Queen and Her Duke

When the line of sight is drawn closer, the senses of the whole person will become more acute.

There was a smile in the corner of Wen Lin's eyes, the pupils were dark and serious, and the gentleness rippling like water waves flowed on her delicate and clean face with the wind.

Something seemed to be stirring in Visia's heart, she restrained and turned her head to signal, "Get on the horse."

One in front and one behind, ride together.

I went directly to Wen Lin's mansion. Weissia has no troublesome government affairs recently, and it is better to stay outside the palace than in the palace.

With the experience from last time, Bessie and Namer arranged everything in an orderly manner.

During the meal, Vicia deliberately mentioned Carson, the most respected old priest in Sol parish,

"He is the only old man left behind who once served Bishop Lumi, and he is also one of the few people who has seen Mrs. Guinevere with his own eyes,"

With a twitch of her fingertips, Wen Lin shifted her eyes slightly, and said calmly,

"Your Majesty came out of the palace just to tell me about this?"

Weisia was staring at Wen Lin thoughtfully, her blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it impossible for people to see her true intentions.

She took a sip of the milk and said lightly, "No,"

As for what it was for, Weisia didn't say any more.

Wen Lin didn't ask any further questions, she talked about the agreement with Lucches on her own,

"Before the Holy See trial began, Archbishop Lucchese made an agreement with me to ask me not to appear in the city of Bruns on the day of the trial. I guess his purpose is to let me avoid the five trial bishops who came all the way from the Sistine. ,"

After thinking for a while, Wen Lin continued, "Maybe some of those five people have seen Mrs. Guinevere."

Wen Lin's reaction was so rational and clear that Visia couldn't even detect any emotional fluctuations on her face.

But from the short look at each other, Visia keenly felt her resistance and evasion, she nodded, affirming Wen Lin's guess,

"Two of the five bishops were involved in the trial 20 years ago, you really should avoid them,"

In fact, even after 20 years, the Holy See has never given up on finding Wen Lin. Anyone who has seen Mrs. Guinevere or her portrait will find it hard not to connect them when they see Wen Lin again. .

What is it that makes the Holy See so persistent?What secrets does Wen Lin have?

Her gaze slid down Wen Lin's cheeks to the blurred outline of the fence in the distance, and an unpredictable dark light flashed faintly into Visia's eyes. She continued,

"Fortunately, there are very few people who have met Mrs. Gunnevere. She has only been to the royal city a few times, and she will wear a veil when she has to attend a banquet, so few people in Golan will contact you with Mrs. Gunnevere. together,"

As soon as Wen Lin appeared in Golan, she was given the identity of a guest from the far east.

Coupled with Weisia's heavy use of Wen Lin, even if someone doubts it, they will gradually dispel this idea.

If Wen Lin is really the sole heir of the Sutherland family, she should hate the Plantagenet royal family deeply.

Connecting everything together, Wen Lin was startled, as if from the very beginning, Vicia had prepared the groundwork for her to be the heir of the Sutherland family.

Her heart was flustered for a moment, but it was only for a moment. Wen Lin smiled and asked back, "Then should I appear in front of Father Carson, or should I not?"

The deliberately prolonged brisk ending eased the gradually tense atmosphere, and Visia leaned back, followed by a smile,

"Tomorrow you will go to the parish to see, and you will know the answer then,"

After dinner, the two went to take a bath with different thoughts.

Visia went first, and when Wen Lin finished washing and returned to the bedroom, Visia was already leaning on the bed. Seeing Wen Lin walking in, she waved with a smile.

Seeing Visia's natural expression, something seemed wrong, Wen Lin hesitated for a moment, walked over, and chose to sit on the other side of the bed far away.

Wen Lin's hair, which she hadn't had time to dry, was soaking wet, her eyes were black and bright, her neck was slightly raised, and her face was glowing with a seductive warmth.

As if waiting for someone to kiss.

Vicia concealed the deep meaning in her eyes, lowered her eyes to sort out the stack of deeds in front of her, and said calmly,

"Look, these are all the deeds of Sol Diocese that Lucchese gave me, including the brewery, granary, farmland, serfs belonging to the church... There are also many shops facing the street,"

It was a very thick stack. Even though she knew that the church was rich, Wen Lin felt that she underestimated them.

Moving a distance in Vicia's direction, Wen Lin reached out to pick up the stack of contracts, and accidentally touched Vicia's fingers.

Just as Wen Lin was about to withdraw her hand, Visia suddenly moved forward to hold Wen Lin's wrist, and pulled hard.

Unprepared, Wen Lin threw herself on Visia's waist. She struggled to sit up, but Visia pinned the back of her neck.

The force it landed on the back of her neck was not strong, but the cool touch made Wen Lin tremble immediately, and bursts of itching spread out immediately.

This felt very strange. Thinking of Visia's behavior in the bedroom last time, Wen Lin's ears turned red, and she felt uncomfortable.

Putting her hands on Visia's sides, Wen Lin let out a long breath, and tried her best to calmly call Visia, "Your Majesty,"

Wen Lin's head was hanging down all the time, Weisia couldn't see her expression, but unexpectedly found her red ears, and secretly laughed in her heart.

There was no response, Wen Lin wanted to back away cautiously, but Weisia pinched her hot earlobe the next moment.

With a soft cry, Wen Lin's heart beat faster, her fingers clenched the bed sheet under her body into deep folds, and she looked up at Vicia.

Under the candlelight, the blue pupils were filled with watery light, which faded away from the majestic edge, and instead showed a bit of charm and gentleness.

Wen Lin hurriedly looked away, closed her eyes, tried her best to hold her breath and rolled away to one side, pretending to be helpless.

Said, "Your Majesty, you shouldn't play tricks on me,"

The voice was very soft, a little hoarse that was obscured by the night.

Of the two people on the bed, one half-sitting and the other lying down, their shadows were reflected on the glass window, as if they were ambiguously entangled with each other.

Weisia caressed the ring on her left hand slowly, a pleasant chuckle escaped from her throat,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you are nervous, what are you afraid of, or what are you looking forward to?"

Wen Lin's thumb was constantly spinning on the knuckles of the bent index finger, and whenever he was nervous, he would unconsciously make this small movement.

The surrounding area was very quiet, so quiet that Wen Lin could clearly hear the deep meaning in Visia's words and her suppressed breathing.

Visia's voice was like a cluster of flames igniting dead grass, which made Wen Lin feel hot all over. The fingers hanging down one side were digging at the palm of her hand, her nails sank into the flesh, and several streaks of blood leaked out.

She turned her head to the other side, awkwardly and bluntly denying, "No, nothing,"

Not surprised by Wen Lin's answer, Visia smiled with a sense of loss, "Since there is no one, why are you hiding?"

Frowning tightly, there was no way to vent the restlessness in her heart. After a short silence, Wen Lin turned over and sat up suddenly, looking at the deed of Sol Parish to hide, but her mind was not on the deed at all.

Weisia didn't want to force her, she leaned against the pillow quietly, her slightly closed eyes properly covered the unobvious loneliness.

The thoughts in his mind gradually became clear, and the ambiguous atmosphere between the two began to fade away.

Wen Lin collected herself and asked suddenly, "Your Majesty, do you know what happened 20 years ago?"

Twenty years ago, Vicia was only five years old, a child who lost her mother and was imprisoned in Ampton Palace.

As soon as she asked, Wen Lin felt a little regretful, what could the five-year-old Weissia know.

Lifting the velvet quilt by her side, Visia patted the place on her side, speaking calmly, "You get under the quilt first,"

Still a little uncomfortable, but Wen Linsu was able to restrain herself, maintaining a calm face, and got into the quilt neatly.

Golan, which has entered winter, is getting colder every day. In just a short while, all the heat from Wen Lin's body has dissipated.

As soon as she got into the quilt, Visia felt the coldness coming from her side.

Wen Lin also realized that, she quietly moved to the side, and tightly tucked the quilt between the two of them.

Visia, who saw all of Wen Lin's little movements, raised her lips without showing any trace, and looked sideways at the deep night outside the window.

The window is facing the towering St. Margaret's Cathedral. The broken spire has been repaired, and the faint golden light on the spire can be seen from a distance.

Letting herself fall into the memory, Vicia began to slowly tell the story of the past,

"I once heard my mother say that Mrs. Guinevere is the most knowledgeable and gentle woman she has ever seen. My mother even praised her for being more tolerant and kind than Bishop Lumi,"

"Perhaps it is for this reason that Bishop Lu Mi did not hesitate to sentence her to the Holy See after she was persecuted to death by the Holy See,"

"But Mrs. Guinevere left very few traces. As for why she was targeted by the Holy See, there is no way to find out. Perhaps only Bishop Lumi and Lucchese know the answer,"

"They had already escaped from the royal court. The Duke of Sutherland was once the best fighter in Golan. Two years after he escaped from the royal capital, he became the well-deserved pirate king in the Dover sea area. With the help of pirates, They began to counter the Holy Court's pursuit,"

"But because of my mother..."

Having said that, Weisia stopped suddenly, she turned her head to look at Wen Lin, her elegant and delicate profile outlined a little sadness and guilt.

She lay down, turned her body sideways, and met Wen Lin's eyes.

"However, in order to save my mother, the Duke of Suthers and Mrs. Guinevere fell into a trap jointly designed by the Holy See and Henry VIII. The final result was as rumored. My mother was beheaded. They Sinking into the deep sea, the Holy See tried to go into the water to find their bones, but found nothing,"

Wen Lin listened quietly, Visia's voice was as gentle as the swirling night wind, but something seemed to quietly become heavy between the two of them.

There was a flicker in her eyes, Wen Lin kept silent, letting the moisture appear in her eyes, and then subsided, and so on.

"Wen Lin, Mrs. Guinevere loves you, you should call her mother," the dark night filled her eyes, Vicia's fingertips fell on the end of Wen Lin's eyes, and slowly wiped away the spots The water light that stubbornly refuses to fall.

Vicia had noticed long ago that whenever the Duke of Sutherland and Mrs. Guinevere were mentioned, Wen Lin always subconsciously showed a pretended indifference and indifference.

Wen Lin has been stubbornly referring to them as Mrs. Guinevere and the Duke of Sutherland.

But Visia could feel the sadness hidden by her, and she could feel it clearly.

Her heart hurts even more than Wen Lin's.

The author has something to say: Little Wen and the Queen lacked the love of their parents in their childhood, and they can empathize.