Queen and Her Duke

Before the last lingering warmth of the night completely faded away, the waiters sent by Wang Tingli urged him no less than ten times.

Wen Lin finally compromised, she untied all the swords and sabers, and stayed in Yinhe Village.

As soon as she entered the palace gate, Wen Lin saw Vicia who was waiting for her in front of the garden. There was no attendant behind her, her blond hair was hanging down her back, and there was no smile on her face.

Wen Lin regained her composure and waved away the waiter behind her. She stepped forward and wanted to hold Vicia's hand, but she gently avoided her.

Her heart was pierced very quickly, Wen Lin turned her side to the white wall as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Your Majesty, what is the matter of calling me into the royal court?"

Hearing this, Visia just smiled coldly, and asked back, "Your Excellency, why can't I call you now if there is nothing to do?"

"Of course not," Wen Lin lowered her head, surprised by Vicia's attitude, her eyes full of thought.

Seeing Wen Lin's demeanor, Visia looked at the doubled king cavalry on the city wall in the distance, her expression faded, and her voice was a little ethereal. She pointed at the elite knights in the distance and taunted softly,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, only your orders can drive them now? Could it be that everything you did before was to deceive me? Do you really want the crown on my head?"

Weisia's tone was unexpectedly calm. During this time, Wen Lin changed the defenses inside and outside the palace, imprisoning herself in the palace in disguise.

The power held tightly by Wen Lin far exceeds what she has shown to the nobles.

Vicia wasn't worried that Wen Lin would rebel, but she began to feel uneasy about Wen Lin's increasingly aggressive actions.

Wen Lin is hiding something important.

Trapped in the royal court, the information sent to the royal court every day was also screened by Wen Lin. This situation of restraint made Visia at a loss.

But in a short moment, Wen Lin understood that Visia was deliberately using words to provoke her.

Wen Lin shook her head helplessly, her posture softened, "Your Majesty, of course not."

Night Breeze was entangled between the two of them, engulfing each other's breath, Wen Lin took the initiative to move forward, and covered the eyes of the person in front of her with her lips.

Gently, during the brief gaze, Wen Lin chose to back down.

Visia reached out, raised Wen Lin's chin with her fingers, and then stroked her eyebrows and eyes. Her breathing was hot, and Wen Lin's brief retreat could not let her let go of her worries.

In the past half a year or so, the two cooperated tacitly in front of the nobles and successfully implemented many decrees, but in the past two months, Wen Lin's presumptuous actions were very abnormal.

Vicia pressed her for many times, but she still couldn't ask why.

"Your Excellency, you have used all means to force the nobles to show favor to me. You are putting yourself in a desperate situation. I don't want to..."

"Vicia," Wen Lin interrupted Vicia suddenly in Chinese, Wen Lin knew what she wanted to say.

Wen Lin blinked her eyes very quickly, concealing the fatigue in her eyes, and when she looked at Visia again, her eyes gradually filled with warmth.

After a long time, Wen Lin sighed softly, "Your Majesty, you should trust me, what I did was our best choice."

In the past six months, Wen Lin has been thinking, constantly imagining various situations that may happen.

It would be the safest and safest way to completely separate the relationship between himself and Vicia, and even create a scene of turning against each other.

Forcing Visia to back down in front of others, wantonly regenting, convinced the nobles, so even if his identity is exposed at this time, Visia can leave room for retreat.

Wen Lin was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the pain in Weisia's eyes, but after a while, the pain quickly disappeared without a trace.

Suppressing the dull pain under the ribs, Visia withdrew her hand that was frozen in the air, her tone was cold,

"Your Excellency, I withdraw my trust in you."

With her shoulders tensed, Wen Lin straightened up and looked at Visia, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

There was no resentment in her eyes, she just stood quietly, waiting for Visia to speak next.

Weisia looked away almost in a panic, not wanting to meet Wen Lin's gaze, and beckoned to the dark place, and knights in silver armor rushed out from all directions.

Everything happened unexpectedly.

Eggers rushed to the forefront, holding a flintlock gun in his hand, pointing the muzzle at Wen Lin.

"Press into the White Tower."

The White Tower is a prison in the royal court, often used to imprison rebellious nobles or ministers' families.

Wen Lin didn't have any weapons on her body, and she was surrounded by many, but still no one dared to approach her casually.

After receiving Vicia's order, Eggers rushed up first, followed by countless familiar knights.

"Vicia, you really don't believe me?"

Wen Lin's voice sounded clearly amidst the noisy melee. The firelight penetrated her dress, tracing her flesh and bones. Her soul seemed to be trembling in Visia's eyes, and she stubbornly wanted to find an answer. .

Visia was silent for a long time, so silent that Wen Lin used both hands to repel countless knights amidst countless ups and downs of muffled blows, and she remained firmly in front of Visia.

Thoughts fluctuated slightly with her chest, Visia pulled out the king sword under Wen Lin's gaze, and the blade lay across Wen Lin's neck, the air seemed to freeze,

"Yes, sir, I don't believe you."

Every word and every sentence is like a ruthless trial.

At a certain moment, Wen Lin felt like a joke, and a sharp pain appeared in her temple. She tried her best to maintain the calmness on her face, and maintained her graceful demeanor. Inside.

Seeing Wen Lin's back, Visia's lips moved, she hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing, watching Wen Lin disappear under the white tower.

Vicia stood in the garden for a long time, and Eggers stood beside her, "Your Majesty, do you have to do this?"

"Yes," Visia took a long breath, the blood in her whole body seemed to be frozen, her face

However, it is still undeniable determination.

Sighting into the empty night, Visia walked slowly into the political hall, picked up a long staff and pointed at several important defense points on the map.

"Have the two armies led by Kule and Kiguli rushed to Glasgow?"

With a serious look on his face, Eggers nodded, "We've arrived, but according to the investigation, there are more than 300 warships sailing from the direction of Sistine and Fase to Golan."

"At all costs, keep Glasgow."

Visia's tone didn't fluctuate much, the candlelight outlined her beautiful side face, she was calm and introverted, even more calm than usual.

Like an indestructible city wall, in the erosion of wind and waves, it bravely and fearlessly resisted foreign enemies.

Glasgow is the most important military fortress of the Golan on the east coast, guarding the throat that directly enters the royal city of Bruns. Its northeast and northwest faces are large, almost vertical cliffs, about 40 meters high, and the bottom is the tide of water. The canal, and the other sides are the rolling moor defense line.

With its natural advantageous terrain and important geographical location, Glasgow is destined to become the first line of defense in the east of the Golan.

Under the conditions of huge disparity in military strength and combat power, the importance of Glasgow is self-evident.

After discussing with the generals who were secretly recalled to the royal city until dawn, Visia summoned the ministers of the Privy Council to the royal court almost non-stop.

The news that Wen Lin was pushed into Art Tower and that Sistine and Fasser were about to invade the east coast was thrown out without warning.

Like two thunderclaps, all the ministers were shocked speechless.

Wen Lin's matter was put on hold for the time being, and after recovering, the ministers asked one after another where they got the news from.

Weisia observed the expressions on each of them calmly, and took out the half-pressed secret letter from under the candlestick in the corner.

The letter contained the news that Sistine and Fasser would join forces to raid the Golan, and the factual information that Visia disclosed revealed that what was said in the letter was true.

Francis was the first to calm down, and he keenly asked why, "Golan and Sistine have not had any disputes in half a year, why did they suddenly join forces with Fasser?"

The corners of her lips pursed slightly, Visia glanced at him sideways, and threw out a logical explanation, "Philip died, the marriage was shattered, and Sistine was ambitious, so it's not surprising that he would choose to join forces with Fasser."

"What? Prince Philip is dead?" Everyone was shocked again, ignoring the cause of Philip's death, and began to discuss countermeasures chaotically.

The topic naturally shifted to Wen Lin. When everyone was discussing how to deal with Wen Lin, Eggers said,

"The news of Her Excellency Wen Lin's detention cannot be leaked out. She has many supporters. Once it is leaked, it will definitely cause turmoil."

Everyone looked at Eggers, who was close to Vicia, and felt a sigh of relief, and felt scared after thinking about it.

So it turns out that His Majesty has been guarding against His Excellency Wen Lin?The favor and indulgence in front of people are all deliberate?

But in one night, they took Wang Qi back lightly, and they didn't find any warning signs from the beginning to the end. The unfathomable palace of the monarch made everyone shudder in unison.

The next point is to get the nobles to raise an army.

For the next three days, Vicia prepared for the challenge without sleep, and she never visited Wen Lin.

Occasionally, when she had time to catch her breath, Visia would take out the other half of the secret letter that she had torn off when no one was there.

The letter not only revealed Wen Lin's identity, but also clearly recorded the "miracle" Gunnevere had performed, as well as the strange ball that Father Carson had left for Wen Lin.

The letter did not clearly indicate whether the Holy Court knew Wen Lin's identity, but even if they did not know, if the person who wrote the letter wanted to, the Holy Court would know soon.

Who is it?Who is it?What is his purpose?

On the day she received the letter, Vicia summoned Wen Lin into the royal court, and Wen Lin's abnormal behavior for two consecutive months received the most reasonable explanation on that day.

It turned out that Wen Lin had long been prepared to reveal her life experience in advance, and Visia's heart fell into extreme contradictions. She was cut and crushed, and she couldn't breathe from the pain.

Little Ball, and the letter left by Father Carson, Vicia locked them secretly in the dark room.

Thinking carefully about the content of the letter, it seemed that he was deliberately guiding Visia to find the ball. The writer of the letter spent a lot of pen and ink describing the magic of the ball. What was even more absurd was that he wrote in the letter, Small balls can help Golan win the war.

Weisia frowned with a headache. The only thing she could be sure of was that the person who wrote the letter was still in the royal city, and had a high status.

The disparity in military strength and combat power made Visia dare not say victory lightly this time, and she was ready to die.

But how to save Wen Lin in the war, and what should she do if the Holy Court finds out about Wen Lin's background and threatens her with it.

The scene Visia least wants to see and face is approaching step by step.

The author has something to say: I have cried several times for the big abuse point of intracranial orgasms, and I need to pave the way before the birth. All these two chapters may be written a bit rough, kneel down and admit my mistake~

Both of them are planning for each other~ let's go in both directions~

What is love? It is mutual sacrifice and mutual achievement~