Before the last bit of warmth disappeared in the night, the waiter sent by Wang Tingli came to urge him no less than ten times.

Wen Lin finally compromised. She took off all the swords and swords and left them in Yinhe Village.

As soon as she entered the palace gate, Wen Lin saw Visia, who was waiting for her in front of the garden. There was no attendant behind her, her blond hair was scattered along her back, and there was no smile on her face.

Wen Lin calmed down and waved away the waiter behind her. She stepped forward and tried to grab Visia's hand, but she was gently avoided by her.

Her heart was pierced very quickly, and Wen Lin turned to the white wall as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Your Majesty, what's the matter with calling me into the royal court?"

Wen Yan Weixia just smiled coldly and asked, "Your Excellency, I can't call you now if I have nothing to do?"

"Of course not," Wen Lin lowered her head, surprised by Vicia's attitude, her eyes full of thought.

Taking Wen Lin's expression into her eyes, Visia looked at the double king cavalry on the city wall in the distance, her expression faded, and her tone was a little hazy. She pointed to the elite knight in the distance and mocked softly,

"Lord Wen Lin, now only your orders can drive them? Could it be that everything you did before was to deceive me? Do you really want the crown on my head?"

Vicia's tone was unexpectedly calm. During this time, Wen Lin changed the defenses inside and outside the royal court, and imprisoned herself in the royal court in disguise.

The power that Wen Lin held tightly in her hands far exceeded what she showed to the nobles.

Vicia was not worried that Wen Lin would rebel, but she began to feel uneasy about Wen Lin's increasingly aggressive moves.

Wen Lin is hiding something important.

Trapped in the royal court, the information sent to the royal court every day was also screened by Wen Lin. This kind of restricted situation made Vicia at a loss.

But in a short moment, Wen Lin understood that it was Visiah who was deliberately trying to provoke her.

Wen Lin shook her head helplessly, her posture softened, "Your Majesty, of course not."

Ye Feng was entangled between the two, wrapped in each other's breath, Wen Lin took the initiative to move forward, her lips covering the eyes of the previous person.

Gently, in the brief exchange of eyes, Wen Lin chose to back down.

Vicia stretched out her hand, raised Wen Lin's chin with her fingers, and then touched her eyebrows, her breathing was hot, and Wen Lin's brief retreat could not make her worry.

In the past half a year, the two have cooperated tacitly in front of the nobles, and have successfully implemented a number of decrees, but in the past two months, Wen Lin's arrogance has been very unusual.

Vishya pressed her to ask her many times, but she couldn't find a reason.

"Your Excellency, you have used all your means to force the nobles to show their favor to me. You are putting yourself in a desperate situation. I don't want to..."

"Vishia," Wen Lin suddenly interrupted Vishya in Chinese. Wen Lin knew what she was going to say.

Wen Lin blinked her eyes very quickly to hide the tiredness in her eyes. When she looked at Vicia again, her eyes gradually filled with warmth.

After a long time, Wen Lin sighed, "Your Majesty, you should believe me, what I did was our best choice."

For the past six months, Wen Lin has been thinking, constantly imagining various situations that may occur.

It would be the safest and safest way to completely separate the relationship between oneself and Vicia, and even create a scene of enmity.

Forcing Vicia to give in in front of people and regent recklessly, convinced the nobles, so even if her identity is exposed at this time, Vicia can be left with room to retreat.

Wen Lin was fascinated by her thoughts, but did not notice the distress in Vichy's eyes, but after a while, the distress quickly disappeared.

Suppressing the dull pain under her ribs, Vicia withdrew her hand that was frozen in the air, and her tone was cold.

"Your Excellency, I take back my trust in you."

With her shoulders tightly tensed, Wen Lin straightened up and looked at Vicia, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

There was no resentment in her eyes, she just stood quietly, waiting for Vicia to say the next words.

Vicia looked away in embarrassment, not wanting to meet Wen Lin's eyes, she waved to the dark place, and knights in silver armor rushed out from all directions.

Everything happened unexpectedly.

Eggers rushed to the front, holding a flintlock gun in his hand, pointing the gun directly at Wen Lin.

"Press into the White Tower."

The White Pagoda is a prison in the royal court, which is often used for house arrest of rebellious nobles or family members of ministers.

Wen Lin did not have any weapons on her body and was surrounded by many, but still no one dared to approach her at will.

After receiving the order of Visia, Eggers rushed up first, followed by countless familiar knights.

"Vishia, you really don't believe me?"

Wen Lin's voice sounded in the clear and noisy melee. The firelight penetrated through her dress, tracing her flesh and bones. Her soul seemed to tremble in Visia's eyes, stubbornly trying to find an answer. .

Vicia was silent for a long time, until Wen Lin relied on her hands to repel countless knights in the countless ups and downs of muffled sound, and she always stood in front of Vicia.

Her thoughts rose and fell slightly along with her chest. Under Wen Lin's gaze, Vicia pulled out the king's sword. The sword's edge was horizontal to Wen Lin's neck, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Yes, Your Excellency, I don't believe you."

Word by word, like a ruthless judgment.

At a certain moment, Wen Lin felt like a joke, and a sharp pain appeared in her temples. She tried hard to maintain the calmness on her face and her demeanor without losing her demeanor. Inside.

Looking at Wen Lin's back, Vicia's lips moved, she hesitated, but in the end she didn't say anything and watched Wen Lin disappear under the White Tower.

Vicia stood in the garden for a long time, with Eggers standing beside her, "Your Majesty, do you have to do this?"

"Yes," Vicia exhaled a long breath, the blood in her whole body seemed to be frozen.

However, it is still a certainty that cannot be violated.

With her eyes caught in the empty night, Vicia walked slowly into the council hall, picked up her long staff and pointed to several important defense points on the map.

"Have the two armies led by Cooler and Giguri arrived at Glasgow?"

With a dignified look on his face, Eggers nodded, "It's already here, but according to the information detected, there are more than 300 battleships heading for the Golan from the direction of Sistine and Fasai."

"Defend Glasgow at all costs."

Vicia's tone did not fluctuate much, the candlelight outlined her beautiful profile, calm and restrained, even more calm than usual.

Like an indestructible city wall, in the erosion of wind and waves, it bravely resists foreign enemies.

Glasgow is the Golan's most important military fortress on the east coast. It guards the throat that directly enters the royal city of Brenzi. Its northeast and northwest are large nearly vertical cliffs, about 40 meters high, and the bottom is water potential. The canal, and the other sides are the rolling swamp defense line.

With its natural advantageous terrain and important geographical location, Glasgow is destined to become the first line of defense in the eastern Golan.

Under the conditions of huge disparity in military strength and combat power, the importance of Glasgow is self-evident.

After negotiating with the generals who were secretly recalled to the royal city until dawn, Visiah almost kept calling the ministers of the Privy Council into the royal court.

There was no warning that Wen Lin was pressed into the Atta Tower and the news that Sistine and Fasai were about to invade the east coast.

Like two thunders, the shocked ministers were speechless.

Wen Lin's affairs were put on hold for the time being. After recovering, the ministers asked one after another, where did the news come from.

Vicia quietly observed the expressions on each of their faces, and took out the half-pressed secret letter from under the candlestick in the corner.

The letter contained the news that Sistine and Fasai would join forces to raid the Golan, as well as the fact that Visiah threw out the real information that had been probed, confirming that what was said in the letter was true.

Francis was the first to calm down, and he keenly asked the reason, "Golan and Sistine have not had any disputes for half a year, why did they suddenly join forces with Fasai?"

The corners of her lips pursed, Vicia swept him a sideways glance, and threw out a logical explanation, "Philip is dead and the marriage is broken. Sistine has great ambitions, and it is not surprising that he would choose to join forces with Fasai."

"What? Prince Philip is dead?" Everyone was shocked again, and they didn't care about the cause of Philip's death, and began to discuss countermeasures.

The topic naturally shifted to Wen Lin. When everyone was discussing what to do with Wen Lin, they only listened to Eggers on one side.

"The news of Your Excellency Wen Lin's detention cannot be leaked. She has many supporters. Once it is leaked, it will inevitably cause turmoil."

Everyone looked at Eggers, who was close to Vicia, and felt sighed for a while, and then felt scared after thinking about it.

It turns out that His Majesty has been guarding Your Excellency Wen Lin? Are the favor and connivance in front of others deliberate?

But one night, they took back the king cavalry lightly. From beginning to end, they didn't find any precursors. The unfathomable palace of the monarch made everyone shudder in unison.

The next focus is on getting the nobles to raise troops.

For the next three days, Vihia had been preparing for the challenge without rest, and she never visited Wen Lin.

Occasionally, when she had time to catch her breath, Vicia would take out the other half of the secret letter that she had torn up in nowhere.

The letter not only pointed out Wen Lin's identity, but even clearly recorded the "miracle" that Gunneville had performed, as well as the strange little ball that Father Carson left to Wen Lin.

The letter did not clearly state whether the Holy Court knew Wen Lin's identity, but even if it didn't, if the person who wrote the letter wanted to, the Holy Court would soon know.

Who is it? Who is it? What is his purpose?

On the day she received the letter, Vicia summoned Wen Lin into the royal court, and Wen Lin's abnormal behavior for two consecutive months was the most reasonable explanation on that day.

It turned out that Wen Lin had already prepared to reveal her life experience in advance, and Vicia's heart was caught in extreme contradictions.

The little ball, and the letter left by Father Carson, Visiah kept them secretly locked in the dark room.

Recalling the contents of the letter carefully, it seems that he is deliberately guiding Vicia to find the ball. The person who wrote the letter spent a lot of pen and ink to describe the magic of the ball. What is even more absurd is that he wrote in the letter, Small **** can help Golan win the war.

Vicia frowned with a headache. The only thing she could be sure of was that the person who wrote the letter was still in the royal city and had a high status.

The disparity in strength and combat power made Vicia dare not say victory lightly this time, and she was ready to die.

But how to protect Wen Lin in the war, if the Holy Court knew about Wen Lin's life experience and threatened her, what should she do.

The scene that Vicia does not want to see or face the most is approaching step by step.

The author has something to say: I have cried several times about the big abuse point of the intracranial orgasm, but I have to lay the groundwork for it before. All these two chapters may be written a bit rough, I kneel down and admit my mistake~

They are both planning for each other~ Let’s go both ways~

What is love? It is mutual sacrifice and mutual achievement~