Queen and Her Duke

Born as a commoner, Humphreys was responsible for collecting all government-related intelligence and was known for his ruthlessness and thoughtfulness.

Seeing Hanvers' evasive action, Vicia let go of her hand and climbed up from Wen Lin without changing her face.

Brushing off the grass clippings from her body, Vicia asked in a low voice, "Are there people from the Holy See on the boat?"

"No," Humph lowered his voice slightly, and glanced at Wen Lin when he spoke.

Queen Tilia has only been on the throne for a year, and at the age of eighteen, she is particularly immature in the turbulent power struggle.

In particular, she is a sick queen.

The Holy See is strong, and the royal power is weak.

During the sensitive period when the two countries were discussing marriage, Queen Tilia suddenly visited, and the deep meaning behind it can be extended to countless reverie.

"Go to the White House and don't forget to call Francis,"

Vicia pondered for a moment, then her eyes fell back to Wen Lin, and her fleeting sarcasm fell into the thick shadow.

Wen Lin still lay quietly on the grass.

The tightly wrapped blanket was now scattered messily, and the delicate ups and downs in the night were half concealed.

Vicia frowned, took off the cloak on her body, raised her hand and threw it, accurately covering Wen Lin.

When vision is blocked, all other senses become extra sensitive.

The snow-white sable feathers adorned on the cape gently fell on Wen Lin's eyelashes, cheeks, and neck, like a lover's gentle caressing.

It was dark in front of her eyes, and Wen Lin couldn't help but hold her breath.

Turning my ear to listen, the footsteps gradually drifted away until they disappeared completely.

Turning over suddenly and sitting up, Wen Lin took a deep breath and looked at the White House with confusion and doubts intertwined in her black eyes.

Why did Tilia come to the Golan at this time?

And Vicia's unpredictable attitude and demeanor.

Sitting silently by the bonfire, Bessie and Namanle quickly ran over.

Bessie stuck out her tongue in regret as she looked at the food that had been wiped out.

"Miss Wen Lin, it seems that you will have the chance to taste the food from your hometown next time?"

Seeing Bessie's unruly expression, Namanel couldn't help patting her.

Bessie looked at the cape on Wen Lin's body, and shivered after realizing it, and immediately became serious.

Seeing that Wen Lin didn't mean to blame, Namaner stepped forward and asked,

"The hot water is ready, do you need to go back to take a bath now?"

Through this period of time, Wen Lin learned that Bessie and Namar were maids who had just entered the palace.

They all retain the innocence of a girl.

Bessie was more lively, Namar more cautious.

Seeing Bessie's trembling attitude, Wen Lin showed a look of tears and laughter on her face, "My dear Bessie and Namaner, the ingredients this time are all handled by you, and I only provide a portion of the sauce. , and let the kitchen prepare another one, you must try this delicious food,"

The two looked at each other, surprised and a little scared at the same time, they said shyly, "Miss Wen Lin, you shouldn't bother about us,"

Shrugging helplessly, Wen Lin said as she pulled out dry wood and smothered it, "You don't have to be so restrained. As you know, I'm just a lowly pirate. We should be friends, right?"

These words made Bessie and Namar froze in place, and they subconsciously shook their heads.

"No, Miss Wen Lin, you are a pirate now, but in the near future, who knows what your status will be? Just like Earl Humphs, who was born in the impoverished West Shield District, but ranks among the cabinet ministers. ,"

The bonfire was completely extinguished, and the oncoming river wind was chilling.

Wen Lin tightened her cloak and took the initiative to walk to Bessie and Namare's side with a lively tone, "But at least I'm not right now, so those boring and old-fashioned etiquette can be omitted for unnecessary occasions, two beautiful ladies. , I look forward to being friends with you,"

This is a shocking remark. It was not until Wen Lin walked away that Bessie and Namanre recovered from their shock and hurriedly chased after them.

"Miss Wen Lin, are you really a strange person?"

"Then are you afraid of my strangeness?"

"Of course not afraid,"

Bessie's face was a little red, and her tone was a little hesitant. She looked at Wen Lin's gentle profile, and found that she was extraordinarily charming, even more charming than the noble ladies of the capital.

Although Namanel didn't say anything, the light of gratitude flashed across his eyes quickly.

Taking the reactions of the two calmly into her eyes, Wen Lin hooked her fingers under the cloak in a good mood.

In any country on the European continent, very few nobles and nobles would care about the lives or feelings of slaves and servants, let alone become friends.

Strict hierarchies restrict people to rules and regulations, and countless people at the bottom have their backs hunched over from birth to death.

For the current situation, as long as Wen Lin showed a little kindness and concern at the right time, gained their favor, and then took people for her own use, it was not a difficult task.

To them, Wen Lin thought that although she was fake, she couldn't hide her sincerity, it was just the current situation.

It is also thought-provoking that Vicia arranges for two people without a city to serve her.

Is it to let your guard down? Or is it because you are sure you have control over yourself?

When it was time to take a bath, Wen Lin still didn't understand this question. Vicia's words tonight made Wen Lin soberly realize that Queen Golan knew far more than she thought.

Submerging her head into the water, Wen Lin forced herself to calm down in the heat, and then straightened out the layers of logic as if she were pulling a thread.

The moon hangs high on the top of the emerald canopy, and the branches and leaves blown by the wind can't stop shaking. In a trance, Wen Lin seems to hear the sound of surging waves.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Port Royal Harbor.

A large sailboat with luxurious but majestic appearance is moored on the shore.

The guards on the deck who were in full force were armed with guns and fire spears, and their sharp eyes warned of the approach of unscrupulous people.

The turbulent waves rolled out foam and hit the hull with the fierce sea breeze.

Intermittent coughing continued from the boat, Tilia clutched the quilt tightly, and the uncontrollable suffocation made her lily face appear distorted and fragile.

After suffering a round of pain, Tilia's sweat-soaked face was buried deep in the side of Vormeen's neck.

She said weakly in a hoarse voice, "Ma'am, I'm so uncomfortable, am I going to see God soon?"

"You'll be fine," Duchess Warmin hugged Tilia's shoulders, and she wiped away the cold sweat from Tilia's face with the hot towel she had prepared.

The movements are gentle and skilled, and it seems that they have been done countless times, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that Mrs. Warmin's hands are shaking rapidly with a small amplitude.

This time, Tilia's condition is more severe than any previous time. If there is no timely and effective treatment...

Thinking of this, Wormien felt a chill in his heart.

They had to take the opportunity of the envoy to come to Wen Lin. The pills that Wen Lin had prepared before had suppressed the cough with the naked eye, but during this time, Tilia's cough seemed to be more severe than before taking the medicine.

She pulled out the soft pillow behind Tilia's waist, then got up to bring a glass of warm water, and took out a delicate glass bottle from the hidden camera obscura embedded in the bed.

There were also a few dark pills in the bottle, wrapped in a transparent film.

Tilia's eyes always followed Mrs. Warmin closely, but she didn't dare to let her realize that there was already surging love under the calm and restrained eyes.

She carefully took the pill from Mrs. Warmin's hand and swallowed it with warm water.

"Ma'am, I heard that Golan's roses are the most delicate and beautiful on the Europa continent. I want to fold a rose and give it to you."

Touching Tilia's moist back neck, Wormien saw that she was no longer coughing, so he let out a sigh of relief and explained gently,

"Your Majesty, roses are used to express love, you can't give them to me,"

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Deputy CP: Black Belly Tilia vs Gentle Lady Warmin