Vicia's voice was a little anxious, and Wen Lin followed the voice and turned her head to look at her.

The long skirt was wrinkled, and her hair was also messy. A light flashed in Wen Lin's eyes, but it disappeared in a moment.

Looking at Wen Lin's silent eyes, Vicia's eyelashes fluttered, and the stern aura all over her body suddenly softened. She waved to the attendants on both sides and said,

"Help up a few messengers and send them back to the room,"

Glancing over, the messengers looked drowsy and confused. Visiah thought for a moment and guessed that Wen Lin beat them because they were rude first.

Ignoring that the messengers did not bow, Visia looked at the attendants indifferently and dragged them away.

She waved away the remaining attendants, and when there were only two people left, Vicia slowly walked towards Wen Lin.

Vicia reached out and held Wen Lin's hand. Wen Lin didn't hide, but her eyes were still cold, just like the dark sky, and there was no emotion in it.

The two were very close, and Visia raised her eyes and bumped into Wen Lin's deep eyes, feeling a little dazed in her heart.

The cold wind rolled up the skirts of the two of them, and the interlaced breaths in the cold air seemed more enthusiastic than usual.

After a long time, Vicia said slowly, "Your Excellency, I guess they were rude first, but their identities are different from the previous missions, so you..."

"Your Majesty, I won't blame you, I know what to do," Wen Lin interrupted her, her heart contracted slightly, her embarrassment became more and more obvious, slowly and slowly. Firmly poured into Wen Lin's heart.

She didn't want to listen to it any longer, and it was nothing more than words of consolation for Visia to choose to back down for Golan's sake.

From Vicia's standpoint, what she did was understandable.

Wen Lin held Visia's hand, and then slowly released it, then took a few steps back.

"Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

Wen Lin looked extremely alienated when she spoke, as if she had returned to the way they were just a monarch-subject relationship. Vichy was stunned, unable to say anything she wanted to explain for a while.

After waiting for a while, Wen Lin laughed at herself when she saw Vicia, who had been silent all the time, and turned away without any reluctance.

She was afraid that staying any longer would only make the two of them fall into a more embarrassing situation.

Vicia stood on the spot and watched Wen Lin's back fade out of sight before she slowly turned around and walked back towards the White House.

The demeanor was the same as usual.

Afterwards, they cleaned up and dined, and then went to the Council Hall to handle government affairs. The afternoon was arranged to receive the Sistine Mission again.

After lunch, Vicia only had a short time to rest, and her tense expression and demeanor were rarely loosened.

After returning to the bedroom, Vicia drove all the servants out, walked to the bookshelf and pushed abruptly, all the books were pushed to the ground, making a huge dull sound.

Mrs. Yaz, who was guarding the door, frowned and hurriedly opened the door, only to see the Queen standing motionless in front of the collapsed bookshelf, her fluffy blonde hair covering her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

"Your Majesty Vicia,"

"Get out," in an unabashedly anxious tone.

The queen's slender fingers clenched the linen cloth spread on the table, her back was slightly bent, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Vicia clearly felt that the things she had been deliberately not talking about were now unavoidable between her and Wen Lin.

Sitting on that icy throne, she was constantly fighting with the nobles, the church, and the enemy country, and she did not dare to stop for a moment.

The flame called right was burning in her palm, but the fire was far from strong enough, not hot enough to make her and Wen Lin sleep peacefully in the cold night.

When she opened her eyes again, Vicia's eyes fell on a few unfinished sketches on the ground, which were left by Wen Lin. There are things about her Garden of Eden, which can also be brought to Golan and herself. something that helps.

Vicia's curled fingers moved, she squatted down, picked up the sketches one by one, smoothed and folded them carefully.

Vicia didn't dare to think about how she would choose if she had to choose to give up her relationship with Wen Lin for the benefit of Golan, or even the day she had to kill her.

Vicia didn't have an answer in her heart, she suddenly hated herself very much, her incompetence at the moment, and her despicableness.

Looking at her hands in a daze, Visia suddenly felt ridiculous again.

These hands once danced with flowers in the wind, but now they can only think about how to play with the filthiest desires in people's hearts.

Vicia had to admit that even at this moment, she was thinking about how to make Wen Lin stay firmly, and how to make Wen Lin unswervingly drive herself.

They will fall in love, and this is a change that no one expected.

But this love was unequal from the very beginning, and was mixed with impure use from the very beginning.

Waiting for Mrs. Yaz's whispered knock on the door to remind her, Vicia supported the back of the chair with her hands, wiped the water from the end of her eyes, stood up straight, and quickly returned to her impeccable elegance.

She called Mrs. Yaz in, put on a grand and gorgeous dress, and then walked to the main hall with firm steps.

It was a battlefield without gunpowder smoke, and she had to raise all her mind to deal with the nobles, councillors, the Sistine embassies... and prying eyes everywhere.

She can't show any strangeness, for herself and for Wen Lin.

Mrs. Yaz took small steps and followed behind Vicia, lifting her skirt from time to time.

In the center of the luxurious and bright hall, Vicia walked towards Prince Philip.

Mrs. Yaz disappeared in the corner, through the crowd, watching Vicia recover to a beautiful and difficult

As she guessed, for some unknown reason, Mrs. Yaz thought of Wen Lin.

If it was Your Majesty Wen Lin who danced with His Majesty Vicia at this time, His Majesty would be really happy.

With a sigh, as the melodious music was quickly engulfed, no one noticed the faint redness hidden in the end of Vicia's eyes.

***

As the horse galloped in the suburbs, Wen Lin felt cold in her chest, but her face was calm.

The construction progress of Yinhe Village is accelerating, and there are obvious changes every day.

This time, Wen Lin did not enter the village first, but went around the hill and quietly observed the training of the knights.

Also training with the cavalry was Field and the group that Wen Lin brought out from the arena.

There were not many king cavalry stationed in Yinhe Village, and there were about 300 people in Field's group of 50 people.

I heard Eggers say before that he divided the most elite 3,000 king cavalry in the royal city into five teams, each with 250 people, who came to Yinhe Village for training and garrisoning in turn.

Wen Lin looked at it for a while, there was no familiar face in Wang Qizhong, and Eggers was not there, so she didn't rush forward.

A large area of ​​land behind the hills has been transformed into a training ground according to Wen Lin's intentions, which not only trains the knights' horsemanship and marksmanship, but also includes various long and short weapons, as well as the tactics and tactics that are used in different terrains.

The hearty laughter from below came from time to time, perhaps because of their brisk mood, Wen Lin smiled along.

Field, who was arranging the next round of training, turned his head inadvertently, and recognized Wen Lin at a glance.

After leaving the arena, he never had close contact with Wen Lin again, but the temperature on his head was always clearly engraved in his mind.

During this time, they experienced the changes of Yinhe Village, food, clothes, houses, different management regulations...

For Field, who was once a noble, he knew how difficult it was for Wen Lin to bring it all together.

"...You need to give me everything you have in these five years, including your life."

The promise in the arena still seemed to echo in his ears, and the blood in Field's body surged again.

The others followed Field's gaze, "Your Excellency Field, is that Your Excellency Wen Lin?"

Although the distance is a little far, it looks vague, but when Wen Lin came to Yinhe Village a few times before, many of them could only watch from a distance.

Field nodded, then took a horse and galloped towards where Wen Lin was.

When he got to Wen Lin, Felder didn't know what to say. He dismounted and knelt down at Wen Lin's feet with a thud.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I want to solemnly thank you for saving us from the arena."

There are many old men among Field's subordinates. If they have been trapped in the arena, they will not be able to escape a death sentence.

Originally thought that following Wen Lin, they were just being oppressed in a different place and in a different way, but what made him unbelievable was that they rode the war horse again with the rights of free people, and rekindled the already cooled fighting spirit.

It was difficult for him to express his gratitude in words.

A smile appeared on Wen Lin's face, and she looked down at Field with a deliberately brisk teasing,

"Your Excellency, I hope you can also carry this gratitude when you set foot on the battlefield again."

The army and war are closely linked, and the visit of the Sistine Mission made Wen Lin feel a sense of urgency and crisis.

All she did was to clear the grievances of the Sutherland family, and the second was for Visia and Golan to have enough confidence and nobles to fight against the enemy.

Instead of being like now, you can only be wronged.

Field raised his head and said resolutely, "Lord Wen Lin, of course I will. My subordinates and I will always be grateful to you until the moment before we die."

After smiling, Wen Lin said, "I firmly believe that you will regain the glory, for Golan, for His Majesty Vihia,"

Field's thoughts moved slightly, and he invited Wen Lin to go to the training ground to have a look, but she was unexpectedly rejected by Wen Lin.

"Your Excellency, I have other things to do."

It's not an excuse, Wen Lin will not only visit the rest of the parish during this time, but also look at the farmland, divide the crops grown in each area, determine the drainage and irrigation systems, hydraulic windmills, improvement of agricultural tools, human and animal composting, etc. Wait.

Winter ploughing has not caught up, and spring ploughing can no longer be delayed.

For the next three months, Wen Lin stayed in the outskirts of the city, never returning to the royal city, nor did she send any letters to the royal city.

On the contrary, Bessie and Namar would regularly send letters about the business status of the three stores every month.

Eggers, who often travels between Wang Ting and Yinhe Village, suddenly stopped Wen Lin one day with a puzzled expression.

"Officer Wen Lin, even if I have the right to act on your behalf, you should always go to His Majesty Vicia to report on the deployment of the royal city. There has been no news for three months, and His Majesty is not angry."

Speaking of Eggers' words, there was a little bit of sourness. Her Majesty Vicia has always been official, and it is difficult for officials to neglect their duties.

But when it came to Wen Lin, there were exceptions to everything.

Hearing this, Wen Lin just nodded lightly and replied, "Got it."

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