Queen and Her Duke

Vicia's voice is clear, and when she speaks in a low voice, her voice is very pleasant.

Wen Lin listened fascinatedly, but she would stop abruptly at sunset and would not explain the matter between them.

She looked a little sad and said to Wen Lin, "Wen Lin, you will know all about it, we still have a long time."

Wen Lin was silent for a moment, without questioning stubbornly, instead she glanced at Vicia's frozen hands that were faintly blue, and frowned without showing any trace.

The house where Wen Lin lives now was originally a vacant house in the village. It was very simple, but it was kept clean and tidy.

The fireplace was by the window, and Wen Lin's slum was close to the fireplace, so even if the window was opened a small crack, Wen Lin couldn't feel the cold.

But obviously the whole room was not warm. Wen Lin stood up and closed the window, then moved to the other side of the couch to make room for a fire.

When Wen Lin did these things, her movements were extraordinarily gentle, as if she was seriously ill.

Worrying in her heart, but her face did not show, Vicia thought she was cold, so she walked to the other side of the room and took the thick woolen blanket hanging on it.

Vicia did it very naturally. She brought the soft wool blanket over and carefully covered it.

For no reason, although Wen Lin was astonished, she did not refuse.

Seeing Vishiya sitting back far away from the fire, Wen Lin felt a little uncomfortable. She coughed uncomfortably and pointed to the seat beside her.

"If you don't mind, you can sit over and bake the fire."

There was no expression on Wen Lin's face, and her tone could not be called warm, but Vicia was visibly happy, with a clear smile on her face, her eyes curved, elegant and vivid.

She walked to the seat reserved by Wen Lin and sat down without speaking, just sitting quietly with her.

The stars on the high ground are extraordinarily bright, and the dazzling sea of ​​stars hangs over the valley with the deepening of the night. Vicia raised her eyes and looked out the window, her blue pupils were bright.

Wen Lin's gaze unconsciously focused on Vicia's well-defined profile face, her eyes, breath, lips, chin, all revealed a strange sense of familiarity.

But when Wen Lin reluctantly searched her memory, there was no picture of her.

Wen Lin couldn't help but wonder, can she really forget a loved one so thoroughly?

The wind was blowing the fir leaves outside the window, and the bonfire was dancing in the distance. Vicia seemed to feel Wen Lin's gaze. She turned her head and asked with a smile, "Do you want to meet others? Field, pull Timmer, they're all following me."

"Are those businessmen who came to the village a while ago?"

Sutherland Heights is rich in high-quality wool, and merchants from outside often come to the village to buy it, but this season is obviously not the right season to buy wool.

When a few strange faces appeared in the village, Rima took Wen Lin out to see them.

Unexpectedly, the expressions of those few people were extremely horrified when they saw them. Their eyes were wide and their mouths were open in amazement.

Rema quickly called someone to stop them, and Wen Lin couldn't understand what they were saying excitedly. Out of vigilance, Wen Lin immediately went back to the room and stayed out of the house.

Just looking at Wen Lin's reaction, it seems that the last time they met was not a pleasant experience, Vicia nodded with a smile, then shook her head, she corrected, "It should be them, but they are not businessmen, Field was promoted to the post after you left. King City Guard, Latimer has grown up too."

Wen Lin was silent, she didn't fully believe what Vicia said, but looking at the vague hope in Vicia's eyes, Wen Lin gave a ghostly nod.

Seeing that Vicia became happier, Wen Lin somehow felt at ease.

It was very cold outside, and as soon as the door was opened, the cold wind swept the bone-chilling chill in an instant.

Visiah subconsciously wanted to grab Wenlin's hand. Even when Wenlin was away, Visiah couldn't change this habit.

But once again avoided by Wen Lin, she retracted her hand into the tight cloak and walked forward on the snow-covered path.

Uncontrollable loss, but this loss was quickly erased by Vicia, she caught up with Wen Lin and walked forward together.

When the figures of Vicia and Wen Lin walking side by side appeared in other people's field of vision, they seemed to return to nine years ago, when Vicia, His Majesty and Your Excellency Wen Lin walked side by side through the weakest Golan. period.

The village chief and the elders in the village are all there. Although Visiah and the others claim to be businessmen, but looking at the cavalry waiting outside the village and the luxurious clothes on their bodies, the people in the village know that they have a lot of origin, and their attitude naturally changes. More and more cautious and respectful.

At first, when they heard that they were here for Wen Lin, the villagers panicked for a while, and then they felt relieved when they thought that the Sutherland family had been pardoned by the royal family.

When Wen Lin approached, Latimer's eyes were already red, and he bowed deeply towards Wen Lin, "Teacher."

Field followed closely. He stared at Wen Lin for a while, then bowed with a moving expression, "Your Excellency Wen Lin."

Their excited expressions were mixed with obvious awe and gratitude, especially this time their attitude was much more restrained than the last time.

Wen Lin couldn't understand what they were saying, and didn't know why they were so rude when they saw her.

Compared with Vicia, Wen Lin's attitude towards Latimer and Field seemed very indifferent. She nodded lightly, then looked at the others in the village, indicating that she was fine.

Seeing Wen Lin, Rima seemed very excited. She took small steps to Wen Lin's side, tilted her head and asked her, "So your name is Wen Lin."

Not understanding what she was saying, Wen Lin responded with a smile and patted her head.

Such unintelligible conversations have happened countless times in the past half month.

Rema is the only daughter of the village chief, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long reddish-brown hair, chestnut eyes, and her emotions and anger are expressed on her face, making her look very simple and cute.

After Wen Lin was rescued back to the village, it was Rima who had been taking care of her, so Wen Lin treated her more closely than others.

Seeing this, the village chief hurriedly scolded Rima and told her to come back quickly.

Walking back to her father reluctantly, Rima's eyes still fell on Wen Lin. Wen Lin guessed what happened based on the expressions of the others. When she looked at Rima again, her smile contained a hint of comfort.

Vicia watched the interaction between Wen Lin and Rima, her eyes darkened silently, and her throat moved quietly.

When she caught Wen Lin's line of sight, Vicia turned her head as if nothing had happened. She looked at Latimer and Field, who were stunned, and explained helplessly,

"Wen Lin lost her memory, she forgot everything about Golan, and even she can't understand our language now."

There was no resentment in Vicia's words, but it was full of regrets.

Latimer almost jumped up in shock, but the royal demeanor deep in his bones made Latimer hold back deeply. He looked at Wen Lin restrainedly, and repeatedly confirmed that this was his teacher.

The sudden situation made several people stunned at the moment, not knowing what to do, but Vicia had already thought about it.

She decided to stay in the village temporarily, waiting for Wen Lin's body to recover before returning to the royal court.

Immediately after, Vicia ordered a few words in a low voice, and decided to let Field and Latimer return to the royal court first, and Francis would assist Latimer in handling government affairs, and bring the best medical officer, as well as the items they used to use. They were all delivered, and the village chief and the others went to prepare the ingredients.

Vicia found a separate small kitchen outside Wen Lin's small stone house, and decided to make use of this small kitchen tonight.

It didn't take long for the crowd to disperse cleanly, leaving only Vishiya and Wen Lin, as well as a few soldiers guarding not far away.

The bonfire in the open space was burning fiercely, and after a few steps away, Vicia felt sultry, so she reached out and untied the cloak on her body.

However, Wen Lin silently approached the bonfire, as if she wanted to stick with the bonfire.

Vicia was watching Wen Lin's condition all the time. Wen Lin's pale face was reddened by the firelight, but there was no sweat on her face, and her whole body was wrapped in heavy clothes.

Worrying more and more in her heart, Vicia stepped forward and involuntarily put her hand into Wen Lin's cloak, so fast that Wen Lin had no time to dodge.

The palm of the hand was cold for a while, and Vicia's heart sank.

Wen Lin's hands were always warm and hot in the past. Every time on a cold night, Wen Lin would always cover her hands to warm her up.

What happened in the past reappeared in Visiya's mind very clearly. She noticed Wen Lin's intention to withdraw her hand, and suddenly increased her strength, holding her hand firmly, rubbing it back and forth, wanting to replace her She warms up.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, that's how you warmed my hands in the past."

In Vicia's words, there was a worry that she couldn't hide even if she wanted to, and Wen Lin's physical condition seemed to be worse than expected.

Feeling the warm touch on her hands, Wen Lin frowned uncomfortably, but this body was so weak that she couldn't struggle, so she had to let Vicia move.

The current intimacy made Wen Lin feel inexplicable and irritable, especially when her body was weak, so when Vicia relaxed a little, Wen Lin immediately pulled her hand back and took a step to the outside.

After a certain distance, Wen Lin felt at ease. She lowered her eyes and stared at the bonfire without saying a word.

Vicia's hand that was frozen in the air slowly fell, and the smile froze on her face. She opened her mouth, "It's all a long time ago, you should have...don't remember."

In the second half of the sentence, Vicia didn't say it, it was more than this, Wen Lin forgot everything between them.

Wen Lin didn't respond, which made Vicia look like she was talking to herself.

They didn't say a word until the villagers brought the ingredients.

Vicia declined the villagers' good intentions to send them back, but walked back with Wen Lin with the ingredients.

The villagers are very puzzled, does this noble lady want to cook by herself? Why don't servants do it? Obviously she looks very rich.

Sitting beside the stove, Wen Lin, who watched Vicia methodically build the fire and cook, was equally puzzled. Her cooking movements looked very crunchy, especially the way she cooked them.

After watching for a while, Wen Lin suddenly asked, "Is this also the cooking method I gave you before?"

"Yes."

"Did it for me?"

"Yes."

Vicia's answer was of course, but Wen Lin wanted to refuse for no reason. It seemed that subconsciously, she resisted Vicia doing these things for her.

Besides, no matter what kind of past they had in the past, the identity associated with a royal family should not be condescended for her.

Wen Lin continued, "You don't have to do this for me, I don't need it."

Her tone was cold and hard, but Vicia was not angry. There was an extremely soft light in her eyes, "Wen Lin, I'm just doing what you did for me."

It was obviously time-consuming and laborious, but Vicia didn't find it troublesome at all. Everything Wen Lin had done for her, she would do it for Wen Lin one by one.

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Vicia: Chasing after my wife~