Queen and Her Duke

At night, the White House was brightly lit, and the banquet celebrating the Queen's return to Bruns was being held in an orderly manner.

The princes and nobles combed their hair meticulously and wore the most decent Chinese clothes, wandering through the entire banquet hall.

Their Sovereign was seated at the very top, her starry blue eyes staring casually at the banquet hall, which made her look dangerously alluring.

The royal band played cheerful and melodious music, but there were not many people dancing together on the dance floor. Obviously, they were more concerned about a person who hadn't appeared for a long time.

The wife of His Majesty Vicia——Queen Wen Lin.

Francis scanned every corner of the hall with his wide but shrewd eyes, and suddenly his sight stopped.

The highest church leader in Golan, Archbishop Lucchese, was wearing a solemn priestly uniform, standing quietly in the corner by the window, as if he was waiting for something.

Francis walked over with a smile, "Archbishop Lucchese, I didn't expect you to come too."

If Francis remembered correctly, this was the first time he had seen Lucches at a banquet in so many years.

Nodding lightly, Lucchese said bluntly, "I heard she's back."

Francis nodded and continued, "But she may not appear at the banquet tonight. She, like you, doesn't like to attend the banquet."

Lucches didn't respond, he continued to stand quietly, Francis shook his gray beard, didn't speak any more, picked up a glass of rum, and sipped it silently.

Until there was a sudden slight gasp at the banquet, following the gazes of everyone, Lucchese's eyes showed turbulent emotional fluctuations.

Queen Wen Lin walked down the spiral staircase. She was wearing the traditional and elegant golan royal dress. The gorse pattern woven with gold thread and precious stones extended down from both sides of her shoulders. The waist meets, and as she moves, the light skirt flicks across the air with a gorgeous light and shadow.

The smile in Weisia's eyes obviously deepened. She stood up without hesitation, walked to Wen Lin's side, held her hand, and kissed the back of her hand with her head bowed.

"How did you come?"

Wen Lin approached and clasped Visia's hand behind her back. The smooth and delicate skin was in the palm of her hand. Wen Lin's thoughts moved slightly, and she lowered her head and said softly, "I came here when I missed you."

It was rare for Wen Lin to be so blunt, Weisia smiled and looked at her, a few touches of rich gold flashed in the depths of her pupils.

The ministers in the Privy Council were the first to greet her, and Weisia always stood by Wen Lin's side, mostly saying nice things.

Such a situation was very boring, so when the prelude to the next piece of music sounded, Visia decisively dragged Wen Lin onto the dance floor.

The two were dressed gorgeously, but not bulky, and a few elegant turns grabbed everyone's attention in an instant.

They danced gracefully to the string music of different speeds, and the exquisite palace lights fell on their skirts, outlining a slightly trembling streamer, swirling around, whispering, in the dim and gentle light, the overlapping shadows were hard to let go Indistinguishable.

This is a pair of extremely well-matched lovers, no one can deny it without conscience.

The surrounding crowd either exclaimed, envied, or explored, and they whispered softly.

"Queen Wen Lin's appearance doesn't seem to have changed from nine years ago, she's still so young and so beautiful."

"This is probably the appearance of being favored by God."

"Compared to being resurrected from the dead, not being old seems to be nothing."

"Everyone, let me remind you, it seems that many of the shops that you divided up belonged to Queen Wen Lin."

"So what, dear, everything has a price, and this is the royal family's reward for our surrender."

"..."

Everyone had different thoughts. At the climax of a certain piece of music, Visia and Wen Lin passed sideways. The moment their bodies touched, Wen Lin whispered,

"They're too noisy, shall we go to Yinhe Village?"

With a knowing smile, Visia put her arms around Wen Lin's waist when the organ finished the last note, "As you wish, my queen."

The people who originally wanted to get close to her immediately watched His Majesty Vicia take Wen Lin away in full view.

The moonlight condenses on the river surface, swaying with the sound of slapping water, creating a texture like broken gold.

The boat was always ready for the Queen's unexpected needs when she was traveling, so she waved off the accompanying attendants, and Vicia led Wen Lin onto the boat.

The sound of the water was soft, and Visia and Wen Lin leaned casually on the railing, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The wind blew the ends of their hair, and the two people's breaths entangled each other and flowed silently together.

"It's much quieter now," Visia rested her head on Wen Lin's shoulder, sniffing the light fragrance from her nose contentedly.

Wen Lin looked at her sideways. Even though the years had left traces on Visia's face, she still couldn't deny that when the queen showed tenderness and affection, she had a thrilling beauty.

Breathing stopped for a moment, Wen Lin suddenly said, "Your Majesty, it seems that you still owe me something?"

Visia glanced at her, brushed away her hair that was blown by the wind, her smile widened a little bit,

"Oh, what else do you want?"

The light and shadow on the river surface reflected in Wen Lin's eyes, deep and shallow, she looked at Visia quietly, a layer of soft light gradually bloomed on her face,

"Wedding, Vicia, a wedding that belongs to you and me."

Visia raised her head and blinked her eyes slowly. She was stunned for a while before she hooked Wen Lin's back of the neck, kissed deeply, and entangled gently.

"When do you want to hold it?"

"When the maple leaves turn red in autumn, I will personally design our wedding dress."

What Wen Lin said was very serious, which made Weissia feel very happy. The boredom at the banquet just now was swept away in an instant, even if there are still countless hardships waiting for them in the future, Weissia thought, as long as they can communicate with each other Accompanied, those seem to be nothing.

When the two arrived at Yinhe Village, there was only a pile of embers that had not been completely extinguished in front of the square in the village. It seemed that everyone in the village had already rested.

What surprised and moved Wen Lin was that maple trees were planted inside and outside the village, and the small villa that she originally designed was completely surrounded by a lush maple forest.

The same is true in Wang Tingli, maple trees are planted in the open space by the lake, and it must be Vicia's order without thinking carefully.

As for the reason, it was nothing more than a cluster of maple leaves that fell off that night.

While Wen Lin was moved, she was also full of distress. She calmly suppressed the growing warmth in her eyes, and led Weisia closer to the small villa.

Everything looked well taken care of, like Wen Lin had never left.

Wen Lin hugged Vicia, kissed and kissed, tossing and tossing until late at night, and they both stopped when they were exhausted.

They hugged each other and fell asleep in a daze, but before they fell asleep for a long time, Wen Lin began to break out in a cold sweat and babbled from time to time.

She dreamed of Vicia walking into the sea step by step. She stood on the shore and called her at the top of her lungs, trying to stop her.

And Visia in the dream didn't respond at all, and sank into the sea step by step.

Wen Lin rushed into the sea in a hurry, and was awakened from the nightmare in an instant by the icy waves.

Rubbing her dry eyes, Wen Lin stared at the candle in the corner in a daze for a while, then turned her head to look at Vicia who was fast asleep, and gently touched her temples.

Kong Luoluo's heart immediately settled down, it was just a nightmare.

The next day, both of them got up very early, and the Council of the Privy Council could not be late.

After rushing back to the royal court, Wen Lin sent Vicia to the entrance of the Council Hall as usual, but she was dragged into the Council Hall together by Vicia.

"Half of the throne under me is yours."

Viscia's attitude was very stubborn, Wen Lin struggled a few times without breaking free, and simply followed Viscia's wishes.

Visia will not hide from her the big and small political affairs that affect Golan, and she can also use this to see the reactions of ministers and congressmen.

There were two chairs at the top of the Privy Council that day, one for Vicia and the other for Wen Lin.

Every time the minister wanted to say something, he would be interrupted by Weisia sharply. They looked at each other and finally survived until the end of the meeting. Weissia didn't even give a chance, and walked away with Wen Lin.

Several ministers sighed and speculated about Weisia's true intentions.

Someone asked worriedly, "Does the Golan have two female monarchs at the same time?"

The others sighed one after another, and no one answered, but the guesses in their hearts were almost the same.

This is ridiculous, but there are female monarchs who marry female queens first, and they can't say anything to dissuade them for a while.

However, within a few days, the news of Wen Lin's regent spread like wildfire, causing an uproar in the city, and the tavern immediately made up the latest storyline.

Members of the upper and lower houses hardly stopped for a moment, taking turns to go to the royal court, trying to persuade Vicia to give Queen Wen Lin the rights.

"Your Majesty, she is your queen, not the monarch of the Golan."

"It's a joke. Even if she was a hero in the Golan, it doesn't mean she can manage a country well."

"With all due respect, your emotions have overwhelmed your reason."

"..."

There are countless words like this every day, and Weisia will not stop them from coming to see them, and will even patiently listen to them complaining about their dissatisfaction.

The members thought that there was hope for Visia to change her mind, but in fact Visia still went her own way and dealt with Wen Lin's government affairs with Wen Lin every day, with a firm attitude.

After a long time, there were no mistakes in government affairs. Under Vicia's intentional control, the vivid stories in the tavern all praised Wen Lin.

When the monarch centralizes power, overpowers theocracy, and overlords, many obstacles that were insurmountable before are nothing at this time.

Originally, Wen Lin just wanted to take the opportunity to observe the reactions of the ministers and congressmen, but when she started to actually deal with government affairs, she found it extremely cumbersome and labor-intensive.

Wanting Visia to relax, Wen Lin began to really help Visia deal with it.

As time went by, it became smoother and smoother, and every day the two got along became more and more fulfilling.

In a blink of an eye, Fenglin gradually began to be stained with crimson clouds, and Wen Lin began to be absent from the meetings of the Privy Council frequently.

After hearing the news, the councilors speculated whether His Majesty Vicia also felt something was wrong.

But before they had time to be happy, they were told that it was because Wen Lin was preparing for her wedding with Her Majesty Vicia and had no time.

Gradually, under the cold treatment of Vicia and Wen Lin, no one mentioned this matter anymore.

When this incident was introduced to other countries, they all held a contemptuous and sneering attitude, and there were many people who bad-mouthed Golan, but they were all disappointed. Faster.

They were slapped several times loudly by the facts.

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The preview of the next chapter, the wedding of the two kings, and I still owe a swastika, I will return it to you the day after tomorrow, if there are no accidents, I will return it to you the day after tomorrow~

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Jing Que, the only daughter of Jing's Consortium and the current CEO of Jing's, is a legendary business giant in City A.

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