"What did your brother say in his letter?" Edgar asked his young queen.

"I'm going to have a sister-in-law." Emma didn't show any excitement, and Edgar was still smearing a parchment roll, and he replied nonchalantly, "Oh? ”

The Queen of England saw her husband glance in the direction of the church from time to time, and then continued to sketch on the paper, and could only take the initiative to explain: "He is going to marry the stepdaughter of the Count of Flanders." ”

Edgar jerked his head up, and King Philip and Count Robert reconciled? He put down his pen, "When did this happen?" ”

"Just before you returned, about after the Feast of the Assumption."

King Edgar immediately realized that his uncle and cousin were going to attack Normandy again, and the French king did not ask for help from him, so he should not send troops directly this time. Edgar felt that it would be futile to guess Philip's next move here, so he stepped forward and grabbed Emma's hand tightly, and despite her somewhat shy reaction, he quickly said: "Write back to your brother and tell him that whenever it is about Normandy, England must be on the same page as him." ”

Emma's sleeves fell down, her hands loosened, she agreed in disappointment, and then left the room on her own initiative, ignoring a piece of clear jewelry that had fallen on the floor.

Edgar began to paint on paper again, and the outline of a church gradually became clear, with flying buttresses and ornate spires on the outside. Finally, the king sighed, his design was only on paper for the time being, and even if the financial situation improved next year, he would still spend most of his income on defense, and perhaps he would never see this huge church become a physical entity in his lifetime. However, he thought about how to build this unparalleled miracle, and the loneliness of his present was difficult for the Lord to redeem......

The beautiful forest of Fontainebleau was in sight, but King Philip had no intention of admiring the scenery, and the Château de Melun was his favorite hunting palace when he was alone, but war and politics were always on his mind.

"Rao, I want you to go to Anjou." Philip said to his younger brother.

"Your Majesty, what can I do?" Prince Rao was a little excited, he was tired of the life of hunting, and he missed the wine banquets and beauties of the court very much.

"Brittany, we can't just abandon this principality. You convey to me the Count of Fulke that the royal family is very dissatisfied with the Duke of Normandy, and that that bastard dares to openly challenge our authority, and must be taught a lesson. ”

"But, Your Majesty, we have just suffered heavy losses, and now we ......" Rao was a little frightened, and the Normans made a move? He was starting to feel that the mission was a little less than pretty.

"My father once said that when we fail, we must not show weakness, power comes from perception, we must always stretch our body, let everyone touch our branches, this is the way to maintain influence and authority." The robe of the King of France was spread out like a spider in the center of a giant web, surrounded by a kingdom controlled by his silk threads.

"I see." Prince Rao grimaced, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have taken the initiative to come to this brother.

Looking at the expression on the young brother's face, Philip reminded him again: "Tell the Count of Anjou that if he is willing to help us, the royal family will repay us in Mann's matter." ”

At this moment a bright maid came forward to fill the glass for the King of France, and the King quietly squeezed her wrist, a hint that made her face flutter, and between her eyelashes she left a ring in the king's hand, and then flew away.

That night, a shadow appeared in King Philip's room, and in front of the king's bed, the white beauty flicked the chest pendant composed of three golden balls, and untied the garment, revealing the marble skin on the chest. King Philip looked up at her and his shoulders shook on his body, forgetting all his worries for a moment, and after some lingering, the king's seed remained on the girl's inner thighs, but Philip walked out of the room in his clothes, holding a candlestick, through the darkness, and not a single guard was disturbed.

Looking out of the small window of the castle at the starlit forest of Fontainebleau, the cold light was faint, the trees were shaking, the king frowned, and his handsome face showed a hint of hideousness. He was actually in a very bad mood, and the blow of defeat made it difficult for his proud heart to accept, even if he had thought about contacting the king of England, who had a relationship with his uncle, a mixture of jealousy and envy always prevented him from taking the initiative to ask for help.

Isn't there any other way to deal with the Normans? Philip pondered and meditated, and even recalled the various poisoning episodes he had read about in classical writings, as if there was a poison pansy that could be applied to a wine glass or plate? Philip shook his head, the Duke of Normandy naturally has a tasting officer to serve, where is this kind of trick can be murdered, but the Duke of Conan died unexplained at the beginning, I heard that it was the handiwork of the Duke of Normandy, since the opponent is a master of this way, he must be very guarded.

At this juncture, allies are also difficult to find, Anjou and Flanders are unlikely to send troops directly, and the Count of Anjou will harass Brittany at most as before, and can only be used as a containment, and neither the Count of Flanders nor the Count of Boulogne will take a fuss for themselves. Suddenly the king remembered the dead Earl of Hereford—perhaps, it would be better to strike from the inside of Normandy?

Philip was quite familiar with the Norman aristocracy, and he remembered many names at the moment, but no one dared to rebel against William's rising power. Just as he was about to give up the idea again, a pair of white arms were wrapped around his shoulders, and Philip turned his head, his forehead pressed against the cold cheek, and the moment his lips and teeth met, a man flashed through his mind like thunder and lightning.

When the envoy of the King of France came to the territory of William, Earl of Hereford, he saw only Roger, the second son of Earl William, and when he heard the messenger explain his intention, the young knight immediately jumped off his horse.

"Why did King Philip bring this up at this time?" Roger was a little strange.

"Before the unfortunate death of my father, I mentioned family matters to my Majesty, and after the death of Lord William, His Majesty was extremely sad in his heart, so he remembered this old matter, and then sent me to convey it to Your Excellency." The messenger humbly replied.

Roger had never heard his father say that he would give his sister to Ralph de Guerre, a Breton, but it was indeed a very advantageous marriage, especially for his second son, who lacked territory and fame, and why not rely on this marriage to marry Ralph, who was quite close to Bishop Odo, and to gain the friendship of the King of France?

The messenger returning from Breteuil brought back Roger's reply to Philip, and at last a soft glow of sunshine appeared on the cold face of the King of France, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he said loudly to the courtiers beside him, "Ladies, my lords, now we can begin to dance. ”