Wen Lin didn't know how long she had been standing behind the pillar, until her legs were aching, and a maid was walking towards her from the corner, and she suddenly returned to her senses.

With a few light jumps, Wen Lin disappeared behind the colonnade in an instant, and when she reappeared, she was already in Vicia's bedroom.

Perhaps because of Prince Philip's hurried arrival, the corridor outside the bedroom was empty.

Wen Lin pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom, put the soil specimens she brought down against the corner of the table, and sat down at the desk.

The two often share a desk, so no matter who is in the room, they have their own paper and pens ready.

Wen Lin sat for a while, took out a few blank sheets of paper, and picked up a quill pen to write down different farming methods on different soil types, but the tip of the pen hung on the paper for a long time, slowly dripping a cloud of ink stains, Wen Lin didn't write a word.

In the end, Wen Lin simply dropped the pen, raised her chin with one hand, and tapped the table rhythmically with the other, looking at the thick night outside the window for a long time.

As time passed, the night became darker and darker, like a chaotic and cold ocean tide rushing in, causing Wen Lin's calm thoughts that were forcibly restrained to be messed up.

There was no news of Visia's coming back from outside the door.

Wen Lin stood up abruptly, sat down again, and stared at the closed door motionlessly, until it was a little light, and there were rustling footsteps outside the door.

The door was pushed open, Vicia leaned softly on Mrs. Yaz's body, her eyes were lightly closed, and her red cheeks looked like she was drunk.

After moving her stiff body, Wen Lin stepped up, took over Visia without a word, and then closed the door tightly.

The moment she saw Wen Lin, Mrs. Yaz was stunned in place, letting Wen Lin take Visia, until she saw the door slammed shut before she could react.

Your Excellency Wen Lin waited all night in His Majesty's bedroom?

Recalling Wen Lin's gloomy eyes just now, Mrs. Yaz shuddered and hesitated for a long time, but she withdrew her hand on the doorknob and turned around to quietly guard the door.

As soon as the door closed, Vicia opened her eyes, her eyes were clear and not at all drunk.

She embraced Wen Lin's waist and let her whole body lean towards Wen Lin.

Holding the person firmly, Wen Lin hugged Vicia and lay down halfway by the bed.

Seeing Vicia's exhausted expression, Wen Lin's anger suddenly slackened. She looked away, turned and walked to the table to pour a glass of water, and then turned back to the bed.

Muffled, "Drink water."

Gently rubbing her fingers against her eyebrows, Vicia took the water and drank it slowly. She turned to her side, facing Wen Lin, "Your Excellency, how long have you been waiting in the bedroom?"

Vicia's pupils and hair are light golden, and her complexion is like snow, as if covered with a dazzling brilliance.

Wen Lin felt her hand tremble slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's not too long."

Quietly staring at Wen Lin, staring at the dark clouds accumulated in her dark eyes, Vichy smiled inexplicably, grabbed Wen Lin's hand, and forced her to sit beside her.

"Your Excellency, you won't lie, your hair is dry, but your hands are icy, and you're wearing a clean long dress."

In the past, Wen Lin's dress was only worn when she came to the White House to rest. If she came to the White House in the early morning, her clothes would not be so clean and her hair would not be dry.

Wen Lin turned against the light and her face was hidden in the darkness. After being pierced by Vicia, her expression didn't change much, she was still light.

The gaze that was deliberately staggered from Vicia seemed unfamiliar and distant.

For a long time, Wen Lin didn't answer.

Vicia observed Wen Lin's expression, was silent for a moment, increased the strength in her hands, and suddenly asked,

"When did your Excellency arrive at the White House last night and waited for me in the bedroom all night?"

The touch on her wrist was warm and soft, and Wen Lin opened her lips, enduring the question that was about to be blurted out.

It wasn't until the sourness in her throat disappeared that Wen Lin restrained herself, "Where did Your Majesty go tonight? Why did you come back now."

Vicia glanced at her with gentle eyes, and said softly, "Handle political affairs in the council hall."

This answer seemed to hit Wen Lin's sore spot. She threw off Vicia's hand in a violent reaction, and her chest heaved a few times before asking, "Is Your Majesty really handling political affairs in the Council Chamber?"

The anger and grievances suppressed in her heart were easily pulled out, Wen Lin bit her lip hard, trying to force herself to stabilize her demeanor with pain.

Wen Lin didn't understand. She didn't know Vicia's forbearance and embarrassment at all, but why did she deliberately hide herself every time.

If this is the case every time, then they can always maintain the relationship between the monarch and the minister, and what is the difference between picking and not breaking the love in their hearts.

Or rather, Vicia was using herself from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, Wen Lin evoked a self-deprecating smile. She was silent for a while, and finally she asked the doubts in her heart.

"Your Majesty Vicia, if I'm just a humble, weak, ordinary woman who can't be your helper or satisfy your lofty political ambitions, will you look at me more? It's a glance."

Wen Lin's eyes seemed to have been swept by the storm, and the chaos after the pain went out of control was surging. She stared at the hands they held together and muttered,

"No, you won't."

Deep astonishment appeared in her azure blue eyes, and after a while, Vicia leaned forward, raised her hand to wrap Wen Lin's shoulder, and slowly embraced her.

She scrutinized Wen Lin's expression carefully, her fingers wrapped around the strands of hair that fell between the necks of the two of them.

The focused gaze on Yu Wenlin's face seemed to prove something.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you are afraid and angry for Philip's arrival."

Vicia's voice was very slow and soft. She looked straight at Wen Lin, paying attention to every slight change in her expression.

The warm temperature invaded by itself, accompanied by a light fragrance mixed with the fragrance of wine, Wen Lin lowered her head and looked at the arm around her waist, countless complex emotions intertwined, impacting her only remaining decent.

She met Vicia's gaze and said stubbornly, "Your Majesty, answer my question."

Wen Lin's tone was still cold, but she didn't show any impatience. She looked at Vicia, stubbornly waiting for her answer.

The surroundings quieted down, Vicia's eyes became extremely soft at a certain moment, she slowly lifted Wen Lin's chin, and her eyes were level with her,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, there is no assumption you said. I am the monarch of Golan, and you are the only heir of the Sutherland family. This is an identity and responsibility that we cannot escape."

After a pause, Vicia still stared at Wen Lin intently. Suddenly, for a moment, she clearly saw Wen Lin's embarrassment and fragility.

Because of the embarrassment and vulnerability that she brought her.

It seemed to hear a clear cracking sound in the chest, sourness and pain spread from the gap, but Vicia's face was still calm, and her words were firm,

"Your Excellency, I remember I said long ago that you are destined to meet me."

Time seemed to stop, Wen Lin looked at Vicia, the hesitation and struggle in her eyes, and she said these specious words after hesitation.

Wen Lin felt extremely tired in an instant. She didn't want to ask any more questions, and she didn't want to add embarrassment.

With her breathing stagnant and her chest hurting unbearably, Wen Lin avoided Vicia's gaze a little in a hurry, and pushed her away firmly.

Standing up, Wen Lin stared at the floor under her feet, not daring to meet Visia, trying her best to calm down, "Your Majesty, it's time for me to go."

After saying that, without giving Vicia any time to react, she raised her legs and walked away.

Vicia's voice sounded behind her, Wen Lin just pretended she didn't hear it, opened the door, and walked out without saying a word.

The steps are getting bigger and faster.

Mrs. Wen Lin, who was on Mrs. Yaz's mouth, was still in the future and shouted, Wen Lin had already walked away.

His Excellency Wen Lin's face was even more ugly than before. Mrs. Yaz was worried, and hurriedly went into the bedroom to check on Vicia's situation.

I saw Visia sitting on the edge of the bed with a wistful expression, and there was still a hint of a wry smile and confusion on her lips.

Mrs. Yaz stepped forward and shouted worriedly, "Your Majesty, are you going to sleep for a while or get ready to wash up."

The sky was getting brighter, and because of the early arrival of Prince Philip, the nerves of everyone in the royal court were tense, including Vicia.

Mrs. Yaz looked at Vicia, her eyes filled with distress. After the banquet for Prince Philip last night, Her Majesty Vicia hardly breathed for a moment, and then discussed the political affairs with the ministers of the Privy Council for a whole night. .

Unexpectedly, when she was finally able to rest, Your Excellency Wen Lin appeared again.

Thinking of the close relationship between Vicia and Wen Lin, Mrs. Yaz suddenly had a headache, and Mrs. Yaz saw Vicia's unique indulgence and concern for Wen Lin.

But now that Prince Philip is here, and will stay in the royal court as the queen's fiancé, Mrs. Yaz has begun to worry about whether she can endure with the means and courage of Lord Wen Lin.

Wen Lin, who had a gloomy face this morning, seemed to have given a bad answer.

Under Mrs. Yaz's worried gaze, Vicia hurriedly rolled over and got out of bed, hurriedly put on her shoes and chased out the door.

The maid waiting on the promenade saw the unwashed queen passing by like the wind, her eyes were amazed.

His Majesty has always appeared in front of people with a dignified and decent image, and no matter how urgent the situation is, he will never forget to groom.

But what happened today?

Along the way, Wen Lin walked towards Wang Ting's door with an expressionless face. As she walked around a corner, a biting cold wind rushed in, causing Wen Lin to tremble abruptly.

Wen Lin raised her hand and pressed the wall on one side, and stopped for a moment.

Her figure is slender and tall, and her long smooth hair spreads out behind her like thick ink. Even the most simple robes she wears cannot hide her natural noble temperament.

Just at this moment, several male voices came from behind the trees in front. They were not speaking in Golan, but after listening carefully, they found that it was the language of Sistine.

Wen Lin frowned, and she wanted to walk to another path to avoid them.

Who knew that those few people saw Wen Lin first and shouted loudly, "Who, stop."

After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin still stopped and turned to look at the people walking towards her.

Their faces were flushed, and the closer they got, the more alcohol they smelled. Wen Lin just wanted to explain her identity, but unexpectedly, someone came up with a blatant look.

"Golan's women are really beautiful, and the maid in front of me is no less than Queen Golan,"

The rest of the others laughed and responded inarticulately,

"That's right, it's just a maid. I'll ask Queen Golan for it later and bring it back to the Sistine."

Wen Lin's dress is really inconspicuous. The maids in Wang Tingli's dresses are more delicate than hers, not to mention that Wen Lin didn't wear any jewelry today, and she also wore a matching sword or long knife around her waist.

The people above the wine became more daring. Seeing Wen Lin dodged for the first time, their laughter became more and more unbridled.

Unexpectedly, it would be the scene in front of her, and Wen Lin had a look of disgust in her eyes.

She turned to go, but unexpectedly

Those people rushed up one after another, and Wen Lin raised her palms subconsciously to repel them. Thinking of their frivolous tone when they mentioned Visia just now, Wen Lin felt even more disgusted in her heart, and the movements of her hands became more and more intense. Ling shivered.

Hearing a few dull sounds in the air, the people closest to Wen Lin curled up and fell to the ground.

Although they were drunk, the remaining two or three people shrank obviously and stepped back one after another.

Wen Lin didn't intend to cause trouble, but she was beaten, so it made no sense not to teach the rest of them a lesson.

However, just as Wen Lin raised her hand, Vicia's anger suddenly sounded,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, what are you doing!"

The author has something to say: Once again, Amway urged the younger master to become a big dreamer, she is really cute, and the new article is also very cute "I became popular after being chased by Bai Yueguang"

As long as she's here, I shouldn't be able to stop the update. It's really painful and happy. I wanted to take a day off today.