Queen and Her Duke

At noon, Vicia started to have a fever.

He used the hot water and alcohol prepared early in the morning to wipe her body in turn, and finally lowered the temperature before nightfall.

After paying out all the maids, Wen Lin poured some soup for Vicia, and checked her pulse, which was much calmer and stronger than last night.

Carefully cut off the gauze used for bandaging, and washed away the thick blood with alcohol.

No matter how lightly she moved, Visia was still trembling in pain. She groaned, opened her eyes, and subconsciously grabbed Wen Lin's sleeve.

Wen Lin, who was holding a needle and thread to sew, suddenly stopped.

The moment she opened her eyes, a sharp sense of oppression poured out from the bottom of Visia's eyes, and after seeing Wen Lin's face clearly, it all turned into soft and hazy water light.

Wen Lin picked up the cotton cloth and wiped off the cold sweat on her forehead and the water at the end of her eyes, a warm color appeared on her eyebrows, and she spoke soothingly,

"Your Majesty, there is one last step, please bear with it."

Wen Lin didn't expect Weisia to wake up halfway, and it was originally expected that she would wake up tomorrow night at the earliest.

While surprised by Visia's strong willpower, Wen Lin's eyes flashed with distress.

When the person was awake, the severe pain at the wound was even more unbearable, Visia clenched her teeth tightly, bent her lips hard,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I believe in you," the voice was very soft, almost silent.

After a moment of silence, Wen Lin lowered her eyes to hide her chaotic thoughts, and picked up the cloth strips to firmly fix Visia's limbs again.

Somewhat surprised, but Weisia didn't struggle, not only out of trust in Wen Lin, but also because she really didn't have the strength to struggle anymore.

After tearing off a small piece of cloth and covering Visia's eyes, Wen Lin began to concentrate on suturing the wound.

The wound was swollen very high, and the flesh was rolled away, which was especially terrifying on Visia's smooth and fair skin.

Gathering her mind, Wen Lin slammed down around the wound, and instantly Visia's body tensed up, letting out a suppressed moan of pain.

After absorbing the blood with cotton cloth, Wen Lin began to stitch up the wound patiently and meticulously.

Human skin is tense. Without sutures, wounds cannot heal or are difficult to heal, and due to the exposed mucous membranes, it is easy to cause infection. Sutures can effectively align and stop bleeding, and improve the speed and quality of wound healing [1].

Now countless pairs of bright or dark eyes are staring at the White House, Vicia's dangerous situation forced her to recover as soon as possible.

The needle and thread passed through the flesh, and Visia's painful muscles began to twist and convulse, but she endured it without any major struggle.

Knotting, disinfection, application of medicine, bandaging, all in one go.

After finishing all this, Wen Lin knelt down beside the bed, blood dripped from her fingertips into the basin filled with clean water, and spread quickly.

Wen Lin watched in a little daze, and the bloody smell at the tip of her nose seemed to be getting stronger.

From last night to now, Wen Lin didn't close her eyes for a moment. She quickly regained her composure, grabbed the edge of the bed tightly and stood up.

Taking off the cloth strips from Visia's limbs and eyes, Wen Lin said softly, "Your Majesty, it won't hurt like this anymore,"

Gently wiped away the red marks on Vicia's wrist with warm water, Wen Linfu lowered her head and blew gently.

Visia looked at Wen Lin's movements in a blur, and squeezed out a little smile. Under the weak and tired expression was firm determination, "Your Excellency, I am not afraid of pain, but I am not willing to die like this,"

With a sour arc drawn from dry lips, Wen Lin bent down and helped Visia up, took her into her arms, and fed her with the medicinal soup on the side,

"You won't die," said the indifferent tone, which could hardly conceal the certainty.

Leaning weakly in Wen Lin's arms, Visia's eyes flickered, and she grabbed her cuffs again with great effort.

At this time, Wen Lin was docile and considerate, and the rising temperature on her back was entwined with her fluctuating breathing. Weisia couldn't help but want to cling to her cold body even tighter.

After Vicia drank the medicinal soup, Wen Lin put her hand on her waist, and she was about to back away.

There was a slight pulling sensation in her hand, Wen Lin stopped her movements, and looked at Visia who was clutching her cuff,

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin called out in a low voice,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, stay here, I'm cold," Vicia's face could not conceal the weakness and exhaustion, she stared at Wen Lin's face, the blackness of Wen Lin's eyes was not obvious under the candlelight, but Vichy Ya could still see clearly.

Without refusing, Wen Lin sat down by the bed, held Visia's hand instead, and was about to leave after she fell asleep.

As if guessing what Wen Lin was thinking, Visia's gaze was fixed on Wen Lin's face,

"Your Excellency, come to bed,"

There was not much emotion on Weisia's face, and her hoarse voice was very soft, without the slightest hint of persecution.

She looked at Wen Lin quietly, waiting for her answer.

After a moment of astonishment, Wen Lin opened her lips and moved, feeling a little uneasy.

Visia's delicate and straight collarbone was slightly exposed under the dark velvet quilt, and her slender and fair neck was under her fluffy blond hair. The weakness after a serious injury concealed her usual coldness and toughness, leaving only a pitiful fragile feeling.

With sweat dripping from her palms, Wen Lin stood in front of the bed without moving.

Consciousness struggling in drowsiness, Visia's breathing suddenly became rapid, she used all her remaining strength to hook Wen Lin's fingers,

"Your Mightiness,"

It's like begging, and it's like urging.

Wen Lin let out a low sigh as if there was nothing, her lips hesitated to speak, and while hesitating, Wen Lin finally raised her hand and took off the coat on her body, and lay down on the other side of the bed.

The delicate cold temperature slipped quietly into Wen Lin's fingers, their hands were tightly clasped under the velvet quilt, Wen Lin's breathing couldn't help but sink.

When she looked sideways, Visia had fallen into a coma, but the touch of her palms made Wen Lin restless.

Before Wen Lin could react, her other hand had already landed on Wei Wei.

Between Xia's brows, she gently smoothed those fine creases.

Her mind was in a mess, Wen Lin seemed to have thought a lot at this moment, but when she calmed down and thought about it, it was blank again.

I couldn't refuse Weisia's intimacy, but my reason was pulling in my mind again.

She seemed to have fallen into the middle of the endless sea, and could only rise and fall with the waves.

Uneasy, Wen Lin fell asleep, but within half an hour, she suddenly woke up again.

Wen Lin breathed a sigh of relief when she checked the temperature on Weisia's forehead for the first time and found that there was no fever.

After carefully breaking away from Visia's hand, Wen Lin opened the door, motioned Yaz to go in and guard it, while she walked slowly to the front of the White House.

As long as you get through the remaining two days safely, you should be fine.

Compared with before, there were several times more knights guarding in front of the White House. Wen Lin wanted to go to the Junpton Palace to ask Tilia what happened, but was blocked by a spear at the door.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, under the orders of His Excellency Francis, no one can step out of the White House until His Majesty wakes up,"

I was already bored in my heart, and although the guards were doing their duty faithfully, the emotions that had been suppressed by Wen Lin urgently needed an outlet to vent.

The guard's actions were like a fuse. Wen Lin lowered her gaze, stepped forward with strange steps, and drew out the long sword from his waist.

The hand holding the sword hangs down slightly, an inch or so back, with her thumb raised upwards, Wen Lin looked at them with a blank expression and said, "Sword out,"

This is the etiquette of an invitation to a duel among knights.

The guards who can serve in the royal court have received systematic military training since childhood, and will be taught by the most powerful combat masters. They are the best in the country in terms of physical fitness and fighting, and they are also the guarantee of Visia's safety. .

They had almost never encountered such a contemptuous and provocative act like Wen Lin's, and it was hard to understand.

"Sword out," Wen Lin called out again, but remained silent.

Without extra patience, Wen Lin stepped forward with the sword in hand, pointing the tip at her throat.

Keng~Keng~Keng~

The guard who had to draw out his sword began to fight Wen Lin. After a while, the astonishment on the guard's face was gradually replaced by seriousness.

Swordsmanship, also known as the supreme art, chopping and stabbing are all exquisite techniques derived from geometry and mechanics. Every attack and defense is to end the opponent at the fastest speed at the most ingenious angle.

Before they entered the royal court, they had already experienced thousands of duels between life and death, and they had irreplaceable pride in their swordsmanship.

Wen Lin's move of only attacking but not defending, seemed to show pity for the weak, and the guard's fighting spirit was immediately aroused.

The moves in the hands of the two were so fast that there were almost afterimages, and in a turn, the blade lay across the guard's neck.

A very good fight that ended very quickly.

Wen Lin picked up the sword and pointed at dozens of people in a row, her calm expression was indifferent and arrogant,

"You guys, come together, don't tell me that this is the peak strength of the royal knights,"

As if returning to the scene in the arena that shocked everyone, the guards didn't dare to relax in the slightest. They drew out their swords and stabbed Wen Lin with the most solemn gesture.

This was a battle about dignity but without the slightest killing intent. Francis appeared in the distance at some point.

He watched Wen Lin jump up in a strange posture, then used her elbows and knees, and deftly shuttled among the besieging guards.

This scene seemed familiar to Francis.

The muffled beating of flesh and the clanging of weapons are especially clear in the silent night, and occasionally the crisp sound of bones can be heard.

Fast, fierce...

The swords in the hands of the guards were fast, but Wen Lin's movements were even faster. Her fist hit the hard armor, and as if she didn't feel pain, she quickly hooked her knees around the neck of the person behind her, forcing him to kneel down, and then turned around to hold the sword Greet several sword glows.

The guards watching turned from horror to deep respect. Their blood seemed to be ignited by this hearty battle, and the blood in their bodies rushed to the brain. It is hard to describe the extreme excitement and excitement.

They watched Wen Lin's every movement with both strength and skill intently, and they were deeply impressed by it, which was purely derived from the worship of force.

This is also the default rule among the guards. In irrelevant battles, kneeling to the strong will never be considered a shame.

And gender, at this moment, is irrelevant.

Supporting the ground with a sword, one of the guards was thrown high up by Wen Lin skillfully and hit the rest of them.

Gracefully retracting the sword, Wen Lin looked at them and said coldly, "However, it is not surprising that Her Majesty Vicia will be injured under your protection,"

The air suddenly became quiet. If it was said from other mouths, it would undoubtedly be a stupid provocation, but it was said from Wen Lin's mouth, which made them speechless and felt a little bit ashamed.

clap clap ~

The crisp applause broke the stiff atmosphere. Wen Lin turned around and saw that Francis was walking slowly.

"Your Excellency, now I no longer doubt your Majesty's choice. It is Golan's honor to appear here,"

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Xiao Wen: That's right, I'm just narrow-minded, I'm just getting angry!