my british empire

Chapter 419 The Mystery of the Death of Henry II
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Through the gaps in the armor, Henry II felt that he was in excellent condition, and he would definitely show off today.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his legs were lightly clamped. Henry II had expected that he would definitely win and receive the enthusiasm of thousands of ladies.

Thinking of this, Henry II couldn't help but smile softly.

The clown who was performing at the side seemed to hear His Majesty's laughter, and couldn't help but stand up with hairs, and couldn't help shivering.

He couldn't help turning his head back, and after glancing at the glittering golden His Majesty, he quietly moved a few steps away.

It's dangerous to get too close.

The audience also fell silent. At this moment, the entire square seemed to press the pause button. Everyone stared at the front with breathless attention, watching this or that famous knight king in Europe. heroic.

On the high platform, all the nobles also stretched their heads, watching the two players competing on the field.

Especially Her Majesty, she always felt that something important happened in her heart today. She stared at her husband closely without daring to blink.

She knew that Henry II hated her and didn't want to be his queen himself.

However, which girl is not pregnant, but she is deeply in love with her husband, the knight king.

The girl's dream came true, but the boy Henry suffered.

On the other side, as the king's opponent, Gabriel watched His Majesty the King galloping over on horseback through the slits of his eyes. Gabriel made a few turns in his mind.

He gritted his teeth involuntarily, clamped his legs lightly, and the horse under his crotch galloped swiftly.

The audience only saw that when His Majesty the King and the Captain of the Scottish Guards were sprinting towards each other, Gabriel aimed at the king's helmet as he did in usual training, and stabbed hard...

"Boom—" The king on the horse was thrown to the ground, lying there, his body writhing uncontrollably.

The horse continued to sprint forward, as if it was just a competition.

And Gabriel stared blankly at the wooden spear head in his hand shattered into pieces, his face full of disbelief.

Then he turned his horse's head in an emergency and ran towards the fallen king.

The clown performing on the sidelines and the servants also stared blankly at the fallen king, and immediately ran over quickly.

The queen and the nobles on the high platform immediately ran down regardless of their appearance, ready to go over to comfort His Majesty the King.

Yes, that's right, everyone thought that His Majesty the King would definitely fight on equal terms with the captain of the Scottish Guards, and who knew that he would be thrown off the horse in one round.

Everyone knows that the king's self-esteem is very strong, and he is very sad after failure, so they are all ready to comfort him and feel his presence.

And only Her Majesty the Queen feels that this matter is not that simple.

Sure enough, just as everyone stepped down from the high platform, the servant found a lot of blood flowing out of His Majesty's helmet, so he hurriedly stepped forward to report to the queen and the nobles: His Majesty the King is injured!
At this moment, all the nobles seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, trembling all over, unable to tell whether they were happy or sad.

In short, there is only one sentence in everyone's mind: the big thing is not good!

But the onlookers didn't know it. They thought His Majesty the King fell off his horse and was injured. This is very common in the arena.

So one by one happily left the square, not knowing what this match meant.

What happened at the moment of hand-to-hand combat has become an eternal historical mystery.

All that was seen was that the king's spear slid past the captain of the guard, and Gabriel's spearhead suddenly hit the king's helmet and was shattered—the king fell from his horse and fell to the ground.

His Majesty the King was sent to the palace urgently, and the imperial doctors also rushed to the palace to diagnose and treat His Majesty the King.

The armor of His Majesty the King had been removed by the servants long ago, and he was lying on the velvet bed with his eyes closed, unable to speak.

The maids at the side kept bringing towels and wiped the wound on the corner of His Majesty's eye. The blood had already soaked the entire bed quilt.

The queen stayed by her side, looking at her husband who was watching her injury, with tears in the corners of her eyes, covering her lips, sobbing softly.

The high-ranking French nobles stood in the room with solemn and worried expressions.

The imperial doctors checked His Majesty the King's body up and down, left and right, back and forth, and came to the conclusion that something had entered His Majesty's brain.

Then I went to the scene to investigate. Although the king was protected by heavy armor and the spear did not have a metal spear point, a broken piece of wood happened to pass through the gap in the helmet, pierced the king's eyeball, and reached deep into the brain.

Under the medical conditions at the time, there was no cure for this.

So the imperial doctors collectively showed their cards to the queen: His Majesty the King cannot be saved, so prepare for the funeral!
"What? Even this injury can't be healed, what use are you imperial doctors for me?"

Hearing that her husband was about to pass away soon, Her Majesty the Queen couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded loudly.

But the imperial doctors were trembling and begging for mercy.

Of course, in this era, when doctors are scarce, the nobles dare not kill the imperial physician. Who knows what kind of illness they will have in the future, and what will happen to them after killing the imperial physician?
You must know that who can become an imperial doctor is not the best in the same industry.

Therefore, although they were scared on the surface, the imperial doctors were still calm in their hearts.

At this time, Henry II woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he only felt that something had entered his head (the feeling was very sharp), and it was very painful.

"Your Majesty! You're awake!" The queen walked over immediately, wiped away her tears, and said.

And the important ministers of the kingdom on the side also approached and looked at the king who was dying.

During this period of time, he finally realized that something had finally entered his head, and more importantly, he was going to see God soon.

"My God, I really don't want to see you!" Henry II could not help crying in his heart.

Taking advantage of the time he was awake, he quickly arranged for the afterlife.

In fact, there is nothing to arrange, his eldest son has grown up, and there is no suspense for the crown prince to take the throne.

He then asked Gabriel, who was responsible for his death.

"Your Majesty, someone must have ordered this criminal, please let us find out who is behind him!"

The important minister of the Kingdom, the Duke of Guise, said in a deep voice.

"No, let him go!" After saying this, Henry II took a breath and said softly:
"I know he's innocent. It's normal for a knight to have an accident. A real knight should have expected it long ago. Don't blame the past!"

"Besides, he has followed me for so many years and is my closest guard, so how could he betray me? What reason would he betray me?"

Unable to bear the order of the king, the ministers and the queen had no choice but to release Gabriel. As for the captain of the Scottish Guard, he should not think about it.

Ten days later, the strong Henry II passed away for the first time because of septicemia.

Don't mention the crying queen, just talk about Gabriel!
The pardoned Captain of the Scots Guards ironically later converted to Protestantism, fought against Henry II's sons, and was eventually captured and executed during Henry III's reign.

(End of this chapter)