The grass roots of Amaranthus are oval in shape, about the size of an egg, and the outer cortex is hard and black.

It was recorded in "Hua Ke Yao Ji" that the roots of white amaranth were ground into powder and applied to the surface, which has the effect of cleaning, sterilizing and lightening spots.

With the help of Dot and Bessie, the white amaranth roots that Wen Lin needed were quickly prepared.

The peeled rhizomes are sliced ​​and boiled in a pot, then removed and steamed to dryness, and finally ground into a powder with a grinding trough.

After finishing it, Wen Lin tried it on the back of her hand. It was not as smooth and delicate as lead powder, but it was better in safety and health, and had a faint scent of plants.

Most importantly, it can be stored for a long time.

Wen Lin packed a small box, and left the rest for Bessie and Dot to use or study.

The dark clouds on the horizon are getting thicker and thicker, and it's getting late.

Under Bessie's urging, Wen Lin hurriedly said goodbye to Dot and went straight to the room. Namar was looking anxiously at the door.

"Miss Wen Lin, the dinner will start soon,"

Before she could say more, Wen Lin hurriedly changed into a long taffeta dress, took advantage of the gap between Namar and Bessie's braided hair, put on a rough light makeup for herself, and finally put on a wreath decorated with feathers and gold leaves.

There was obvious surprise in the eyes of Bessie and Namar.

And this amazement continued until the end of the evening banquet.

As soon as Wen Lin stepped into the front hall of the castle, curious, surprised, disdainful... eyes with various emotions fell on her.

The noble ladies' movements of shaking the feather fan unconsciously slowed down, their eyes swept over Wen Lin's body casually, and then whispered and discussed in a low voice.

"Look, look, it's her,"

"It looks weaker than expected. How did such a slender body win in the arena?"

"I really envy her long straight and smooth hair,"

"…"

The semi-open vestibule is bright and spacious, with a huge crystal lamp hanging from the high vaulted dome, and the wall behind the queen is elegantly classically decorated, and the siding is edged with a bright tapestry embroidered with gorse emblems.

Vicia and Tilia sat at the front, and the nobles sat on both sides of the lower head, leaving a large open space in the center of the front hall.

Wen Lin calmly walked through the crowd, walked to the stairs of the throne, and gracefully gave Visia and Tilia a forehead salute.

"Good day, to the great Golan and Queen Sistine,"

Her posture was casual, revealing a hint of laziness. The evening breeze wafted over the icy floor, swaying Wen Lin's long skirt that draped perfectly, her fair and delicate ankles looming as she walked.

The chatter in the hall was suddenly stopped, and they couldn't hide their surprise when they looked at Wen Lin who didn't kneel.

Strictly speaking, Wen Lin's behavior is not etiquette, she is just a commoner now.

But no one can say that Wen Lin's actions are ugly and vulgar. Her every move seems to be covered with a hazy veil, like an elves in the forest.

With a waist like a soft branch, and a face as beautiful as a saint's statue, her natural attitude seems to declare that it is beyond reproach and blasphemy.

Everyone held their breaths, silently peeping at Vicia's reaction.

Would the queen be so enraged that she drove the offended woman out?

However, to everyone's surprise, Vicia's attitude was very gentle, she evoked an intoxicating smile, and her tone was soothing,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, this skirt suits you better than I thought,"

A subtle emotion flashed in Vicia's eyes, and her smile was an undisguised look. When she looked up, she could see a faint red mark on Wen Lin's lustrous shoulders and neck, running through her left collarbone. Like some kind of ambiguous mark.

It was left by herself, rubbing the rim of the silver wine glass, Vicia swallowed it silently.

Taking a small sip of wine, Tilia's curious eyes swiveled back and forth between Vicia and Wen Lin, she seemed to have found something interesting.

In the five years since Queen Visia's accession to the throne, there has never been any rumors of passing the etiquette in terms of feelings.

Except for the news of marriages between countries for the purpose of governance, she seems to be blank in terms of feelings.

It's really funny, a sly laughter escaped from Tilia's throat, and when she wanted to pick up the glass again, Wormien's eyes suddenly swept over.

She had to put down her glass and stuck her tongue out at Vormeen when no one was looking.

Maintaining a dignified smile, Wormien raised her eyebrows very quickly, and after making sure Tilia would not steal drinking again, she turned her attention back to Wen Lin.

The interaction between Vicia and Wen Lin is hard to fathom, but it is certain that Queen Vicia is extremely tolerant and patient with her, and it seems that Wen Lin can play a greater role than expected.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Lin stood up straight, "Your Majesty, I'm glad you like it,"

Wen Lin's voice was very low. In the ambiguous atmosphere, the originally cold tone was diluted, and in a trance, it seemed that a low-pitched sultry murmur hit the eardrums.

After adjusting her sitting position, Vicia suppressed the slight impulse in her heart, turned her eyes to the lively hall, and returned to a condescending tone, "Your Excellency, I wish you a pleasant night,"

Wen Lin quickly disappeared into the crowd with a kind nod.

She picked an inconspicuous corner to sit down, but obviously because of the episode just now, she wanted to keep a low profile but couldn't.

There are always people who seem to pass by Wen Lin's desk unintentionally, or glance here inadvertently.

Fortunately, under the Queen's signal, the melodious melody sounded, and everyone was distracted.

After a rustling, the front hall returned to a scene of heated discussions.

Gentlemen, ladies and ladies rushed to the open space in the center of the front hall. They divided into two columns and elegantly invited each other's dance partners.

Women should show the restraint and nobility of a lady, while men should show the dashing and graceful manner of a knight.

The gorgeous big skirt swirls and flutters, stepping on the brisk rhythm to release warm emotions.

Vicia was among them, and her dance partner was a tall and handsome blond teenager.

They are sometimes close to the music and sometimes far away. Under the blurred light, the blond boy's face is flushed abnormally, and there are people talking softly around.

"Look, another man who was convinced by the Queen's charm,"

Inexplicably, Wen Lin felt a little irritable in her heart, her knuckles tapped on the table erratically, but her eyes couldn't help chasing the figure on the dance floor.

After taking a gulp of wine, Wen Lin got up and walked to the column, spitting out the strong smell of alcohol.

Looking at the coat of arms on the stone pillar, Wen Lin tried to calm down gradually, she seemed a little lost? Still a little disappointed? Because of Vicia?

I don't know the effect of alcohol, or because of the various aromas mixed in the hall.

Wen Lin's mind was a little confused, she closed her eyes and tried to calm down as soon as possible.

Wormion has been observing Wen Lin, she quietly appeared behind Wen Lin,

"Your Excellency, have you been bewitched by Golan's roses? Will the only fire of the Sutherland family be extinguished again in the hands of the Gorse royal family?"

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The author has something to say:

In fact, before I wrote it, I thought of a particularly bullish plot, that is, during the religious trial, watching the sky and causing lightning to blow up the spire of the church, frightening them to death, you commented that Wen is too powerful, I dare not I wrote it hahaha

Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during the period from 2021-09-0621:42:17 to 2021-09-0716:35:11~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 to the sky;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!