Queen and Her Duke

The Fondance slum area gathers the lowest groups in the entire royal city.

Wen Lin's promise made their anger disappear, and hesitation and deep desire collided between them.

Is it really possible for a decaying swamp full of stench and filth to be favored by the light?

The winter sunlight was diluted in the gray clouds, and scattered on Wen Lin's body, but the radiance dyed on her body was particularly conspicuous.

Like a sharp blade, it cuts firmly into all the darkness.

Someone knelt down tremblingly, followed by the second, third, and fourth...

They knelt down at Wen Lin's feet, bent down deeply, and pressed their foreheads on the dirty ground,

"Please save us, please raise the banner to break free from misery, please lead us to build a fortress against misfortune,"

The sudden change made the unruly people in the crowd nowhere to hide. They looked at the crowd kneeling one after another, and in a hurry, about [-] people withdrew from the crowd in a hurry and fled.

Hanfus, who was always vigilantly watching the situation, reacted immediately, and the armored guards quickly chased after him.

Hanfus stood outside the crowd, his pupils clearly reflected Wen Lin who was accepting the kowtow of everyone.

The chaotic and dangerous situation did not appear as expected, and the kneeling crowd surrounded her.

The robe fluttered and rolled up, clinging to her thin and thin body, as if it had been melted together with the shimmering light to form a majestic figure standing shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

The scene at this moment seemed familiar to Humphreys. He remembered the day Her Majesty Vicia was judged by the Holy Court, and she was like this now, an indestructible rose tempered from the fire.

A sentence that Wen Lin said at the banquet suddenly exploded in Humphers' mind, "I am their destiny."

At this moment, Hanvers seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Wen Lin looked around the crowd calmly all the time. As she walked forward, the crowd automatically separated towards the two sides.

Walking back to Hanvers, Wen Lin handed the stack of detailed documents left by Father Carson to Hanvers, whispered something in his ear, and at the same time said something to the attendant behind him.

That night, plenty of bread, hot water, a change of clothes, and alcohol were brought into the Fontanes slum.

According to the information left by Father Carson and Wen Lin's order, Humphreys divided the people into two groups, one group was taken to the country manor in Wangjiao, and the other group stayed in Fontes Abbey for the time being.

Seeing more and more people being taken away, those who were left behind became uneasy.

Someone asked in a rough voice, "Why can they be taken away, and we will be left behind,"

Humphreys glanced at the sound. The man who spoke was a man with obvious resentment. He couldn't hide the evil spirit all over his body. Compared with the person who was taken away, he was obviously much stronger.

The resentment of others around them was less obvious, but they also showed obvious dissatisfaction.

Hanvers' eyes suddenly turned cold. Those who were not taken away were not recorded by Father Carson, and the others were all grateful after eating the food.

They were the only ones who showed resentment, especially the few people who were left behind. Hanfus had an impression of them. At that time, they knelt down reluctantly, and the behavior of staying seemed more like an ulterior motive .

Hanfus, who was known for his ruthless methods, ignored them, and instead ordered the guards to strengthen their guards to avoid any trouble.

At this time, Wen Lin was riding a horse around the slums of Fountains. To be honest, the location of Fountains Abbey is not bad. Wen Lin imagined that it would be like Yinhe Village, tear it down and rebuild it, and build a new business district.

The commercial development of Golan is slow and backward, and the shops in the center of Wangcheng lack planning, are overcrowded, and appear to be very chaotic.

Wen Lin carefully planned how to promote the development of Golan's business. When Wen Lin unknowingly returned to the slums, a familiar carriage came into view.

It was Wang Ting's carriage, and the familiar maids were standing on both sides of the carriage.

Wen Lin dismounted and walked to the car window, calling softly, "Your Majesty Vicia,"

"Your Excellency, get in the carriage," there was an immediate response from the carriage.

Wen Lin's frowning brows were immediately stained with a thin layer of smile. Before getting into the carriage, Wen Lin stopped suddenly, frowning and looking at the dirty cloak on her body.

Standing on the spot and taking off the cloak, Wen Lin bent down and entered the carriage in satisfaction.

Today is a rare sunny day in the Golan in winter, but at night, the temperature dropped sharply and it was still freezing.

Seeing Wen Lin coming in wearing a thin jacket, the smile on Visia's face suddenly faded a little.

A small wooden table was set up in the carriage, and a food box was placed on the table.

No need to ask Wen Lin, she knew it was prepared for herself, and her heart was full of joy, but at the same time, she was a little cautious and cramped.

Sitting down on the other side, Wen Lin didn't notice Visia's uneasy emotions at all. Seeing that Visia didn't speak, she stretched out her hand to open the food box.

Two bright oil lamps were burning in the carriage. As soon as Wen Lin moved, Visia saw her hands that were frozen red.

Taking a closer look, Wen Lin's cheeks were also red from the cold.

Weisia frowned, and slapped Wen Lin's hand away. When Wen Lin was puzzled, she reached out and took off the thick cloak she was wearing.

"Put on the cloak first," said the tone flatly, still unable to hide the meaning of concern.

Staring at the cloak in Vicia's hand for a while, Wen Lin's curved eyes were full of rippling smiles, she waved her hand,

"Vicia, I'm not cold, hurry up and put on yourself," Wen Lin said with a hint of urging.

Wen Lin didn't think there was anything wrong. She practiced ancient martial arts and had a strong body. She didn't feel cold. On the contrary, Weisia's delicate body sometimes had to deal with government affairs day and night, which was more worth worrying about.

Visia stopped talking, and looked at Wen Lin with deep eyes.

As soon as the carriage fell silent, each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

Feeling flustered for no reason, Wen Lin explained

He said, "Your Majesty, I am not cold,"

Because of Wen Lin's initiative to explain, Weisia's cold expression eased a little, but when she reached out to touch Wen Lin's cold fingers, her face became more ugly, and she said, "Your Excellency, sit next to me,"

The two of them had done more intimate moves, and Wen Lin took advantage of Vicia's fingers and sat down beside Vicia.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, Visia hugged Wen Lin in a very strong posture, and then wrapped her tightly with a cloak.

When the skin touches, there is a sense of warmth.

Visia didn't let go immediately, Wen Lin froze for a moment, then her tight shoulders relaxed slowly, leaning into Visia's arms with strength.

Feeling the temperature gradually rising in her arms, Vicia bent the corners of her lips, such an intimate snuggle, even if she didn't do anything, it was satisfying.

Wen Lin's body is very soft and comfortable to hold, especially when it is displayed in front of his eyes in an extremely soft posture, smelling the faint fragrance from Wen Lin's body, the unspeakable sense of satisfaction will make Vicia's heart ache. Filled to the brim.

Kissed Wen Lin's forehead, fingers slipped from the end of her eyes, and rubbed downwards little by little, until Wen Lin's hands and cheeks were warmed up, Weisia let her go.

The slightly hoarse voice revealed the restraint that was already emotional, "Your Excellency, let's eat first,"

In the food box were still steaming chicken soup, bread, and a few pieces of fried fish that Wen Lin usually likes to eat.

Smelling the aroma of food, Wen Lin belatedly realized that she hadn't eaten.

Feeling a little empty in her stomach, Wen Lin didn't hold back, and immediately started to fill her stomach.

Wen Lin took out the letter that had been kept in her sleeve and put it aside.

As soon as Visia lowered her eyes, she could clearly see the words on the envelope, her eyes trembled suddenly, but her expression was still unpredictable and calm.

After Wen Lin finished eating, the maid came in to take away the things, Visia picked up the letter on the side as if unintentionally, and asked quietly,

"Is this a letter from Father Carson?"

"Yes, and some information about the Fountains ghetto,"

The window was opened a crack to let in the air, facing the cold wind, Wen Lin's expression was a little dignified, "Father Carson was killed, it must have something to do with my meeting him,"

Whenever Wen Lin's life experience was mentioned, the atmosphere would become dull.

Wen Lin talked about her guess, and mentioned the plan of Fangtingsi slum area by the way. Visia observed every slight change on Wen Lin's face without any trace, not letting go of any strangeness.

It looked like Wen Lin didn't know about that yet.

Turning her gaze back to the unopened letter, Vicia's eyes flashed a fleeting coldness. What will Carson write in the letter?Will she tell Wen Lin all the so-called truth?

At some point, the fingers of the two were tightly clasped together. When Visia lost her mind, she unconsciously exerted force.

Wen Lin sensed Vicia's absent-mindedness, and asked worriedly, "Your Majesty is tired?"

It was getting late, and the number of government affairs that needed to be dealt with during this period began to increase again. Visia often had to make up for the time spent going out of the palace during the day at night.

Thinking of Weisia's lack of adequate sleep time, Wen Lin hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your Majesty, if you have to leave the palace in person in the future, just ask the attendant to bring it over."

The two have a common bad problem, that is, when they concentrate on dealing with problems, they often forget to eat and sleep because they are too focused.

Visia has Mrs. Yaz paying attention all the time, but Wen Lin is much more casual.

Wen Lin will care about Visia's diet and sleep, and Visia will naturally care about her.

Wen Lin thought that it would be too perfunctory to use the words that she would take good care of herself as an excuse, so she turned to say that in times like this in the future, other people can bring food over.

Visia, who came back to her senses, smiled faintly. She met Wen Lin's eyes, and a warmth flowed from her heart.

"My lord, I just wanted to see you,"

The obvious love is obvious.

Wen Lin felt happy and shy at the same time expressing her miss so bluntly. She couldn't help but start to reflect on whether she had neglected Visia's feelings too much.

For example, she often took the initiative to go out of the palace to find herself, and she would not go to the royal court easily if she had something important to do.

Obviously Visia had long ago given herself the right to enter and leave the royal court at any time.

Now that the two have made their relationship clear, maybe she should take the initiative in the future, Wen Lin thought so, and leaned forward to touch Vicia's lips,

"Your Majesty, I will often enter the palace in the future,"

After quietly looking at Wen Lin for a moment, Visia had a strong smile at the end of her eyes, and she calmed down, "Okay, I'll wait,"

The heart jumped suddenly, wrapped in a sweet breath.

After cuddling each other and sitting quietly for a while, Wen Lin reckoned that the time could not be delayed any longer, "Your Majesty, I should go,"

Smile and nod.

When Wen Lin was about to take the letter from the corner of her eye, Weisia narrowed her eyes and picked it up first.

The author has something to say: Wei: I just want to see you (and want to fuck you)

Wen: Then I deliver it to my door?