Those who are in high positions always like to consider problems from their own perspective. The higher the position, the longer the longer it is, the more this will be.

Elizabeth I expressed “a considerable degree of anger and dissatisfaction” about what I have done recently and hoped that I would “correct this annoying mistake as soon as possible.”

These words came from Isabella in front of me. At this time, this noble girl was wandering around my house, and seemed to be particularly interested in the few lamps I clicked on the table and the cabinet, and was studying it back and forth.

At this time, my mood was still at the joy of the birth of my children, and I did not take her words seriously. After all, we are not a traditional relationship between monarch and minister, and I did not have the obligation to report everything and follow everything.

"Oh? What exactly is the word of Her Majesty the Queen?"

I actually wanted to slow down the pace of the conversation, so I started to pretend to be confused with my understanding.

All fools know that what the Queen is unhappy is that I will actually help France with the naval enhancement plan - this thing is that it cannot contain the fire, and I don’t plan to hide it from anyone.

But from my point of view, from the beginning of my contact with Elizabeth I, I meant that I was just helping her deal with the Spanish guest ministers and did not mean to swear allegiance to her.

So in fact, I can be regarded as a mercenary or contractor to a certain extent. I don’t have to work hard for anyone or be loyal to anyone.

Isabella obviously didn't think so. The expression on her face stopped first, and then she showed an angry feeling!

"You are kidding me, right, Lord Duke?" Isabella gritted her teeth gently, with an indescribable smile on her face: "Although I cannot characterize your behavior as treason, Her Majesty is indeed quite angry about it."

As she said that, she lowered her voice, pressed her entire upper body on the table and leaned over to me and said, "Even if you are as wise as you, I am afraid that I can't tolerate my own people going around with others and have peace privately, right?"

Her expression was quite serious, and she had obviously put herself on the moral high ground. The meaning of her words was not to question me, but to blame me.

"Make peace?" I gently lay my body on the chair, lying comfortably backwards, and asked casually: "Please explain in detail who I am with? Where? In what way did I make peace?"

Isabella was so surprised that I was so ignorant of the current affairs. In her impression, Sun Qilan, I am a very smart and conscious person.

"Can I understand this as your provocation to the Queen?" Isabella showed her fangs in front of me for the first time. She didn't want to lose anything in her momentum, or she was just covering up, covering up something that I didn't want to be discovered by me.

I stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, took out two wine glasses from it, and then took out a bottle of French red wine with a small force. I used a slight bang and twisted the bottle plug open, pouring a glass for each of us.

He pushed one of the cups in front of her, picked up the cup and took a sip. Seeing that I didn't want to answer her immediately, Isabella sat down opposite me very elegantly, picked up the cup and took a sip.

"How is it? Is it okay?" I asked Isabella with a smile.

This noble lady of the royal family naturally knew the goods. She put the wine glass in front of her nose and sniffed it gently, and said: "Aging over fifteen years is of course a rare fine product!"

After hearing her words, I laughed and said, "Look, you are aware of goods, just like me, I am aware of goods. I mean, we all have the right to choose, right? The respected queen can choose, and the humble me can choose, but my power to choose is smaller, that's all."

Isabella put down her wine glass, and she was telling the meaning of my words. But obviously, she knew that I had already known something, and some words were definitely not aimless.

"What the hell do you want to say?" Isabella tried to get away with it: "I'm not here to discuss these philosophical issues with you, you should understand what I mean."

"Of course I understand!" I picked up the wine glass and put it down slightly. The wine glass made a "bang" sound on the table: "Believe me, I understand much more than you imagined."

Isabella was silent. She didn't know what information I had at hand. So she stopped talking, but stared at me quietly, trying to find some clues from my eyes.

I looked into her eyes, curled my lips and smiled, "Actually, you don't have to guess. I can tell you clearly and show sincerity! Don't treat others as idiots. What you have done and what will cause to others, you know. Do you still need me to teach you how to do it?"

Finally, my expression was already as cold as frost. I looked at Isabella with a squint, picked up the wine glass and took another sip, and remained silent.

The air in the room seemed to solidify, and the viscous could not be melted.

"Do you know, what does your choice mean?" Isabella suddenly asked, with the expression on her face looking a little ferocious.

I know that it was time for her to see the picture, in other words, she was already anxious.

In her perception, I should have surrendered a long time ago. After all, I am facing the power of a country and I should never be so calm.

But I really have no reason to be afraid of a person or a woman - especially when I have completely broken up with my motherland, what do I dare not face!

In other words, I even dumped the Ming Dynasty, which accounts for 40% of the world's GDP. Are you afraid of a small country that is stabbing in the back?

Indeed, Britain will become an empire that never sets in the future, but what is it in front of it?

A country that survives between Spain and the Netherlands and France, that's all.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. If I can help them defeat Spain, I can help France, the Netherlands, and Spain suppress Britain!

So deep down in my heart, I really didn't regard Britain as a high branch that must be attached to or must climb. This was especially true after they made peace with Spain and attacked my territory and friendly forces.

Therefore, after Isabella showed her fangs, I became more calm and calm, narrowing her eyes and smiled contemptuously: "Of course I know! The respected Queen will be furious and even issue a pursuit order to pursue me - of course, canceling the ban should be the first step, right?"

Isabella asked strangely: "Since you know, why do you still collude with Henry of France and do things that hurt the interests of the British Empire?"

Hearing this, I slowly stood up, sat gently on the table, hooked my right index finger slightly, picked up Isabella's chin, then pinched her chin with two fingers, tightly approached her face, and said in an extremely provocative tone: "If you want to say that my choice represents development with the UK, then I will tell you responsibly, that's it!"

Isabella looked calm, but her eyes were filled with panic. Instead of breaking free from my control, she answered me with the same expression and the same angle: "So, do you want me to bring this sentence back to London?"

What a stubborn woman, I thought to myself. But how could the person who can stay by Elizabeth I for a long time be bad?

So I easily opened her chin, raised her face slightly, and said with a rather contemptuous smile: "You should think of this when you chose to make peace with the Spanish and indulge them to attack my territory! And what I have done so far is to choose a new partner for myself!"

Isabella's semen suddenly changed. This was the bottom line she had been sticking to and hiding. However, I suddenly revealed it here. She was a little panicked and looked down involuntarily, as if she wanted to avoid my gaze.

But I was unreasonable and continued to press forward step by step: "If we start a war, what will I lose? A mere British market, with some reputation and glory, and more enemies. Right?"

"And you have an opponent who fully understands your inside story. I can vote for France, the Netherlands, or even Spain - what's wrong? Who has a solid body inside? This will definitely be interesting, right?"

Isabella bit her lower lip tightly, thought for a long time, suddenly raised her head and said, "We are forced to do this. After all, the rise of the Netherlands is too fast, and both of us are allies. The British Empire cannot bear the blame for attacking allies, so this is the only way!"

When talking, my eyes were as firm as possible, as if I wanted to support myself.

I sat back on my seat, picked up my wine glass, and took a sip: "Whether you can afford it or not is your own choice, and it has nothing to do with me. But the reality is that your actions seriously infringe on my interests, and you dare to hold me accountable in such a grand manner? Isabella, are you the kindness of the relatives of the queen, or are you so arrogant as a beautiful woman?"

When Isabella heard my question, she raised her head proudly: "As a lady, do I have this privilege?"

I smiled and looked at her face without saying anything. Isabella suddenly felt guilty. After all, my wife was not inferior to her, and my words completely shattered the last line of defense in her heart.

"You're not bad-looking, but I don't like Western women, so I don't have to spoil you at all, right?"

Isabella's face turned pale, but I gently tapped the table with my fingers and said the most wanted to say after laying the groundwork for the night: "So now, tell me about Elizabeth's conditions! Remember, don't go around in circles!"

Isabella swallowed hard, looked at me without saying a word for a long time, sighed for a long time, and nodded heavily...
Chapter completed!