Human dimension reduction

The little king put one hand on Richard's shoulder, squinted his eyes slightly to see the burning flames in the wind and rain outside the window, and blew the horn of betrayal and attack in his kingdom. The conspirators coveted his scepter and throne, The battle line advanced into the streets of London. The defenders in London were obviously not prepared enough to deal with this war. Their defenses were scattered and in a hurry. It was not until the gates were blasted that they barely managed to recover under the scolding of the officers. The look of resolute counterattack.

The monarch of London stood in the cell, turning a blind eye to the people who suddenly ran out to flee in a panic on the street. His expression was cold and gloomy, more like a king than a king.

Richard suddenly began to rejoice at his choice. The one standing here should indeed be a king, not his gentle and cowardly brother.

But in the next second, he saw the gate of the Palace of Westminster opened in the distance, and dozens of horses of different colors galloped out. The leader was wearing a dark blue cloak with suede satin inside. Low-key but luxurious silver luster, even through the cloudy wind and rain, you can still see the flowing brilliance like water waves.

It was the Duke of Gloucester and his entourage. They were heading towards the Tower of London. From such a long distance, Richard could feel the overwhelming anger and gloomy and suppressed killing intent on him.

—he came to take the king's life, there is no doubt about it.

Even the dullest person can still think of the connection between the guards that suddenly disappeared and the Lancastrian army that suddenly attacked outside the city. Besides, the Duke of Gloucester is not stupid, he just lacks a little credibility. intelligence.

Lancaster's army sent him this deadly information with flintlock guns and black powder. The Duke of Gloucester, who was attacked by surprise, could only comfort himself with the head and blood of the culprit in extreme anger. Calculating poor soul.

Richard tensed up all over: "Grosester is here!"

The little king obviously also saw people galloping on horseback on the street, but their team was stopped by people who were rushing to flee for their lives. The scene was more comical than an absurdly realistic painting, and the king condescendingly glanced at them and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, they can't get in."

He seemed to be tired of the endless chaos outside, and he might not be able to stand up anymore. He pressed his palm on Richard's shoulder and motioned for him to help him go back. The skin and flesh of the wrapped body are thin and cold.

In the end, the little king was defeated by belladonna.

He walked slowly back to the bed supported by Richard, the fat all over his body had been consumed by the battle with belladonna these days, like a living skeleton, his pale blond hair was covered with pale Cheeks, the whole person is like a thin white paper.

"They'll be here soon, is there anything you can do—" Richard tensed up, fidgeting a little, and wanted to go to the window to see where the group of executioners had gone.

"Shh... don't worry, listen." The little king pressed his hand on the soft quilt, motioning him to be quiet.

Under the king's instructions, Richard finally calmed down and listened carefully. In the background of the wind and rain and the noise of the London city, there seemed to be messy footsteps and the sound of fighting in his ears, and the creaking sound of closing the door—— —perhaps the sound of a door opening, and a roar mixed with shouts and orders.

No, it's not as if... It's indeed the voice in the Tower of London!

Richard turned his head to look at the king on the bed in horror, and the other party smiled at him: "The action is very neat, isn't it? I ordered Lorenzo to withdraw from the Palace of Westminster in time after we entered the Tower of London, and wait until the outside world When there is confusion, immediately attack the Tower of London and seize control. Now, the Tower of London is ours."

Seeing that the aftertaste of surprise and bewilderment remained on Richard's face, he tilted his head and reminded him, "Do you remember what William I originally built the Tower of London for?"

Richard's eyes suddenly shone hotly, and he shouted in a low voice: "Military fortress!"

Although the Tower of London was built as a military fortress, it has been known for a long time because of its identity as the king's palace, especially in such a peaceful environment, there are very few soldiers stationed in the Tower of London, and most of them Some of them are servants without combat effectiveness.

The little king crossed his hands on the quilt, and said in a soft tone: "Yes, the best military fortress in London, a fortress built for war, with sufficient resource reserves, alas, we should really thank Uncle Wang for his gift , he gave us a life-saving talisman among the rebels."

"I've always wanted to find a way to get it in my hands that wouldn't be noticeable, Westminster Palace is too big and too insecure, anyone could take our lives there, but they'll never It is possible to break such a military fortress."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the cell was opened with a clang, and a tall and straight man stood outside the door, holding a Hidden Sword in his hand, and there was dark red on the blade of the sword smeared with dark medicine. The blood was dripping down.

The Sardinian Assassin stroked his hair, the curly black hair was a little messy, and there was still a residual killing intent in those amber eyes, but when he saw the little king looking at him in the room, he graciously exchanged the murderous intent. It became a lively smile: "Oh! My little majesty, according to your order, I have come to pick you up. Now you can raise your own flag on the Tower of London—if you have such a thing."

Edward also laughed: "It's a pity that I didn't bring it, but we can raise the white rose flag of the York family. I think there will be such reserves in the Tower of London."

They talked and laughed at Yanyan, and a crisp sound of tearing the air sounded downstairs.

Richard quickly walked to the window and took a look, then turned around: "It's the Duke of Gloucester, they have already discovered that the Tower of London has changed hands."

Lorenzo also walked over to have a look, and sneered: "He looks like a puffer fish that is about to be blown up."

Indeed, looking at the closed door in front of him, the Duke of Gloucester deeply realized that he had once again been completely tricked by this 13-year-old child, no... that was not a child at all, he was the York family full of conspiracy And a bloody product of power, a monster that shouldn't be in this world!

The Duke of Gloucester suddenly became suspicious. He was thinking that when he met Edward, he clearly felt that the other party was a shy and gentle child. This child was so docile that his brother Wang expressed his sorrow in front of him many times. The Prince of Wales is too tolerant and kind, which is not a good thing for a king who rules the country.

So since when did this kid actually be able to fight against him, and even make fun of him?

Are those meekness and shyness in the past just a mask put on to deceive people?

The Duke of Gloucester felt a chill run down his spine.

The gates of the Tower of London were closed, and neither he nor the knights behind him carried heavy arms, the fortress faithfully fulfilling its duty of guarding the king.

The Duke pulled out the exquisite and gorgeous brass short gun from his waist, pointed it at a window on the second floor, and squeezed the trigger hard.

The hit rate of firearms in this period is very low, and most of them are used for volleys when charging, with a strong momentum. As for how many enemies can be hit, it all depends on the mood of Lady Luck.

The projectile rushed out of the muzzle, and made a small indentation on the stone wall beside the glass window, and a bit of gravel fell down. After a while, the king's pale and indifferent face appeared by the window.

The 13-year-old boy king looked down at the Duke of Gloucester, who was in a mess in the rain, with his eyes downcast. After a long while, he raised his mouth and smiled, and waved lazily at him—the same as he did countless times before on the balcony. Waving to the cheering crowd below is no different.

An arrogant, condescending gesture.

The blood of the Duke of Gloucester was rushing to his head, but he was not a stupid and savage warrior after all. He tightened the reins of the horse and kept the horse from moving. He raised his head and asked loudly: "You attracted Lancaster! You gave your London, your people, all to the enemy to ravage, just to satisfy your terrible desire for power! How could the York family have such a cruel king as you, and you did not fight for your own Are you ashamed of your behavior?"

The little king behind the glass laughed even harder, he even bent over and coughed, a faint blush appeared on his pale face, and an adult male hand stretched out from one side to support him, holding him A cup filled with clear water was brought to his mouth.

"Thank you, my dear Count." The little king drank two sips of water, returned the cup to Lorenzo, and sighed, "Listen, what a wonderful speech, now I am the king he recognized again, listen Said that he was attacking me in the high court a few days ago for stealing 'a country and people that do not belong to me'!"

He looked out of the window again, smiling, and regardless of whether Gloucester could hear him, he said to himself: "Since I am the king, I have the right to choose the eagle dog to guard the throne for me. Your Excellency the Duke really cannot give me the security I need. Feeling, you see, I just woke up from the poison of belladonna, I think Lancaster should do better than you, right?"

Gloucester stared closely at his lips, he could only recognize a few words, but it was enough for him to piece together the general meaning: "You are betraying your father and the York family!"

"Oh..." The little king moved his lips, "That's more beautiful than your betrayal."

Gloucester seemed to have been punched head-on, and his face was blue and purple. Indeed, he was not qualified to comment on the little king's actions. After all, compared to Gloucester's goal of fighting for the throne, he was fighting Do your best to save your life.

The knights following the duke were a little agitated, but the little king felt a little tired. The effect of belladonna was extraordinary. It destroyed the king's health in a very short period of time. After standing for such a short time, he was a little powerless.

Seeing Edward disappearing from the window without hesitation, Gloucester's eyes were crazy and angry, but he had no other choice at the moment-whether to abandon the Lancastrian army that was invading London and send someone to To attack the Tower of London?

"What if he leaves London and runs away?" Richard asked as he watched the group leave from afar.

"He won't go. This is a man who is too arrogant to face his own failure. Let him be driven out of London by the enemy like a stray dog. It is better to let him jump from the tower. Even if he runs away It doesn't matter, Stuart's army will arrive soon, and Lancaster has stretched the front too far, and their supplies will soon be unable to keep up."

The little king was stuffed into a quilt by Lorenzo, and after occupying the Tower of London, they were supposed to move to the king's palace behind, but it was raining outside, and the king's body couldn't stand the cold, so he simply stayed here down.

The Sardinian assassin skillfully heated up the furnace, the orange fire reflected on his face, and the amber pupils shone brightly. The guards brought the gas lamps in the warehouse and hung them on the wall, turning the simple house It was brightly illuminated.

Edward half-lyed behind the blackout bed net, the belladonna had damaged his eyesight, preventing him from staring directly at such a bright light for a long time, but he rejected Lorenzo's suggestion to take out all the gas lamps.

"It would make me feel better to have more light," said the little king.

"So you took the belladonna yourself," Richard walked up to him at some point, with his palm on the satin bed curtain, his fingertips stroking the thick embroidery pattern, and whispered through a layer of fabric, "You why did not you tell me?"

Edward hesitated for two seconds: "No... I just didn't have time... Those belladonnas were not arranged by me. I really didn't expect them to be so bold. This idea also appeared suddenly at that time-I controlled the amount, so it won't be true. die."

Richard bit his lips violently when he heard the words, and burst out with an inexplicable anger: "Then what if I didn't follow your idea, didn't come to the Tower of London with you, but let... come back?" ?”

At any rate, he also realized that Lorenzo was here, blurring the key name.

"Ah, this..." The little king understood what he meant, and he actually smiled strangely, and said softly, "This was predictable, so the full text of the order I gave Lorenzo at that time was that if the Duke of York Ask to bring back a person from Thorndike Castle, then Lorenzo will follow your wishes and take me away at the same time, our transaction will end immediately, and when I wake up, I will take my reward myself, and the two of you One... can only seek happiness in the eyes of a group of people."

His voice was so low that it fell into Richard's ears like a ghostly whisper, making the young Duke of York's scalp tingle.

He realized almost instantly that if he had really done that, the ending for them would not be very good.

"It's just... a backhand that may not be used, and I didn't expect it to be used so soon. In fact, I thought they would wait longer, when Stuart brought the army closer to London Only then will Gloucester realize that we must tear ourselves apart and imprison us in the Tower of London for secret execution, and by then, I will have more room for maneuver."

"But who knew that a plate of belladonna appeared at that time."

The little king stated his plan lightly.