Queen and Her Duke

There was a vast expanse of snow on the top of the head, and a thick tree trunk could be vaguely seen across it.

Wen Lin broke free from the darkness and slowly blinked her eyes. There was a cold and stagnant feeling all over her body, and Wen Lin couldn't help taking a breath.

Vicia's eyes were reddened, and her hair was mixed with dead leaves and debris. It was wet and attached to her body, and her clean clothes were also dirty.

Wen Lin looked around and found that this was a small hole that was sunken toward the inside of the mountain. The tree trunks running across the mouth of the hole and the bedrock hanging down toward the mountain just left a small space just enough for the two of them.

After calming down, Wen Lin found that her body was cleaned up very well, and she was still wearing Vicia's cloak.

She struggled to get up, but was quickly held down by Vicia, "Don't move, your leg is hurt."

Perhaps her limbs were frozen, and when Vicia reminded her, Wen Lin realized that there was a pool of dazzling blood flowing from her legs.

Seeing Wen Lin awake, Vicia was obviously relieved. Her face was pale, but her voice was calm and gentle, her wrists were slightly strained, and she half lifted Wen Lin and leaned against her naked side. The exposed rock, soothed,

"I have seen it. The snow layer is not as dense and compact as I imagined, and it should not be buried deeply. When you recover some physical strength, I will try to dig up and dig up, maybe you can get out."

Her head was still dizzy and aching, and Wen Lin pressed her temples heavily, trying to stay awake.

There is no obvious suffocation in breathing, indicating that the porosity and air content of the snow cover are still sufficient, and the most basic survival conditions are met.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Lin took a closer look at Vicia. Although she was embarrassed, there was no obvious blood on her body, but Wen Lin, who was still worried, asked one more question,

"Have you been hit by a stone trunk in the snow? Do you feel any pain in your body?"

Seeing Wen Lin trembling uncontrollably and leaning on the side weakly, Vicia was both distressed and flustered, but at this time she had to restrain her emotions, quietly leaned her body to the side, shook her head,

"No, I'm not hurt."

She couldn't bring up her strength, her vision began to blur gradually, and the pain felt like a needle in her head. Wen Lin shook her head vigorously, to no avail.

The only source of heat beside her was Visia, Wen Lin subconsciously moved towards her, and while she was still awake, she hurriedly told her how to save herself.

"..."

"If I still can't wake up tomorrow, leave me alone. If you dig upwards alone, you may still have a chance to live."

Judging from the surrounding environment, they are likely to be washed to the edge by the snow flow, and they should not be buried deeply, but if they want to escape by themselves, the chances are slim, but if they wait for others to find something wrong and save them, Trying to find them under the endless snow peaks sounds like nonsense.

They are in a desperate situation where it is difficult to save themselves. The only thing they can do is to save their physical strength as much as possible, prolong their survival time, and seek opportunities to escape.

With the last sentence, Wen Lin fell into a coma again.

Wen Lin's voice was very weak, but Vicia could hear it clearly. She burst into tears in an instant and held Wen Lin in her arms even tighter.

"How can I watch you die in front of me again?"

Vicia warmed Wen Lin's limbs with her body, and then tightly wrapped her cloak, her lips against her lips. In the quiet and silent space, Vicia could clearly hear the chaotic rhythm of her heart and the pain in her ribs. .

She put a kiss on Wen Lin's lips full of nostalgia, then trembling half-supported, she staggered towards the hole.

There was an incomparably conspicuous bloodstain on his back.

Picking up a broken branch, Vicia began to dig out carefully. As time went by, her movements became slower and stiffer. The wound on her hand was white with snow and water, and then cracked again by freezing.

Vicia didn't know how long she repeated the movements on her hands, her heartbeat became faster and faster, her breathing became more and more difficult, and it became more and more difficult to control her body.

There seemed to be nowhere to run, but resignation was a terrible feeling.

Finally, Vicia fell, she returned with difficulty, Wen Lin was lying there quietly.

Vicia stretched out her hand and hung it in front of Wen Lin's nose. Feeling the heat, her flustered heart miraculously calmed down.

Resting her head in her arms, Vicia curled up in a corner not far from Wen Lin, her eyes were firmly locked on Wen Lin, her lips were white and bloodless, and her whole body was shivering from the cold. Shia just leaned over.

The fine dust fluttered in the dim light, Vicia forced herself to calm down, she rubbed Wen Lin's wrist, and muttered to the small ball pattern,

"Since you saved her once, you should save her a second time. I can die, but please, you must save her."

A lot of physical exhaustion made Visiah unable to finish a sentence smoothly, and the more and more anxiety and exhaustion strayed from the edge of Visiah's collapse.

Vicia stared at Wen Lin intently, only Wen Lin's face was clear in her sight, and her eyes were filled with pity.

Beneath the pity is the sudden hatred, the helplessness and hatred for the injustice of fate.

They only meet again, but they have to face the farewell of life and death again.

"Why? Is this really God's punishment for taking the throne as a woman?"

For the first time, Vicia had the idea of ​​wavering. When the people cast aside her, she did not waver; when she was accused of being judged, she did not waver; when the Armada was under pressure, she did not waver.

But looking at the unconscious Wen Lin, Visia was extremely sad, and the strong guilt and self-blame and a deep sense of powerlessness almost drove her crazy.

But she couldn't stop. Vicia's body regained consciousness a little and then started to try to find a way out. She didn't know how many times she went back and forth. Until the last time she fell down, Vicia took a long time to regain consciousness.

There was a dead silence in her ears, and Visia struggled to return to Wen Lin, trying to wake her up, but Wen Lin still didn't respond.

"You can't die, you have to live."

Feeling the physical strength that was approaching the limit, with the obsession to keep Wen Lin alive, Vicia dragged her step by step towards the narrow passage that was excavated.

It was the brightest time of the day, and Vicia didn't know how far she could go, but the farther they went, the better their chances of being rescued.

Until she was exhausted, Vicia took off all the warm clothes on her body with her last strength, wrapped Wen Lin tightly in her arms, and held out a small space with her body.

The bones of the whole body were screaming shrilly, and there was a sharp roar in the ears. Vicia gradually lost all consciousness. She weakly closed her eyes and bowed her head.

Only Wen Lin in her arms was still warm.

As time passed by, the people in the village discovered the abnormality that night, and organized people to search for it overnight.

When they saw the scene of the collapse, the leaders of the group suddenly had dark eyes, and their legs were too weak to stand up.

But it was a vast expanse of whiteness, and everything was covered, so where were people buried?

The villagers and the troops stationed outside the village are shoveling snow all the time, but the power of man is like an insignificant ant in the face of the unshakable nature.

Time passed quietly, and the people in the rescue became more and more disheartened.

In a situation like this, it usually takes only half a day for a person to die, let alone two days have passed.

At the same time, the unknown news of Vicia's life and death was sent back to the royal court, and Latimer immediately sent a letter to the troops stationed nearby to provide support, and led the army to Sutherland with Field in person.

Another two days passed, and everyone gradually became disheartened. When the snowstorm hit at night, Yingying had to retreat to the village, leaving only two or three people stationed in the sheltered rock crevice where the cliff was located.

When the surroundings were dead silent, no one saw that a dazzling blue light suddenly burst out from under the snow layer. It slowly accumulated in the wind and snow, like a high-hanging star, and finally fell and shattered, instantly setting off a surging snow. with air waves.

After the deafening rumbling passed, the few soldiers who remained looked out cautiously.

It was a magical scene. In the blue streamer that bloomed like petals, a woman stood in the air with another woman in her arms.

Shocked and froze in place, several people looked at the scene in front of them in horror. After calming down a little, they discovered that it was His Majesty Vicia and Your Excellency Wen Lin.

Several people seemed to have their necks clamped, their mouths opened wide, and they couldn't make any sound while looking at the magical sight in front of them.

I saw Wen Lin's wrist flipped, and several streams of light wrapped around Vicia's body with Wen Lin's movements. At the same time, the snow on the entire mountain seemed to be lifted up.

Those buried below are lifted up by invisible forces and transferred to a flat and safe place.

It was another dazzling blue light. The soldiers closed their eyes due to the strong light. When they opened their eyes again, they found that other people who were motionless began to wake up.

They looked at each other for unknown reasons, and looked at Visiah and Wen Lin who were wrapped in the air. They seemed to realize something. They hurriedly got up and knelt down, and kowtowed deeply.

"They are the messengers of God,"

"It was God's favor that saved us,"

"..."

Rima looked at the scene in the air in disbelief. Mrs. Wen and Wen Lin were so kind, but the feeling before death was so real.

They are completely different from the cold statues in the church. Is this the appearance of the real god?

Rema bowed her knees and bowed in the icy snow.

Wen Lin was unaware of what was going on underneath. She stared at Vicia on the side, and a stream of light continued to seep into her body until Vicia slowly opened her eyes.

After a brief daze and then a strong joy, Vicia subconsciously hugged Wen Lin tightly, "Are we all rescued?"

As soon as the words fell, Vicia noticed the strange environment beside her. She was speechless for a moment, and her eyes fell on Wen Lin's wrist for a long time.

"It saved us? You have mastered the method of using it?" Vicia's voice was a little hoarse and trembling.

Wen Lin didn't answer Vicia's question. Her fingers brushed lightly across Vicia's messy hair, and her dark eyes were filled with surging affection and scorching heat.

"Vishia, it's okay, I remember everything."

The two slowly landed on the ground, and the streamer disappeared.

Vicia opened and closed her mouth in vain, the familiar expression and tone that made her tremble instantly defeated all her lines of defense, and the tears poured more violently and insolently flooded.

Wen Lin pulled the corner of her mouth and sighed, as if nine years had passed.

They were in the snow, kissing and embracing like no one else.

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The author has something to say:

Regarding the avalanche, my setting in the text is wrong. I am the lucky one. The real situation is much more dangerous~

Second, don't wait, it's estimated to be after twelve o'clock~