"I regret your indifference to your injury, but it is clear that your ill-advised actions are likely to put you in danger again,"

Frowning, the suppressed but not vented emotions seriously affected Wen Lin's demeanor and tone.

After calmly adjusting her sitting position, Vicia looked up at Wen Lin,

"It's up to you whether the injury is good or bad, isn't it?"

The queen's cloak slid down, she leaned back slightly, her chin lifted slightly, and her calm tone overlapped with fearless arrogance.

There is still one day left before Grendal swings his knife.

Wen Lin moved her hand on one side, frowning unconsciously. Strictly speaking, she didn't have any position to scold Vicia.

Those black eyes that seemed to be covered with ice and snow looked at Vicia for a moment, still indifferent.

Wen Lin didn't believe that Vicia would let her injury go in order to be angry with herself.

This time, however, Wen Lin guessed wrong, and until twilight fell again, Vicia did not allow any of the maids to approach her.

When Mrs. Yaz came in to persuade, she scolded her out.

The burning brazier made the air hot and dry, and the heat kept rising in the stalemate between the two.

An increasingly heavier and heavier disturbance like the night was deposited in Wen Lin's eyes, her lips moved, and then stopped abruptly.

In the end, Wen Lin kept silent, walked to Vicia, reached out and waved the document in her hand, and began to change the medicine.

The movement was a bit rude, Vicia let out a pained snort, Wen Lin's breathing stopped for a moment, and when she moved again, her strength unconsciously became lighter.

A smile rolled from the depths of her pupils, Vicia reached out her hand and gently hooked Wen Lin's chin,

"Your Excellency, you are angry for me, listen, your heartbeat has lost its steady rhythm because of me,"

The cool fingertips slipped from the chin down the neck, and finally stopped on the chest. Following Wen Lin's posture of changing the dressing, Vicia slowly moved towards Wen Lin's cold face, and her voice suddenly dropped.

"I am also the fang in the mouth of the beast, and I have not been alone for a moment,"

Vicia was laughing, but there were tears at the end of her eyes.

"You're a lunatic," Wen Lin snorted, vague anger and sourness flashed in Wen Lin's eyes alternately, and in an instant it returned to calm, she stared at Vicia, "I am ruthless, use myself as a tusk. , your heart is as hard as steel,"

"For a monarch, this is a compliment," Vicia smiled silently, she stretched out her hand around the back of Wen Lin's neck, her fingers intertwined with her long smooth black hair.

Her body froze, Wen Lin changed her medicine without changing her face, and was about to back away when she got up, but was pulled by the collar of Vicia.

Vicia pulled Wen Lin towards her, buried her face in her neck, and let the reassuring breath drown her breath.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, do you hate me because of my concealment and use?"

The hot and humid breath lingered on the side of Wen Lin's neck, her heart tightened, and her fingers curled up.

Fumbling to press the back of Vicia's hand, Wen Lin wanted her to let go, but found that the strength in front of her neckline was inexplicably amazing.

She took a slight breath, and in the next moment, suppressed emotions burst out from the depths of Wen Lin's pupils. She pressed against Vicia's shoulders, overwhelming her against the soft pillow.

The rapid, warm breath floated up and down in the still air.

"Let me guess, when will you get tired of playing such ambiguous tricks," Wen Lin restrained Vishya condescendingly, her tone contained a resentment she hadn't noticed.

She carefully looked at the pale Vicia, and spit out words that could easily touch nerves,

"You need me, because of my special features, I can loot wealth, I can help you kill Livona, I can drive away the disease, and even all the secrets in me that are useful to you,"

"You can't wait to learn everything about me, and after I'm out of use, you start thinking about how to get rid of me?"

"It's like you get rid of chess pieces that are useless,"

"Am I right? My dear sire,"

Wen Lin no longer forbears, no longer gives in, there is something terrifying in her eyes.

She was engulfed by the inexplicable emotion that swallowed all her calm and restraint, and she did not hesitate to lift the fig leaf between the two under the sun.

Vicia looked up at Wen Lin, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes abruptly, opened them again, her voice was extremely calm,

"While I am a monarch, I am also a woman. I am not born to be a vicious snake and scorpion. I cry, laugh, hurt, and grieve..."

"The position under me determines that I will fight for the Golan for the rest of my life. It is my lifelong mission to lead it to glory and immortality, even if it is full of emptiness, ignorance, decay, and blood. This process is long and arduous, and I am destined to suffer countless People's scolding and betrayal, but I never thought you were among those people,"

"Your Excellency, I appreciate your talent, your talent, I give you trust, give you tolerance, and never be stingy. I long for you to move forward with me. Maybe sometimes I am not honest with you, but I have never been Take back the hand that I held out to you, even at this moment,"

The air fell into silence again, and the eyes of the two were intertwined in the air, colliding and inseparable.

She can always use blameless reasons to refute herself, to convince herself, and even to deceive herself.

Wen Lin's hands loosened for a moment, she leaned down suddenly, her fingers slid behind Vicia's eyes and behind her ears, almost without any hesitation, covered those two thin lips.

Strong, fast, and without the slightest retreat.

It seems to be venting, and it seems like a madness that is willing to indulge.

Repeatedly grinding between the lips and teeth, from the soft outline to the out-of-control grinding, like a wind and snow, and like a flame, the sweetness and bitterness spread on the tip of the tongue together.

Confused breathing, unspeakable chaos.

The ends of the eyes are red, and the tip of the tongue

There was a sharp pain, and Wen Lin pulled away abruptly.

Vicia is panting lowly, her eyes are blurred with water, and there are traces of being swept on her slightly swollen lips.

Wen Lin lowered her head again, smoothing the strands of hair gently and meticulously. She looked at Vicia's dark eyes, which were deep and without a trace of light.

"Your Majesty Vicia, I don't resist this ambiguous trick, but you have to give me something to convince me,"

Slap ~ a crisp slap in the face.

The smell of blood between her lips and teeth suddenly became heavier. Wen Lin was beaten and turned her head away. She licked her lips and sneered abruptly.

The pain and short-lived suffocation caused by the arrow wound made Visia feel dizzy. She closed her eyes with complicated emotions and didn't want to look at Wen Lin anymore, and said coldly, "Your Excellency, go out,"

Her eyes stayed on Vicia's face for a short time, and Wen Lin turned to open the door, motioned for Mrs. Yaz to come in to take care of her, and strode out of the White House.

The palm prints on Wen Lin's face were obvious, Mrs. Yaz's throat moved, and her eyes narrowed.

Holding the long knife, Wen Lin walked out of the White House, not knowing where she was going for a while.

She walked aimlessly to the outermost battlement, looking at the dark outline of the building under the night.

A day later, there will be a fierce battle in the Royal Court Square.

Vicia had never mentioned anything to Wen Lin, she didn't know how strong the two sides were and what the odds were.

The wind hovering on the rough city wall shook out a little worried, and then thinking of Francis' confident appearance, Wen Lin shook her head mockingly.

Turning around, Wen Lin looked around at the splendid castle behind her. As the queen's residence, Wehmint Castle has multiple curtain walls and tall arrow towers inside and outside the castle. It is often a well-equipped castle. In the case of disparity in strength, it can block the enemy for several months.

Besides, the Sax family has already entered the game, and Ivishia's drastic means should not give them a chance to counterattack.

Her fingers slowly rubbed along the crisscrossing stone patterns on the stone surface, Wen Lin thought in a mess, and stood on the battlement with the cold night wind until the middle of the night.

To Wen Lin's surprise, Mrs. Yaz came over.

With Vicia's cloak in her hand, she climbed the battlement and draped the cloak over Wen Lin's shoulders,

"Your Majesty Wen Lin, no matter what happened between you and His Majesty, you should go back to rest,"

The depressing atmosphere in the royal court was not relaxed because of Vicia's sobriety, but instead news of His Majesty's death came out. Yaz knew that something **** and sinful would soon happen.

And Wen Lin is Vicia's guarantee before she recovers completely. Even if Vihia doesn't mention it, Yaz will come to her.

From Yaz's point of view, Wen Lin was like a bow ready to go. She couldn't see sleepiness on her face, as if she was always in a state of energy.

But how could people not need to rest? Mrs. Yaz was a little worried. She always felt that Wen Lin might collapse at some point without warning.

Wanting to say no, Wen Lin didn't want to go back to the White House for the time being, she felt depressed.

"Miss Wenlin, it was Her Majesty Vicia who asked me to come to you. You have experienced her stubbornness."

As if he had anticipated Wen Lin's reaction, Yaz moved Visia out.

Confused and helpless, the cloak seemed to be still warm, so Wen Lin lowered her eyes and said, "Let's go,"

After returning to the White House, Mrs. Yaz did not enter Visia's bedroom with Wen Lin.

There were only two people left in the huge room.

Vicia was half-sitting on the bed, the dim light poured down and shrouded her face, and the pair of blue eyes that looked over seemed to be the same as before.

Calm, undisturbed, without a trace of other emotions.

As if nothing had happened between them, she didn't even look at Wen Lin for a moment, she quietly flipped through the book in her hand, as if there was no Wen Lin in the room.

Wen Lin stood at the door without approaching. After a long silence, just when Wen Lin was about to leave.

A familiar, steady tone rang out, "Your Excellency, what is your relationship with Bishop Lucches? Ordinary friends, or even more intimate friends?"

For a few breaths, Wen Lin didn't understand why Vicia mentioned Lucches at this moment.

She didn't hide her surprise and said, "Ordinary friend,"

Putting down the book in her hand, Vicia's lips curled into a very shallow smile, with a hint of scrutiny,

"Your Excellency, since you left the royal court last time, you have been rushing to the brewery to make alcohol and send it to Yinhe Village, even disregarding your own life and my obstruction, and decided to step in to treat the disease."

Vicia's chest heaved and she paused for a while before continuing, "I don't mean to blame at all, you just need to tell me frankly that you must enter Yinhe Village, is it related to Bishop Lucches?"

The author has something to say: Wen: Yes, that's right, I just want to save him, and then I will cheat him!

There won't be a second update tonight, let's make a 4D chapter tomorrow~