The sun never sets rose

This time I slept very deeply, and there were loud and noisy voices around me in the dimness. Jiang Xinyan moved his eyelids and couldn't open them. After a few seconds, he became fully conscious, and his ears buzzed like a group of flies. He didn't stop, but his body couldn't move.

Ghost press?Sleep paralysis?

She was a little frightened, only her tongue could move her whole body, she tried her best to break free from the invisible shackles with the tip of her tongue, and finally she was able to move, opened her eyes with difficulty, her body was as heavy as if she had been beaten, and she was sore .

What caught my eye was the dense and lush branches and leaves of trees, yellow and green, alternating and leaking in a trace of bright light. Jiang Xinyan's brain was blank, and he closed his eyes subconsciously for a while. After adapting to the light, he propped himself up and slowly got up.

What the palm touched was not a soft sofa, but a piece of cold and slightly damp soil. She was stunned and looked around suspiciously. There were towering trees everywhere, and occasionally the leaves would make rustling noises when the cool wind blew through them. , and a few crisp birdsong.

The noisy voice came from a certain direction, continuously, not far from her, melodious music, noisy voices, rhythmic drums, and applause.

what place is this?

She remembers coming on the sofa in the dormitory last night?

dream?

Jiang Xinyan pinched herself hard, "Hiss..." She frowned in pain, probably not dreaming.

She racked her brains to think about where this is and what happened last night, so she barely stood up with the trunk of the tree, moved her numb legs, and just took a small step, only heard a "swoosh" in front of her eyes. Flying over an unknown object, it plunged straight into the tree trunk she was holding on to, and the tail was still vibrating.

It was an arrow, only ten centimeters away from Jiang Xinyan's face.

If the archer was more precise, she could go directly to God, and she would be headshot with one arrow, so sour.

Jiang Xinyan was stunned, her body trembled, her legs softened, she fell to the ground with a "bang", turned her head, and saw a group of people on horseback trotting towards her and stopped firmly at a distance from her. Two meters away.

"who are you!"

The leading man was dressed in armor, with a cold silver light, looking down at Jiang Xinyan condescendingly, his eyes were full of warning, his lips were surrounded by unshaven beards, and his complexion was unkind.

English?

Jiang Xinyan understood, thank God she was still in the UK.

It's just that she doesn't know that this "Britain" is not that "Britain".

Looking at the strange armor these people wore, it looked a bit like the exhibits displayed in the British Museum, and more like the costumes in the BBC costume drama. Jiang Xinyan thought he had met the crew, and he was relieved, and explained: "I am from the University of Greenwich student, uh... I don't know why I'm here..."

For a long while, the bearded man didn't speak, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Excuse me, where is this? Can you tell me how to get to the station?" Jiang Xinyan stayed in the UK for four years. Apart from his major, the most valuable thing he learned was a fluent British accent, the kind that can pretend to be a British person.

"Windsor Castle."

The man squinted his eyes like contempt, and looked her up and down. This strangely dressed and strange-looking woman did not look like an Englishman, but her accent was that of a commoner in London. She somehow appeared in the royal garden.

Today is Her Majesty's birthday. The whole court arrived at Windsor Castle, the Queen's favorite place, and arranged banquets and celebrations. By the way, it was time for autumn hunting. The guards patrolling the royal garden were more stringent than usual, and a commoner with exotic appearance was confused. Come in.

It was he who shot the arrow just now, and it missed a little on purpose, and now he is debating whether to grab it and go to see the queen.

Jiang Xinyan was taken aback, she was too familiar with this term, isn't that the palace of the royal family?She was clearly sorting out the materials in the dormitory, could it be that she was sleepwalking?Thinking of her pinching herself again, the touch was real, but it still hurt, and she didn't wake up.

If it is really near Windsor Castle, then there is no need to ask the other party how to get to the station, because she has come to play many times, although she has never seen such a large woods, but if the communication is barrier-free, going back is not a problem .

"Thank you."

She was about to walk to find the exit, when she lowered her head and found that she was wearing pajamas and had nothing on her, wallet, mobile phone, etc. How could she get on the bus like this? ?

Sighing, she still wanted to bother others, Jiang Xinyan raised her head to ask for help, and saw that the bearded man who questioned her was whispering to the people around him, his vigilant eyes glanced over from time to time, as if discussing something.

"Excuse me……"

Just as Jiang Xinyan was about to speak, she saw the bearded man raise his hand and put it down quickly. The two armored men around him immediately got off their horses and rushed up to grab her. They were so strong that they held her tightly like iron tongs. She frowned in pain , "What are you doing... Hey..."

Let alone encountering terrorists, Britain has not been very peaceful in the past two years, and it is not impossible.

Then she was lifted onto the horse by two men as strong as cows, with her hands behind her back and tied with a rope, her whole body leaned forward and lay on the horse's neck, then her eyes went dark, and something was wrapped around her head , Moderately soft and hard, like coarse cloth, nothing can be seen.

Kidnap?Gangster?

It's over, Jiang Xinyan thought so, the sound of horse's hooves stepping over the soil came from her ears, and the cool wind blew, shaking her internal organs almost out.

The noise was getting closer and closer, Jiang Xinyan held his breath and listened carefully, the air was mixed with rhythmic drums and music, as if celebrating something, but with the steps of the horseshoe, the music stopped abruptly, The buzzing voices around him also disappeared in an instant.

The eerie tranquility is disturbing.

"Your Majesty, a foreigner has been caught, whose identity is unknown."

It was the bearded man's voice. He spoke extremely fast, and his consonants were blurred. Even so, Jiang Xinyan understood. When he heard "yourmajesty", he couldn't help but feel his heart tense and his mind became even more confused.

His Majesty?What Your Majesty?

The 80-year-old grandmother of the queen should live in Buckingham Palace.

Before Jiang Xinyan could recover, her whole body was roughly pulled off the horse, and she fell to the ground with an unsteady center of gravity. Fortunately, there was soft grass under her feet, which would not hurt her.

What kind of ghosts are these barbarians? When did the British royal family still have a habit of arresting people?

The wrist was rubbed by the rough rope so painfully, Jiang Xinyan complained violently about Grandma Queen in her heart, the cloth cover on her head was taken off, and the sudden light made her frown uncomfortably, her eyes could only see the blue and yellow hair under her body. lawn.

"Head up."

The cold female voice pressed down from the top of the head, with a hint of unhappiness. Although the voice was thin, it was calm, powerful, and full of energy. It gave people a strong coercion, which made Jiang Xinyan shudder involuntarily.

A young woman sits on a large chair, wearing a crown, and a purple dress with high-quality materials and exquisite design. It is the latest style popular among European noble ladies. Half of her breasts are exposed, and a long string of pearl necklaces hangs around her neck. , hanging down along the deep groove on the chest, glowing with crystal luster under the sunlight, making her graceful yet elegant.

This is England's new queen, Elizabeth Tudor.

Young, beautiful, dignified, and charming, she brought a little life to a country that was plagued by civil wars and religious conflicts.

This voice doesn't sound like someone in their 80s!

Jiang Xinyan raised his head slowly, his eyes first touched the purple skirt that fell on the lawn, and he saw a pair of slender white hands with well-defined joints, one of which was wearing a ring inlaid with rubies. The base, holding a precious ball with a cross pattern, is a bit familiar.

Looking up, it was an indifferent and stern face, with pale complexion, deep eyebrows and eyes, a towering and straight nose that seemed to be finely carved, thin lips slightly raised a smile that seemed to be there, and the gray-blue pupils reflected The lazy and casual gaze pierces through people's hearts seemingly inadvertently. Even if they are sitting there quietly, they can stir up a storm for no reason, roar wantonly, and make people's hearts tremble.

She is cold and arrogant, she can be charming and ruthless.

Jiang Xinyan was stunned, his lips parted slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he swallowed quietly, his heart suddenly accelerated and thumped, as if it was about to jump out of his throat and turn into a pool of blood.

What a beautiful person.

So beautiful that she began to search for adjectives in her mother tongue, but it was not enough.

The golden crown was studded with precious stones, which matched her reddish-brown hair very well. A red cross flag with a white background and a lion flag with a red dragon on the left and a lion flag on the right hung on the back of the chair. Jiang Xinyan suddenly recovered from the amazement...

England flag, and Tudor coat of arms.

For Jiang Xinyan, who had studied Tudor history for a while, the two flags could not be more easily recognized, and he thought of another possibility as if enlightened.

This may be England in the sixteenth century, during the Tudor period, and it could not be called "England" at that time.

So she slept through time travel?

And this "Your Majesty" could be Elizabeth I?

The one she was going to write for a thesis, the one she had liked for a long time.