Conquer the Dawn of Heaven
Vol 7 Chapter 331: The fate of the king
At the end of November 1502, Ferdinand returned to Zaragoza, a long absence.
Unlike before, this time Ferdinand returned to Zaragoza. Not only did he not hold a grand entrance ceremony, but not many people even knew about it in advance.
Ferdinand was eager to return to Zaragoza to clean up the mess. He ordered the nobles who believed he was still loyal to him to rush to Zaragoza as soon as possible. At the same time, he wrote a letter to the nobles of Zaragoza who still trusted on the road. Sealed secret letter, I hope they can take the sacred responsibility of King Qin at the critical moment.
But to Ferdinand's surprise, when he returned to Zaragoza with a few guards, he was greeted by the Archbishop of Zaragoza who welcomed the king with a group of strange nobles outside the city.
At this moment Ferdinand knew that his plan had failed.
After only a brief little ceremony, the team quickly entered the city without attracting anyone's attention along the way, so that when Ferdinand walked into his room in the palace, several servants who were cleaning saw The king who appeared suddenly almost knocked over a valuable vase out of surprise.
Along the way, Ferdinand wanted to question the archbishop why he did this, but he didn't have a chance. It wasn't until the irrelevant people were driven out of the room that Ferdinand fixed his eyes on the archbishop's face.
For a short while, the atmosphere in the room was so suppressed that even the archbishop felt secretly nervous.
After a while, Ferdinand asked, "Why?"
The archbishop obviously knew the meaning of the king's thoughtless question. He thought about it for a while and seemed to be preparing words, but in the end his shoulders fell slightly, as if suddenly giving up those plans.
"Your Majesty, you must know that what Aragon needs is not just a powerful king. The people also need someone who can stand in front of them and guide their spirit. But you are obviously not such a suitable person. You are too proud. You are too arrogant, and your ambition is disturbing, so all this is just the bitter fruit of your own brewing."
"Is that so," Ferdinand looked at the archbishop with distrustful eyes. "If that Gombray didn't bribe you a large sum of money and promised you to become the archbishop of the autonomous diocese, I might still believe yours. Words, but now your explanation is worthless to me."
Ferdinand stood up from his chair as he spoke. He walked a few steps forward to the archbishop, stopped at a distance almost touching it, and then leaned forward and put his face into the archbishop: "I have to admit that what you said is true. Many crimes can be waived, but there is no doubt about betraying the king."
Ferdinand stared at the archbishop in a friendly way, but the archbishop didn't seem to want to pester him anymore.
He walked to the door of the room and opened the two closed doors. Everyone waiting in the living room outside could see them.
Ferdinand looked at the people and saw that although they should have heard the quarrel between the two in the room, they seemed so calm, which made Ferdinand feel uneasy.
He looked at them and was surprised to find that those people were looking at him with cold eyes, as if his majesty at this moment did not cause any fear in their eyes.
"Do you want to rebel?" Ferdinand couldn't help raising his voice. He tried to attract the attention of the guards outside, but the archbishop seemed to have seen his mind.
"Your Majesty, I have to regret to tell you that some small changes have taken place in the palace during the period of your expedition. The guards of the palace are now borne by a group of loyal guards selected by me."
The archbishop said that he slowly raised his hand and made a gesture behind him. With this action, a fierce footstep suddenly came from the corridor, and then a group of heavily armed guards broke in under the leadership of several officers. .
Ferdinand stared at those people blankly. It was not that he didn't know what it meant, but he never thought that the archbishop would dare to be so blatant.
"Do you know what you are doing, Bishop?" Ferdinand asked harshly.
"We all know what I'm doing, Your Majesty," the archbishop replied tit-for-tat. "It's nothing compared to what you do. We all know that you want to take power from Queen Isabella, but there has been no It succeeded, so if anyone suspects that the queen’s sudden death is related to you, it’s not surprising, is it?"
Ferdinand looked at the Archbishop in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this man actually said such a thing. You must know that even those enemies who were full of maliciousness towards him had never used this to attack him.
This is because everyone knows that this accusation involves too much, and a little carelessness may completely offend the two powers of Castile and Aragon.
But now the Archbishop of Zaragoza has unscrupulously said this topic that everyone regards as taboo, which makes Ferdinand finally realize that these people are indeed determined to fight against themselves.
"What did that Gombray give you?" Ferdinand looked at these people in disbelief. He thought these people were crazy, or there was indeed a deal between them and Alexander that he didn't know. He wanted to know. The answer to all this.
"Your Majesty, what if you know a lot of things? You can't change everything. Believe me, it will only increase your troubles," the archbishop said disapprovingly. "Perhaps you still want to re-convene your loyal ones. My subordinates, but please let me remind you that even those people cannot change much now, not to mention that Zaragoza is now completely controlled by us."
"But don’t forget, I also have the support of Aragonese nobles everywhere. I am the orthodox king of the Kingdom of Aragon, and the Sicilian woman you hope will take many years after she succeeds to the throne. Will work hard to live, maybe longer than her."
The archbishop's face slowly darkened. He knew that Ferdinand was right. Even if Ruosa succeeded to the throne, it might take a long time, and no one really knew what would happen during this period.
If that is the case, the future status of these people will become awkward, because according to the "Treaty of Gahel", if Ruosa is unable to inherit the throne due to an accident, then Charlie, the direct heir of Ferdinand He will become the first in line, and I believe that by then, he will definitely settle this shame for his grandfather.
The archbishop's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that he had to act decisively at this time, but he also knew exactly what risks he had to take to make that kind of decision.
Since ancient times, the killing of the king will not end well, even if it succeeds, the mastermind and the murderer will often end miserably.
Even the king of a hostile country will not tolerate this murder of the monarch, because it is a provocation to the status of all monarchs.
Ferdinand also vaguely realized the murderous intent passing by the archbishop's eyes. He forced himself to calm down, and stared at the archbishop unblinkingly. He knew that at this time he must not back down, otherwise he might really be about to die. .
"Your Majesty, I think your spirits are very bad after the expedition, I think you should be sick," the archbishop finally said, he seemed to be very concerned after he found something in Ferdinand, and then looked back. To the nobles who watched indifferently, "Do you think the king should have a good rest?"
"Yes, your majesty should rest in a quiet place," a nobleman stood up and bowed to Ferdinand, his tone was respectful, but his eyes were very cold. "I think you should open up a special palace in the palace for use. Retreat, and it’s best if no one disturbs this place."
Ferdinand immediately understood the intentions of these people. Obviously they did not dare to hurt his life, but they could imprison him. Thinking about the life of this kind of imprisonment for many years to come, Ferdinand will never again. Unable to pretend to be calm and calm, he held the cross on his chest tightly in one hand, drew out the sword in the other, and waved in front of him: "Go away! The king in front of you!"
The soldiers showed hesitation. They were obviously frightened. Facing the king, no one dared to take a step forward.
"It's a pity that your actions, your majesty, have made us very embarrassed." The archbishop shook his head a little helplessly, and then waved his hand to an officer. "Don't hurt your Majesty, and don't let him hurt yourself."
"Sir." The officer nodded, winking at several companions on the side.
Just before Ferdinand had come to understand what had happened, several officers suddenly rushed forward at the same time, and knocked him to the ground amidst the screams of people around!
"Let go of me! I am the king! The king!"
Ferdinand struggled to resist, but his neck was held tightly from behind, because Ferdinand could not help but open his mouth, and was immediately stuffed with a large mass of silk that seemed to have been prepared. His mouth was sealed with a wide belt used to rein his horse, and it was **** behind his head.
Ferdinand’s mouth kept humming and his arms were tied with belts. At the same time, he was horrified to see that someone had brought an old-style, face shield completely riveted to death, leaving only A helmet with eyes and a fence for breathing.
"Your Majesty, this is for your own good. The way you look now makes one have to suspect that you may have been wicked, and you may even hurt yourself, so we must ensure your safety," the archbishop said but Ferdinand said The hysterical desperate roar, waved to those few people.
Under the gaze of a group of nobles, Ferdinand, who was tightly grasped by his hands and feet, watched the helmet slowly moving forward. He roared in despair in his heart, yelling God, Jesus, Mary and all he knew The name of the saint, pray that they can save him, the pious Christ king.
But the miracle didn't happen, a darkness shrouded his eyes, and then his blood-red eyes, almost bursting out of their sockets because of anger, appeared in the gaps in the helmet eyelets.
I swear that as long as I live, I will have revenge. I will throw the people here today into hell, but I will let the archbishop live, and I will let him taste all the torture in this world.
Through the eyeholes, Ferdinand’s red eyes glided across each face like nails, which made the people in the room feel cold. When his eyes finally fell on the archbishop’s face, his throat There was a terrible "Woo" sound.
"Your Majesty, they will release you when you are arranged in a suitable place, but you can't do excessive things. I have already ordered them to take some impolite measures against you when necessary for your safety. It’s all for your sake."
The archbishop gasped for Ferdinand, who was just staring at him, saying that he didn't pay attention to the way Ferdinand stared at him, or that he didn't want to see him now.
A group of guards "clustered" were forced to put on a knight's robe and cloak, and Ferdinand who looked like an ordinary knight walked outside the door.
At this time, the palace seemed extremely quiet. Although not many people knew that the king had returned, the silence faintly made the atmosphere in the palace of Zaragoza seem depressing.
Although Ferdinand had left, none of the remaining people spoke up, and the atmosphere in the living room looked strange.
The archbishop looked at the people, and he smiled and said, "Tell me what you are thinking," and then no one was allowed to speak. He then said, "No, no, no, don't you think this is something that is not easy to say, don't forget All of us are participants."
"King, he won't let go, will he?" A nobleman asked tentatively. Seeing other people looking at him with idiot-like eyes, the noble could not help licking his dry lips. "He will take revenge on us, Ferdinand." Just such a person will not let each of us go."
Speaking of later this noble also trembled because of excitement, he looked at the archbishop and asked in an anxious tone: "What should we do? If the nobles who are loyal to the king rescue him, then we all have to go to the gallows. "
This person's words aroused the restlessness of other people. They looked at each other and talked in a low voice, and gradually disappeared. Everyone couldn't help looking at the archbishop.
There was a same thing in their eyes, which was terrible killing intent.
"What do you want to do, murder the king?" The archbishop looked at those people's expressions and waved his hands unceasingly. "That way we all will be truly unlucky. You should know that the crime of murdering the king will leave us all dead."
"Then what should we do?! Maybe we shouldn't have..." the nobleman shouted in despair.
But then the archbishop slapped him back with a slap in the face.
"Shut up, idiot. When God created you, there were probably only two things left in his hands, stupidity and recklessness. Otherwise, there would be no sense of reason in your head."
The archbishop cursed for a while before stopping. He slowly walked to the throne where Ferdinand had been sitting before, reaching out and tapping on the armrest of the seat, then turned and sat down and looked at the nobles who had been surrounding him.
"We still have a way, don't you? Have you forgotten what we did all for?"
The archbishop's words made the nobles puzzled at first, and then some people suddenly became excited because of what they thought of.
"Queen of Sicily?" A nobleman blurted out excitedly because he thought of a solution to the problem at hand.
Then more people showed a sudden realization.
"Yes, we can ask the queen to come to Aragon as the regent. The reason is that King Ferdinand was stimulated by the setbacks of the previous defeat and became mentally disturbed." At this point, the archbishop seemed to think of something. "I remember Juana The queen seems to be crazy too, right?"
"Yes, this is a scandal of Castile. If it weren't for the daughter of Queen of Castile and Isabella, maybe she has been..." a nobleman said excitedly.
The archbishop waved his hand and interrupted the man. He stood up and walked slowly on the ground, enjoying the satisfaction that everyone put their hopes on him. After a while, he stopped and said, "I don't I know if Juana’s madness is related to her parents, but if the king is also mad, it might be easier to explain."
Everyone showed a stunned look. Although they knew that saying this might cause an uproar, at least it would be much better for Ferdinand to counterattack in the future.
And the next worries should be troubled by the Queen of Sicily, they only need to let the queen arrive in Zaragoza as soon as possible, then the reality of the next fait accompli will let those nobles who still feel that they should be loyal to Ferdinand understand , Everything has had results.
"As for the king, we must prevent him from being rescued, but we must ensure his safety," the archbishop told his comrades. "It is more advantageous to remember that Ferdinand is alive."
The words of the archbishop caused some nobles' eyes to waver, and they faintly guessed his intention.
Obviously, the archbishop intends to use Ferdinand as a bargaining chip with the new queen, and a living Ferdinand is indeed a lot of restraint by the new monarch.
The nobles quickly calculated in their hearts, they knew that according to the treaty, the Queen of Sicily was going to Zaragoza to officially declare her status, so now she should come faster, and all preparations must be made before that. This is both to welcome the queen and to prove their influence in Zaragoza.
"Go write a letter," the archbishop said to an official among the nobles. "We are going to send an open invitation to the Queen of Sicily, inviting her to come to Zaragoza to preside over the overall situation."
The nobles gathered around the official and watched him start to draft this invitation letter. From time to time, someone would suggest adding or subtracting a sentence or a word. After repeated deliberation, an open invitation letter was finally written. it is good.
"Where is that Moor? Didn't he come with the king?"
The archbishop suddenly remembered the Moor who is said to be a close friend of the regent of Castile, but what makes people feel strange is that since entering the city, they have never seen the Moor named Uliu again.
"Find the Moor, tell him what happened in the palace, and then ask her to give this letter to the regent, and ask the regent to pass it on to Her Majesty the Queen." The archbishop impatiently ordered the entourages next to Uliu to find Uliu. "This The matter is very important, the Moor must be found as soon as possible."
While everyone was looking for Uliu everywhere, Uliu was eating a sumptuous dinner in a luxurious mansion in Zaragoza at this time.
But instead of sitting at the luxurious dining table, he was sitting next to a small wooden table in the kitchen. Opposite him, a young mixed-race cook was looking at the authentically fragrant Uliu with a smile.
"You said that you are friends with our Duchess and Lord Thiago, is this true?" the young cook asked while pouring him juice.
"Yes, I know your duchess very well, especially Thiago. We often talked and laughed together when we were in Rome." Uliu said as he pulled off a piece of chicken thigh and chewed hard, "This meat is really good." , Your craftsmanship is so good, I think you can be a cook for the king."
"You can really talk, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" The young and beautiful cook smiled happily. "But if you are willing to work with me as a errand, I don't mind going to be a cook for someone else."
"Believe me, you won't regret it. Now there is a distinguished lady who can serve her. You must know that she is pregnant. It is the time when you need a cook who can make delicious meals for her."
Uliwu said casually, he didn't mind, under the banner of Ruosha, finding himself a beautiful chick who could cook and was very seductive.
The young cook nodded immediately, but then said disappointedly: "But I can't leave for the time being. I heard that a noble lady has also arrived in the Valencia Territory. Maybe it will not be long before I will be in the Territory. Go and serve the duchess, no, it's the queen."
Uliwu's hand with Zhengxiang who was eating the chicken thigh slowly stopped, and he thought for a while.
Valencia? Duchess? queen?
Thinking about the approximate time, he has already guessed who the noble lady is.
Uliwu's face slowly collapsed, and for a moment he felt that the chicken legs in his hand were not fragrant.
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