Human dimension reduction

Richard was sitting on a soft chair covered with crocheted satin, looking at the people coming and going around him with a cold expression. His round cheeks had lost a lot of weight, and a pair of light green eyes in his eye sockets seemed to be burnt. With glowing emeralds, blond hair covering the ears and side face, like a poorly carved portrait placed beside a gorgeous bed.

The maids who came and went would occasionally take a peek at the young Duke of York. They were usually low-level maids who worked in the conservatory and living room. Brother, let alone provide services for him.

However, after His Majesty the King suddenly fell from poisoning, the Duke of Gloucester, the Protector of the Country, took advantage of the power of the High Court and the Church to quickly control the inside and outside of the palace, and sent the unconscious His Majesty and the Duke of York into the Tower of London together. The steward, Aiden, was arrested on the charge of ineffective protection of the king, and the personal maids were dismissed. All the items they could bring to the Tower of London were packed by these low-level maids who were transferred at will.

While packing up things clumsily, the maids sighed at the exquisite and gorgeous clothes and utensils in front of them, and gathered together to whisper and see what good things others packed up, which was unimaginable in the past Overstepping the rules, but now there is no one to teach them or reprimand them.

A clumsy maid dropped the long-necked and round-bellied porcelain in her hand to the floor. Fortunately, a thick woolen blanket was laid on the floor to save the treasure from being shattered.

Richard rolled his eyes half a circle, and glanced coldly at the maid. The porcelain was not among the necessities that the king and the king should bring when moving to the Tower of London. Obviously, the maid was curious about it and picked it up to play with it without authorization. up.

The maid hastily picked up the vase and put it back on the shelf, wiping off the dust on it with her palm, while observing the Duke of York in front of the big bed from the corner of her eye.

Such sights appeared frequently, and they carefully looked at every small move of the Duke of York from top to bottom like a monkey in a circus, tasted every trace of his expression, chewed it up, and swallowed it contentedly. Zha was a little numb after seeing it, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it anymore.

And he also knew that, in fact, these maids wanted to see His Majesty the King lying on the bed more than looking at him.

Fortunately, they still had an inexplicable awe of the king. After being scolded by Richard once, no one dared to sneak over in the name of work and stretched their necks to peek at the king in the bed curtain.

Brother Wang lowered his eyes, rubbed the knuckle hand in his palm, covered it carefully with both hands, and blew hot air on it, trying to warm it up.

Lying among the silk and wool, the little king's eyes were closed, like a faded white paper, his pale red lips turned pale, and his pale golden hair was tarnished. Richard had tidied them up as best he could. , but it will still show a kind of decadent morbidity. The king's thin cheeks have been worn down to only a thin layer of flesh, but the genes he inherited from the queen mother still allow him to retain the charm in the withered The beauty that people yearn for.

——He is like the holy son who died for the martyrdom in the frescoes of the monastery, and the candlelight coated him with a layer of gilt holy ointment.

Through a layer of ornately decorated windows, the Duke of York could hear the sound of monks chanting scriptures day and night in the next room. A large amount of frankincense and myrrh were thrown into the furnace, and the expensive spices released a warm aroma, enveloping people. In the rich incense mist, but this buzzing sound and aroma only made Richard angry.

The court physicians who treated the king were withdrawn after the first night, and replaced by monks waiting next door. The Duke of Gloucester euphemistically said, "Awaken His Majesty the King with the power of the Lord", and Daniel It was clear that these monks were waiting here to make the last prayers for the king, and frankincense and myrrh were indispensable sacred spices for last prayers.

No, probably not even dying prayers, since the king has been in a coma ever since.

...If the king can wake up, maybe they have other methods to use, such as identifying that the conspiracy was set up by the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Duke of Gloucester in collusion to murder the king, and Lorenzo, who has the endorsement of the king, can Recapture the Palace of Westminster, and when William Stuart returns, they may not be unable to fight back successfully.

After all, the crime of murdering the king cannot be exonerated no matter what excuses and reasons are used, even the powerful Lord Protector must be punished for it.

The premise is that the king can still wake up, otherwise this will be a battle for the throne with more means, and no one will complain for the people in the grave.

But what is the probability that the person who was plotted by Belladonna will be able to wake up?

Richard took a deep breath, put his forehead against the cold hand, and said the prayer silently in his heart again. If the king can stand in front of him safe and sound at this moment, he is willing to do everything he can...

and many more.

The Duke of York suddenly opened his eyes, and sat upright on the chair as if he had been electrocuted. There was a flash of ecstasy in his light green eyes.

King, safe and sound king...

His Majesty the King, now lives safely at Thorndike Castle in Yorkshire. The castle was their mother's dowry and has been abandoned for many years. No one knows who lives in it, let alone know. His Majesty the King, who was supposed to be at the Palace of Westminster in London, will appear there, and as long as Edward returns...

He will be able to take back everything that belongs to him, become the undisputed king, and completely and justly avenge everything they have endured before!

Richard's hand trembled involuntarily, and for a moment he clenched the cold hand in his palm, as if he wanted to crush the other's bones, but the next second he felt as if he had touched a hot iron Like, let go of your hands suddenly.

The maids watched the Duke of York curiously not far away. They found that the Duke suddenly became a little strange. He bent down and buried his face deeply in his arms, as if he was...

"Are you crying?" A maid put a burqa from the closet into a box and whispered to the female companion beside her.

"It must be. After all, he is only ten years old. I heard that His Majesty the King will not survive this time. Didn't you see that the monks next door have prepared the holy anointing?" The female companion nodded seriously, "The Duke is only ten years old, and As big as my brother."

She looked at the thin figure with sympathetic eyes, and the maid on one side sneered: "Can your brother compare with His Highness the Duke? Look at these beautiful clothes, my God, they are all genuine. Pearls and gems! If I could have such a dress... no, just a lace with diamonds, it would make me happy for a year!"

The maids chuckled and laughed at each other, turning their attention to the good things in their hands.

Richard's breathing was turbid and rough, he moved his thirsty throat, and moved closer to the face he was very familiar with on the bed, and observed it carefully for the first time, as if he wanted to see through this face the face hidden below. Another beautiful face.

It took the maids an afternoon to pack only seven boxes, which were all the things the king and the duke would bring into the Tower of London. Someone brought Richard water, bread, and a crispy roasted leg of lamb meat for supper, but Richard had no appetite.

He was instinctively ashamed of his idea, but he couldn't help thinking about the feasibility of this plan.

It had been a deal, he thought, from the very beginning, that he had given the St. Louis crown and his own shroud in exchange for this stranger's help in revenge and protection of his brother.

Since it is a transaction, there is a certain risk, and the other party is aware of this, otherwise the lion will not ask for so many things, and now is a good opportunity to complete the transaction, but it is not carried out according to the other party's plan. It's not surprising, it's just that people are not as good as heaven.

As long as Brother Wang comes back, he can use Stuart's power to convict Gloucester and Canterbury of treason. The ambitious rebels will die. After such a long period of slow collapse, this absurd world will also die. will lose the last reboot save time.

Everything is so perfect.

But how would he bring back his brother Wang who was far away in Yorkshire, and how would he hide such a living person on the bed?

The blood of conspiracy and poison belonging to the royal family had stuffed the answer into Richard's head, and he clasped his hands tightly, trying to get rid of this terrible idea.

He is not a kind and ignorant child, but let him kill the person in front of him with his own hands...

He imagined that picture for a moment, and was horrified to find that he could not accept it at all.

The silent silence returned to the king's bedroom, only the slight rustle of the spices being burned in the stove. The faint milky white smoke was like a rolling cloud, gently turning out from the edge of the stove, falling and flowing toward the ground, like It is a layer of flowing lake water.

The voice of the scriptures chanting next door also subsided, but Richard suddenly had a desire to let them continue to read, no matter what the voice was, so as not to let him sink into this frightening silence alone.

There was a click, the short sound startled Richard, who was immersed in his own thoughts, his reaction was half a beat slow, but he quickly jumped up from the chair, subconsciously blocked the bedside, and looked up vigilantly towards the sound. Look in the direction you came from.

His black curly hair was tied up high, and his amber eyes looked like a wolf king under the moon scrutinizing his opponent. The man who rolled in through the window had a tall and fit body, and he was wearing trousers and a short jacket that were easy to move around. There are two short swords hanging from the belt, the trouser legs are tucked into the boots, and the sleeves are tied tightly around the wrists, making the whole person look neat and straight.

The head of the Sardinian Assassins looked like a big cat, walking in on a soft pad, and met Richard's gaze from a distance, then took advantage of his height, looked over the little duke's shoulders, and looked at the man on the bed. Zhang pale and thin face.

"Earl of Essex, what is the purpose of visiting late at night?"

The Duke of York's question was not answered, his nerves tensed instantly, and he pressed his right hand on the bulge of his waist. This movement was very small, but it did not escape the eyes of the Sardinian assassin.

The other party glanced at him very quickly: "Your Highness, don't show me your little tricks. I guarantee that no matter what you want to do, you will not get the expected results."

Richard's hand was stiff on the brass handle of the short spear, and his expression was cloudy and uncertain: "So just after His Majesty the King fell, you can't wait to change the door and wag your tail to invite favor with the new owner?"

Lorenzo walked over lightly on tiptoe, stopped at an arm's length away from Richard, stretched out his left hand and rubbed his chin, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "You say that...it seems like this option Not bad?"

Richard immediately pursed his lips.

Lorenzo teased him, walked around him briskly, bent over and approached the person on the bed, looked at the little king's face, tested the temperature of the king's forehead with the back of his hand, and gently pulled up the quilt, Knowing that the unconscious person can't hear anything, he still lowered his voice: "Your Majesty once said a word to me."

He turned around and looked at the Duke of York: "He said, if something happens to him one day, I need to do something for you, um... It's not impossible to kill and set fire, but I charge more for this job."

Richard's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Anything... is okay?" Richard asked slowly in a dry voice.

"Yes," Lorenzo replied with a smile, "as long as it is within my ability, I can do anything."

"If I want you to help me bring a man from Yorkshire into the palace within tonight..."

"No problem." Lorenzo replied straightforwardly, "The specific location, the appearance of that person?"

Richard almost blurted out the name of Thorndike Castle, but a hesitation choked his voice.

If Brother Wang comes back... what will this person do?Brother Wang must have hidden his appearance and identity outside, he is not afraid of being recognized by Brother Wang, so he can't take the risk of being seen as king and ask Lorenzo to send this person out of the palace, so it seems that the only thing left to him is this a choice.

Kill him, welcome back Brother Wang, and end this ridiculous thing;

Or choose to be foolishly sent to the Tower of London again, where the two die together.

Richard bit his lip, remained silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth, and said intermittently: "I want you...to contact Lancaster in the northern suburbs of London, and tell them that the king...the king is dying, and the situation in London is chaotic. If they can break in, the throne is theirs."

Lorenzo raised his brows high, looked up and down Richard with a strange look, and said in amazement: "Are all members of your royal family so sinister and vicious? You are good at stirring up trouble."

He turned his wrist: "Okay, I'll take this job, and I'll deliver it to you before dawn."

The Sardinian Assassin took one last look at the little king, and walked towards the window swaggeringly. Just as one of his long legs stepped on the window sill, he suddenly turned around as if thinking of something: "By the way, I don't think you need to worry too much about him. Your Majesty will talk to him personally." As I said, he never eats the gooseberries that others give him, do you think he recognizes the gooseberries in that dish?"

After hearing this sentence, Richard's whole body was shocked, and he quickly raised his head: "What did you say?!"

Lorenzo was a little puzzled: "Aren't you his younger brother? Don't you know about this?"

As if he didn't hear this sentence, Richard muttered to himself: "So he knew there might be something wrong with the gooseberry, but he ate it anyway. Did he do it on purpose? What was he thinking? He..."

Did he guess that I would want Brother Wang back?

Did he guess that I would want to kill him?

he……

Thousands of thoughts condensed into a ball, and what finally settled in Richard's heart turned out to be a heavy peace of mind-so he won't die, right?

The Sardinian assassin hung one foot outside the window, heard the Duke of York talking to himself, and answered with a smile: "Who knows what he is thinking, after all, he is our majesty the king."