Queen and Her Duke

Wen Lin didn't know how long she had stood behind the colonnade until her legs felt sore and a maid was walking towards the corner, and she suddenly came back to her senses.

After a few light jumps, Wen Lin disappeared behind the colonnade in an instant, and when she reappeared, she was already in Visia's bedroom.

Perhaps because of the hasty arrival of Prince Philip, the corridor outside the bedroom was empty.

Wen Lin pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom, put the soil specimen she brought against the corner of the table, and then sat down at the desk.

The two often share the same desk, so no matter who is in the room, they have prepared the paper and pens they need to use.

Wen Lin sat blankly for a while, pulled out a few blank sheets of paper, and picked up a quill pen to write down the different farming methods on different soil types, but the tip of the pen hung on the paper for a long time, slowly dripping out a mass of ink stains, Wen Lin didn't write a single word.

In the end, Wen Lin simply dropped the pen, raised her chin with one hand, and tapped rhythmically on the table with the other, staring at the thick night outside the window for a long time, lost in thought. There were no stars in the sky, and it was dark.

As time passed, the night became darker and darker, like a chaotic and cold sea tide rushing in, messing up Wen Lin's calm thoughts that were forcibly restrained.

There was no sound of Weisia's return from outside the door.

Wen Lin stood up suddenly, sat down again, and stared at the closed door motionlessly. It was not until it was light that there were rustling footsteps outside the door.

The door was pushed open, Visia leaned softly on Mrs. Yaz's body, her eyes were lightly closed, her blush cheeks looked drunk.

After moving her stiff body, Wen Lin stepped up, took Visia without saying a word, and then closed the door tightly.

The moment she saw Wen Lin, Mrs. Yaz froze in shock, allowing Wen Lin to take Vicia. She didn't react until she saw the door slamming shut in front of her.

Your Excellency Wen Lin waited all night in His Majesty's bedroom?

Recalling Wen Lin's gloomy eyes just now, Mrs. Yaz trembled for a moment, hesitated for a long time, then withdrew her hand from the doorknob, turned around and stood quietly in front of the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Visia opened her eyes, which were clear and not a little drunk.

She hugged Wen Lin's waist and let her whole body lean towards Wen Lin.

Holding the person firmly, Wen Lin half-lyed on the side of the bed with her arms around Visia.

Seeing Visia's exhausted look, Wen Lin's pent-up anger suddenly dissipated. She looked away, turned around, walked to the table and poured a glass of water, and then returned to the bed.

He mumbled, "Drink water."

Rubbing her fingers gently between her eyebrows, Visia took the water and drank it slowly, turned her body sideways, facing Wen Lin, "Your Excellency, how long have you been waiting in the bedroom?"

Visia's pupils and hair are both light golden, which complements her complexion like snow, as if covered with a layer of radiant brilliance.

Wen Lin felt her hands tremble slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I've only been here not long."

Quietly staring at Wen Lin, staring at the dark clouds accumulated in her pitch-black eyes, Visia laughed in a low voice with no meaning, grabbed Wen Lin's hand, and forced her to sit down beside her.

"Your Excellency, you will not lie, your hair is dry, your hands are cold, and you are wearing a long clean dress."

In the past, Wen Lin would only wear this outfit when she came to the White House to rest. If she came to the White House in the early morning, her clothes would not be so clean, and her hair would not be dry.

Wen Lin was against the light, and her face was hidden in the darkness. After being pierced by Vicia, her expression did not change much, and she was still indifferent.

The line of sight deliberately staggered from Visia seemed strange and distant.

For a long time, Wen Lin didn't answer the call.

Visia observed Wen Lin's expression, remained silent for a moment, increased the strength in her hand, and asked suddenly,

"When did you arrive at the White House last night and waited for me in the bedroom all night?"

The touch on the wrist was warm and soft, Wen Lin opened her lips, and forcibly endured the question that was about to blurt out.

Wen Lin didn't restrain herself until the soreness in her throat disappeared, "Where did Your Majesty go tonight? Why did you come back now?"

Visia glanced at her with gentle eyes, and said softly, "Deal with political affairs in the council hall."

This answer seemed to hit Wen Lin's sore spot. She shook off Visia's hand in a violent reaction, and asked after her chest heaved a few times, "Is Your Majesty really handling political affairs in the Council Hall?"

The anger and grievance suppressed in her heart were easily pulled out, Wen Lin bit her lip hard, trying to use the pain to force herself to stabilize her posture.

Wen Lin didn't understand, she wasn't completely ignorant of Weisia's forbearance and embarrassment, but why she deliberately concealed herself every time.

If this is the case every time, then they can always maintain the relationship between the monarch and his ministers, and what is the difference between the love in their hearts that has not been broken.

In other words, Visia has been using herself from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, Wen Lin evoked a self-deprecating smile, she was silent for a while, and finally asked out the doubts in her heart,

"Your Majesty Vicia, if I am just a humble, weak, ordinary woman who cannot be your support or satisfy your lofty political/political ambitions, will you still look at me? Even It's a glance."

Wen Lin's eyes seemed to have been swept by a storm, surging with the chaos of out-of-control pain. She stared at the two hands holding each other, and murmured,

"No, you won't."

There was deep astonishment in the blue eyes, and after a while, Visia leaned forward, raised her arms to wrap Wen Lin's shoulders, and slowly embraced her in her arms.

She scrutinized Wen Lin's expression carefully, her fingers wrapped around the hair hanging between their necks,

The focused gaze on Yu Wenlin's face seemed to be proving something.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you are afraid and angry because of Philip's arrival."

Weisia's voice was very slow and soft. She looked straight at Wen Lin, paying attention to every slight change in her expression.

The warm temperature invaded by itself, accompanied by a light fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine, Wen Lin looked down at the arms around her waist, countless complex emotions intertwined, impacting her remaining decency.

She met Vicia's eyes and said stubbornly, "Your Majesty, answer my question."

Wen Lin's tone was still cold, but she didn't show any signs of impatience. She looked at Visia and stubbornly waited for her answer.

The surroundings became quiet, Visia's eyes became extremely soft at a certain moment, she slowly lifted Wen Lin's chin, her eyes were at the same level as hers,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, there is no such assumption as you said. I am the monarch of Golan, and you are the sole heir of the Sutherland family. This is an identity and responsibility that none of us can escape."

After a pause, Weisia was still staring at Wen Lin intently. Suddenly, for a moment, she clearly saw Wen Lin's embarrassment and fragility.

Because of the embarrassment and fragility I brought to her.

It seemed to hear a clear cracking sound in the chest cavity, and the soreness and pain spread from the gap, but Weisia's face was still calm, her words were firm,

"Your Excellency, I remember that I said a long time ago that you are destined to meet me."

Time seemed to have paused, Wen Lin looked at Visia fixedly, at the hesitation and struggle in her eyes, and at the specious words she said after hesitating.

Wen Lin felt extremely tired instantly, she didn't want to ask any more questions, and she didn't want to add to the embarrassment.

Breathing stagnant, chest pain unbearable, Wen Lin avoided Visia's eyes in a little panic, and pushed her away firmly.

Standing up, Wen Lin stared at the floor under her feet, not daring to meet Visia's eyes, and tried her best to calm down, "Your Majesty, I should go."

After speaking, without giving Visia time to react, she lifted her legs and left.

Vicia's voice sounded behind her, Wen Lin pretended not to hear it, opened the door, and walked out without saying a word.

The steps are getting bigger and bigger, more and more urgent.

Mrs. Yaz's Lord Wen Lin hadn't had time to shout out, but Wen Lin had already walked away.

His Excellency Wen Lin's complexion was even uglier than before. Mrs. Yaz was worried, and hurried into the bedroom to check on Visia's situation.

I saw Weisia sitting on the edge of the bed with a disappointed expression, with a vaguely wry smile and helplessness remaining on her lips.

Mrs. Yaz stepped forward and shouted worriedly, "Your Majesty, do you want to sleep a little longer or prepare to wash up."

The sky was getting brighter, and because of Prince Philip's early arrival, the nerves of everyone in the royal court were tense, including Vicia.

Mrs. Yaz looked at Visia, her eyes filled with distress. After the banquet for Prince Philip last night, Her Majesty Visia hardly had a moment to breathe, and then discussed the political affairs with the ministers of the Privy Council all night. .

Unexpectedly, when she was finally able to rest, Her Excellency Wen Lin appeared again.

Thinking of the close relationship between Visia and Wen Lin, Mrs. Yaz suddenly had a headache. Mrs. Yaz could see Visia's only indulgence and concern for Wen Lin.

But now that Prince Philip is here, and will stay in the royal court as the Queen's fiancé, Mrs. Yaz began to worry about whether she would be able to bear it with Her Excellency Wen Lin's means and courage.

Wen Lin, who had a gloomy face this morning, seemed to have given a bad answer.

Under Mrs. Yaz's worried gaze, Visia jumped out of bed, put on her shoes and chased outside the door.

The maid waiting on the promenade saw the Queen who hadn't washed by like the wind, her eyes were surprised.

His Majesty has always appeared in front of people with a dignified and decent image, no matter how urgent the situation is, he will never forget to clean up.

But what happened today?

Along the way, Wen Lin walked towards the entrance of the Wang Ting with a blank expression. When she passed a corner, a biting cold wind rushed in, causing Wen Lin to tremble suddenly.

Wen Lin raised her hand to hold down the wall on one side, and stopped in her steps for a moment.

Her figure was slender and tall, and her long, smooth hair spread out like thick ink behind her. Even the simplest robe she wore could hardly conceal her natural and noble temperament.

Just at this moment, a few male voices came from behind the forest in front, speaking not in Golan, but upon careful listening, it was found to be Sistine's language.

Wen Lin frowned, and started to walk on another path to avoid them.

Unexpectedly, those people saw Wen Lin first, and shouted loudly, "Who, stop."

After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin stopped and turned to look at the people who were walking towards her.

Their faces were flushed, and the closer they got, the heavier the alcohol smell on their bodies. Wen Lin was about to explain her identity, but unexpectedly, a person rushed forward with blatant eyes.

"The woman in Golan is so beautiful, the maid in front of me is not inferior to the queen of Golan,"

The rest of the others laughed loudly and responded inarticulately,

"That's right, it's just a maid, and I'll go to the Queen of Golan to ask for it later, and bring it back to Sistine,"

Wen Lin's attire was really unremarkable. The long dresses of the maids in Wang Tingli were more delicate than hers, not to mention that Wen Lin didn't wear any jewelry today, and she also wore a sword or long knife around her waist.

The drunken people became more daring. Seeing Wen Lin dodge for the first time, they laughed more wantonly.

Unexpectedly, there would be such a scene in front of her, and there was a look of disgust in Wen Lin's eyes.

She turned to leave, but unexpectedly

Those people rushed forward one after another, and Wen Lin subconsciously raised her palm to repel them. Thinking of their frivolous tone when they mentioned Visia just now, Wen Lin felt even more disgusted, and the movements of her hands became more and more violent. Chill up.

There were only a few dull sounds in the air, and the people closest to Wen Lin curled up and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Although they were drunk, the remaining two or three people visibly flinched and stepped back one after another.

Wen Lin didn't intend to cause trouble at first, but she was beaten all the time, so it didn't make sense not to teach the rest of the people a lesson.

However, just as Wen Lin raised her hand, Vicia's angry voice suddenly sounded,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, what are you doing!"

The author has something to say: Once again, Amway reminds the little expert Yi Mengzhong Da Da, she is really cute, and the new article is also very cute "I became popular after being chased by the white moonlight"

As long as she is here, I should be less likely to stop changing. It is really painful and happy. I wanted to take a day off today.