Queen and Her Duke

Visia stared at Wen Lin without blinking, and after being surprised, her meaningful gaze stayed briefly on her heaving chest.

"Your Excellency, you are worried about me,"

Wen Lin was taken aback for a moment. After a brief silence, she avoided Vicia's gaze and explained coldly, "If this continues, my act of saving you will become meaningless,"

In the quiet space, you can clearly hear each other's suppressed breathing, and the awkward and subtle breath floats between the breaths.

Suddenly reached out and held Wen Lin's hand, the warm temperature slipped into her fingers, Visia chuckled, "Your Excellency, I don't have much time left, I can only continue to act as if nothing happened. appear in the eyes of all people,"

That smile was like a precarious glow, a bit bitter, but hard to hide seriousness and concentration.

Countless people are still staring at her. The arrow that shot into the queen's chest is extremely dangerous.

Visia must completely dispel their doubts as soon as possible, and let them firmly believe that the queen's arrow wound was far from fatal, so that they can keep silent.

"Don't go,"

The flickering light was carefully hidden by Wen Lin when she lowered her eyes, and she threatened, "If they know that you are so indifferent to your injuries, then I think no matter whether it is your subjects or your enemies, they will all sit still. Uneasy."

Weisia frowned at her, but without the slightest anger of being provoked, she responded softly, "I won't go,"

For no reason, Wen Lin suddenly felt irritated by Visia's backing down. She and Visia needed to avoid these ambiguous moments.

Letting go of her hand, turning over and getting out of bed, Wen Lin went to the desk and sat down, lit an oil lamp, picked up a quill pen and began to write something quietly.

The shape of each herb was drawn on Wen Lin's fingertips, and the usage was written in Golan in the blank space below.

The tip of the pen rubbed against the parchment, and Visia's eyes were always quietly lingering beside Wen Lin, and something was quietly surging in the bottom of the unfathomable eyes.

The light became brighter in the silence, and the first ray of morning breeze penetrated through the half-opened window, accompanied by the refreshing smell of grass and trees.

Mrs. Yaz led the maids in on time to clean up. Seeing that Wen Lin and Vicia were both awake and ignoring each other, she guessed that Wen Lin and Vicia must have said something. After thinking about it, she deliberately Asked if the weather is fine today, should the two of you go out for a walk together.

During the half month of recuperation, neither of them had left the White House, and Wen Lin hadn't even stepped out of the bedroom.

Visia pretended to casually glanced at the stack of papers on the desk, and said casually, "Medical Officer Dort has transplanted a lot of medicinal herbs by the lake behind the castle. Your Excellency Wen Lin will go and see with me."

With so many maids present, Wen Lin certainly wouldn't say no. She just wanted to hand over the drawn manuscript to Dot, so she nodded accordingly.

This injury gave Wen Lin the idea of ​​training Dort. His talent in medicine was astonishing. He could even ask some key questions that should be paid attention to during the operation after only watching Wen Lin perform the surgery once.

Just in case I'm not around one day, someone can deal with a dangerous situation like this one.

A large area of ​​cultivated land has been reclaimed by the lake behind the castle, where flowers of various colors were originally planted to extract essential oils or make dried flowers to drive away odors.

But after Dot had verified the effects of medicinal herbs many times, he asked Vicia for instructions and changed all the flower fields into medicinal herb fields.

As soon as the breeze blows, a strong medicinal fragrance comes out.

Weisia walked in the front, Wen Lin followed her, and the two walked silently all the way to the cabin by the lake.

Walking halfway, Visia stopped suddenly, stretched out her hand and waved away the servants following behind, she turned around to look at Wen Lin, and said softly,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, come to me,"

Calm and indifferent eyes stared at Wen Lin quietly, slowly swaying gently like water waves, without the slightest sense of oppression, and the tone with a hint of intimacy was more like a gentle inquiry.

Facing Visia, who had lost all her edge, and seeing the faint smile in her eyes, Wen Lin looked away uncomfortably, and reminded,

"Your Majesty, I should abide by the etiquette between monarchs and ministers,"

Weisia didn't expect her to say such a sentence, her heart was a little stuffy, but there was a shallow curve on her lips, she approached Wen Lin, held her wrist hanging on one side,

"You can become friends with Bessie, Namaner, Dot, and even Lucchese. You have never been so reserved in front of them. Why can't I,"

Hidden under the quiet blue pupils is the stubbornness to investigate to the end.

Visia leaned forward slightly, and Wen Lin followed, keeping a distance that wasn't too close.

Turning her head stiffly, feeling guilty for no reason, Wen Lin coughed lightly,

"Your Majesty Vicia, you are the monarch of Golan, and you are different from everyone else,"

Her heart skipped a beat, a strong sense of sourness rushed into Visia's throat, and a strong sense of loneliness suddenly hit her.

She was firmly imprisoned on the throne of Golan, working with conspiracy, calculation, use, and blood all day long.

Everyone respects or fears her, but Wen Lin should be different, and she also hopes that Wen Lin is different.

Vicia had never seen half of the respect for secular power in Wen Lin's eyes, so this was undoubtedly a ridiculous excuse.

The long and narrow pupils reflected a glimmer of light in the sunlight, with a faint smile, Visia dragged Wen Lin towards her,

"Your Excellency, are you lying, or are you running away, for Lucchese?"

When Lucchese was mentioned inexplicably again, Wen Lin frowned, and asked in puzzlement, "What does this have to do with Lucchese?"

Fading away the irritability caused by mentioning Lucchese, Visia suddenly let go of her hand, took a few steps forward, and her voice sank,

"You admit it yourself, you are because of Lucchese

The bishop decided to enter Yinhe Village, and that night, I saw you talking intimately for a long time, "

Stunned in place, Wen Lin thought for a long time before she understood the meaning of Visia's words. Thinking of Visia's attitude of being far and near during this time, Wen Lin laughed dumbfounded, and her expression suddenly became lighter.

"I approached Bishop Lucchese purely to investigate some things, and there is no other reason other than that,"

"No falsehood,"

"none,"

Visia finally had a real smile on her face. She raised her lips, met Wen Lin's probing gaze, and said slowly, "It's my recklessness to speculate about the relationship between Your Excellency and Bishop Lucchese for no reason. "

Wen Lin nodded, taking it for granted that Vicia's hot and cold attitude during this period was due to a misunderstanding of her relationship with Lucchese.

Visia and the Archduke were at odds with each other, and it made sense to take precautions against herself because of Lucchese.

Thinking of this, the resentment accumulated in Wen Lin's heart immediately dissipated a lot.

The two continued to walk forward, and Wen Lin said suddenly, "I will remember what Your Majesty said, a pair of monarchs and ministers who can trust each other, or they can also be called friends,"

Rubbing her thumb back and forth on the knuckles of her index finger, Wen Lin looked at Visia's beautiful profile, feeling extremely confused, but restrained herself.

In the twenty years before coming to this world, Wen Lin's life can be described as rigid and dull.

Living in seclusion in the mountains, learning and practicing with the master, accepting tasks, and completing tasks, this cycle goes on and on, unchanged.

In terms of emotions, she has always been indifferent, or Wen Lin's life has determined that it is difficult for her to have an intimate relationship with other people.

And all of this changed subtly after meeting Visia.

Having never experienced such complicated and tangled emotions, Wen Lin was at a loss, clumsy, and at a loss.

For the first time, reason and emotion have an intractable conflict.

Wen Lin thought, maybe they can maintain this relationship for a longer period of time as friends and the relationship between monarch and minister.

A trace of inexplicable disappointment flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly concealed by Vicia. She raised her eyes and smiled,

"Your Excellency, I am looking forward to you who have fully entrusted me with trust,"

"Your Majesty, so do I,"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and their eyes were briefly entangled in the air. It seemed that it was not bad to be in such a comfortable and comfortable state now.

Dort saw Visia and Wen Lin pacing from afar, and he stepped forward to bow his knees in a flattered manner,

"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Wen Lin, good day,"

Visia smiled faintly, looked at Wen Lin, but did not speak.

Handing the drawn manuscript to Dot, Wen Lin turned her eyes to the herb field in the distance, "Perhaps many special medical officers will be interested in these,"

Wen Lin drew all the medicinal herbs she had seen in this world, and marked the usage and dosage in detail.

In addition, Wen Lin also added some herbs that might grow here according to Golan's climate.

Among them, the one that worried Wen Lin the most was Shutuohua, which could exert anesthesia effect.

Dot only flipped through it roughly, and found out the pattern of herbs that he had never seen before.

"Your Excellency, these herbs have strange effects, but I have never seen them before,"

Visia took one at random, thought for a while, and said, "Nobody knew the purpose of these herbs before, and it's normal if they haven't seen them before. The Royal Hunting Garden is next to a piece of lush land. Your Excellency Wen Lin, Maybe in half a month, we can go and see together, "

Indeed, as Vicia said, there are many medicinal herbs waiting to be discovered hidden in the wild, so we can only find time to find them.

Wen Lin, who responded casually, didn't notice that Visia's eyes were bent instantly. She watched Wen Lin who was talking seriously with Dort, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

By the way, Weisia was also listening to Wen Lin's more detailed introduction of the characteristics of each herb.

Weisia is a fast learner, and she even memorized all the patterns on Wen Lin's manuscript in one morning.

When the two returned, Visia frowned and asked softly, "Your Excellency learned all this from the Garden of Eden?"

Visia has read a lot of books, and she is curious about all the lands that she has never set foot on, especially when she discovered that the Garden of Eden that Wen Lin talked about is real.

Those blue pupils were filled with light of pure curiosity, Wen Lin evoked a soft smile, "Your Majesty, yes, I don't mind telling you everything you want to know,"

Laughter, faintly, is also like a breath of harmony between the two of them.

After a long time, Vicia said, "Your Excellency, first teach me the language in the Garden of Eden, and teach me to pronounce my and your names,"

"Vicia,"

"Wen Lin,"

……

Golan and Chinese are two completely different pronunciation systems. Vicia was very awkward at the beginning, and Wen Lin corrected her patiently and meticulously.

"Don't roll your tongue, straighten it naturally,"

"..."

"Wen Lin," Weisia suddenly pronounced Wen Lin's name standardly.

"Vicia," Wen Lin was taken aback, and called her name in Chinese.

As the sun fell, a layer of golden light was cast on the edges of the cheeks of the two of them. Wen Lin could not help but hold her breath and stare closely at Visia.

"Your Excellency, call me in the language of the Garden of Eden from now on,"

"Okay," Wen Lin agreed after hesitating for a moment.

A faint feeling, like the moonlight, like the dawn, like a quietly blooming rose, it is hard to refuse.

The author has something to say: Ah, it’s late, the sequelae of motion sickness are really uncomfortable~

I will strive to have a second update tomorrow~

Is this chapter sweet?

Wen: We are monarchs, ministers, and friends

Wei: Could it be a girl friend~