Queen and Her Duke

There are messy hickey marks on the neck, chest, waist and abdomen, and even the inner thighs.

Wen Lin glanced randomly, and was about to put on her clothes and take a shower.

Turning around, I saw Visia staring at the hickey on her neck and giggling, her face suddenly became hot again, Wen Lin gave Visia a hard look, and hurried out of the bedroom.

Weisia didn't dodge, she looked back at Wen Lin with a smile, her eyes were full of joy and satisfaction that couldn't be melted away.

Wen Lin's shyness, groaning, and even every trembling arc made Weissia's heart feel hot uncontrollably.

After Wen Lin left, Visia looked at her fingers with deep eyes. The nails were round, and when they fiddled with the gurgling water, they were amazingly bright.

When Wen Lin came back from the shower, she saw Visia still sitting on the messy big bed with a smirk on her face.

Her face was a little dry, Wen Lin ignored her, walked to the desk, took the letter from Wang Ting, and read it carefully.

It focused on the opening of new trade routes, and at the end there were some words urging them to return to the royal court.

Such a letter would come from time to time, but it was obviously more frequent recently.

They stayed in Sax Castle for nearly half a year. During this period, Regent Francis assisted Latimer to handle all the government affairs, and some particularly important ones would be sent to Sax Castle.

It takes a lot of effort when it is not free, and Wen Lin reckons that the ministers in the Privy Council will not be able to sit still if they stay any longer.

Originally, he deliberately concealed the news that Visia was fine, and when Latimer returned to the royal court, he dealt with those people who showed up in a thunderous manner.

After that, Wang Ting'an lived for half a year, and from the letters sent, Latimer also looked more and more like a monarch.

The blood of the Plantagenet royal family flows through his body, and in some respects he is just as tenacious, stubborn, and unbearable as Visia.

After Wen Lin finished reading the letter, Visia came over just after taking a bath, her face was slightly reddish from the hot water. When Wen Lin thought of being tossed and tossed by her, she looked away after two glances, and immediately said,

"When will you be back in Bruns?"

This issue has been deliberately ignored by the two of them, but the responsibility of the monarch of a country is not to say that it can be thrown away.

Weisia was stunned for a while, and the breath around her suddenly became gloomy, looking a little dull,

She approached Wen Lin and met her eyes, "Do you want to go back?"

Every day spent in Sutherland Castle is a day that the two of them dreamed of before. There are no cumbersome government affairs, no power calculations, only each other.

Wen Lin smiled. In fact, it's time to go back. As long as Vicia is still the monarch of Golan for a day, the responsibilities that the monarch should bear should come before their love.

Wen Lin was very satisfied with the six months of indulgence. She touched Vicia's earlobe and said softly, "Go back, I want to go back to Yinhe Village."

Visia looked at Wen Lin for a while, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. She leaned over and kissed Wen Lin's forehead, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you really haven't changed at all."

There was a faint light in her eyes, Visia lowered her eyes, not letting Wen Lin see, she will always remember the words Wen Lin left for her on the battlefield and the sea of ​​fire, "Do what a monarch should do. "

I don't know how long the two of them have been leaning on each other, but Visia gradually felt relieved, and she agreed softly, "Then go back."

In this way, the two cherished the rest of their days at Sutherland Castle even more.

Vicia's long-planned plan gradually matured during this period of time. She looked at Wen Lin who was arranging flowers in the garden with a doting smile.

"Whether it's here or back to the royal court, she can already show her open love to others."

They arrived in Bruns on a sunny morning.

The magnificent royal chariot was waiting outside the city gate, and Latimer stood at the front with a group of princes and nobles.

When Visia took Wen Lin's hand and walked down, the scene seemed to be paused for a few moments, and the nobles of the ministers looked at Wen Lin frequently, and it was difficult to suppress the astonishment and suspicion.

When Latimer announced that Wen Lin was still alive, the whole Brunswick was boiling.

The crowd gathered on the street from all directions, watching the chariots slowly driving from the royal court to the city gate, they were all excited.

People who had long been dead stood in front of them alive, and even walked in front of them, greeted with smiles in countless eyes of curiosity and astonishment, "Good morning, everyone."

The ministers and nobles didn't know what to do for a moment. Looking at Wen Lin who was no different from before, they knelt down with a plop and saluted with the highest etiquette.

"Good day Your Majesty, good day Queen."

Frowning slightly, Wen Lin looked around, no one seemed to think it was wrong to call her queen, and finally her eyes fell on Visia's face, and she asked softly, "Queen?"

Vicia smiled without saying a word, just took Wen Lin's hand and boarded the carriage.

The expensive crepe on all sides of the carriage is tied around the windows inlaid with gold and jewels, and people on both sides of the road can have a panoramic view of the carriage.

When the knights of the imperial court slowly separated to the two sides, and Wen Lin appeared in front of people's eyes, cheers poured in like mountains and seas.

"Wen Lin, Wen Lin..."

"You are our savior, you are the queen of Golan..."

"..."

There are many compliments comparing her to the savior. It seems that in a certain sense, using gender to limit the glory that Wen Lin brought to Golan is undoubtedly the most absurd and shameless blasphemy.

There were crowds of people in the streets and alleys, people gathered into a sea, pushing and crowding, swarming towards Wen Lin.

From a distance, it looks like a cluster of flames moving from darkness to light.

Smooth streets, neat and orderly shops, cheering crowd...

Wen Lin looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar scene in front of her and was filled with emotion.

Weisia seemed to be aware of Wen Lin's nervousness, she gently comforted Wen Lin's quietly clenched hands, and said with a light smile,

"They all remember your favor, your sacrifice, they love and praise you from the bottom of their hearts, they are not only my people, but also your people."

Glancing at Vicia, Wen Lin secretly collected herself, smiled and nodded to the people on both sides.

Until she returned to the royal court, Wen Lin still had a huge lingering sense of absurdity in her heart.

A female monarch married a female queen, and was recognized by the church and the people?It was still in a dark age when feudal ideology prevailed.

As soon as Visia arrived at the royal court, she was taken to the council hall, while Wen Lin went back to the bedroom to rest. She stared at Fenglin not far away, and muttered to herself, "This is too ridiculous."

Unbelievable and at the same time unspeakable joy, yet followed by unquenchable apprehension.

Did the people of Golan really accept her marriage with Vicia?What kind of negative impact will this have on Vicia's rule?

Wen Lin was still worried, she walked into the inner hall, grabbed a familiar maid, and asked carefully about her being named queen.

The more he heard the frown deepened, the more he felt sorry for Visia.

When Latimer rushed to look for Wen Lin excitedly, what she saw was Wen Lin's dignified expression, listening to the maid saying that she had been named queen.

Latimer seldom saw Wen Lin showing such a serious look, so he immediately took back his steps.

When she heard Wen Lin slowly say "it shouldn't be like this" after a long silence, Latimer suddenly fell into a daze.

Shouldn't teachers be happy?Or does she have no equal feelings for her aunt at all?

After struggling for a long time, Latimer stepped forward and called out in a low voice, "Teacher,"

Wen Lin came back to look at him, seeing his embarrassed face, Wen Lin raised her eyebrows, "Your Highness Latimer, what do you want to say?"

Latimer didn't say anything for a moment, and Wen Lin didn't ask any further questions. She waved the maid to leave and waited patiently for Latimer.

Hesitating and slurring.

Wen Lin listened to Latimer patiently for a long time before realizing that Latimer had misunderstood, but Wen Lin did not interrupt her, but continued to listen to him.

Latimer obviously knew more about Vicia than anyone else.

Seeing Wen Lin's unmoved expression, Latimer's emotions gradually became agitated, and he suddenly said,

"Teacher, if I hadn't arrived in time, my aunt would have..."

Halfway through, it stopped abruptly.

Wen Lin frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

In front of outsiders, Latimer was a calm and solemn crown prince, but in front of Vicia and Wen Lin, he seemed to be the weak and helpless child back then.

Under the persecution of Wen Lin's burning eyes, he told everything he knew.

There was no major emotional fluctuation on Wen Lin's face, she just stretched out her hand and grabbed her chest suddenly. When Latimer cast a questioning look, she suddenly turned her back and said lightly,

"Latimer, you don't have to worry, I just love her, that's all."

Before Latimer could answer, Wen Lin hurried up the steps, her pace getting faster and faster, and the maids along the way saw the queen rushing back into the bedroom with an ugly expression on her face.

After hesitating for a while, a female officer walked out of the bedroom and asked worriedly.

Wen Lin leaned against the door, took a few deep breaths of relief, managed not to shed tears, and ordered outside the door, "Don't bother me without my order."

Wen Lin didn't dare to think, didn't dare to think about what kind of mood Weisia had on the night she was about to commit suicide, and how much she must have suffered in the past nine years, until she was able to give up everything so resolutely.

Covering her mouth firmly, Wen Lin was trembling slightly all over.

How desperate Visia must have been to have the idea of ​​suicide, obviously he wanted her to live a good life.

Seeing that the layout of the bedroom hadn't changed in the slightest, Wen Lin's heart seemed to be crushed by the growing distress.

Suddenly, Wen Lin's eyes fell on a corner of the desk, which was a parchment book that had been touched many times and had burrs all over the edges.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin walked over to pick it up, and slowly opened it.

From the first page, it was filled with annotations, and those annotations took up all the blank space on the pages of the book. Wen Lin turned over page by page, reading each word.

Visia wrote about everything, about the roses in the manor, about the battles with the church and the nobles, about the changes in the royal city, about the development of Golan, about the longing for the lonely moments in the middle of the night...

Wen Lin's heart ached so much that her breathing, her fingertips, and every inch of her body began to throb.

Visia survived alone for nine years, but no matter where she was, she left her shadow behind.

In a masochistic way, she engraved the memories shared by the two of them.

Turning to the last page, a striking sentence came into Wen Lin's eyes. There were only two sentences on it, one was left by Wen Lin, and the other was Weisia's answer.

"Your Excellency, I'm old and I don't want to wait any longer. If you don't come, I'll go find you."

Seeing this, Wen Lin couldn't bear it anymore, she fell on the desk and cried bitterly.

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