"Me?" Vicia's tone was a little hesitant.

She pinched Wen Lin's chin to face her so that she could see Wen Lin's expression more clearly.

Her delicate face was covered with cold sweat oozing from the pain, the blue and black around her eyes revealed the exhaustion she forced to conceal, and the calm vigilance in her eyes made her look like a beast that was temporarily suppressed. Might jump up and tear your throat apart.

In the black eyes, there is only no emotion beyond the limit.

Just like in Vicia's memory, Wen Lin never showed any emotion beyond the limit, even if it was pure desire. Wang, she often looked at her unabashedly, her eyes filled with pure and magnanimous admiration for all beautiful things.

This request was clearly a powerful response to what she had done, Vicia thought.

As the queen of the Golan, Vicia has always been surrounded by outstanding suitors. They often bite and fight each other like fighting dogs for the queen's pity, barking to show that they want to take the queen as their own. ambition.

But these people usually have ulterior motives for governance, and Vicia watched them compete for favor and charm, and then unceremoniously used this precious wealth called chastity to achieve her own goals.

Thinking of this, Vicia felt a little bit of anger in her heart. She didn't want Wen Lin to become as arrogant and hypocritical as those people.

The slender fingers landed on Wen Lin's brow bone, then down, and finally pressed against the warm blood vessels on Wen Lin's neck.

"Your Excellency, it is not wise to reveal what you covet at an inopportune time. I suggest you change the condition," Vicia's plain words contained a hint of warning.

Wen Lin stared blankly at Vishya for a while, and finally said as if she was compromising,

"Your Majesty, to bow down to the queen of a small and weak country, first of all, you have to offer enough interests to make my heart move,"

While Vicia was stunned, Wen Lin boldly opened her mouth and bit the fingertips that fell on her lips.

Like revenge.

The heart under the sternum was trembling, and the body froze when the fingers were bitten by Wen Lin.

The sharp pain successfully made Visia frown, her hands subconsciously exerting force, forcing Wen Lin to open her mouth.

Taking advantage of the gap between Wen Lin's mouth, Vicia quickly pulled out her fingers.

moist, hot...

There seemed to be sparkling water on her fingertips, Vicia half lowered her eyelashes and tucked her hands under her wide sleeves.

All the emotions disappeared in a short period of time, Vicia put her hand on the whip wound on Wen Lin's chest, and pressed down hard out of revenge.

The scrutinizing eyes fell on Wen Lin's face, without saying a word.

The **** smell in the air became stronger and stronger, and the deliberately elongated silence drew out traces of indescribable ambiguity.

Wen Lin blinked her eyes triumphantly, and seemed to be a little bit stubborn, "Your Majesty, this is not a good place for negotiation. First of all, you can consider letting me out,"

The remaining vigor is being rapidly exhausted, and the increasingly obvious dizziness is intertwined with the burning sensation of the wound on the body, which is very uncomfortable.

Wen Lin knew very well that she might have to explain herself if she didn't leave here.

Her cheeks were weakly attached to the back of Vicia's hand, and the just right show of weakness made the queen notice Wen Lin's strangeness.

The prison door was reopened, and in the amazed eyes of the attendants, Wen Lin, who was covered in blood, was embraced by the aloof queen.

Some attendants wanted to step forward to take Wen Lin, but the hands that were suddenly tightened around her waist reminded the resistance of those in Visia's arms.

The always dignified face evoked a faint smile in the dark, Visia waved the attendant back, supported Wen Lin, and walked steadily out of the prison.

He neatly put people on the carriage and pushed them to one side, all in one go.

The luxurious carriage was filled with seat cushions filled with goose down, but what made Wen Lin want to cry without tears was that the bumpy feeling of the carriage driving on the uneven road amplified the discomfort of the body to the extreme.

On the other hand, Vicia, with a straight back and an upright sitting posture, even the curvature of the raised chin interprets the elegance of the royal family.

Wen Lin stared at Vicia for a long time, the tearing feeling in her internal organs prompted her to grab the life-saving straw beside her.

Using all her remaining strength, Wen Lin recklessly wrapped her neck around the neck of the person beside her, and then put her head on Vicia's shoulder, instantly weakening most of the bumps.

Wen Lin sighed comfortably, her thoughts were already stagnant, and she had no time to think about whether this move would be pushed away and whether it would anger Vicia.

However, to Wen Lin's surprise, she arrived at her destination very safely - the Royal Court of Wehmint.

Along the way, Vicia's posture and expression didn't change much, only the hands on her knees were deeply digging into the skin.

No one had ever dared to get close to her like this.

The heat on Wen Lin's skin seemed to ignite the air, and Vicia felt hotter and hotter, even a little hypoxic.

But she didn't hate this feeling.

After the carriage drove into the royal court unimpeded, Vichy pushed Wen Lin away as if she had been stung.

At the same time, before Wen Lin came back to her senses, she got out of the car first and resumed her meticulous and elegant manner.

When the car curtain was lifted again, what Wen Lin saw was the scene of Vicia with a serious face and a few hurried officials whispering.

After a few hurried words, he left in a hurry, not paying any attention to himself during the whole process.

Wen Lin rolled her eyes and kept silent until she was locked into a small circular room by the guards who had accompanied her before.

As the door was locked and the surroundings became silent again, Wen Lin let out a faint gasping sound, and the whip marks on her body hurt hotly, and the pain became even more severe with a slight movement.

At the same time, Wen Lin's sanity was crushed almost instantly by the heavy feeling of exhaustion that came after she relaxed.

What a cruel woman, Wen Lin cursed in a low voice.

After standing stiffly on the spot for a while, Wen Lin managed to move to the window and observe the surrounding environment through the moonlight.

The room was small, with an old wooden single bed in the middle, and a barely clean quilt on the bed.

Fortunately, the environment is very dry and well ventilated. Except for the bed, there are no extra sundries in the whole room, which is much better than the wet and dirty environment of Yatta Tower.

Wen Lin has no habit of cleanliness, but she is used to keeping her environment as clean and tidy as possible, which will help her recover her energy.

Looking out the window, Wen Lin had a rough guess about where she was.

He should be detained in a circular tower somewhere behind the royal court. The window of the room is wide open. Looking down, it is about 30 meters above the ground. Ordinary people fall from here and die or be disabled.

Although it was not difficult for Wen Lin, who practiced ancient martial arts, to get down from here, she gave up when she thought of the endless means of Vicia.

I don't know how many guards there are in the castle, and this is in the royal capital of Golan. There are many troops stationed inside and outside the city. Wen Lin is not sure that she will be able to escape the pursuit smoothly and escape back to sea.

More importantly, her ship and her subordinates were all held in the palm of her hands by Vicia.

Seeing Vicia's attitude, Wen Lin guessed that she should not worry about her own life for the time being.

After gulping down the broth brought by the maid, Wen Lin chose a more comfortable position, avoiding the injury, and lying on the bed fell into a deep sleep without any dreams.

And the White Hall where the Queen is, the lights are flickering, and the people are crowded.

Even in the middle of the night, there is no intention to be quiet at all.

Because the Queen was stabbed, the new nobles who supported the Queen were particularly passive.

Beside the Queen is the representative of the new aristocracy, Sir William Cecil, Chief Adviser and Secretary of State.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't intensify the conflict with the church. We should learn a lesson from the assassination that put your life on the line not long ago,"

The worried expression made William look even older, and the gray mustache was quivering, looking a little funny.

There is no bunker that can resist the attack, the foreign enemies that are coveting, the dangerous and greedy Holy See, and the queen who may be killed in the assassination at any time, which makes the new nobles who are attached to Visia very headache.

"William, if the price paid is that we are not controlled by others, then there is nothing we can't try,"

"But do you really want to pin your hopes on a group of pirates? The Royal Guard was suppressed by the Holy Knights of the Holy See. It has become a tradition. No one can easily change the rules of the game, even if you are the queen,"

William pointed out the problem sharply. In his opinion, the growing queen seemed to want to challenge the wolves.

Can no one change easily? Vicia was silent for a while, then shook her head firmly, "No, you are all wrong, people living in the shadow of the old divine authority. People, have lost the will to fight, we can only use external forces to defeat the corrupt the Holy See,"

The Queen's tone sounded as decisive, determined and confident as ever, with a toughness that could not be rejected.

The words of exhortation were stuck in their throats, and the new nobles in the hall looked at each other and lowered their heads in unanimous silence, "I hope she can do as Your Majesty wishes,"

"Go back,"

Lightly pinching the bridge of her nose, Vicia waved her hand, looking slightly tired.

The conflict between the Grand Catholic Church and the New State Church, the flood in the south, and the deterioration of diplomatic relations with the Sistine, and at the same time, guarding against the collusion of the old nobles with evil intentions and foreign enemies, these urgent problems that need to be dealt with. Heartbroken.

The tidy footsteps faded like the tide, and Whitehall quickly returned to its empty and silent appearance.

Vicia narrowed her eyes, reclining on the throne, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

Antoni walked forward with a group of female officials at the right time to help the queen remove her makeup, take off her fancy clothes, and press the acupuncture points on her body with the most comfortable force to relieve fatigue.

In her impression, the queen has not had a good rest for a long time, and seldom shows her excess emotions in private.

The female servants who followed the queen's side were all cautious.

Before going to bed, Visia suddenly asked, "How is Wen Lin?"

"Your Majesty, she fell asleep quickly, and the whiplash has not been dealt with,"

"Take care of the whiplash tomorrow morning, and then bring her to see me,"

The tone was indifferent, as natural as Vicia's every time she gave orders.

Antoine complied and couldn't help recalling the Queen's many outrageous actions in the face of the pirate tonight.

After serving the queen to sleep, Antoine went to Bessie and Namar on purpose, and told them to be obedient and careful when serving Wen Lin tomorrow.

In the Golan, no one likes vile pirates, who use force to seize people's savings and insult weak women.

They have done bad things, and they have sinned to hell.

But in the same way, no one has seen a pirate as beautiful as Wen Lin, and no one has ever seen a pirate who can enter the Golan court alive.

Wen Lin is the only exception.

Exceptions are often different.

As the Queen's most trusted servant lady, Antoine can always arrange things in an orderly manner in advance to avoid extra trouble.

Although Bessie and Namar were puzzled, they still listened obediently. Antoni's warnings are usually the queen's meaning.

This point, the servants in the palace knew nothing.

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Note: ^1 quoted from "Pirates of the Caribbean" by Zhang Qing