Queen and Her Duke

"Me?" Weisia's tone was rarely hesitant.

She pinched Wen Lin's chin and faced her so that she could see Wen Lin's expression more clearly.

The delicate face was covered with cold sweat due to the pain, and the blue and black around the eye sockets revealed the exhaustion she had tried to hide. The calm and vigilant eyes made her look like a beast that was temporarily suppressed, ready to stop at any time. Might jump up and rip your throat out.

In the black eyes, there is only no emotion beyond the limit.

It was the same as in Vicia's memory, Wen Lin never showed any emotion beyond the limit, even if it was pure desire.Looking at her, she often looks at her unabashedly, her eyes are frank and pure admiration for all beautiful things.

This request is obviously a powerful counterattack to what she has done, Weisia thought so.

As the queen of Golan, Visia has always had many outstanding suitors around her. For the queen's favor, they would fight each other like fighting dogs, barking to show that they wanted to take the queen as their own. ambition.

But these people usually have ulterior political goals, and Visia watched them vying for favor and charm with cold eyes, and then unceremoniously used this precious wealth called chastity to achieve her goals.

Thinking of this, Visia felt a bit of hostility in her heart, she didn't want Wen Lin to become as arrogant and hypocritical as those people.

The slender fingers landed on Wen Lin's brow bone, then down, and finally pressed against the warm blood vessels on Wen Lin's neck.

"Your Excellency, it is not wise to reveal what you covet at an inappropriate time. I suggest you change the condition," Visia's plain words implied a warning.

Wen Lin stared at Visia blankly for a while, and finally said as if in compromise,

"Your Majesty, to bow your knees to the queen of a weak and small country, you must first offer enough benefits to make my heart beat,"

While Visia was in a daze, Wen Lin boldly opened her mouth and bit her fingertips on the side of her lips.

Forced like revenge.

The heart under the sternum was trembling, and the body froze the moment Wen Lin bit her finger.

The sharp pain successfully made Visia frown, and subconsciously exerted force on her hands, forcing Wen Lin to open her mouth.

Taking advantage of Wen Lin's opening, Weisia quickly pulled out her finger.

moist, hot...

It seemed that the bright water could still be seen on the fingertips, Visia lowered her eyelashes halfway, and put her hands under her wide sleeves.

All emotions subsided in a short time, Visia put her hand on the whip wound on Wen Lin's chest, and pressed down hard out of revenge.

The scrutinizing eyes fell on Wen Lin's face, without saying a word.

The smell of blood in the air became more and more intense, and the deliberately elongated silence drew out strands of indescribable ambiguity.

Wen Lin blinked triumphantly, and seemed a little aggressive, "Your Majesty, this is not a good place to negotiate. First of all, you can consider letting me out,"

The remaining energy is being exhausted rapidly, and the increasingly obvious dizziness is intertwined with the burning sensation of the wound on his body, which is very uncomfortable.

Wen Lin knew that if she didn't leave here, she might have to confess.

Her cheek was weakly attached to the back of Visia's hand, and her just-right show of weakness successfully made the queen notice Wen Lin's strangeness.

The cell door was reopened, and under the astonished eyes of all the attendants, Wen Lin, covered in blood, was embraced by the aloof queen.

An attendant wanted to step forward to take Wen Lin, but the suddenly tightened hands around her waist reminded Visia of the resistance of the person in her arms.

There was a slight smile on the normally majestic face in the dark, Visia waved off the attendants, supported Wen Lin, and walked steadily towards the outside of the prison.

He quickly helped him into the carriage and pushed him to one side, all in one go.

Inside the luxurious carriage is a cushion filled with goose down, but what makes Wen Lin want to cry is that the bumpy feeling from the carriage driving on the uneven road magnifies the discomfort of the body to the extreme.

On the other hand, Vicia's back was straight, her sitting posture was upright, and even the arc of her jaw was interpreting the elegance of the royal family.

Wen Lin stared at Visia for a long time, and the tearing sensation in her viscera prompted her to grab the life-saving straw next to her.

Exhausting her remaining strength, Wen Lin tightly wrapped her arms around the neck of the person beside her, and then rested her head on Visia's shoulders, instantly weakening most of the jolting sensation.

Wen Lin sighed comfortably, her thoughts were already frozen, and she had no time to think about whether this move would be pushed away, or whether it would anger Visia.

However, to Wen Lin's surprise, she arrived at her destination very safely—Wilhermint Royal Court.

Along the way, Visia's posture and expression didn't change much, only the hand on her knee dug deeply into the skin.

No one has ever dared to get close to her so presumptuously.

The heat on Wen Lin's skin seemed to ignite the air, and Weissia felt that it was getting hotter and hotter, even a little oxygen-deprived.

But she didn't hate this feeling.

After the carriage drove into the royal court unimpeded, Weisia hurriedly pushed Wen Lin away as if she had been stung.

At the same time, before Wen Lin came to her senses, she got out of the car first and resumed her meticulous and elegant demeanor.

When the car curtain was lifted again, what Wen Lin saw was the scene of Weisia whispering to several hurried officials with a serious expression on her face.

After a few words in a hurry, he left in a hurry, without paying any attention to himself during the whole process.

Wen Lin rolled her eyes, and kept silent knowingly, until she was locked in a small round room by the guards who accompanied her before.

As the door was locked and the surroundings became silent again, Wen Lin let out a weak gasp. The welts on her body were burning with pain, and the pain became more intense with a slight movement.

At the same time, Wen Lin's sanity was about to be overwhelmed by the feeling of exhaustion after relaxing.

What a cruel woman, Wen Lin cursed in a low voice.

After standing stiffly in place for a while, Wen Lin tried her best to move to the window and observed the surrounding environment by the moonlight.

The room was small, with a dilapidated wooden single bed in the middle, and a clean quilt on the bed.

Fortunately, the environment is very dry and well ventilated. Except for the bed, there is no extra debris in the whole room, which is much better than the humid and dirty environment in Kiata Tower.

Wen Lin has no obsession with cleanliness, but she is used to keeping her environment as clean and tidy as possible, which helps her restore energy.

Looking out through the window, Wen Lin had a rough idea of ​​where she was.

I should be imprisoned in a circular tower somewhere behind the royal court. The windows of the room are wide open. Looking down, it is about 30 meters above the ground. If ordinary people fall from here, they will either die or be disabled.

Although it was not difficult for Wen Lin, who was practicing ancient martial arts, to go down from here, but thinking of Vicia's endless tricks, Wen Lin gave up.

I don't know how many guards there are in the castle, and this is the royal capital of Golan. There are many troops stationed inside and outside the city. Wen Lin is not sure that she can escape the pursuit and escape back to the sea.

More importantly, her ship and subordinates are all in the palm of Vicia's hands.

Seeing Vicia's attitude, Wen Lin guessed that she should not worry about her own life for the time being.

After gulping down the broth brought by the maid, Wen Lin chose a more comfortable position, avoided the wound, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, dreamless all night.

As for the Whitehall where the Queen was, the lights were flickering and there were many figures.

Even in the middle of the night, there is no intention of quieting down.

Because of the Queen's assassination, the new aristocracy that supported the Queen seemed particularly passive.

Standing beside the queen is the representative of the new aristocratic faction, chief adviser and minister of state-Sir William Cecil.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't intensify the conflict with the church. We should learn a lesson from the assassination that put your life on the line not long ago,"

The worried expression made William look even older, and the gray mustache trembled, looking a little funny.

There is not a bunker that can resist the attack, the foreign enemies are eyeing, the dangerous and greedy Holy See, and the queen who may die in an assassination at any time, this makes the new nobles attached to Vicia very headache.

"William, if the price we pay can make us not be controlled by others, then there is nothing we can't try,"

"But do you really want to pin your hopes on a group of pirates? It has become a tradition for the Royal Guard to be suppressed by the holy knights of the Holy See. No one can easily change the rules of the game, even if you are the queen,"

William pointed out the problem sharply. In his opinion, the growing queen seemed to be overwhelmed and wanted to challenge the wolves.

Can no one change easily?Visia was silent for a while, then shook her head firmly, "No, you are all wrong, the people who live under the shadow of the old theocracy, the people, have lost the fighting spirit to resist, we can only use external forces to defeat the corrupt Holy See, "

The queen's tone sounded as decisive, determined and confident as ever, revealing an undeniable toughness.

The words of admonition were stuck in their throats, and the new nobles in the hall looked at each other, maintained a consistent silence and lowered their heads, "I hope she can do what Your Majesty wishes,"

"Back off,"

Gently pinching the bridge of her nose, Visia waved her hand, looking a little tired.

The conflict between the Catholic Church and the New State Church, the flood in the south, and the deterioration of diplomatic relations with Sistine, and at the same time guard against the collusion of the old aristocrats with evil intentions and foreign enemies, these urgent issues disturbed Vicia. Distraught.

The sound of neat footsteps faded away like the tide, and the White Hall soon returned to an empty and silent appearance.

Visia squinted her eyes and leaned on the throne, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

Antoine led a group of female officials to step forward at the right time to help the queen remove her makeup and dress, and press the acupuncture points of her body with the most comfortable force to relieve fatigue.

In her impression, the queen hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and she rarely showed her extra emotions in private.

The female attendants who followed the queen were all cautious.

Before going to bed, Vicia suddenly asked, "How is Wen Lin?"

"Your Majesty, she fell asleep soon, and the whips have not had time to deal with it,"

"Take care of the whiplash tomorrow morning, and then bring her to see me,"

The tone was indifferent, as natural as every time Visia gave orders.

Antoine complied, and couldn't help but recall the queen's many outrageous actions when facing the pirate tonight.

After serving the Queen's bedtime, Antoine specially went to Bessie and Namanel, and asked them to be respectful and careful when serving Wen Lin tomorrow.

In the Golan, no one likes a vile pirate who, by force, steals people's savings and insults weak women.

They have done a lot of evil, they have sinned to hell.

But in the same way, no one has ever seen a pirate as beautiful as Wen Lin, and no one has ever seen a pirate who can walk into the royal court of Golan alive.

Wen Lin is the only exception.

And special cases are often different.

As the queen's most trusted female servant, Antoine can always arrange things in an orderly manner in advance to avoid extra trouble.

Although Bessie and Namer were puzzled, they obediently listened to it. Antoine's warning was usually meant by the Queen.

This point, the attendants in the palace tacitly.

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Note: ^1 quoted from "Pirates of the Caribbean" by Zhang Qing