The movement brought by Latimer is indeed a bit big. After discussing with Wen Lin, Vicia decided to take advantage of the snow stop in the past few days to go to Sutherland Castle.

In the past eight years, Golan, whether it is the church or the old nobles, has been peaceful.

But as soon as the news of Visia's accident came back to the royal court, someone immediately wanted to use it to cause trouble.

Originally, Vicia wanted Latimer and Field to return to Brunz immediately, but he disagreed with anything and insisted on staying for a while longer.

In this way, Latimer was kicked out of the stone house, and was stomping like a statue in the open space outside the house.

Wen Lin glanced outside the house and asked some details.

Vicia tickled Wen Lin's palm with a smile, as if she was dissatisfied with Wen Lin's focus on Latimer, she pulled him into her arms and kissed her before talking about the recent situation.

After Golan defeated Sistine's Armada, he shifted his focus to the ocean. The most notable change was the huge profits brought by free trade at sea.

Overseas trade has fed back the Golan's domestic military, economy and people's livelihood. Now the Golan is already a major country on the Europa Road.

As more and more countries began to explore the sea, they began to try to grab food from the Golan, but the powerful Golan navy always prevailed in the conflict. They did not care about manners and etiquette. pie, and strive to resolve the battle with the fastest and least cost.

Gradually, the navies of other countries struggled to cope, and they began to seek cooperation, while Visiah has always adhered to a friendly foreign policy, and took the opportunity to control most of the right to speak in maritime trade.

At the same time, the exploration of the ocean continues, and the road to the Golan Sea Empire has just begun.

As she said that, Vicia stroked the hair on Wen Lin's back, and the soft strands of hair slipped between her fingers. It felt good in the hand. She smiled dazedly for a while before continuing,

"As for the remaining sores on Golan's body, I want to leave it to Latimer to deal with it. He needs more tempering to grow further."

Vicia obviously thought of something that made her feel unpleasant, and there was a cold and severe depression in her eyes, but when her eyes touched Wen Lin, it softened in an instant. The blue eyes were as deep as the sea, like the moonlight, soft It fell into Wen Lin's eyes.

"Then let Latimer follow, just to see how big a wave those people in Wang Ting can make."

Wen Lin put a little force around Vicia's arm to bring them closer.

Last night, the two slept on the couch hugging each other, unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, Wen Lin asked Visia to tell her what she had done in the past nine years.

Among them, Vishya never mentioned the danger, and she understated the idea written by Wen Lin in the parchment book, which had already been realized.

Against the background of the fire, Vicia's eyes were amazingly bright, and Wen Lin had the illusion that Vicia was asking herself for a compliment at a certain moment.

But even if Vicia didn't say anything, Wen Lin knew how hard Vicia would be. She stroked the fine lines at the corner of Vicia's eyes again and again, barely holding back her choking.

Wen Lin wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything, her face was red from the heat of her body, and her eyes were moist.

With just one glance, Vicia knew what she was thinking, and leaned over to hold Wen Lin's earlobe, her hot breath was itchy and sultry, "Between us, never say who is right or who is wrong, I I feel bad for you, you feel bad for me, that's enough."

The two spent the night embracing each other like this, and after another day of repairs, they would officially set off for Sutherland Castle.

After regaining her memory, Vicia and Wen Lin were almost inseparable.

Although she didn't want Tilia to stay to disturb them, Vicia agreed in the end, but when she rode the carriage the next day, Vicia ruthlessly rejected Tilia's request to share a ride with them.

Field laughed as Tilia was driven out with a gloomy face, as if His Highness Latimer hadn't realized the change of Lord Wen Lin's identity.

After thinking for a while, Field rode the horse close to Latimer's carriage and shouted a few words into the carriage.

In the face of Field, a loyal and combative captain, Latimer's attitude was still very respectful. He immediately opened the curtain of the car, restored his calm demeanor, and replied, "Your Excellency Field."

"His Royal Highness Latimer, you seem to have forgotten another identity of Lord Wen Lin. She is now not only your teacher, but also the wife of His Majesty Vicia, the queen of Golan."

A word woke the dreamer.

Latimer opened his mouth slightly, and his face was stunned. After realizing it, his face turned red, and he closed the curtain very stiffly.

Hearing a few angry growls coming from the carriage, Field showed an indescribable smile on his face.

It was the first time in the Golan that a woman married a woman, and even in the entire Europa continent, it was the first time, not to mention that Visiah was still the monarch of a country.

The Holy Court used this as an excuse to criticize Vicia, but due to Golan's strength and Vicia's resolute attitude, gradually, this matter was tacitly accepted.

After all, everyone thought that Wen Lin was dead, so what threat could a dead person pose to them?

Latimer couldn't help laughing when he thought of Wang Ting's stubborn reaction when he knew that the teacher was still alive.

In this way, the group stopped and walked for a few days and arrived at Sutherland Castle before sunset on the last day.

It was a rare good weather along the way, and there was no accident. Waiting in front of the castle were Wen Lin's old acquaintances, Mr. Brown and Mrs. Yaz.

They tried their best to control their emotions in front of Visia and Wen Lin, but it was not difficult to detect their excitement and tension from their trembling movements and voices.

Looking at Mr. Brown and Mrs. Yaz, who had gray temples, Wen Lin also had a lot of emotion. This was the nine years she had missed.

Wen Lin thanked them as before, her voice slightly hoarse.

Vicia, who was standing on the side, strained her wrist secretly, and dragged Wen Lin into the castle. When she sat down at the dining table, Wen Lin realized that the layout of the ancient castle seemed to be the same as that of the White House.

After walking into the bedroom and seeing the same arrangement as the White House, Wen Lin completely confirmed her guess.

"When did you start preparing for this?"

Vicia didn't answer directly, but asked Wen Lin with a smile, "Do you like it?"

A long and deep fold was drawn from the bottom of her heart by Vichy's light smile, which could never be smoothed out. With tears in her eyes, Wen Lin moved her gaze to the desk, where a cluster of dried up leaves was quietly placed on the table. like maple leaves.

This was taken by Wen Lin for Vicia one night before.

She walked to the desk and carefully looked at everything on the table, which was gradually overlapping with the appearance in her memory.

Vicia walked behind Wen Lin, followed Wen Lin's gaze, landed on a corner of the desk, and explained, "Some books were taken to Rima's village, and they will be sorted out as before tomorrow. "

Raising her eyes to meet Vicia's gaze, Wen Lin couldn't help but hug Vicia in her arms, "Thank you."

This thank you was very light, but it carried Wen Lin's indescribable affection.

In the middle of the night, they were no longer tossing and turning like the night before, but felt extra peace of mind. Their bodies were pressed together, and in the warm temperature, they gradually fell asleep.

The days that followed were peaceful and warm. At first, Latimer would come to ask Wen Lin some questions from time to time. After staying there for about a week, Vicia resolutely drove him back to the royal court.

All winter, Vicia and Wen Lin stayed at Sutherland Castle. They faced each other every day, but they didn't get bored. Instead, they couldn't see each other more and more.

The servants in the castle were all brought from the royal court. No matter how shocking the scene was, they had long since seen it, and they disappeared when it was time to disappear.

When the snow melted and the spring arrived, Wen Lin stood in front of the sporadic green garden, dazed.

Vicia held the letter from Brenzi in her hand and quietly approached Wen Lin, "What are you thinking about?"

Turning her head off guard, her soft lips pressed against Vichy's cheek, Wen Lin's eyes trembled, and she coughed with a pretense of calm, "I didn't think of anything."

How could Vicia believe Wen Lin's words? During this time, Wen Lin always had a thoughtful look on her face. Vicia looked at her and didn't ask any more questions, thinking that she would take the initiative to say it.

It's just that nearly a month has passed, and Wen Lin still doesn't plan to say it, and Visia is a little annoyed.

During this time, Wen Lin's body has almost recovered, and her chin is not as sharp and thin as it was at first. Vichy's gaze went down Wen Lin's white neck and did not enter her neckline.

Worrying about Wen Lin's body, Vicia always held back and never let it go.

It seems to be alright now, Vicia's eyes suddenly darkened, she evoked a meaningful smile, and suddenly pressed Wen Lin's lips.

It's not like the past, but it's more and more in-depth, very skillful and patient. Make fun of Wen Lin.

Wen Lin was startled and closed her eyes subconsciously.

Vicia's lips were soft and slightly cool, and Wen Lin couldn't hold back her murmur.

Tracing, exploring, intertwining, trembling, each other's body temperature gradually rises in the back and forth kissing and sucking, and the hot breath gradually becomes compatible.

Vicia's dexterous fingers rubbed up from Wen Lin's waist, stroked the back of her neck, and then penetrated deeply into Wen Lin's hair, and the kiss gradually became more and more arrogant, even a little thick. Violent until both of them were completely dumped in trembling senses.

There was no one around, and the servants had long since retired.

It took a long time for Vicia to let go of Wen Lin's lips, which was obviously swollen by the kiss, smeared with water, indescribably charming and seductive.

Gently flicking away the hair that was covering the ends of Wen Lin's eyes, Vichy's eyes were filled with blurred water, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "Let's go back to the bedroom."

Vicia's intention to go back to the bedroom at this time is self-evident. Wen Lin gave her an angry look, but she still did not refuse.

The sky suddenly floated dark clouds, the rain was dripping,

The undercurrents accumulated in the dangerous valleys rush in the snow-white wasteland,

poured out where the river and the sea meet,

Currents, waves, rocks,

blood, heart, soul,

The soft sea collided with the sky,

The white bird kissed,

The sound of the waves suddenly turned into a hazy mist,

The rain was heavy and small, and it stopped completely at night.

Wen Lin opened her eyes slightly, she was unspeakably tired, and her fair and smooth shoulders and neck could be vaguely seen. Vicia was sticking to Wen Lin's back, her hand was on Wen Lin's warm shoulder, and her fingertips were twirling.

The closed eyes opened again, Wen Lin stretched out her hand and pinched it on the back of Vichy's hand, her voice hoarse, "No more."

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The author has something to say:

It is estimated that there are still about 30,000 words to finish the text~

Then the side story will write about their voyages to Daming and modern sweet daily life, as well as the matter of vice cp, it should not exceed five chapters at most~