered this time without hesitation and with confidence.

Stuart was taken aback by his reaction without any hesitation, he stopped what he had prepared, hesitated for a while before insisting: "But you have already let the Earl of Essex see him, I'm not such a vicious guy who is so heartless to break up lovers, as long as you let me see him once, I won't say anything more."

That stupid Sardinian idiot only knew that the king's lover was beautiful, and he didn't know anything else. If he wanted to find out the details of this inexplicable and mysterious lover, he had to do it himself. Thoughts?Is there a conspiracy, or a coincidence?Did Gloucester know of this?What about the church?Did the king simply like that person, or did he have other plans?

In the blink of an eye, Stuart's mind had turned dozens of times, and all kinds of conspiracies sprang out. This kind of conspiracy involving the king's lover is always rare in history. To seize power, people can come up with endless tricks. He believes that the little king may have a natural keen sense of power, but he doubts whether this young man who is still a child can resist the deliberate temptation and calculations of those people.

... After all, if something goes wrong with the little king, he, the Duke of Stuart and the king's mentor, will bear the brunt of the disaster.

So he had to see the king's mysterious lover no matter what—at least he had to find out how this person came to the king's side under his nose!

However, it was such a simple request that the king kept silent for a long time, and Stuart's heart sank slowly in such silence.

He and the king can now be counted as partners, but the king rejected his request without any malice. What does this mean?

The little king didn't trust him at all.

not at all.

Edward sighed. He knew that his mentor must have thought too much, but it is definitely not acceptable to meet him. Vincent is a black man with no legal identity and background. He rashly walked around in front of Stuart. To scare the skeptical politician out of his nightmares?In particular, he could not explain how he met Vincent.

Damn big mouth Lorenzo.

Edward cursed his captain of the guard again in his heart.

The Sardinian Assassin lying on the roof of the Palace of Westminster sneezed, raised his hand and rubbed his nose, his amber eyes narrowed suspiciously, wondering why it was a bit cold today...

"He's just someone I met by accident. He won't come again in the future. You don't have to take him seriously, my teacher."

The little king tried his best to open his eyes wide to show his sincerity, and very gently used the title of "my teacher" to express his intimacy.

After listening to it, Stuart looked at the little king for a few seconds, his eyes froze like waves, and finally returned to his usual elegant and calm posture, and bent deeply: "Since this is your order, I will No more questions, my lord."

Richard felt that Brother Wang's hand on his shoulder suddenly strengthened, and he frowned and looked over worriedly, only seeing the other side's beautiful profile.

——The foundation of trust between the two of them was completely shattered now. Edward saw what was going on in Stuart's mind when he saw Stuart's expression. I really want to be the king for the rest of my life, otherwise I will suffer from him in the future.

Afterwards, Stuart didn't stay any longer, he simply told the king that Gloucester and the Archbishop of Canterbury had been very close recently, but their attention seemed to have shifted from Edward IV's engagement letter to other places, as for He is still investigating what other places refer to.

The little king felt that what he had investigated so far must be more than this. Stuart was not a person who came into the palace to meet the king with such little information, but...

Edward gritted his teeth again and cursed Lorenzo secretly.

The king, who was trapped in the Palace of Westminster and lacked corresponding intelligence and sources of information, could only rely on Lorenzo and Stuart to tell him what was going on in Gloucester, and if Stuart was unwilling to say or had reserved.

... The little king couldn't force him to speak out.

Watching the consul with black curly hair leave, the young Duke of York suddenly asked, "So who is that lover?"

The little king, whose mind was full of Gloucester and the Archbishop of Canterbury, gave a suspicious "hmm", and it took two seconds to react, a little unbelievable: "That's all you care about? Don't you care about the movements of the Duke of Gloucester? "

Richard looked calm: "I am concerned, but I have told you everything I know, and the current situation has changed a lot from before. Rather than worrying about it, I would rather believe you. Anyway, I will die in the end Yes, but if you don't fulfill my request in the end, I will drag you to hell with me."

As he spoke, the Duke of York, whose cheeks were bulging like fluffy white bread, actually laughed.

Edward stared at him for a moment, covering his face with one hand.

The young king's hands were thin and slender. It may be because he is growing his body, or it may be because of fatigue and pressure. He has always looked thinner than noble boys of the same age. Even the ups and downs of the hand bones are clearly visible. A pale spider crawls on its own web.

"Who did you learn this way of laughing from? It's kind of disgusting."

The corners of Richard's mouth drooped suddenly, and he looked at Brother Wang faintly through the palm of his hand: "William Stuart, that villain, doesn't he like to smile like that? When he looked at you like this just now, you didn't say he was disgusting. "

"Oh, really." The little king was a little speechless. "Compared to this old fox, I would rather you learn from that bastard Lorenzo. Anyway, he is good enough to please the ladies."

"Okay, okay, so what about the lover?" Richard co-ordinated nonsense, and accurately turned back to the original topic, with a firm look that he would never let him get away from it.

Edward withdrew his hand and sighed: "I don't have a lover. You slept with me every day before yesterday. Don't you know if I have a lover?"

Richard insisted: "What is the lover that Stuart mentioned? He also said that Lorenzo has met!"

Embarrassment appeared in the little king's expression, he paused, and then said expressionlessly: "Oh, that's... my companion, who came to see me secretly yesterday, I think you don't mind how much time you have in your great cause. A helper?"

The Duke of York looked at him with those clear eyes, he didn't know whether he believed it or not, he looked away after a long time, and said briskly: "I don't mind - actually you can bring him into the palace, the king There's nothing wrong with having one more lover."

Well, he's clearly only half convinced.

After that day, every time Lorenzo saw the little king, he would smile and wink at him, with a lively expression of "we have the same little secret". The gentle scum with a calm smile and the calm expression of "I can't see what small group secrets you guys are up to" made Edward's blood pressure soar.

But the report submitted by Lorenzo is no longer all the comic strips of him and a certain lady, but gradually increased...the comic strips of him and handsome gentlemen.

The little king deeply felt that this Sardinian assassin was really a social talent, and he had a deep grasp of what it means to have the same hobbies as him if you want to have a good relationship with your boss.

However, Lorenzo did not get down to business while teasing the king. The elusive Sardinian assassin quickly found the letters between the Archbishop of Canterbury and Lancaster in private. This bold guy sneaked into the archbishop at night. study and pried open his safe.

The little king who got the hard evidence turned around and summoned the archbishop with a diverse customer base.

There is not much time left for him, so instead of playing with those fake things, it is better to cut the mess with a sharp knife.

The Guillotine, the Duke of Gloucester, hangs more directly over the king than the church.

"His Majesty."

The Archbishop of Canterbury of this generation is already an old man in his fifties. The fat of the church has raised him to be fat and fat. His skin is healthy and pink like a girl. Combed well and close to the scalp, a golden cross inlaid with colored treasures and diamonds hung on his chest, and a red cassock was draped over his broad shoulders, revealing a big belly that could only accommodate the world.

But judging by his appearance, the archbishop is very kind-hearted. His facial features are filled with the brilliance unique to those who follow the light and faith. He has a square nose, wide mouth, and high eyebrows. It can be seen that he was also a handsome man when he was young. When preaching in front of the believers, he can also use exquisite words to make people cry.

"Welcome, my archbishop, please take a seat."

The young king, wearing a not-so-gorgeous crown, sat in the head seat and nodded slightly to the archbishop.

The archbishop sat down in the soft armchair covered with fabric, stuffed his big belly into the armchair, let out a short sigh comfortably, and smiled playfully at the king.

I have to say that when the old man laughed like this, he had a kind and happy feeling, like an amiable grandfather teasing his little grandson.

——A greedy bastard who is very good at using all his own characteristics and is good at grasping the psychology of others. Who would have thought that under this kind and gentle skin is a greedy soul dripping with turbid pus. Jin sold his conscience to Satan.

However, Edward is not here to seek justice for those poor people who are oppressed. To be precise, in this era, the nobles still adhere to the idea that "the reason why the poor are poor is because they don't work hard enough", and they have no concept of charity. , giving wasted food and money to the poor is an incomprehensible "weird" behavior, and speaking for the people...

Even the king would be beheaded or secretly murdered if he tried to do such a thing against the nobles.

The little king held a letter between his fingers, showed it to the Archbishop of Canterbury, and said softly: "Do you have any dissatisfaction with me or my rule? Is it because the York family cannot give you the honor you want? Or Lancaster promised you the position of Pope?"

With just one glance, the upper body of the Archbishop of Canterbury went limp. Although he didn't see the writing on it carefully, he couldn't understand what this special paper and badge represented—why was it in the hands of the king?He had clearly put it in the safe!

It's not that the Archbishop of Canterbury is stupid and doesn't know how to burn letters to avoid leaving traces, but he feels that he needs to hold some handle in his hand, otherwise how can he ensure his safety in the future?

The sweat on his back suddenly soaked his thick and soft silk wool clothes, and the temperature that he felt comfortable just now became unbearable. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his plump pink cheeks turned pale. Li took out a handkerchief and tremblingly wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes rolled quickly: "No, no, no, my respected, great and wise king, I have absolutely no intention of offending you in this way, I am your pious subject, You are also a staunch supporter of the York family, how dare those blasphemers in Lancaster covet your crown... Oh my god, this is really a big misunderstanding! Please listen to my explanation."

He swallowed hard, his neck was flushed, and his whole body looked like a fat rooster whose wings were pulled.

"This is, this is a misunderstanding, please believe me, I, I was also forced to help... someone coerced me."

After he spoke, his eyes lit up, he firmly grasped the life-saving straw, and lowered his voice as if revealing a shocking secret to the king.

"Yes, someone... coerced me, he forced me to do such a terrible thing, made me betray my loyalty to you, and broke my oath in front of the Lord, God, what a terrible thing this is! Every night I Alas, if I knew he was such a demon, I would never have listened to the venom from his mouth wrapped in honey!"

The archbishop spoke impassionedly, with sparkling eyes, and his right hand was clasped, as if he was holding an invisible long sword, and he was about to fight with him in his fantasy with "loyalty to the king and devout belief in the Lord". That terrible demon fights to the death.

"Oh, I beg you to forgive me, an old man who occasionally makes mistakes in confusion, I am too old, and sometimes I am deceived by these absurd words, even a saint can't avoid the devil's slander! Oh, of course, a wise king like you will be able to see through each other's lies at a glance..."

The little king listened patiently for a while. In such a short moment, he had already experienced the demeanor of the Archbishop of Canterbury when he was preaching, so he interrupted him: "Then who is this devil who tempted you?"

Before the archbishop could say the name, the little king laughed casually: "Hey, let me guess, is it my ambitious uncle?"

The face of the Archbishop of Canterbury turned blue for a while, then turned purple for a while, and finally turned red, covering up the hasty paleness: "This...Your Majesty, you are really wise...It is His Excellency the Duke of Gloucester, who is trying to use despicable means to capture you Throne of God... omg I dare not let those unholy words come out of my mouth, they will burn my throat and send me to hell... Only a man who is inherently ruthless evil can do that to blood relatives Such a thing--you and your lord Richard--especially since he has failed, as we all know, to the confidence placed in him by the late King..."

"How much Edward IV dotes on him! He treats him like he treats another self in the world, but no one thought that death can take away all grace, and what is left is a ruthless devil..."

The Archbishop of Canterbury babbled on about his own innocence and Gloucester's evil, his fat little sausage fingers clutched a half-soaked embroidered handkerchief, and he kept rubbing against his bare forehead, even choking on his hands because of his movements. Crooked that dainty hat.

"I don't want to hear your exquisite confession, Monsieur Archbishop." The little king interrupted him again, and folded the letter slowly. During this time, the archbishop's eyes were fixed on this poor paper. He wanted to jump up on the spot and cross the table to snatch the letter from the king, but the last reason grabbed his fat legs.

"Your Majesty, my respected and great Majesty, please tell your loyal subjects, what can I do for you to repay my stupid mistake?" The archbishop bent his back to the young king, as if he was instantly crushed .

"You and Uncle Wang are very close," the king said with a hoarse boyish voice, "Do you need me to continue?"

The archbishop felt as if he had been electrocuted, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled. He instinctively asked in a whisper, "You...you want me to betray the Duke of Gloucester..."

The king raised his eyelids and looked at him gently and without emotion: "Betrayal?"

"Ah, expose, expose!" The archbishop changed his words faster than the wind vane, but his words and deeds were visibly disturbed.

Obviously, compared to verbally blaming Gloucester about the correspondence with Lancaster just now, he is more unwilling to confront the Lord Protector who is covering the sky with his hands.

The calculation in his mind was very clear. The conversation between the king and him was private, and what he said here might not be known by Gloucester. At most, it would make the king more hostile to Gloucester, and there was nothing wrong with him. Loss, but if you want to be a boy at Gloucester...

The archbishop gasped. He was not an idiot who couldn't understand forms. Gloucester had an army with a large number of nobles to support him. He was still a young and vigorous duke, but what did Edward V have?He has nothing but a crown bequeathed by his father!

At this critical moment when the king and the duke were on the verge of breaking up, he stood on the side of the king to deal with Gloucester... Did he die?

But the little king was staring at him and forced him to express his opinion. The Archbishop of Canterbury wished to imitate those delicate ladies, so he just fainted. It's a pity that the health he raised with roast chicken, roast meat and creamy mushroom soup is a bit too much.

"You look a bit unwell. Do you need a smelling salt bottle? The court doctor is waiting next door. If you prefer bloodletting, they can help you." The king said abruptly.

With that said, the York family are all devil bastards!

thought the archbishop angrily.

"If you don't want to, I won't force you," Edward changed his tone, "If you are not willing to work for me, the efficiency will be greatly reduced. The reason is very simple, but I don't like people who waste salary often appearing in my around..."

The little king laughed: "What do you think, if I give this letter to my uncle Wang, what will he do?"

The little king has blond hair and blue eyes, and when he smiles, he is as pure and beautiful as the angels in the Vatican's reliquary, but in the eyes of the Archbishop of Canterbury, he is no less than seeing a living Satan.

Although Gloucester disliked his nephew and tried to pull him off the throne, he undoubtedly disliked the wandering Lancasters in the north. The conflict with his nephew was still his own conflict. Kestina is life and death.

And compared to the little king who had no one around to recruit him, the decisive and irascible middle-aged duke might directly pick off his head.

The archbishop pursed his lips and said weakly: "I am willing to serve you, my lord."

Edward V lowered his eyes, turned the ring on his thumb slightly, and nodded gently: "Very smart, my archbishop."

The eyes of the entire Upper East End of London were turned around the Palace of Westminster. As soon as the Archbishop of Canterbury entered the palace, the Duke of Gloucester got the news. He sat behind the desk with the corners of his mouth pulled down, his face depressed and gloomy .

He originally thought that his 13-year-old nephew would be easy to deal with, but he didn't expect that this kid was so shrewd and cunning that he even hooked up with Stuart. He didn't know what price the little king had paid to let the paranoid Crazy William was willing to be his charioteer, but according to Gloucester's knowledge of William Stuart, no matter how favorable the conditions were, it was impossible to get a real loyalty from Stuart.

But whether it was true or not, Stuart had already caused him a lot of trouble, and he didn't have the patience to waste time with them.

Today is the Archbishop of Canterbury again...

what did they talk about

Since Lorenzo became captain of the guard, and the original captain of the guard foolishly took everyone away, Gloucester's control over the Palace of Westminster has declined so much that it is now even difficult to Learn about the secret conversation between the King and the Archbishop of Canterbury.

The Duke of Gloucester pressed his hands on the mahogany tabletop, biting his teeth so that his cheeks ached a little.

Maybe he shouldn't use such a gentle method anymore, even if it is the flesh and blood left by Brother Wang, but he has already given everything for Brother Wang when he was alive, and he has done everything he can...