It was a chaotic night, Wen Lin didn't know when she fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, Wen Lin was startled to realize that she was being held in a soft embrace, and her breath was filled with the cold fragrance of Vicia.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he directly slammed into Vichy's smiling blue pupils.

From a close look, Vicia's face seemed to be covered with a warm luster, and there were no pores to be seen, and her gentle and focused expression was enough to make one's heart sway.

"It's already noon, Your Excellency Wen Lin," with a slightly husky voice.

Wen Lin stared at her, couldn't help holding her breath, and tried her best to lift her neck back, "Your Majesty, don't forget that you are the monarch of Golan, I will forget everything last night,"

Wen Lin's tone was calm, but her cheeks were hot.

Vicia stretched out her hand, paused in the air for a few seconds, and then stroked it firmly.

The fingers moved up from the chin slowly along the outline of Wen Lin's face, and finally stopped between her eyebrows, the quiet and turbulent emotions in her eyes no longer concealed,

"Sir, what are you afraid of?"

The messy heart suddenly sank, and the corners of Wen Lin's lips twitched. She broke free from Vicia's arms, and then quickly turned over and sat up.

"Your Majesty Vicia, you belong to the Golan. You will face countless people in the Golan. They will not accept a monarch who falls in love with a woman, and I will never accept a secret lover status."

Wen Lin has never touched love, she only knows that her feelings for Vicia are different.

She likes being close to Vicia, but that doesn't mean she's willing to accept a closer relationship between the two.

It is good to maintain the status quo between the ruler and the minister.

What's more, there are other things lying between them.

Her thoughts gradually returned to her cage, Wen Lin tilted her head slightly in thought, her thoughts became smoother as she thought about it, and then she calmly put on her clothes under Vicia's gaze.

"Your Majesty, I'll take you back to the royal court later,"

Vicia's eyes were fixed on Wen Lin, watching her return to her calm and restrained appearance.

With her eyes slightly scattered, Vicia raised the corner of her mouth very cleverly, covering up the unspeakable loss in her heart.

Wen Lin was right, maybe she couldn't even give her an upright lover status.

Wen Lin has no less pride than any of her own, she will not accept the identity of a lover.

There will be many obstacles between them.

Rubbing her forehead slightly tired, Vicia sat up with her eyes down and her legs bent, and tapped her fingers on her knees for a moment.

She was the one who acted recklessly last night. Wen Lin deliberately concealed her anger and she did not think about it in more detail. Now is obviously not the right time.

In addition to remorse, Vicia didn't retreat in the slightest.

She could clearly feel that Wen Lin had love for her, even if Wen Lin never declared it.

The atmosphere of silence spread between the two, Wen Lin's eyes were disturbed by Vicia's slightly far-fetched expression, and she took the initiative to look away, not wanting to meet Vicia's eyes.

Going out the door, Wen Lin called the maids in to serve and wash.

The air outside was thin and cold, Wen Lin breathed a long sigh of relief, and after washing outside the door, she walked to the restaurant first.

While eating, they were silent.

Until Vicia was going back to the royal court, when the two walked to the door together, Vicia stopped suddenly, turned around, and waved away the maid,

The quiet eyes fell on Wen Lin, and there was no ambiguity that crossed the line at all.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to send it,"

"Also, Wen Lin, I want to tell you again, I'm in love with you,"

"It's not persecution, I just want to tell you that I'm willing to wait, and I'm willing to pay the due price for my waiting,"

"One day, I will let all Golan people know this love,"

There was a firm determination in her voice, and Wen Lin saw a very gentle light in Vichy's eyes.

Wen Lin's face was deliberately calm, she bent down and stared at the floor tiles without saying a word.

Taking a deep look at Wen Lin, Vicia stepped onto the carriage at a very fast pace.

Wen Lin stood there for a long time, until she couldn't hear the rolling sound of the wheels at all, then she raised her head and glanced at the end of the road.

There seemed to be a gap in the bottom of my heart, some sour, some tingling, but this emotion disappeared in a moment under Wen Lin's calm expression.

She walked back to the mansion and had His Highness Latimer summoned.

Latimer was only six years old, and Wen Lin asked Brown to find a special teacher to teach him etiquette, music, dance, swimming and so on.

When he is older, he will undergo systematic training in military, physical fitness, combat, and horse handling.

Latimer, who appeared again in front of Wen Lin's eyes, had undergone a very significant change from the timid and timid appearance when he first saw him, and he could vaguely glimpse the rudimentary royal demeanor.

He walked up to Wen Lin and shouted respectfully, "Teacher,"

Wen Lin nodded slightly and replied, "His Royal Highness Latimer, I will stay in Yinhe Village for the next two days. If you are willing to go with me, maybe I can teach you something other than the course."

Brown will arrange all the courses that Latimer should learn, but Vicia left people here again, and it is obviously not appropriate to ignore them all the time.

In any case, Latimer is the current first-in-line heir. Wen Lin thought about it, and while he was still young, she could more or less instill some good ideas.

In this way, even if you turn against Vicia in the future, it can reduce some threats.

For some reason, the last words of Visia suddenly appeared in Wen Lin's mind, "One day, I will let the people of Golan know this love,"

Suddenly Wen Lin looked at Latimer with another layer of meaning.

Latimer will undoubtedly have a great deal if the queen doesn't marry a man

The big one could be the next monarch of the Golan.

Did Vicia already have a plan? Only then will Latimer be sent to him.

Wen Lin frowned, as if she was very puzzled, but in just a short while, she was completely restrained.

"Teacher, I'm willing to go," Latimer's eyes lit up instantly.

After all, it was a child. Latimer couldn't hide his admiration for Wen Lin in his eyes, even if he deliberately restrained his demeanor.

Wen Lin smiled slightly, picked him up, mounted her horse, and hurried to Yinhe Village.

There are endless fields and forests on the road, and Latimer, who has been locked in the Forbidden Palace for five years, looks around curiously.

Even if you see a cow on the road, you will exclaim, with a child's unique innocence.

Wen Lin couldn't help thinking in her heart, how did Vicia survive in the Forbidden Palace for more than ten years.

Looking at Latimer, her eyes softened, and Wen Lin reached out and rubbed the golden curly hair on his head, and said warmly, "If Your Highness wants to come out in the future, you can ask the housekeeper to take you out, provided you bring enough guards, "

Latimer, who was still somewhat restrained at first, suddenly became excited after feeling Wen Lin's kindness, and he said cautiously,

"Teacher, I want to come out with you. My maid once told me that there will be a savior who will save me from my misery, and now my savior has really appeared,"

After waiting for a long time, Wen Lin did not respond.

Latimer was apprehensive, he turned his head hesitantly, but found that Wen Lin was looking at him with serious eyes.

He shrank in fear and whispered, "Teacher,"

With a silent smile, Wen Lin pulled the reins, hugged Latimer and got off the horse, squatted down in front of him, her eyes were level with her,

"His Royal Highness Latimer, if you really see me as your savior, can you tell me who taught you what to say this time and last time? I only ask you as a teacher,"

Latimer's face suddenly turned pale, he pursed his lips and answered incoherently, "Teacher, I don't want to deceive you, but..."

Wen Lin interrupted him forcefully and said solemnly, "Your Highness, only if you are honest enough, I will reveal my sincerity to you,"

After a stalemate, Latimer spit out a name, "Dahram,"

Durham, the Cardinal Archbishop of the Royal City of Brenz, the Supreme Leader of the Golan Church.

Wen Lin's eyes darkened for a moment, and when she thought of the approaching Holy See trial, she suddenly flashed a stern look.

"Latimer, I'm very happy that you can say his name, and I will teach you well, while you stay in the mansion,"

An important reason why Wen Lin is willing to accept Latimer is that there is no hatred in his eyes, but more fear of Vicia.

Wen Lin speculated that Vicia did not deliberately treat him harshly in the forbidden palace, but instead ordered someone to take good care of him.

After choking very lightly, Latimer looked at Wen Lin's softened eyes again, and couldn't help leaning on her.

"Teacher, I really feel that you are my savior,"

It was not far from Yinhe Village, Wen Lin simply took Latimer's hand and walked slowly forward, talking to him a little bit about Vicia's efforts to develop Golan.

"Teacher, are you trying to tell me that my aunt is a wise monarch?"

"Yes, Your Highness, your aunt is indeed a good monarch. This is the first lesson I taught you, learn to use your own eyes to distinguish between good and evil,"

Latimer seems to understand, but he is still most afraid of Vicia, especially since he was told when he was a child that his aunt might kill him at any time, because he would be worried that he would take away the throne.

Latimer didn't understand, he never coveted the throne for a moment, he just wanted to be able to sleep peacefully every night without worrying about the possibility of not seeing the sun the next day.

Wen Lin is very patient, guides her step by step, and tells some interesting and philosophical stories at the same time.

Unlike other people in the mansion who only gave lectures dryly, Latimer listened carefully.

Unconsciously, the two walked to the entrance of the village, and Brown was reported immediately.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, Your Highness Latimer,"

Brown leaned over and saluted, reporting the latest progress to Wen Lin.

Everyone in the village is in full swing. A lot of stones have been pulled from the right side of the village entrance, and the foundation that has begun to take shape has also taken shape.

Elbo and the others also seem to get along well with everyone and are working together in tacit understanding.

The sulphur, charcoal, and saltpeter that Wen Lin needed were ready. While Wen Lin loaded them on the horse, she instructed Brown not to reveal Latimer's identity, and let him do the work for others as he could.

Brown's expression was suddenly indescribable. He looked at Wen Lin at one time, and Latimer at another time, repeatedly.

Until Latimer said, "Mr. Brown, I listen to the teacher,"

Wen Lin asked Latimer to wait for him to come back in the village, and Latimer obeyed obediently.

The extraordinarily well-behaved Latimer made Wen Lin feel like she was leading a student. She smiled and rode in the direction of the wasteland.

Sulphur and saltpeter are not much in quantity, limited by the fact that only a few pharmacists in the hands of alchemists use them.

In addition, the purity of the particles is also different from that of modern times, and it is known to make fire. The mixing ratio of the medicine was definitely not appropriate, and Wen Lin had to re-exhaust the experiment.

The author has something to say: the crematorium is still early, and it is not because of the previous incident. The crematorium is looking forward to the arrival of the era of double kings'~

Although I really want it to be finished this month, it should be at least until next month.

I had wontons for dinner, but they tasted like thin preserved eggs and porridge.