Latimer gave Vicia the impression that she was too thin and cowardly, and she didn't even dare to look directly at herself.

Perhaps it was the helplessness of being born in the royal family and the unfortunate experience that was very similar to childhood. Vicia did not dislike this half-brother, but the cowardice and fear that Latimer showed in front of Vicia in the previous few times made Vicia. She can't give birth to any kind of closeness.

Looking at it today, it feels different now.

He has grown taller, his skin has turned darker, his facial features are fully stretched, his body is straight, and his every move has the bearing of a royal child.

Especially when he showed his love for Wen Lin so clearly in front of him.

This is a good sign, Vicia withdrew the gaze that fell on Wen Lin's face, nodded, and walked to the dining table to sit down without saying a word.

Wen Lin replied with an inquiring look, but she didn't get a response, so she didn't know why.

But because Latimer was here, he didn't say anything and sat down at the table.

All the dishes on the table today are Chinese dishes. In addition to knives, forks and spoons, there are also a pair of chopsticks.

Latimer has only eaten improved bread and milk in Innhe Village. The bread is soft and delicious, better than the most expensive white bread, and the milk has no strange taste, even without sugar.

Looking at the alluring and completely unfamiliar dishes and tableware on the table, Latimer swallowed slightly, picked up the knife and fork and began to eat.

The already round eyes suddenly widened, it was indescribably delicious, and because of his scruples, Latimer tried to speed up his swallowing as much as possible.

But the knife and fork are very inconvenient, and there are several dishes that Latimer can only fork a little awkwardly each time.

Noticing Latimer's slightly embarrassed situation, Wen Lin took the lead in picking up chopsticks, and explained while holding a piece of fish to demonstrate,

"His Royal Highness Latimer, these two slender sticks are called chopsticks, which are a kind of tableware from the East,"

For some dishes, it is not as convenient to use chopsticks as fork and knife. Wen Lin asked the kitchen to make a few pairs of chopsticks. Vicia had already learned how to use them, but Latimer, who had obviously never seen chopsticks, didn't know how to use them at all.

After imitating Wen Lin's movements, Latimer struggled to pick up the first bite of the dish with his chopsticks. The rusty and stiff movements looked ridiculous.

With a smile in Wen Lin's eyes, she did not forget to encourage him, "His Royal Highness, you learn very quickly, it will take a while to get used to it,"

Looking at the encouraging smile on Wen Lin's face, Lati was stunned, and then began to faint red on her cheeks. She fixedly looked at Wen Lin and whispered, "Thank you, teacher."

Before Vicia was married, Latimer was Golan's first-in-line heir. Vicia's indifference made his situation even more delicate, and those who knew his identity were treated with cookie-cutter and distant respect. he.

A warm encouraging smile like Wen Lin was the first time Latimer felt after leaving the Forbidden Palace.

Seeing the interaction between Wen Lin and Latimer, Visia narrowed her eyes, covering the glimmer of light in her eyes, and said,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I want to select some children from the nobles to serve as attendants to Latimer. It happens that you want to teach, so you can teach them together,"

Feeling the sight from Vicia's eyes, Latimer pursed his lips uncomfortably, he turned his head to look, Vicia's expression was still cold.

Although he is only six years old, Latimer, who is too precocious, knows that choosing a companion means that His Majesty Vicia will show the nobles that he is willing to formally accept him.

This will bring about a huge change for the better. Although Latimer can't think of any specific changes for the time being, he sincerely said to Vicia, "Thank you Auntie,"

Wen Lin's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and her eyes wandered across Vicia and Latimer.

After pondering for a moment, Wen Lin found that Vicia's attitude seemed to be too cold.

It stands to reason that, let herself be Latimer's mentor, and at this time, she proposed to select the children of nobles to serve as attendants. It seems that Vicia has a tendency to train Latimer into a qualified heir.

It was the best opportunity to get closer to the relationship between aunt and nephew, but Vicia's attitude was unusually abnormal.

Out of the corner of the eye, Vicia's chicken soup didn't seem to have moved much. Wen Lin subconsciously reached out and pushed the chicken soup to Vicia's hand. Her words were obviously urging.

"Your Majesty, the chicken soup will be cold if you don't drink it,"

The other two who were waiting for Wen Lin's answer were stunned for a moment. Vicia was the first to come back to her senses, and then a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she took a sip of chicken soup and drank it.

Latimer was stunned for a long time. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Teacher Mingming's behavior was very offensive and rude, but my aunt was not only not angry, but she also drank chicken soup according to the teacher's wishes.

Tilt his head slightly, Latimer looked at Wen Lin with a serious expression on his face.

Wen Lin, who quickly realized that her actions were a little out of place, turned her eyes away, coughed twice, maintaining her usual calmness, and said with a straight face,

"Yes, but there are some courses that nobility's children can't study together,"

Of course Vicia understood what Wen Lin meant, and the knowledge she possessed was no exaggeration to say that it was enough to shake the ruling class of Golan.

However, revealing it early can make everything Wen Lin planned to drop a fatal blow to the throats of the nobles at the most critical moment.

The smile was hidden in the seemingly casual eyes, Vicia said warmly, "Your Excellency, you don't need to feel restrained, I respect all your decisions,"

There seemed to be stars twinkling in Vicia's eyes, and when she stared at Wen Lin intently, she clearly conveyed a firm and inclusive power.

Just listening to Vicia's words, Wen Lin's heart began to jump, and the joy in her chest filled her body little by little like a steady stream of spring water.

But Wen Lin's heart was empty, she gave birth to a compulsion.

Desperately wanting to get close to Vicia.

After all three of them had finished their meal, Wen Lin took advantage of the excuse to leave Latimer.

"His Royal Highness Latimer, I will teach you a lesson alone this afternoon, but I need you to go to Lord Humphreys now and let him send you to his manor outside the city,"

As soon as he heard that Wen Lin would give him a lesson, Latimer raised his head instantly and looked at Wen Lin with a gaze that could not hide his fiery expectation and admiration.

But because he was summoned into the royal court by Vicia, Latimer silently turned his head to look at Vihia, until Vihia nodded in agreement, and Latimer saluted and left.

When only each other was around, Wen Lin resisted the urge and dragged Vicia across the corridor and into the quiet room at the end.

The wind stirred the robes of the two of them, swaying a little bit of spring in winter.

As soon as the door was closed, Wen Lin eagerly pressed Vicia against the door panel, her arms wrapped around her slender waist, slowly tightening, and a light kiss fell on Vicia's smooth forehead.

Wen Lin's actions were a bit sudden, Vicia's body stiffened for a moment, feeling the warmth passed from her body, and then slowly relaxed.

Vicia thought that Wen Lin deliberately sent Latimer away because she had something to say to herself, but she didn't expect it to be...

Laughing dumbly, Vicia didn't have the slightest sense of blame in her eyes.

Caressing the back of Wen Lin's neck, Vicia took the initiative to meet her movements.

Wen Lin leaned her head on Vicia's shoulder and rubbed her face to face.

Unsatisfied, Wen Lin kissed Vicia's cheek to her lips, her strength changing from shallow to deep, jerky. He fiddled, not letting go of an inch from the lips to the teeth.

Until Vicia was out of breath, groaned, and pushed her away against Wen Lin's shoulder,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, it's still daytime,"

Her chest was heaving up and down rapidly, Vichy glanced at Wen Lin, her hoarse voice was already filled with uncontrollable emotion. move.

Raising her hand and pulling Vicia's messy hair aside, Wen Lin kissed Vicia's lips again before she stopped. The warming atmosphere made Wen Lin feel a little dazed and her mouth was dry.

Holding the person tightly again, Wen Lin felt a little satisfied. She restrained her eyes and closed her eyes, "Your Majesty, I'm not going to do anything."

Last night, Vicia had been tossed enough, Wen Lin stroked the hair that fell on Vicia's waist, calming down a little bit.

Vicia turned her face slightly, and in the corner of the eye caught a glimpse of Wen Lin's sincere and pious eyes, her mind moved slightly.

She asked, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, do you have nothing else to say to me when you drag me in here?"

The indulgent and indulgent tone seemed to give Wen Lin great encouragement. She let go of her hand slightly, raised her head and looked directly at Vicia, and asked dissatisfiedly,

"Your Majesty, why do you want to summon His Highness Latimer into the palace at noon today? If it's just for the sake of reading, it can be at any time. He disturbs our alone time,"

These remarks seemed extremely naive, not at all like what Wen Lin would say.

After a little surprise, Vicia explained with a smile, "The main reason is to see if he respects you sincerely,"

Latimer was instructed by the former red-clothed Archbishop Durham when he first came out of the Forbidden Palace, and insisted on making Wen Lin his mentor. Vicia knew the whole story from the beginning, and it happened that she also had this idea, so it went smoothly. Pushed away and sent the person to Wen Lin's house.

Wen Lin can teach Latimer a lot of different things, and maybe these can break the gap between her and Latimer.

This is also Vicia's test for Latimer. If he can sincerely respect Wen Lin, it will show that Latimer is willing to stand behind him.

Her lover is a woman, and there are some regrets between them that cannot be made up, such as they will never be able to have a child that truly belongs to them, but this does not prevent Vicia from thinking of Wen Lin. Intense deep love.

But a monarch cannot live without an heir, and Latimer is undoubtedly the best candidate. He is still young, and his still-unformed concepts have time to guide and correct them.

Even with Vicia's explanation, Wen Lin still looked a little dissatisfied. She took Vicia's hand and intertwined her fingers.

"No one is allowed to disturb us next time." Wen Lin said angrily.

Obviously it was a momentary anger, and Vicia didn't point it out, and responded according to her meaning, "Okay."

Wen Lin bent her lips, feeling a little embarrassed, but she didn't want to break the intimacy at this time, so she stopped talking and hugged Vicia quietly.

Until she had to leave, Wen Lin insisted on kissing Vicia on the lips before leaving.

Wen Lin, who had left the royal court, restrained her thoughts of going back, and increased the force of her whip whip. The horse neighed and ran towards Atta.

The dark prison was filled with a strong stench, and Wen Lin walked in without changing her face.

From time to time, miserable screams came from the deep darkness, and Hanvers looked coldly at the prisoner who was being tortured. After seeing Wen Lin coming, he handed the sorted confession to Wen Lin.

Quickly flipping through all the confessions, Wen Lin's face gradually sank, and all the confessions attributed the death of Father Carson to Visia.

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I Wen: Every time technology improves! What is like a wolf like a tiger! I am!

And your comments from yesterday, they all just got into my archives? Now it's clearly written so sweetly, how could you be seen as abusive! (No, I didn't save the manuscript, I overestimated myself)

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