Queen and Her Duke

Vicia's voice was a little anxious, and Wen Lin turned her head to look at her following the voice.

The long skirt was wrinkled, and the hair also looked very messy. There was a flash of light in Wen Lin's eyes, but it disappeared within a moment.

Looking at Wen Lin's silent eyes, Visia's eyelashes fluttered, and the stern aura around her body suddenly softened. She waved her hands at the attendants on both sides and said,

"Pick up the messengers and send them back to the room,"

Looking over, the envoys looked dazed and in a state of intoxication, and after a little thought, Weisia guessed that Wen Lin beat them because they were rude first.

Regardless of the envoys not saluting, Visia watched the attendants coldly dragging them away.

Swinging away the remaining attendants, when there were only two people left, Visia slowly walked towards Wen Lin.

Weisia reached out to hold Wen Lin's hand, Wen Lin didn't hide, but her eyes were still cold, like the dark sky, and she couldn't see any emotion inside.

The two were very close, and Weisia bumped into Wen Lin's deep eyes when she raised her eyes, feeling a little dazed in her heart.

The cold wind rolled up the skirts of the two, and the interlaced breaths in the cold air seemed more enthusiastic than usual.

After a long time, Weisia said slowly, "Your Excellency, I guess they were rude first, but their identities are different from those of the previous missions, so you..."

"Your Majesty, I won't blame you. I know what to do." Seeing Visia's hesitant expression, Wen Lin interrupted her, her heart constricted slightly, becoming increasingly embarrassing and slow Firmly poured into Wen Lin's heart.

She didn't want to listen to it any more, and it was just some comforting words that Vicia chose to let herself back down for Golan's benefit.

From Visia's standpoint, what she did was understandable.

Wen Lin held Visia's hand back, then slowly let go, and then stepped back a few steps,

"Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

The way Wen Lin spoke seemed extremely alienated, as if they had returned to the way they were just in the relationship between monarchs and ministers. Visia froze in place, unable to speak for a while.

After waiting for a while, Wen Lin saw Weisia who had been silent all the time, laughed at herself, turned and left without any regrets.

She was afraid that staying any longer would only put the two of them in a more embarrassing situation.

Visia stood where she was, watching Wen Lin's back fade out of sight, and then she slowly turned and walked back towards the White House.

The gait and demeanor are no different from usual.

Next, I had to clean up and eat, and then went to the Council Hall to deal with government affairs. The afternoon was arranged to meet with the Sistine Mission again.

After lunch, Visia only had a short time to rest, and her tense expression and demeanor were rarely relaxed.

After returning to the bedroom, Visia drove all the servants out, walked to the bookshelf and stretched out her hand abruptly, pushing all the books to the ground, making a loud and dull sound.

Mrs. Yaz, who was guarding the door, jumped her eyebrows and hurriedly opened the door. She saw the Queen standing motionless in front of the collapsed bookshelf. Her fluffy blond hair covered her face, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

"Your Majesty Vicia,"

"Get out," said the unabashedly anxious tone.

The queen's slender fingers tightly held the linen on the table, her back slightly bent, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Weisia clearly felt that what she had been deliberately not talking about was now unavoidably lying between her and Wen Lin.

She sat on that cold throne, constantly fighting with nobles, churches, and enemy countries, never daring to stop for a moment.

The flame called rights burned from her palm, but this fire was far from strong enough, not hot enough to allow her and Wen Lin to sleep peacefully in the cold night.

When she opened her eyes again, Visia's eyes fell on a few unfinished sketches on the ground, which were left by Wen Lin. They were related to her Garden of Eden, and they could also be brought to Golan and herself. something to help.

Visia's curled fingers moved, she squatted down, picked up the sketches one by one, and then smoothed and folded them carefully.

Visia didn't dare to think about how she would choose if she really had to choose to give up her relationship with Wen Lin, or even kill her, for Golan's benefit.

Weisia didn't have an answer in her heart. She suddenly hated herself, her incompetence, and her despicableness.

Staring blankly at her own hands, Weisia suddenly felt ridiculous again.

These hands once danced with flowers in the wind, but now they can only think about how to play with the dirtiest desires in people's hearts.

Vicia had to admit that even at this moment, she was thinking about how to make Wen Lin stay firmly, how to make Wen Lin unwaveringly serve her.

They will fall in love, which is an accident that no one expected.

But this love was unequal from the very beginning, mixed with impure use from the very beginning.

When Mrs. Yaz knocked on the door softly to remind, Visia supported the back of the chair with her hands, wiped the water from the corners of her eyes, stood up straight, and quickly returned to her impeccable and elegant demeanor.

She called Mrs. Yaz in, put on a grand and gorgeous dress, and then walked firmly to the hall.

It was a battlefield without gunpowder, and she had to put all her heart and soul into dealing with the nobles, councilors, and Sistine missions...the prying eyes were everywhere.

She couldn't show any strangeness, for herself and for Wen Lin.

Mrs. Yaz followed closely behind Vicia with small steps, lifting up her skirt from time to time.

In the center of the extravagant and bright hall, Vicia walked slowly towards Prince Philip.

Mrs. Yaz hid in the corner, watching Visia recover to a beautiful and hard-to-see through the crowd.

Looking at it, for some reason, Mrs. Yaz thought of Wen Lin.

If it was His Excellency Wen Lin who was dancing with His Majesty Vicia at this time, His Majesty would be truly happier.

With a sigh, as the melodious music was quickly swallowed up, no one noticed the blush hidden deep at the end of Visia's eyes.

***

Galloping on the horse in the suburbs, Wen Lin's chest felt cold, but her face was calm.

The construction progress of Yinhe Village is constantly accelerating, with obvious changes every day.

This time Wen Lin did not enter the village first, but went around the hill and quietly observed the training of the knights.

Training with the cavalry was Field and his party brought out from the arena by Wen Lin.

There are not many royal cavalry stationed in Yinhe Village, and there are about 50 people including Field and his party of 300 people.

Earlier, I heard from Eggers that he divided the most elite three thousand king cavalry in Wangcheng into five teams, each with 250 people, and they came to Yinhe Village for training and garrison in turn.

Wen Lin looked carefully for a while, there was no familiar face in Wang Qizhong, and Eggers was not there, so she didn't rush forward.

A large piece of land behind the hills has been transformed into a training ground according to Wen Lin's intention, not only training knights' cavalry marksmanship, but also various long and short weapons, as well as tactics used in different terrains.

From time to time, hearty laughter came from below, perhaps because of their brisk emotions, Wen Lin followed suit and smiled.

Field, who was arranging the next round of training, turned his head inadvertently, and recognized Wen Lin at a glance. His eyes froze instantly, and there was obvious joy on his face.

After leaving the arena, he never had close contact with Wen Lin again, but the temperature pressed against his head was always clearly engraved in his mind.

During this time, they personally experienced the changes in Yinhe Village, food, clothes, houses, and unique management regulations...

For Field, who was once a nobleman, he knew how difficult it was for Wen Lin to bring it all.

"...you need to give me everything you have in these five years, including your life."

The promise in the arena seemed to be still echoing in his ears, and the blood in Field's body surged again.

Others followed Field's gaze, "Master Field, is this Lord Wen Lin?"

Although the distance was a bit far away, it looked very blurry, but many of them could only watch from a distance when Wen Lin came to Yinhe Village a few times before, but this time at first glance, they looked very similar to the figure of Her Excellency Wen Lin.

Field nodded, then led a horse and galloped towards Wen Lin's position.

When he got in front of Wen Lin, Field didn't know what to say. He got off his horse and knelt down on one knee at Wen Lin's feet.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I want to solemnly thank you for saving us from the arena."

There are many old people under Field's subordinates. If they are always trapped in the arena, they will not be able to escape death.

Originally, he thought that coming out with Wen Lin was just a different place to be oppressed in another way, but what made him unbelievable was that they re-rided their horses with the rights of free people, and rekindled their long-cooled fighting spirit.

It was difficult for him to express his gratitude in words.

A smile appeared on Wen Lin's face, she looked down at Field, with a hint of deliberate and brisk ridicule,

"Your Excellency, I hope that when you step on the battlefield again, you can also carry this gratitude."

The army and war are closely linked, and the visit of the Sistine mission made Wen Lin feel a sense of urgency and crisis.

One of the things she did was to clear the Sutherland family's grievances, and the other was for Vicia and Golan to have enough confidence to fight against the nobles and the enemy country.

Instead of being like now, you can only seek perfection through grievances.

Field raised his head and said resolutely, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, of course I will. My subordinates and I will always be grateful to you until the moment before we die,"

Smiling, Wen Lin said, "I firmly believe that you will regain the glory, for Golan, for Her Majesty Vicia,"

With a slight thought in his mind, Field invited Wen Lin to go to the training ground to have a look, but was unexpectedly rejected by Wen Lin.

"Your Excellency, I have other things to do."

It's not an excuse. Wen Lin will not only inspect the remaining parishes during this time, but also inspect the farmland, divide the crops planted in each area, determine the drainage and irrigation systems, hydraulic windmills, improvement of farm tools, manure for humans and animals, etc. Wait.

Winter plowing has not caught up, and spring plowing cannot be delayed any longer.

For the next three months, Wen Lin stayed in the suburbs, never returned to Wangcheng, nor sent a letter to Wangcheng.

On the contrary, it was Bessie and Namer who regularly sent letters about the business status of the three stores every month.

Eggers, who often travels between the royal court and Yinhe Village, suddenly stopped Wen Lin one day, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Guard Wen Lin, even if I have the right to act on your behalf, you should report to His Majesty Vicia on a regular basis about the deployment of the royal city. There has been no news for three months, and His Majesty has not even gotten angry."

There was a bit of sourness in Eggers' words. Her Majesty Vicia has always been business-like, and it is difficult for officials to tolerate dereliction of duty.

But when it came to Wen Lin, there were exceptions to everything.

Hearing this, Wen Lin just nodded lightly and replied, "Got it."

The author has something to say: I am Wen: I am angry, the kind of incarnation of a career madman,