When the line of sight is drawn closer, the whole person's senses will become more acute.

Wen Lin had a smile in the corners of her eyes, her eyes were dark and serious, and the gentle rippling waves of water flowed on her delicate and clean face with the wind.

It seemed that something was swaying in Vicia's heart, she restrained her head and gestured, "Get on the horse,"

One after the other, ride together.

Wen Lin's mansion went directly, Vicia has no troublesome government affairs recently, staying outside the palace is better than inside the palace.

With the experience last time, Bessie and Namar arranged everything in an orderly manner.

During the meal, Vicia deliberately mentioned Carson, the most respected old priest in the parish of Sol,

"He is the only old man left who served Bishop Lumi, and he is also one of the few people who has seen Mrs. Gunneville with his own eyes."

With a twitch of her fingertips, Wen Lin shifted her gaze slightly and said calmly,

"Your Majesty went out of the palace just to tell me this?"

Vicia was staring at Wen Lin thoughtfully, her blue eyes seemed to be covered with a mist, making it impossible to see her true intentions.

She took a sip of milk and said lightly, "No,"

As for what it was for, Vicia didn't say anything.

Wen Lin didn't ask any further. She talked about her agreement with Lucches on her own.

"Before the Holy See trial began, Archbishop Lucches made an agreement with me to ask me not to appear in the royal city of Brenz on the day of the trial. I guess his purpose was to let me avoid the five trial bishops who came all the way from the Sistine. ,"

After thinking for a while, Wen Lin continued, "Maybe some of those five people have seen Mrs. Gunneville,"

Wen Lin's reaction was too rational and clear, and Vicia couldn't even notice any emotional fluctuations on her face.

But from the brief exchange of eyes, Vicia keenly felt her resistance and evasion, she nodded and affirmed Wen Lin's guess,

"Two of the five bishops were involved in the trial twenty years ago, and you really should avoid them,"

In fact, even after 20 years, the Holy See has never given up on finding traces of Wen Lin, but anyone who has seen Mrs. Gunneville or her portrait, sees Wen Lin again, and it is hard not to contact them in the Together.

What is it that makes the Holy See so persistent? What secrets does Wen Lin have?

Her eyes slid down Wen Lin's cheeks to the blurred outline of the fence in the distance, and an unpredictable dark light flashed in the bottom of Visia's eyes, she continued,

"Fortunately, there are very few people who have seen Mrs. Gunneville. She has only been to the royal city a few times, and she also wears a veil when she has to attend a banquet, so few people in Golan will contact you with Madame Gunneville. together,"

As soon as Wen Lin appeared in Golan, she was first assigned the identity of a guest from the far east.

In addition, Vicia's reuse of Wen Lin, even if some people doubt it, they will slowly dispel the idea.

If Wen Lin is really the only heir to the Sutherland family, she should hate the Plantagenet royal family to the core.

Connecting everything together, Wen Lin was shocked, as if from the very beginning, Vicia had prepared the groundwork for her to be the heir to the Sutherland family.

Her heart was chaotic in an instant, but it was only limited to a moment, Wen Lin asked with a light smile, "Then should I appear in front of Father Carson, or should I not?"

The deliberately prolonged brisk ending made the gradually dignified atmosphere suddenly relaxed, Vicia leaned back, followed by a smile,

"Tomorrow you should go to the parish, and you will know the answer by then,"

After dinner, the two of them went to bathe with different thoughts.

Vicia went first. When Wen Lin washed and returned to the bedroom, Vicia was already leaning on the bed. She saw Wen Lin walking in and waved with a smile.

Seeing Vicia's natural demeanor, there seemed to be something wrong, Wen Lin hesitated for a while, but walked over and chose to sit far away on the other side of the bed.

Wen Lin's hair, which she didn't have time to dry, was soaking wet, her eyes were black and bright, her neck was slightly raised, and a seductive warm light glowed on her face.

Like waiting for someone to kiss.

Vicia hid the deep meaning in her eyes, lowered her eyes to sort out the stack of deeds in front of her, and said calmly,

"Look, these are the deeds of all the Diocese of Sol that Lucches gave me, including the brewery, granary, farmland, serfs belonging to the church... and many shops facing the street,"

It was a very thick stack. Even though she knew how rich the church was, Wen Lin consciously underestimated them.

After moving a distance in Vicia's direction, Wen Lin reached out to pick up the bundle of contracts, and accidentally touched Vicia's fingers.

Just when Wen Lin was about to withdraw her hand, Vicia suddenly grabbed Wen Lin's wrist and pulled it hard.

Unprepared, Wen Lin fell on Vicia's waist. She struggled to sit up, but Vicia held her back.

The force that landed on the back of the neck was not strong, but the cool touch made Wen Lin instantly shudder, and bursts of itchiness spread out.

This feels very strange. Thinking of what Vicia did in the bedroom last time, Wen Lin's ears turned red and she felt uncomfortable.

With her hands on both sides of Vicia's body, Wen Lin let out a long sigh of relief and tried her best to calmly call Vicia, "Your Majesty,"

Wen Lin's head was drooping all the time, Vicia couldn't see her expression, but unexpectedly found her red ears, and laughed secretly in her heart.

There was no response, Wen Lin wanted to back away cautiously, but in the next instant, Vicia pinched her hot earlobe.

With a soft whistle, Wen Lin's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her fingers clenched the sheet under her body into deep folds, and she looked up at Vicia.

The blue pupil under the candlelight was filled with water, which faded away the majestic edge, but set off a bit of charm and gentleness.

Wen Lin hurriedly looked away, closed her eyes, tried her best to hold her breath, and rolled away to one side, pretending not to.

The matter said, "Your Majesty, you shouldn't make fun of me,"

The voice was very soft, fainting a little hoarseness covered by the night.

The two people on the bed, one half sitting and one lying down, their shadows reflected on the glass windows, as if they were entangled in an ambiguous way.

Vicia slowly rubbed the ring on her left hand, and a pleasant chuckle escaped from her throat,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you are nervous, what are you afraid of, or what are you expecting?"

Wen Lin's thumb was constantly spinning on the knuckles of the flexed index finger, and whenever he was nervous, he would make this little movement unconsciously.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that Wen Lin could clearly hear the deep meaning of Vicia's words and her suppressed breathing.

Vicia's voice was like a cluster of flames that ignited withered grass, causing Wen Lin to feel hot. The fingers on one side of her dangling fingers were digging into the palm of her hand, her nails digging into the flesh, and several blood lines oozing out.

She turned her head to the other side and denied awkwardly and bluntly, "No, nothing,"

Not surprised by Wen Lin's answer, Vicia smiled in a loss, "Since there is none, why are you hiding?"

Her brows were furrowed, and the restlessness in her heart could not be vented. After a brief silence, Wen Lin suddenly turned over and sat up, looking at the deed of Sol Diocese, but her mind was not on the deed at all.

Vicia didn't want to force her, so she leaned against the pillow quietly, her slightly closed eyes properly covering the loneliness that wasn't obvious at all.

The thoughts in his mind gradually became clear, and the ambiguous atmosphere between the two began to fade.

Wen Lin settled down and suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, do you know what happened twenty years ago?"

Twenty years ago, Visiah was only five years old, a child who lost her mother and was imprisoned in Ampton Palace.

As soon as she asked the exit, Wen Lin felt a little regretful, what could the five-year-old Vicia know.

Lifting the goose down quilt on her side, Vicia patted the position on her side and said in a calm tone, "You go into the quilt first,"

She was still a little uncomfortable, but Wen Lin was able to restrain herself, maintaining a calm face, and slipped into the quilt neatly.

Golan, who has entered the winter, is getting colder every day. In just a short while, the heat from Wen Lin's body has all dissipated.

As soon as she got into the quilt, Vicia felt the coldness coming from her side.

Wen Lin also realized that, she quietly moved to the side, and tightly tucked the quilt between the two.

Vicia, who took Wen Lin's little movements into her eyes, raised her lips without any trace, and looked sideways at the dark night outside the window.

The window is facing the towering St. Margaret's Cathedral. The spire that has been chopped off has been repaired, and the faint golden light on the spire can be seen from a distance.

Letting herself fall into memory, Vicia began to slowly tell the story of the past,

"I have heard my mother say that Mrs. Gunneville is the most knowledgeable and gentle woman she has ever met, and she even praised her for being more tolerant and kind than Bishop Lumi."

"Perhaps it is for this reason that Bishop Lumi did not hesitate to sentence the Holy See after she was persecuted to death by the Holy See,"

"But there are very few traces left by Mrs. Gunneville. As for why she was targeted by the Holy See, it is impossible to find out. Perhaps only Bishop Lumi and Lucches know the answer."

"And they had already escaped from the royal court. The Duke of Sutherland was once the most outstanding warrior in Golan. Two years after escaping from the capital, he became the well-deserved pirate king in the waters of Dover. With the power of pirates, They began to fight back against the pursuit of the Holy See,"

"But because of my mother..."

Having said that, Vicia stopped suddenly, she turned her head to look at Wen Lin, her elegant and delicate profile outlined a little sadness and guilt.

She lay down, turned her body sideways, and met Wen Lin's eyes.

"However, in order to save my mother, the Duke of Suthers and Lady Gunneville fell into the trap designed by the Holy See and Henry VIII. sunk into the deep sea, the Holy See tried to go into the water to find their bones, but found nothing,"

Wen Lin listened quietly, Vicia's voice was as soft as a swirling night wind, but something seemed to be quietly becoming heavy between the two.

Her eyes flickered, Wen Lin kept silent, let the wetness in her eyes appear, and then calmed down, and so on.

"Wen Lin, Mrs. Gunneville loves you, you should call her mother," the dark night filled her eyes, Vicia's fingertips landed on the end of Wen Lin's eyes, slowly wiping away the spot Stubborn water light that refuses to fall.

Vicia had long noticed that whenever she mentioned Duke Sutherland and Lady Gunneville, Wen Lin always subconsciously showed a disguised indifference and indifference.

Wen Lin has always stubbornly called them Lady Gunneville and Duke Sutherland.

But the sadness that was hidden by her could be felt by Vicia, and she could clearly feel it.

Her heart hurts even more than Wen Lin.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wen and the Queen lacked the love of their parents in their childhood, and they can empathize with it.