Ampton Palace, also known as the Summer Palace, was the place where the royal family used to escape the summer heat.

Twenty-two years ago, Queen Bonnie was imprisoned for treason, and the castle began to fall into disrepair.

After two years of confinement, Queen Bonnie was formally sentenced to beheaded when Vicia was five years old.

Since then, in this gradually deserted castle, Vicia spent fifteen long years in captivity.

The River Thame meanders by, surrounded by lush meadows, and further afield is a dense thicket of tall trees.

Vicia stood by the river, staring at this rough behemoth in the distance, calm and cold.

The Royal Hunting Park is not far away, where members of the royal family and nobles can play and entertain at any time.

Half a month later, the royal court will arrange for the Sistine embassy to go hunting in the Royal Hunting Garden, and only then will the castle be renovated.

This is the first time in the five years since her enthronement, Visiah has returned here.

Looking at Vicia, who had been silent for a long time, Francis on the side reminded aloud,

"Your Majesty, after the night comes a dawn full of hope, but those who sink into the night have no chance to see the dawn,"

Vicia raised her chin to face the sun, her eyes were a little stinging, and no one noticed the fragility that flashed across her calm face.

"Francis, I'm always reminding myself that a sharp blade hangs above my neck,"

The calm and determined tone made people unable to hear a trace of fear.

Francis remembered in a trance that she was a frightened and cowardly girl when she was taken out of here.

Francis smiled, and after a while he returned to his dignified expression,

"The news from the Holy See came from Madely. The Pope of Canterbury is going to send three cardinals to use the flood in the southern Golan and the death of Livorna to initiate a Holy See trial against you,"

The papal trial is a powerful weapon for the catholic church to attack all monarchs who do not obey the papal order.

In the records of the past two hundred years, the result of the Holy See's trial was either the monarch being expelled from the throne and sent to the guillotine, or the monarch bowing his head, humbly going to the Holy See to ask for forgiveness, and offering innumerable gold for redemption treasure.

"Francis, you already knew this day would come. They have endured for five years. The three cardinals are more cautious than my father,"

The playful smile was reflected in the deep blue pupils. Vicia's tone was very flat. She slowly walked a few steps to the river bank, and then asked about the deployment of the east coast.

"Can the navy that has been reconvened with 300,000 gold Golans be able to withstand the common attack of the Sistine and Fasai? Even if it's only half a month,"

The Golan navy is weak and lacks naval combat experience. Even if it is replaced with a more elite weapon, it is difficult to predict its performance in the battle.

Francis shook his head sadly, "I'm afraid they can't even resist half of the pirates,"

"Pirates," Vicia's icy eyes waved silently for a few moments, and after pondering for a moment, she suddenly said,

"The battle game between the Royal Knights and the Paladins will be changed to the Strait of Dover just two months later, and Wen Lin will be the commander of the Royal Knights,"

A battle of this scale is almost no different from a real battle. The soldiers from both sides come on the field and use real guns and swords to slash and chop. Death often happens in battles, and the losing side will become the victor’s prisoner of war. Money to redeem yourself*2.

More important than winning or losing is the symbolic meaning of victory.

The royal court needs a strong army, and the knights who fanatically worship power are the best candidates for the army to recruit.

However, the knights are obviously more willing to join the Holy Knights of the Holy See than the Royal Knights who have been defeated many times.

"You're taking a risk, Your Majesty, she's not to be trusted," Francis shook his signature beard in disapproval.

In Francis' view, Wen Lin's origin is unknown, she acts frivolously and boldly, and lacks the sincerity of allegiance to the royal family.

Vicia was thoughtful, raised her eyes and showed a smile,

"Francis, let me remind you that the huge wealth that relieves our urgent needs is provided by your distrustful Lord Wen Lin,"

"She robbed that," Francis retorted with wide-eyed eyes.

"But she robbed the Holy See's tribute ship, the enemy of the enemy is the ally,"

Francis was speechless, suffocating in his chest. He had no ill will towards Wen Lin, but his cautious habit forced him to think more.

Just as she was about to continue to say something far-fetched to persuade Vicia, the sound of rushing water came from the river.

It's Wen Lin.

Both Vicia and Francis were very surprised.

The surrounding guards raised their spears and flintlock guns, and quickly surrounded them as if they were facing a big enemy.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, why are you here?"

The deep pupil was a little gloomy, and the river wind turned the cold and dangerous emotion in Vichy's eyes, and quickly disappeared.

Standing motionless on the spot, water dripping down her body constantly, Wen Lin remained silent.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, Francis' face was sinking like water, what he just said was the secret that would cause turmoil, if Wen Lin was in ambush early in the morning to eavesdrop...

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, she lacks discipline and restraint, she must go to Attari and stay for a while,"

Holding the long knife in her hand tightly, Wen Lin was like a statue made of stone, unmoved.

Eyes darkened, Vicia raised her hand and dialed it twice in the air, signaling the guards to disperse.

She looked at Wen Lin, restrained her vigor just now, and slowly approached her.

Francis followed behind Vicia, trying to stop her, but Vicia walked very firmly, step by step, and soon came to Wen Lin.

She raised her hand and brushed the wet long hair on Wen Lin's face, revealing a strangely pale complexion that was completely exposed in Vichy's eyes, her tightly knitted brows looking a little weak and tired.

Wen Lin looked at Vicia, her eyes were empty, and she was quiet.

Approaching, Vicia smelled the strong alcohol smell that was hard to ignore on Wen Lin.

She looked very embarrassed, her long hair was sticking to her neck in a disorderly manner, her robe was wrinkled and folded, and even the silk thread on her neckline was broken. When she lowered her head a little, Vicia could see Wen Lin's beautiful collarbone. soft ravines below.

Taking a breath, Vicia quickly looked away and took off her long cloak around Wen Lin.

When her hand touched Wen Lin's skin, it was icy cold, without the warmth of a living person at all.

The sharp long eyebrows were tightly folded, and Vicia immediately called the maid over, "Go to the castle immediately, prepare hot water and clothes,"

I don't know how long Wen Lin had been soaking in the river, Vicia had mixed feelings in her heart.

The river water in this season is freezing to the bone, and there is a method of torture in Yate Tower, which is to strip the prisoners naked and throw them into the icy river water.

Long-term hypothermia will make prisoners feel the fear of dying, and prisoners who often refuse to confess will often become cold corpses if they can't last in the water for a night.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, are you drunk?" Vicia asked with a frown.

Wen Lin's silent reaction was strange, but Qingming's eyes didn't look like she was drunk.

Still no response.

Reaching out her hand to her forehead and rubbing it calmly, Vicia sighed in a low voice, and simply grabbed Wen Lin's wrist and pulled her towards the castle.

The clammy and grateful Vicia shivered a bit, but she didn't let go of her strength at all. She could clearly feel that Wen Lin's movements were very stiff.

"Francis, you go back first, I'll stay at Ampton Palace tonight,"

Francis, who followed behind, glared at Wen Lin angrily. Whenever she was mentioned, the queen would always become stubborn and would not listen to any advice.

"Just a pirate," Francis strode toward the carriage, reluctantly comforting himself.

The castle, which has completed preliminary repairs, still smells of damp decay.

Vicia dragged Wen Lin straight to the room on the second floor, where a fire was already lit on the fireplace.

The wood is crackling and burning, spreading the aroma of dry, warm pine.

Signaling the maids to stop outside the door, Vicia closed the door, dragged Wen Lin to the warm fireplace, and threw her a large piece of clean cotton cloth.

"Change clothes,"

Even if it is caring, it is still a gesture of command.

The water dripped down the wet robe, and soon a cloud of water appeared on the ground.

Seeing the throbbing flames, Wen Lin rolled her eyes, and her cold body became soft. She picked up the cotton cloth to dry her face and hair.

Seeing Wen Lin starting to cooperate, Vicia slowly spread out her flexed fingers. If Wen Lin didn't cooperate, she really didn't know what to do.

But Wen Lin obviously didn't want to cooperate all the time. After wiping her face and hair, she continued to look at the flames.

The few patience was quickly exhausted, Vicia stroked Wen Lin's shoulder, her voice restrained, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, why don't you change your clothes?"

Looking back coldly, Wen Lin replied sternly, "You go out,"

Her expression was sluggish for a moment, and Wen Lin's sudden cold and tough attitude caught Visia off guard. Small cracks began to appear in her calm expression. She quickly turned around and walked out.

The maids outside looked at Vicia and rushed out with an ugly expression, and they stepped forward to ask if something happened.

Quickly regaining her elegant demeanor, Vicia shook her head and turned to the maids to prepare the sober soup.

Standing outside the door, Vicia lowered her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

The maids who were guarding the door together looked at each other in dismay. The queen seldom behaved like this in front of them. They bowed their heads tacitly and re-evaluated Wen Lin's position in Vicia's heart.

Estimating the time, Vicia pushed open the door.

Wen Lin raised her eyes following the voice at the same time, and their eyes collided in the air.

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin spoke first, her voice a little hoarse.

"Your Excellency, the hot water is ready, it's time for you to take a bath," Vicia leaned against the door frame, her face expressionless and indifferent.

Holding the long knife and standing up, Wen Lin walked up to Visia's expression, staring at her without blinking.

Wen Lin was slender and taller than Vicia, and the nightgown originally prepared for the queen was a little short on her.

Not knowing how to react for a while, Vicia stared at her in a daze, her forehead was full, her nose was not as tall as a Golan, her black hair was soft on her shoulders, and her black eyes were warm and pitch-black. , without the slightest edge, like a defenseless cub.

And her actions at this time seemed to show her intimacy to herself.

The scorching breath and the smell of alcohol fanned her cheeks, Vichy's eyelids trembled, and she leaned back slightly, not deliberately, "Take Your Excellency Wen Lin to the bathroom,"

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, please come with me,"

The maid bent her knees slightly, took two steps forward, spread her hands to one side, and gestured to Wen Lin.

Wen Lin glanced sideways, still standing in front of Vicia, motionless.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little weird, Visia looked at her, and didn't move for a while.

Wen Lin stared at her intently, without any intention of leaving. In the stalemate, Vicia had to compromise, "Come with me,"

The unruly Wen Lin made Visia a little irritable and annoyed, she didn't notice that Wen Lin, who was following behind her, stumbled a little.

Suddenly, an icy palm stretched out from behind and firmly grasped Vicia's hand.

One cold and one hot, the hard and thin calluses are a little stubborn.

It is a familiar touch.

The temperature of the palm rose rapidly, Visia paused, she suddenly felt that Wen Lin's hand was a little scorching.

Restraining the urge to pull her hand back, Vicia quickened her pace, she could clearly feel the unspeakable warmth spreading from her chest to the side of her neck, and then to the base of her ears.

Even her breath seemed to be getting hot.

The distance was obviously short, but when Vicia walked to the bathroom door, a thin layer of sweat had already oozing out of her forehead.

Standing still, she quickly withdrew her hand, Vicia subconsciously avoided Wen Lin's sight, and ordered her bluntly, "Go in, take a shower,"

Wen Lin looked at the empty palms and approached the bathroom with a slightly stunned expression that seemed a little aggrieved.

When Vicia was about to turn around and leave, Wen Lin suddenly stretched out her hand to wrap her waist and took them into the bathroom together.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Wen Lin closed the door and closed the lock neatly at the moment Vicia brought her into the bathroom.

After a few moments of dizziness, when she came back to her senses, Vicia had been pressed against the wall by Wen Lin, her strong right arm wrapped around her waist, and their upper bodies were tightly pressed together.

"Wen Lin," Vicia reprimanded, unable to hide her anger,

The maids outside the door opened their mouths wide and froze on the spot in astonishment. After reacting, they did not dare to shout loudly, but stood at the door cautiously and asked,

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

suppressed shame. Shame and anger rushed towards Visia like a wave, she pressed hard against Wen Lin's shoulder, trying to push her away.

But Wen Lin held the people tightly, no matter how hard Vicia tried, she couldn't break free.

There was a faint light of water at the end of her eyes, Vicia closed her eyes, turned her head towards the door, and ordered a little discouraged, "I'm fine, you go to the kitchen to prepare some food, don't approach here,"

Hearing the distant footsteps outside the door, Vicia's sense of shame eased a little.

Wen Lin stared intently at Vicia's face, her expression a little confused, as if she didn't understand why Vicia reacted so violently.

She fixedly said, "You too. Wet."

After a long pause, she continued, "You also need to take a bath,"

When we touched it just now, Vicia was also wet. Now, I wanted to wait for Wen Lin to take a bath, and then she would go to change her clothes, who would have thought...

She moved uncomfortably, and Vicia tried her best to restrain her anger. Now Wen Lin is arrogant and stubborn, and can only be tempted.

After softening her voice, Vicia coaxed warmly, "You wash first, I'll wash later, it's not etiquette for two people to wash at the same time,"

Taking a half step back, Wen Lin seemed to be about to let go.

And just when Vicia was about to take a breath, she was caught off guard and was turned over and pressed against the wall, her cheeks pressed against the rough wall, rubbing against the tingling sensation, and the clear sound of fabric tearing rang in her ears.

The next moment, his eyes were covered with a layer of things, tied behind his ears, and a hazy, warm yellow halo could be seen faintly.

"Your Majesty, this will not violate etiquette,"

When vision is lost, all other senses are sharpened.

Vicia was a little flustered, she reacted violently and broke away Wen Lin's hand, trying to pull the cloth on her eyes.

But Wen Lin was faster than her, holding her tightly in her arms, groping to untie the ties of her complicated bell-shaped skirt.

This is undoubtedly a bright humiliation for Vicia.

Her body was trembling slightly, and the force on her back was unbuttoning her clothes.

It was as if my brain was stuffed with dense fog, my head was a little swollen and painful, and my breathing became short and messy.

Unwilling to bite on Wen Lin's arm, Vicia struggled again, but Wen Lin's restraining posture made it impossible to use force.

Soon, Vicia lowered her head, leaning on Wen Lin's shoulder and panting low.

The struggling movements made Wen Lin's hands move faster, and after a while, a sudden icy breath hit every inch of Vichy's body.

The body suddenly stiffened, and there was water falling from the end of the eyes.

Without giving Visia time to breathe, Wen Lin picked her up and gently put her into the bath.

The warm water flowed over her shoulders and neck, and Vicia shrank back instinctively, clinging to the wall under the bath.

The breath with a strong sense of oppression gradually moved away, and there was the sound of slow water flowing in my ears, and the rustling sound of undressing.

The muscles of Vicia's whole body were tense, and there was a slight spasm in her calf.

Wow, it was Wen Lin's voice when she entered the water.

Inevitably, Vicia thought of the strange touch of Wen Lin's hand across her body just now.

It was slightly hot and itchy, with a dense tingling sensation.

Weird, yet...

Shameful thoughts popped up in her mind, and Visia's whole body's blood boiled.

She gasped for breath, only to realize later that no one was holding her back.

Except for the gentle sound of water, there was no sound for a while.

Vicia moved her stiff body and gently tore off the cloth strips from her eyes.

Without warning, Wen Lin's porcelain white body came into view.

Wen Lin's eyes were also wrapped with strips of cloth, and she was swaying gently with the flow of water and her long hair. The crystal water droplets fell from her delicate chin. Only half of her face was as beautiful as the first winter flower in full bloom. roses.

Soft, stubborn, with an untouchable coldness like snow.

On the water surface, the sparkling water light swayed, and the beautiful lines and ravines under the water surface were looming with the water light, and it was hard to help.

Closing her eyes suddenly, Vicia re-tied the cloth strips as if she had a guilty conscience.

The heartbeat was fast, Vicia swallowed hard, and she began to deliberately make splashes,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, can you answer why you are here now?"

After a few breaths of silence, just when Vicia thought Wen Lin would not answer, her voice came over,

"Someone wants to grab my knife and kill me,"

This was an answer that Vicia could never have thought of anyway. She clenched her fingers subconsciously, to be able to force Wen Lin into such an embarrassing situation. Apart from the church, Vicia couldn't think of any other possibility.

But why did Wen Lin drink so much alcohol? In addition to the two months at sea during this period, Visia had the impression that Wen Lin had only had one sip of wine at the banquet.

At sea, Vicia asked her, are you a pirate who doesn't touch alcohol?

At that time, Wen Lin's answer was that drinking alcohol would affect the agility of her thinking. At the same time, she was prone to intoxication, and she would get drunk if she took two more sips.

Thinking of this, Vicia helplessly twitched the corners of her mouth.

Even being drunk, Wen Lin is different.

If she didn't have a certain understanding of her, Vicia would definitely think she was pretending to be drunk.

Vicia didn't think much, then asked, "Why do you drink so much alcohol, you are not a person who will indulge yourself,"

Unexpectedly, Wen Lin did not answer this question, she suddenly moved.

The water splashed up while walking, Vicia clearly felt that Wen Lin was approaching in her direction.

Stiffing her back, Vicia clings tightly to the edge of the bath, what is Wen Lin doing?

Breathing quickly again, when the warm and delicate touch came from her arm, Vicia jumped up in shock.

Shengsheng held back his exclamation, and there was a burst of soreness in his throat, and Vicia forced herself to calm down.

After realizing that Wen Lin was not doing anything else, Vicia reached out and touched it. It turned out that it was the soap that Wen Lin handed over.

"Thank you," Vicia took it, her whole body couldn't help but heat up, and her heart was slowly filled with strange and subtle emotions.

This is my own private bathroom, so I only prepared a bath soap.

So the two of them have to use the same bath soap.

It was too intimate, and the sense of shame that had faded suddenly reappeared.

Vicia shivered slightly, and the small piece of bath soap suddenly fell from her hand.

Her mind was blank. Vicia rubbed her palms with a slightly greasy feeling. She didn't know what to think. She slowly approached the middle of the bathtub, trying to retrieve the fallen soap.

Stepping on the air under her feet, Visia suddenly fell into the water, and the water flowed quickly over her head.

The worst thing was that there was a sudden sharp spasm in the calf, and she couldn't stand up immediately.

Struggling heavily in the water, the cloth strips on her eyes slipped off, and the suffocation feeling of dying hit Visia's sanity.

In a trance, she saw a blurry figure swimming towards her, and in the next instant, she was pulled out of the water and the air re-entered her lungs.

"Your Majesty Vicia, are you all right?" There was some hesitation in his tone, and there was obvious worry in his words.

Just when Wen Lin wanted to rip off the cloth strip on her eyes, Vicia's articulated hand held her hand first.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, don't pick it,"

Vicia coughed a few times weakly, she put her head on Wen Lin's shoulder, her voice was thick and nasal.

Wen Lin's hand went around her arm, wrapping her tightly.

This is an extremely intimate pose.

It's soft and creamy, and it's strangely crispy that you can't help but tremble. numbness.

The throat slid down, and Vicia closed her eyes a little guilty. She could even clearly feel the numbness rising from the tailbone to the spine, and finally flowing along the skin texture all over the body.

Maintain a tight hug. The distance between them was silent, and the two were silent.

After she came to her senses, Vicia pushed Wen Lin away without hesitation, and deliberately let go of her cold tone, "Lord Wen Lin, you just stand here, I'm done washing, and you can come out after I leave,"

Wen Lin's reaction was indifferent, she stood in the middle of the bathtub and spit out, "Okay,"

Almost hurriedly out of the bath, Vicia dried her body in a panic, put on her clothes, and left here as if she were escaping.

After Vicia left, Wen Lin tore off the cloth strips on her eyes, and there was a large area of ​​thin red around her eyes.

She shook her head and walked out of the bath. It seemed that after bathing, her head began to feel a strong sense of dizziness.

After getting dressed, Wen Lin followed the memory of when she came, and staggered back to the room with the fireplace.

This is like a room dedicated to enjoying the scenery or chatting. The windows are large and decorated with transparent glass. The charming scenery outside the castle is unobstructed. There are no extra clutter in the room, only a fireplace and a few Zhang Dwarf collapsed.

Lying down on the squat next to the fireplace, Wen Lin's remaining consciousness gradually became drowsy, and she quickly fell asleep completely.

And Vicia came to the top floor of the castle for the first time after leaving the bathroom.

The cool wind was blowing, Visiah supported the arch with one hand, and the heat that couldn't stop surging on her body gradually subsided.

No one has ever been so ignorant and presumptuous.

It was a so-called humiliation, a blatant provocation.

The sporadic anger was burning in Visia's eyes, she was going to take revenge, Vihia thought firmly.

However, when Vicia went downstairs, Wen Lin disappeared, and none of the maids knew where she went.

After thinking for a while, Vicia walked to the second floor. Unexpectedly, Wen Lin was by the fireplace, and she was already asleep.

After serving the prepared hangover soup and signaling the maids not to come in, Visia closed the door and slowly sat down beside Wen Lin.

At this time, Wen Lin's eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks were flushed, Vichy reached out her hand, and before she touched her forehead, she already felt a scorching temperature.

Her eyes sank, Vicia touched Wen Lin's forehead, and then touched her neck and wrist.

The temperature was very hot, and Wen Lin was like a fully cooked crab at this time, and every inch of her skin was bright red.

It was a little disturbed, and it seemed that some kind of confusing emotion was sinking in Vicia's heart, and her thoughts of trying to make fun of Wen Lin instantly disappeared.

Putting down the hangover soup, Vicia walked out quickly, instructing the maid to rush back to the palace quickly, and go to invite Dort Medical Officer to come.

Everything Wen Lin did in the castle, Vicia knew clearly, using herbs to treat diseases, using roses as mouth grease, using grass roots as face cream...

Because of the relationship between Wen Lin and Dort, the subconscious Vicia chose Dot.

When she reacted, Vicia was a little stunned.

She clearly felt that her current state was too strange, and it seemed that she was always under the influence of Wen Lin.

This is obviously not a good thing for the monarch of a country.

She should be independent of everyone, see clearly the interests that everyone seeks, and use them to achieve her own goals.

Compassion and compassion should never have appeared.

This cluster of weak flames mixed with personal emotions should be put out firmly.

Her breathing was a little stagnant, and Visia no longer looked at Wen Lin, who was on the slump. She walked out of the castle as if escaping.

Looking at the bright and dark clouds in the distance, Vicia's chaotic eyes returned to a calm silence.

She is the monarch of the Golan, and she can only think and do for the Golan.

Until the four-wheeled carriage from the royal court drove into the castle, Vicia did not go back.

She stood outside the castle until dark.

Along with the Dort doctor came Mrs. Yaz, who immediately arranged everything in the castle in an orderly manner.

When the moon appeared in the sky, Mrs. Yaz walked to Vicia,

"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Wen Lin has woken up, and it seems that the wine has also woken up. At this time, he is waiting for you in the main hall,"

Vicia's heart skipped a beat, her eyes twinkling, "It's not a fever, it's just because you're drunk?"

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

With an affirmative answer, Vicia breathed a sigh of relief. She walked slowly into the main hall, her eyes hidden in the shadows wondering what she was thinking.

Food was placed on the long wooden table, and the chandelier above was burning with warm yellow fireworks, illuminating the main hall very brightly.

Seeing Vicia walk in, Wen Lin bowed her head and saluted, never looking up at her.

It's a deliberate avoidance.

Wen Lin slept for an afternoon. After sobering up, those unspeakable fragments appeared in her mind intermittently.

The most important thing is that these clips are discontinuous, and Wen Lin doesn't know which step she has achieved.

She took off Vicia's clothes like she was courting death, and the bath was red. The entanglement of fruit...

What happened in the end, Wen Lin was really not impressed.

Wen Lin knew from a very young age that she was prone to intoxication. After the master's abuse of drinking, she still did not change anything. Later, even the master gave up.

So she never indulges herself on wine.

But the only exception was that she was chased and killed, and it was still very methodical.

Wen Lin clearly remembered that after jumping into the Tame River, those people jumped in without hesitation, and chased after her.

The river in the upper reaches of the royal capital has not been polluted, and it is very clear. Wen Lin has difficulty getting rid of them over a long distance.

This is a tug-of-war that tests physical strength and endurance.

With the cold water, Wen Lin's drowsy feeling of drinking subsided a little, and in a turbulent vortex, Wen Lin got rid of them with difficulty.

But I didn't expect to meet Vicia when I went ashore.

Everything that happened after that, Wen Lin has only sporadic fragments,

While eating dinner stiffly, Wen Lin choked once because of her trance.

Vicia sat opposite, with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

Wen Lin glanced at her from the corner of her eye, but couldn't see any anger.

The calmer she was, the more uneasy Wen Lin felt in her heart, her temples throbbing.

She mechanically removed the food on the plate, and after putting down the knife and fork, she turned her head uncomfortably, just not looking in the direction Vicia was in.

Wen Lin had never shown such obvious embarrassment and panic, even when she was being interrogated in Atta, she was elusive and indifferent.

Immediately thinking of revenge, Vicia took a sip of the wine and said with a light expression, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you offended me extremely rudely today,"

When her body froze, Wen Lin turned her head as if she was dying, "Your Majesty, you can do whatever you want with me,"

With a chuckle, Vicia said meaningfully,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you have already made a promise. You swore in the bathroom that you will bow to me with the deck of the ship, the rim of the shield, the shoulders of the warhorse, and the blade of the sword*1, and never betray me. ,"

Vicia deliberately bit the word "bathroom".

Wen Lin tried her best to maintain the calm on her face, the word "bathroom" instantly evoked a charming scene in her mind. She lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes cast two crescent-shaped shadows under her eyelids, covering the confusion in her eyes. thoughts.

"Your Majesty, if I really make a promise, then I will unswervingly fulfill it,"

Being able to give such a promise, Wen Lin vaguely guessed that she should have achieved the last step.

Feeling restless on her cheeks, it was too sudden, Wen Lin resisted the thought of asking, and silently thought about the plans that might need to be changed in the future.

Although she has been avoiding Vicia's gaze, the firmness in Wen Lin's words just made Vicia startled for a moment.

She suddenly didn't want to expose this funny lie.

The short meal time seemed like a long ordeal to Wen Lin.

When Visia put down her knife and fork and walked upstairs, Wen Lin's tensed shoulders and neck could be relaxed a little.

But obviously Vicia didn't want to let him go so easily. Holding the railing, Vicia had a soft smile on her face, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, I need your help,"

The weird but ambiguous atmosphere was pulling between the two, and Vicia obviously didn't want to give Wen Lin a chance to calm down and think on her own.

She brought Wen Lin into her bedroom, and the large soft bed seemed to exude some kind of silent invitation.

Wen Lin froze in place, as if on pins and needles, her face a little embarrassed.

She definitely didn't mean to do such shameless things to Vicia. Now that she's sober, if she wants to...

She couldn't do it, she didn't even have the slightest thought to struggle.

Vicia didn't notice Wen Lin's sudden change of face, and walked directly to the wooden box placed in the corner.

Open, it is a familiar oil painting.

A small hole seemed to be opened in her heart, and a small ray of warm sunlight penetrated. Vicia picked up the oil painting and brushed her fingertips slowly and cherishly.

With wetness in her eyes, Vicia blinked quickly, suppressing the sadness in her heart.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, help me hold this painting,"

no respond.

Wei Shiya turned her head strangely, only to find that Wen Lin was looking at her bed with a strange expression, and she was dazed.

Thinking of everything that happened today, it's not hard to guess what Wen Lin was thinking.

The tensed lip line suddenly bent, Vicia took light steps, and quietly appeared beside Wen Lin,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I'm already very tired, I don't need your service tonight,"

Wen Lin almost instinctively took a big step back for Visia's approach, embarrassment and shame flashed across her face.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, can you help me hang this oil painting?"

It's because I thought too much, obviously because I lost control after drinking.

But seeing Wei Shiya's unconcerned appearance, Wen Lin felt panicked for no reason.

She took the words from Vicia's hand and asked where they needed to be hung with her eyes.

Vicia pointed to the wall on the left, "Hang the middle on the right,"

Wen Lin walked over and hung the painting, but Vicia seemed to be dissatisfied with Wen Lin's hanging position and asked her to adjust the position of the painting.

This teasing game lasted for nearly an hour, until Wen Lin was sweating profusely from the torment, and Vicia was willing to give up.

Perhaps out of guilt, Wen Lin cooperated very well with Vicia's tricks.

Her eyes were light, full of restraint and tolerance.

Vicia got tired of teasing, and lost her interest. She took out the paintings from the wooden box and wiped them clean, and let Wen Lin hang them on the wall.

The woman in the painting is always the same person, and Wen Lin has a faint guess in her heart.

Until Vicia came up with a double painting depicting a woman playing with a little girl.

With the general outline and some features, Wen Lin confirmed her guess.

The woman in the painting is Queen Bonnie, the second queen of the previous king, and the little girl is Vicia.

Fumbling for the bulge on the back of the oil painting, Vicia turned her over suspiciously. After seeing the content on it clearly, Wen Lin's eyes widened in disbelief.

[Interstellar civilization dies at the end of the collapse of the universe,

I fled across eleven galaxy dimensions,

Finally landed on the pulse of Earth civilization trillions of years ago,

She is full of ignorance, oppression, darkness, disaster...

I know I'll make a sword for this move,

My body will eventually return to nothingness,

But the spirit of civilization will never die,

Justice, equality, liberty, order...

I will fight for it, now and always. 】

What surprised Wen Lin the most was that the inscription after the poem was Gunewell, and Gunneville was Wen Lin's mother in this world.

This is something that could never have appeared in this era.

Even in China in the 21st century, the content described in the poems is too bizarre.

Wen Lin's abnormality was soon discovered, Vicia came over, and when her eyes swept across the little poem, a trace of darkness flashed across,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, is there any problem with this poem?"

"Your Majesty Vicia, do you know the content of this little poem?"

"Yes, my mother once told me,"

"What is it?"

Vicia was silent for a while,