Queen and Her Duke

Weisia pursed her lips lightly, with a serious and deep expression as if she was sitting in the council hall and reading official documents.

A ray of night wind blew in, slightly fluttering Wen Lin's robe.

She moved her lips, but said nothing. The sharp whistling sound rang in Wen Lin's ears, causing her mind to go blank for a moment.

For a while, various situations that might arise after her identity was revealed flashed through her mind. Just as she was gathering her mind and thinking about how to deal with it, Visia had already stepped forward with a frown.

Holding Wen Lin's hand, it was icy cold, and Weisia's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Bessie, Namer, go prepare hot water and bathe Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Vicia's voice carried an indifferent and majestic aura, and she pushed Wen Lin into the bathroom without question.

After taking a bath absent-mindedly, after Wen Lin came out, Bessie and Namaner silently brought Wen Lin to the bedroom in the East Hall.

On the way, he carefully reminded Wen Lin, "Your Majesty Wen Lin, His Majesty doesn't look very happy,"

After pondering for a while, Wen Lin asked Bessie to quickly fetch the painting from the front hall.

Wen Lin carefully put away Mrs. Guinevere's portrait with her own hands, and then Wen Lin started to change her pace and walked to her bedroom.

Pausing in front of the door and hesitating for a long time, Wen Lin couldn't stop thinking why Visia came to her mansion without warning tonight.

And the painting on the table, did she open it to see it?

Taking a deep breath, Wen Lin knocked on the door and walked in.

Weisia was sitting sideways at the desk, holding the lightning rod blueprint drawn by Wen Lin and looking at it carefully.

Seeing Wen Lin come in, Visia frowned unconsciously, her tone quietly became severe,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, can you tell me what you did in the afternoon? Why did you put yourself in such a mess?"

The concern in the stern tone was very obvious. Wen Lin didn't realize it for a while, and subconsciously said, "Train the knights who go to sea,"

Looking at the back of Wen Lin's blood-stained hand, Visia suddenly stood up, approached step by step, and retorted,

"Your Excellency, I have never seen anyone put themselves in such a mess during training,"

Thoughts were very chaotic, Wen Lin simply closed her mouth, Visia didn't ask about the oil painting, it seems that she didn't look at it, Wen Lin's heart has quietly let go of more than half.

A silent attitude is more irritating, but there is nothing you can do about it.

Weisia stepped forward to hold Wen Lin's hand as if in compromise, and sat down at the desk together.

On the leftmost side of the desk is the medicine box that Wen Lin prepared for herself, which contains all kinds of wound medicines that are commonly used.

Weisia accurately took out the alcohol and the anti-inflammatory and analgesic ointment, and gently pushed them away on the back of Wen Lin's hand.

Subconsciously, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but Weisia suddenly exerted force and clenched Wen Lin's fingers tightly.

"Don't move," there was a force that could not be refused.

The slightly cool fingers were gradually invaded by the warm temperature, and the air gradually heated up in the silent atmosphere, first the fingers, then the limbs, and finally merged into a warm current and poured into Wen Lin's heart.

She lowered her eyes and quietly looked at Visia's beautiful side face, and her disturbed heart miraculously calmed down at this moment.

After coming out of the church, Wen Lin could clearly feel that her emotions were not right, and often when there was no way to relieve her boredom, Wen Lin would take a more extreme way to vent, such as finding someone to fight with each other, or extreme sports.

Whenever she is in a dying situation, she can free herself from the suppressed negative emotions faster.

Although she had thought about the training in the afternoon, Wen Lin did deliberately put herself in danger several times, and the injuries on her body were scratched at that time.

In Wen Lin's memory, she started to perform missions at a very young age.

One of the missions she remembers most in her childhood was pretending to be the lost daughter of a rich man.

They really regarded themselves as their own daughters, and that was the first time Wen Lin felt like having a family.

Warm and bright, like the sun in the cold winter.

After the task is completed, Wen Lin often thinks, what about her father and mother?Why is she different from other children.

When she got older, Wen Lin no longer struggled with this problem, and she regarded herself as an orphan without father or mother.

But coming here suddenly forced her to explore her life experience step by step.

When seeing Guinevere's portrait, Wen Lin was so sad that she couldn't help crying for a few moments.

The word mother seems to be very far away to her, but today it just appeared so unexpectedly.

Weissia kept paying attention to Wen Lin from the corner of her eye. Seeing Wen Lin's distraught look, there was a flash of inquiry and worry in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand to caress Wen Lin's back of the neck, her tone was extremely gentle, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, tell me, what happened?"

Realizing that Visia had noticed something, Wen Lin suddenly turned her face away, hiding the daze that was too late to put away.

"Nothing, Your Majesty,"

After a pause, Wen Lin asked in a pretentious manner, "Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"

Visia was a little annoyed and at a loss. Such a Wen Lin who completely resisted her made her feel strange. She thought about it, didn't continue to ask, and turned to say,

"Bishop Lucchese has come to see me,"

Wen Lin raised her eyes suddenly, "Why did Lucches come to see you?"

Keenly aware of Wen Lin's panic when she heard Lucchese, Visia stared at the composure on Wen Lin's face, and said slowly,

"He came to me and talked about the trial of the Holy See. From what he said, it seemed that he wanted to betray the royal family,"

After a long silence, Wen Lin said, "Your Majesty, this is a good thing."

Visia stretched out her hand, held Wen Lin's face, and said in a firm tone, "Wen Lin, it has something to do with you,"

There is no way to refute, but to maintain

silent.

Weisia didn't ask any more questions, but quietly held Wen Lin's hand, rubbing her wrist with an inexplicable expression.

A little itchy, Wen Lin's eyes trembled accordingly.

When it was late at night, Weisia had no intention of leaving. She stood up and pulled Wen Lin to the bed.

Her eyes paused for a moment between Wen Lin's tired eyes, and Visia immediately unbuttoned her robe,

"Your Excellency, it's time to rest,"

Breathing stagnant for a moment, after realizing what Visia wanted to do, Wen Lin said in a daze, "Your Majesty, you should go back to the royal court,"

Visia smiled indifferently, "It's too late, is Your Excellency Wen Lin going to drive me away?"

His cheeks suddenly became hot, followed by his whole body began to tense up.

The two had slept in the same bed before, but that happened for a reason, how can it be...

Stubbornly standing beside the bed, Wen Lin insisted, "Your Majesty, I will send you back to the royal court,"

Holding Wen Lin's waist, Visia pushed her down on the bed without hesitation, before Wen Lin had no time to react, she fell on top of her.

Wen Lin's tired and chaotic thoughts were not enough to parry Vicia.

The two thin lips touched lightly, a little soft and a little cold.

The blood all over his body rushed to his cheeks with a clear thumping sound under his ribs, surging violently.The heat rose violently, accompanied by bursts of itching that penetrated into the limbs and bones.

Wen Lin's whole body was stiff and she didn't dare to move. She blinked her eyes with difficulty, and her breathing was disordered.

Seeing Wen Lin's stone-like blank reaction, Visia helplessly kissed her on the cheek, and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency, do you want to send me back to the royal court?"

A hand on one side penetrated into Wen Lin's tight waist, with a bright and threatening meaning.

Wear Vicia red.With Guo Guo's gaze, Wen Lin's heart beat faster and faster, she raised her hand to cover her eyes, her voice was slightly hoarse,

"Your Majesty, you sleep on the other side,"

With a successful chuckle, Visia did not get up immediately, but patiently brushed away Wen Lin's long hair piled on her neck, and then smoothed Wen Lin's wrinkled neckline little by little. Under the neckline, there was a dazzling white .

The place Visia touched was itchy, Wen Lin couldn't hold it back, and took a light breath.

This torment stopped just before Wen Lin's will collapsed.

She immediately stood up, took off her cloak, quickly rolled into the quilt, buried herself deeply in the pillow, and turned her back to Vicia, Wen Lin felt better.

Sanzhi struggled out of the distracted atmosphere, Wen Lin curled herself up, and wanted to ask Visia what she meant, but held back in her stomach the moment before she blurted out.

There was a sense of collapse as someone laying down gently behind him, followed by a long silence.

Wen Lin didn't feel tired at all. She looked at the night outside the window soberly, her mind was in a mess and it was hard to calm down.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from behind, a hand wrapped around Wen Lin's waist, and brought her back.

Wen Lin instinctively moved forward to dodge, but the people behind her pushed forward.

The warm breath came from the back of her neck, and Wen Lin trembled suddenly. She tried her best to restrain herself and asked aloud,

"Your Majesty, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to kiss you," Vicia's answer was unexpectedly firm, and the strength in her hand gradually increased, making it difficult for Wen Lin to breathe for a while.

"Are you crazy? Vicia, we are all women,"

"Wen Lin, your body is far more honest than your mouth. You have to admit that you love me. Are you going to restrict yourself to a ridiculous gender?"

Visia's voice was very soft and slow, as if her thoughts could not be hidden in her eyes.

A faint hazy light welled up in her eyes, Wen Lin bit her lips tightly and said nothing more.

Her mind was so messed up that she had no room for thinking.

After a long time, Weisia sighed softly, and she forced Wen Lin to face her.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I never thought that I would limit myself to the relationship between monarch and minister. I wanted to have a closer relationship with you a long time ago,"

Weisia slowly moved closer to Wen Lin, and kissed the water from the end of her eyes pitifully.

"You don't need to answer me immediately, we still have a long time, enough for you to understand your mind,"

Breathing heavily, Wen Lin closed her eyes weakly.

She retracted herself into the quilt, and the muffled voice came through the quilt,

"Your Majesty Vicia, I don't know, don't force me,"

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