At noon, Vicia started to have a fever.

She wiped her body with the hot water and alcohol prepared in the morning, and finally lowered the temperature before nightfall.

After spending all the maids, Wen Lin poured some soup for Vicia, and checked her pulse, which was much calmer and stronger than last night.

Carefully cut open the gauze used for dressing, and wash away the thick blood with alcohol.

No matter how light Rao's movements were, Vicia still trembled in pain. She groaned, opened her eyes, and subconsciously grabbed Wen Lin's sleeves.

Wen Lin, who was holding needles and threads to sew, suddenly stopped the movements of her hands.

The moment she opened her eyes, a sharp sense of oppression poured out from the bottom of Vicia's eyes, and after seeing Wen Lin's face clearly, it all turned into a soft and hazy water light.

Wen Lin picked up the cotton cloth and wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead and the water at the end of her eyes. A warm color appeared on her brows, and she spoke soothingly,

"Your Majesty, there is one last step, please bear with it,"

Wen Lin didn't expect that Vicia would wake up halfway. She originally expected to wake up tomorrow night at the earliest.

Surprised by Vicia's strong willpower, a bit of distress flashed in Wen Lin's eyes.

When the person was awake, the severe pain at the wound was even more unbearable. Vicia clenched her teeth tightly and bent her lips hard.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I believe in you," the voice was very soft, almost silent.

After a moment of silence, Wen Lin lowered her eyes to hide her chaotic thoughts, and picked up the cloth strip to firmly fix Visiah's limbs again.

A little surprised, but Vicia didn't struggle, not only because of her trust in Wen Lin, but also because she really didn't have the strength to struggle any more.

After tearing out a small piece of cloth and putting it on Vicia's eyes, Wen Lin began to concentrate on stitching up the wound.

The wound was swollen very high, and the flesh was rolled over, which was especially terrifying on Vichy's lustrous and fair skin.

After calming down, Wen Lin pressed down around the wound, and instantly Vicia's body tensed up, with a suppressed groan of pain.

After absorbing the blood with cotton cloth, Wen Lin began to suture the wound patiently and meticulously.

Human skin is under tension. If the wound is not sutured, the wound cannot or is difficult to heal, and the mucosa is exposed, which can easily lead to infection. Suture can effectively align and stop bleeding, and improve the speed and quality of wound healing [1].

Now countless pairs of bright and dark eyes are staring at the White House, and Vicia's dangerous situation forced her to recover as soon as possible.

The needle and thread passed through the flesh, and the muscles of Visiah's whole body began to twist and spasm, but she endured it without any major struggle.

Knotting, disinfection, medicine, bandaging, all in one go.

After doing all this, Wen Lin knelt down beside the bed and the blood dripped down her fingertips into the basin filled with clear water and quickly spread.

Wen Lin looked at it slightly, the **** smell on the tip of her nose seemed to be more intense.

From last night to now, Wen Lin has not closed her eyes for a moment, she quickly regained her concentration, and stood up by clenching the edge of the bed.

Taking off the cloth strips on Vicia's limbs and eyes, Wen Lin said softly, "Your Majesty, it won't hurt so much anymore,"

After gently wiping the red marks on Vicia's wrist with warm water, Wen Linfu lowered her head and blew lightly.

In the blur, Vicia looked at Wen Lin's movements and squeezed out a little smile. The weak and tired expression was resolute and determined, "Your Excellency, I'm not afraid of pain, but I'm not willing to die like this."

The dry lips drew a sour arc, Wen Lin bent down to help Vicia up, took her into her arms, and fed her the medicinal soup on the side,

"You're not going to die," said indifferent tone, which could hardly hide the certainty.

Leaning weakly in Wen Lin's arms, Vicia's eyes flashed, and she struggled to grasp her cuff again.

At this time, Wen Lin was gentle and considerate, the rising temperature behind her entangled with her undulating breathing, and her chilling body made Visiah uncontrollably want to stick it tighter.

After Vicia had finished drinking the medicinal soup, Wen Lin put her hand against her waist and was about to back away.

There was a slight tug on her hand, Wen Lin stopped, and looked at Vicia, holding her cuffs tightly.

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin whispered,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, stay here, I'm cold," Vichy's face was filled with weakness and exhaustion. She stared at Wen Lin's face. Ya can still see clearly.

Without refusing, Wen Lin sat down beside the bed and held Vicia's hand instead, preparing to leave when she fell asleep.

Seemingly guessing what Wen Lin was thinking, Vicia's eyes were fixed on Wen Lin's face.

"Your Excellency, come to bed,"

There was not much emotion on Vicia's face, and the slightly hoarse voice was very soft, without the slightest meaning of persecution.

She looked at Wen Lin quietly, waiting for her answer.

After a while of surprise, Wen Lin opened her lips and moved, feeling a little uneasy.

Under the dark goose down quilt, Vicia's delicate and straight collarbone was slightly exposed, and under the fluffy blonde hair was a slender and fair neck. The weakness after a serious injury concealed the usual coldness and toughness, leaving only a pitiful fragile feeling.

A thin sweat oozes from her palms, and Wen Lin stood in front of the bed without moving.

Consciousness struggled in drowsiness, Vicia's breathing suddenly became rapid, she used the rest of her strength to hook Wen Lin's fingers,

"Your Mightiness,"

Like a pleading, like an urging.

Wen Lin let out a low sigh, snarling lips, but after hesitating, Wen Lin finally raised her hand to take off her coat and lay down on the other side of the bed.

The delicate cold temperature slipped quietly into Wen Lin's fingers, and their hands were tightly clasped under the goose down quilt, and Wen Lin's breathing couldn't help sinking.

She turned her head and saw that Vicia had fallen into a drowsiness, but the touch of her palms made Wen Lin uneasy.

Before Wen Lin could react, her other hand had already fallen to Wei

Between Shia's brows, she gently smoothed those few tiny creases.

Her mind was in a mess, Wen Lin seemed to think a lot at this moment, but when she calmed down and thought about it, it was blank again.

I couldn't refuse Vicia's intimacy, but reason was pulling in my mind again.

She seemed to have fallen into the middle of the endless sea, and could only rise and fall with the waves.

Uneasy, Wen Lin fell asleep, but within half an hour, she woke up suddenly.

Wen Lin breathed a sigh of relief when she checked the temperature on Vicia's forehead for the first time.

Afterwards, she carefully freed Vicia's hand, Wen Lin opened the door, motioned for Yazi to go in and guard, and she walked slowly to the front of the White House.

As long as you spend the remaining two days safely, you should be fine.

Compared to before, there were several times more knights guarding the front of the White House. Wen Lin wanted to go to Cupton Palace to find Tilia to inquire, but was blocked by a spear at the door.

"Your Majesty Wen Lin, the order of Your Majesty Francis, no one can step out of the White House until His Majesty wakes up,"

I was already bored in my heart. Although the guards were doing their best to fulfill their duties, the emotions that Wen Lin had been suppressing in their hearts urgently needed an outlet.

The guard's action was like a fuse, Wen Lin sank her eyes, stepped forward with strange steps, and drew out the long sword from his waist.

The hand holding the sword hangs down slightly, an inch back, and her thumb is raised. Wen Lin looked at them expressionlessly and said, "Bring out the sword,"

This is the etiquette of an invitation to a duel between knights.

The guards who can serve in the royal court have received systematic military training since childhood, and will have the most powerful combat masters in charge of teaching. They are the leaders of the whole country in terms of physical fitness and combat, and they are also the guarantee of Vicia's safety. .

Such contemptuous and provocative actions as Wen Lin's were almost never encountered and incomprehensible to them.

"Sword," Wen Lin shouted again, still silent.

Without any extra patience, Wen Lin neatly held the sword and stepped forward, the tip of the sword pointed directly at her throat.

Keng ~ Keng ~ Keng ~

The guard who had to draw out his sword began to confront Wen Lin. After a while, the shock on the guard's face was gradually replaced by solemnity.

Swordsmanship, also known as the supreme art, slashing and stabbing, are all exquisite techniques derived from geometry and mechanics. Every attack and defense is to result in the opponent at the most ingenious angle and at the fastest speed.

Before they entered the royal court, they had already experienced thousands of duels between life and death, and they had irreplaceable pride in their swordsmanship.

Wen Lin's move that only attacked but not defended was like showing pity for the weak, and the guard's fighting spirit was suddenly aroused.

The moves in the hands of the two almost appeared afterimages, and in a twist, the sword blade lay across the guard's neck.

A very good fight that ended very quickly.

Wen Lin picked up the sword and pointed at dozens of people in a row, her calm expression was indifferent and arrogant,

"You, come together, don't tell me that this is the top strength of the royal knights,"

It was as if they had returned to the scene on the arena that shocked everyone. The guards did not dare to relax any longer. They drew their swords and stabbed Wen Lin with the most solemn gesture.

This is a battle about dignity without the slightest killing intent, and Francis appeared in the distance at some point.

He watched Wen Lin jump up with a weird posture, followed by using her elbows and knees, dexterously shuttled between the besieging guards.

This scene, Francis seems familiar.

The dull sound of the flesh and the clanging of the weapons were especially clear in the silent night, and occasionally the crunch of the bones could be heard.

Fierce, fierce...

The swords in the guards' hands were very fast, but Wen Lin's movements were even faster. Her fists hit the hard armor, and as if there was no pain, she quickly hooked the neck of the person behind her with her knees, forcing him to kneel and then turned around to hold the sword. Welcome a few sword glows.

The guards onlookers turned from horror to deep respect. Their blood seemed to be ignited by this hearty battle, and the blood of the whole body rushed to the brain. It is difficult to describe the extreme excitement and excitement.

They watched every move of Wen Lin with both strength and skill, and they were deeply impressed. This was purely due to the worship of force.

This is also the default rule among the guards. In a battle that has nothing to do with other people, it is never considered a shame to bow to the strong.

And gender, right now, doesn't matter.

Supporting the ground with a sword, one of the guards was thrown high by Wen Lin with skill and smashed at the remaining few.

Retracting the sword gracefully, Wen Lin looked at them and said coldly, "However, it is not surprising that His Majesty Vicia will be injured under your protection,"

The air suddenly quieted down. If it came from other people's mouths, it would undoubtedly be a foolish provocation, but from Wen Lin's mouth, it left them speechless and gave birth to the slightest shame.

clap clap ~

The crisp applause broke the rigid atmosphere, Wen Lin turned around and looked, Francis was walking slowly.

"Your Excellency, now I no longer doubt Your Majesty's choice. Your presence is an honor for Golan,"

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