Queen and Her Duke

Hanfus was born as a commoner and was responsible for collecting all information about government affairs. He was known for his ruthlessness and thoughtfulness.

Seeing Hanvers' evasive action, Visia let go of her hand, and got up from Wen Lin without changing her expression.

After brushing off the grass clippings on her body, Vicia asked softly, "Is there someone from the Holy See on board?"

"No," Humphrey lowered his voice slightly, and glanced at Wen Lin when he spoke.

Queen Tilia has only been on the throne for one year, and she is especially immature in the treacherous power struggle of Bo Yun.

In particular, she was a sick queen.

The Holy See is strong, but the royal power is weak.

During the sensitive period when the two countries were discussing marriage, Queen Tilia visited unexpectedly, and the deep meaning behind it can extend countless reveries.

"Go to the White House and don't forget to call Francis,"

Weisia thought for a moment, then her eyes fell back on Wen Lin, and the fleeting sarcasm fell into the thick shadow.

Wen Lin was still lying quietly on the grass.

The blanket that had been tightly wrapped was spread out in a mess at this moment, and the exquisite undulations in the night were half hidden.

Weisia frowned, took off the cloak on her body, raised her hand and threw it, covering Wen Lin's body accurately.

When vision is blocked, all other senses become extraordinarily sensitive.

The snow-white sable hair on the cloak gently fell on Wen Lin's eyelashes, cheeks, and neck, like a lover's gentle caress.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, and Wen Lin couldn't help holding her breath.

Listening carefully, the footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.

Suddenly turned over and sat up, Wen Lin took a deep breath, looking into the black eyes of the White House, confusion and doubt intertwined.

Why did Tilia come to Golan at this time?

And Vicia's unfathomable attitude and behavior.

Sitting silently by the campfire, Bessie and Namanel quickly ran over.

Bessie looked at the food that had been wiped out, and stuck out her tongue regretfully,

"Miss Wen Lin, it seems that next time I will have the chance to taste the delicacies of your hometown?"

Seeing Bessie's unscrupulous expression, Namanel couldn't help but patted her.

Bessie looked at the cloak on Wen Lin's body, shivered belatedly, and immediately became serious.

Seeing that Wen Lin didn't mean to blame, Namanel stepped forward and asked,

"The hot water is ready, do you need to go back to take a bath now?"

Through this period of getting along, Wen Lin learned that Bessie and Namaner were maids who had just entered the palace.

They all retain the innocence of girls.

Bessie is more lively, Namer is more cautious.

Seeing Bessie's trembling attitude, Wen Lin showed a dumbfounding expression on her face, "My dear Bessie and Namaner, you all handled the ingredients this time, and I only provided a serving of sauce , I will let the kitchen prepare another one later, you must try this delicacy, "

The two looked at each other, surprised and terrified at the same time, they said shyly, "Miss Wen Lin, you shouldn't bother about us,"

Shrugging her shoulders helplessly, Wen Lin took out a stick and pressed it out and said, "You don't have to be so restrained, as you know, I'm just a lowly pirate, we should be friends, shouldn't we?"

These words made Bessie and Namaner stunned in place, and they subconsciously shook their heads.

"No, Miss Wen Lin, you are a pirate now, but who knows what you will be in the near future? Just like Earl Hanvers, who was born in the impoverished West Shield District, but became a cabinet minister ,"

The bonfire was completely extinguished, and the oncoming river wind was chilly.

Wen Lin tightened the cloak on her body, and took the initiative to walk to Bessie and Namaner's side, her tone was lively, "But at least I am not yet, so those boring and rigid etiquette can be omitted for unnecessary occasions, two beautiful ladies , I look forward to becoming friends with you, "

This was a shocking remark. It wasn't until Wen Lin walked away that Bessie and Namaner recovered from the shock and hurriedly chased after her.

"Miss Wen Lin, are you really a strange person?"

"Then are you afraid of my strangeness?"

"Of course not,"

Bessie blushed a little, and her tone was a little hesitant. She looked at Wen Lin's gentle side face, and felt that she was extremely charming, even more charming than the noble ladies in the capital.

Although Namanel didn't say anything, a grateful light quickly flashed in his eyes.

Calmly taking the reactions of the two into her eyes, Wen Lin hooked her fingers under the cloak in a good mood.

In any country on the European continent, very few powerful officials and nobles would care about the lives or feelings of slave servants, let alone become friends.

The strict hierarchy restricts people into rules and regulations, and countless people at the bottom are rickety from birth to death.

For the current situation, as long as Wen Lin shows a little kindness and concern at the right time, it is not difficult to gain their favor and then take them back for her own use.

To them, Wen Lin thought that even though she was pretending, she couldn't hide her sincerity.

Vicia arranged for two people without a city to serve her, which is also thought-provoking.

Is it to let yourself relax your vigilance?Or is it because you are sure you can control yourself?

When it was time to take a bath, Wen Lin still didn't want to understand this question. Vicia's words tonight made Wen Lin realize that Queen Golan knew far more than she imagined.

Submerging her head in the water, Wen Lin forced herself to calm down in the heat, and then straighten out the layers of logic like peeling cocoons.

The moon hung high on the top of the emerald green tree canopy, and the branches and leaves swayed uncontrollably in the wind. In a trance, Wen Lin seemed to hear the sound of raging waves.

Tonight is bound to be a sleepless night.

Port Royal Harbor.

A large sailing ship with luxurious but majestic decoration is moored on the shore.

The guards on the deck are armed with pistols and muskets, and their sharp eyes warn the approaching of unruly people.

The turbulent waves rolled out foam and hit the hull of the ship together with the fierce sea wind.

Intermittent coughing sounds continued to be heard from the boat, Tilia clutched the quilt tightly, and the uncontrollable suffocation made her beautiful face distorted and fragile.

After suffering a round of illness, Tilia buried her sweaty face deeply into the side of Wormien's neck.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Ma'am, I'm so sad, am I going to see God soon?"

"You will be fine," the Duchess of Wormien hugged Tilia's shoulders, and she wiped off the cold sweat from Tilia's face with the prepared hot towel.

The movements are gentle and skilled, as if they have been done countless times, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that Mrs. Wormien's hands are shaking rapidly in a small range.

This time, Tilia's condition is more severe than ever before. If she doesn't get timely and effective treatment...

Thinking of this, Wormien felt a chill in his heart.

They had to take the opportunity of an envoy to find Wen Lin. The pills prepared by Wen Lin had suppressed the cough visibly with the naked eye, but Tilia's cough symptoms seemed to be more serious than before taking the medicine.

She took out a soft pillow and put it on Tilia's waist, then got up to bring a glass of warm water, and took out a delicate glass bottle from the secret obscura embedded in the bottom of the bed.

There were also a few dark colored pills in the bottle, which were surrounded by a transparent membrane.

Tilia's eyes followed Mrs. Wormien closely all the time, but she didn't dare to let her realize that under the calm and restrained eyes was already overflowing with love.

She carefully took the pill from Mrs. Wormien's hand, mixed it with warm water and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Ma'am, I heard that Golan's roses are the most delicate and beautiful on the continent of Europa. I want to give you one by myself,"

After touching Tilia's moist nape, Wormien breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she no longer coughed, and explained gently,

"Your Majesty, roses are used to express love, you cannot give them to me,"

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Deputy CP: Black-bellied Tilia vs Gentle Mrs. Wormien