The Fangtings slum gathers the lowest groups of the entire royal city.

Wen Lin's promise quelled their anger, and hesitation and deep longing collided between them.

A rotten mire full of stench and filth that has been forgotten by God, is it really possible to be favored by the light?

The winter sun was diluted in the gray clouds, and scattered sparsely on Wen Lin's body, but the light plated on her was particularly conspicuous.

Like a razor-sharp blade, it cuts into all darkness.

Someone knelt down tremblingly, followed by the second, third, fourth...

They knelt down at Wen Lin's feet, bent down deeply, and pressed their foreheads to the dirty ground.

"Please save us, please raise a banner to break free from misery, please lead the building of a fortress against misfortune,"

The sudden change made the unscrupulous people in the crowd have nowhere to hide. They looked at the people who were kneeling one after another. In a hurry, about two dozen people hurriedly pulled away from the crowd and ran away.

Humphreys, who was always watching the situation vigilantly, responded immediately, and the guards in cold armor quickly chased after him.

Hanvers stood outside the crowd, and Wen Lin, who was accepting the crowd's kowtow, was clearly reflected in his pupils.

The expected chaos and danger did not occur, and a crowd of kneeling people surrounded her.

The robe fluttered and rolled, clinging to the outline of her thin and thin body, as if it had been melted together with the shimmer to form a towering figure of a **** side by side.

The scene at this moment seemed familiar to Humphus. He remembered the day when Her Majesty Vicia was judged by the Holy Court, and as it is now, an indestructible rose tempered from fire.

The words Wen Lin said at the banquet suddenly exploded in Hanvers' mind, "I am their destiny."

At this moment, Hanvers seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Wen Lin always looked around the crowd calmly. She walked forward, and the crowd automatically separated to both sides.

Walking back to Hanvers, Wen Lin handed the stack of detailed documents left by Father Carson to Hanvers, whispered a few words in his ear, and said something to the attendant behind her.

That night, plenty of bread, hot water, a change of clothes, and alcohol were shipped into the Fountains ghetto.

According to the information left by Father Carson and Wen Lin's order, Humphreys divided the people into two groups, one group took them to the country estate in Wangjiao, and the other group stayed in Fangtings Abbey for the time being.

Seeing that more and more people were taken away, those who were left became uneasy.

Someone asked gruffly, "Why can they be taken away, and we shall be left behind,"

Hanvers glanced at the sound, and the man who spoke was a man with obvious resentment. He couldn't hide the suffocation. Compared with the person who was taken away, he was obviously much stronger.

The grievances of others around them were less obvious, but they also showed obvious dissatisfaction.

Hanvers' eyes suddenly became cold. Those who were not taken away were not recorded by Father Carson. After eating the food, everyone was grateful.

They were the only ones who showed their resentment, especially the few who were left behind. Hanvers had an impression of them. At that time, they knelt down reluctantly, and their actions seemed to be more conspiracy. .

Humphreys, known for his ruthless methods, ignored them and instead ordered the guards to strengthen their guard to avoid any trouble.

At this time, Wen Lin was riding a horse around the Fangtings slum. To be honest, the location of the Fangtings Monastery is not bad. Wen Lin imagined that it would be knocked down and rebuilt into a new commercial area like the Yinhe Village.

The commercial development of Golan is slow and backward, and the shops in the center of Wangcheng lack planning, are crowded, and appear very chaotic.

Wen Lin carefully planned how to promote the development of Golan's business. When Wen Lin unknowingly returned to the slum, a familiar carriage came into sight.

It was Wang Ting's carriage, and the familiar maids were standing on both sides of the carriage.

Wen Lin dismounted and walked to the car window, softly calling, "Your Majesty Vicia,"

"Your Excellency, get in the car," the carriage responded immediately.

Wen Lin's frowning brows and eyes were instantly dyed with a thin smile. Before getting into the carriage, Wen Lin suddenly stopped, frowning at the dirty cloak on her body.

After standing still and taking off the cloak, Wen Lin bent down and entered the carriage with satisfaction.

Today is a rare sunny day in the Golan winter, but at night, the temperature plummeted and it was still freezing.

Seeing Wen Lin wearing a thin jacket, the smile on Vicia's face suddenly faded a little.

A small wooden table was set up in the carriage, and on the table was a food box.

You don't need to ask Wen Lin to know that it is for herself, and her heart is filled with joy, but at the same time she is a little cautious and cramped.

Sitting down on the other side, Wen Lin didn't notice Vichy's anxiety at all. Seeing that Vicia didn't speak, she stretched out her hand to open the food box.

Two bright oil lamps were lit in the carriage. As soon as Wen Lin moved, Vicia saw her frozen red hands.

Taking a closer look, Wen Lin's cheeks were also frozen red.

Vicia frowned and patted Wen Lin's hand away. When Wen Lin was confused, she reached out and took off the thick cloak on her body.

"Put on the cape first," the tone was flat, still unable to hide the meaning of concern.

Staring at the cape in Vicia's hand for a while, Wen Lin's eyes were curled with a rippling smile, she waved her hand,

"Vishia, I'm not cold, you quickly put it on yourself," Wen Lin said with a hint of urging.

Wen Lin didn't think there was anything wrong. She practiced ancient martial arts and had a strong physique.

Vicia stopped talking, and looked at Wen Lin with deep eyes.

As soon as the car fell silent, the sound of each other's breathing was clearly audible.

Feeling flustered for no reason, Wen Lin explained

He said, "Your Majesty, I'm not cold,"

Because of Wen Lin's active explanation, Vicia's cold expression softened slightly, but when she reached out and touched Wen Lin's cold fingers, her face became even more ugly, and then said, "Your Excellency, sit next to me,"

The two of them had done more intimate actions. Wen Lin took advantage of the situation to hold Vicia's fingers and sat down beside Vicia.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, Vicia hugged Wen Lin with a very strong attitude, and then wrapped her tightly with a cloak.

When the skin touches, there is a warm feeling.

Vicia didn't let go immediately, Wen Lin froze for a moment, then her tight shoulders slowly relaxed, and with Vicia's strength, she leaned into her arms.

Feeling the gradually rising temperature in her arms, Vicia bent her lips, and snuggling up so intimately, even if she did nothing, was satisfying.

Wen Lin's body is very soft, and it is very comfortable to hold, especially when it is displayed in front of her in an extremely soft posture, she lightly sniffs the faint fragrance from Wen Lin's body, and the unspeakable satisfaction makes Visia's heart full.

She kissed Wen Lin's forehead, her fingers slipped from the end of her eyes, and she rubbed down a little bit, until Wen Lin's hands and cheeks were warmed up, Visiah didn't let go of her.

The slightly hoarse voice revealed already emotional restraint, "Your Excellency, let's eat first,"

Inside the food box were the steaming chicken soup, bread, and a few pieces of fried fish that Wen Lin usually likes to eat.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Wen Lin realized that she hadn't eaten.

Suddenly feeling a little empty in her stomach, Wen Lin didn't hesitate, and started to fill her stomach.

Wen Lin took out the letter that had been in her sleeve and put it aside.

As soon as Vicia lowered her eyes, she could see the words on the envelope clearly, her eyes trembled suddenly, but her expression was still unpredictable and calm.

After Wen Lin finished eating, the maid came in and took the things away, Vicia picked up the letter on the side and asked in a low voice,

"Is this a letter to you from Father Carson?"

"Yes, and some information about the ghetto of Fangtings,"

The window was opened a slit for ventilation, facing the cold wind, Wen Lin's expression was a little dignified, "Father Carson was killed, it must have something to do with the fact that I went to see him,"

Whenever Wen Lin's life experience is mentioned, the atmosphere becomes dull.

Wen Lin talked about her guesses, and incidentally mentioned the planning of Fangtingsi slum area. Vicia observed every slight change on Wen Lin's face without any trace, and did not miss any strangeness.

It seemed that Wen Lin didn't know about that yet.

Looking back at the unopened letter, Vicia's eyes flashed a fleeting chill, what would Carson write in the letter? Will you tell Wen Lin the so-called truth?

I don't know when, the fingers of the two were tightly clasped together, and when Visia was absent, she unconsciously exerted force.

Wen Lin felt Vicia's absent-mindedness and asked worriedly, "Is Your Majesty tired?"

It was getting late, and the government affairs that needed to be dealt with during this time began to increase again. Every time Visiah spent time out of the palace during the day, she needed to make up for it at night.

Thinking of Wei Shiya's not good enough sleep time, Wen Lin hesitated for a moment, but said, "Your Majesty, if you don't have to go out of the palace in person in the future, just instruct the attendant to bring it here,"

The two have a common bad problem, that is, when they are concentrating on dealing with problems, they often forget to eat and sleep because they are too focused.

Mrs. Yaz was always paying attention to Visia, while Wen Lin was more casual.

Wen Lin will care about Vicia's diet and sleep, and Vihia will naturally care about her.

Wen Lin thought that if she used the excuse that she would take care of herself, it would be too perfunctory, so she turned to saying that at times like this in the future, other people could bring food over.

The recovered Vicia smiled faintly, she and Wen Lin's eyes met, and a warm feeling flowed from her heart,

"Your Excellency, I just want to see you,"

The obvious love is obvious.

She said so frankly about her misses, Wen Lin felt happy, but at the same time she felt shy, and she couldn't help but start to reflect on whether she was ignoring Vicia's feelings too much.

For example, she was often the one who took the initiative to come out of the palace to find her, but she didn't want to go to the royal court easily if it was an important matter.

Obviously, Vicia had already given herself the right to enter and leave the royal court at any time.

Now that the two of them have already figured out their relationship, maybe she should take the initiative in the future, Wen Lin thought about it, and leaned forward and touched Vicia's lips,

"Your Majesty, I will often enter the palace in the future,"

Looking at Wen Lin quietly for a moment, Vicia's eyes gathered a strong smile, and she lightly restrained her expression, "Okay, I'll wait,"

The heart jumped suddenly, wrapped in a sweet breath.

Sitting quietly next to each other for a while, Wen Lin estimated that the time could not be delayed any longer, "Your Majesty, it's time for me to go,"

Smile, nod.

Out of the corner of the eye, when Wen Lin was about to take the letter, Vicia narrowed her eyes and picked up the letter first.

The author has something to say: Wei: I just want to see you (and miss you)

Wen: Then I deliver it to the door myself?