Queen and Her Duke

The night was long, and after Wen Lin came out of Junpton Palace, she walked without a clue.

For some reason, she was a little upset tonight, and not just because of Wormyn's threats.

At this stage, Wen Lin is only for self-protection. If it wasn't for the Holy See's stalking and killing, Wen Lin would not choose to cooperate with Tilia.

She prefers to find a remote island where she can live in seclusion leisurely.

But after coming to this world, it seemed that an invisible hand pushed her into the whirlpool of power.

She had to wander on the edge of the knife, on the edge of the cliff, in fear.

Sometimes Wen Lin's logic in dealing with troubles is very simple. Since the Holy See refuses to let her go, she will try her best to destroy the Holy See.

What about Corvicia? The current owner of the Golan royal family is also her enemy.

What was the truth back then? Wen Lin kicked the pebble on the side of the road like a vent.

Gurgling, the stone rolled forward until it stopped in front of an indifferent and arrogant figure.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin," came the cold voice, Wen Lin raised her eyes, it was Vicia.

The eyes of the two happened to meet in the air, and there was no smile on Vicia's face, and even Wen Lin saw the anger smouldering in her eyes.

Bessie and Namar were kneeling beside them. When they saw Wen Lin coming, they blinked hard, as if to remind her of something.

This is downstairs in his room, not the White House.

Did Vicia come to find her on purpose?

It looks like it's been a long wait.

Every time Wen Lin took a step closer, Vicia's eyes scorched a little, and it landed on Wen Lin, making people want to escape subconsciously.

There are very few people who can make Wen Lin have the idea of ​​running away.

"Your Excellency, can you tell me where have you been?" The more Vicia restrained herself, the colder her expression became.

Wen Lin was walking from the direction of Junpton Palace, she was asking herself knowingly.

Her back tensed instantly, and Wen Lin watched Vicia hesitate to speak, feeling a little guilty in her heart for no reason.

In the subtle silent atmosphere, Vicia's aura became more and more aggressive, Wen Lin wanted to step back, but forcibly held back.

Vicia didn't notice her small movements, but took a step forward, and they were even closer.

Up close, you can clearly see the soft fluff on each other's faces, a gesture of intimacy that transcends the boundaries of monarch and minister.

"Returning from Junpton Palace?" The ending was soft and affirmative.

Wen Lin lowered her eyes and did not answer.

Impatiently pinched Wen Lin's chin and lifted it up, Vicia's aura suddenly became fierce, she forced Wen Lin to raise her head and look directly at herself, "Answer me, Your Excellency,"

Warm breaths brushed against her cheeks, and her skin was itchy. Wen Lin avoided it subconsciously, and answered in a stern voice,

"Yes, from Junpton Palace,"

The vague answer in the voice quickly disappeared in the dark night.

Punish her and conquer her completely.

The thought flashed across Vicia's mind.

Reason finally prevailed, and her fair fingertips slowly rubbed Wen Lin's cheeks, Vicia let go of her hand coldly,

"Your Excellency, this is not an example,"

Staring at the gorse pattern on the edge of the skirt, Wen Lin's chest suddenly heaved a few times, and her clear mind gradually broke free from the chaotic and powerless blank.

She hummed and agreed.

Slowly loosening her curled fingers, Wen Lin was silent for a while, and then said actively, "Your Majesty Vicia, I'll take you back to the White House,"

The White House is not too close to where Wen Lin lives. Vicia originally wanted to have a more candid and firm relationship with Wen Lin, but she didn't expect to meet her and Tilia's party in secret.

Perhaps walking together can ease the stiff atmosphere now, Vicia nodded expressionlessly.

Leaving the attendants in place, Visia and Wen Lin stepped into the garden one after the other.

The meticulously manicured gardens are cleverly constructed, with a wide variety of ornamental plants planted in them, and because of the delicate layout, it does not give a sense of prosperity and clutter.

Looking absent-mindedly at the scenery on both sides, Wen Lin did not notice that Vicia's pace gradually slowed down.

Unsuspectingly, they bumped into Vicia's back, and with a soft cry, the two stopped at the same time.

Turning around and staring meaningfully at Wen Lin's slightly sluggish forehead gesture, Vicia laughed in a low voice, "Your Excellency, why are you so restless and cramped tonight?"

The hazy moonlight carved Vicia's intoxicating face, and Wen Lin's mind was filled with ups and downs again.

She tightened the string called reason in her mind and bluntly denied, "Your Majesty, your delusion,"

After chuckling lightly, Vicia lifted her lips happily and continued to walk forward, but she deliberately slowed down and waited for Wen Lin to catch up.

The royal court was very quiet at this time, the slow sound of water, the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the steady footsteps of Vicia were clearly heard in the ears.

Rubbing her brows vigorously, Wen Lin closed her eyes and opened them slowly.

The gaze that looked at Vicia again returned to a restrained sobriety and calm.

After striding to catch up and walking side by side with Vicia, Wen Lin took out the white amaranth grass root powder prepared during the day.

"Your Majesty Vicia, a small gift,"

It is a porcelain white oval cake-shaped box, the texture should be some kind of stone, and it feels as warm as jade.

There are no extra ornaments on it, and there is a sense of low-key luxury.

Wen Lin picked this shell out of the box of cosmetics that Bessie had brought in.

With a slight brow lift, Vicia was a little surprised, but didn't show it on her face.

The small porcelain-white box lay quietly in Wen Lin's palm, not only did it not make Wen Lin's skin dull, but instead looked smoother and more delicate.

The wide cuffs slid down with Wen Lin's movements, revealing a thin white wrist.

The well-proportioned muscle lines are not as fragile as ordinary noble ladies, and it can be clearly seen that there is a sense of flexibility and strength.

The throat rolled down silently, and Vicia stretched out her well-defined hand, and slowly clenched Wen Lin's palm from top to bottom, without taking it back.

Wen Lin was stunned, struggled, but did not break free.

Vicia's hands were very soft, with silky warmth and dampness, because Wen Lin held a knife all the year round, and Wen Lin's palm was a thin layer of hard calluses.

When the skin of the palms of the two people touched each other, there was a strange feeling of touch.

Wen Lin turned her head to look, Vicia was watching her tenderly, her deep blue pupils seemed to be surrounded by soft fireworks.

She said warmly, "Your Excellency, I still long for your unreserved loyalty. Is this a gift from you?"

The words of denial choked in her throat, Wen Lin's eyelashes trembled violently, and the wonderful touch of her palms touching her heart.

What seemed to be the whispers of the devil sounded in his ears, trying to pull people into the desire to sink.

During this period, Vicia stood patiently and quietly waited for Wen Lin's answer.

Not daring to look at Vicia's eyes again, Wen Lin shifted her gaze slightly, holding on to her aura,

"Long-term use of lead powder will cause headaches, nausea, loss of appetite, general weakness, and even more serious fever or stroke, but the powder I gave to His Majesty will not. It can really help whiten the skin."

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The author has something to say:

Wen Lin: I didn't expect it, hahahahaha

After seeing your comments, let’s sort out the emotional line in this chapter. The foreshadowing in front of me has almost been revealed. The two people met with the purpose of using each other from the beginning. There is no one who is sorry for the other. , At the same time, they both appreciate each other. Wen Lin, as a modern person, has an independent and free soul, while Vicia is tough and resolute in the era of extreme suppression of women's rights. She is also a benchmark for independent women. Times are hard to come by. From a certain level, they are all very lonely. To put it mildly, their encounter is the resonance of two extremely lonely souls. It may be because of some things that I did not understand. The meaning is also very vague, which makes you a little troubled.

Let's explain the use of Wen Lin in the previous chapters. Don't forget that Wei and Wen spent two months together at sea. Wei will definitely be aware of Wen's secret. She is not only testing Wen, but also trying to figure out what is behind Wen. Who is the person, she is the queen of her own danger, not the domineering president who falls in love with Wen at first sight and can act recklessly, so at the beginning, Wei was just pure use, and I personally feel it is quite normal.

In the later plot, as Wen's more distinctive characters are shown, Wei's thoughts are slowly changing. She appreciates Wen more and more, and as mentioned in the previous article, Vicia has long known that Wen and Sistine are related. , After she got off the ship, she knew Wen Lin's undercover identity, but Wei has been trying to lure Wen to defect to herself. The reasons are both interests and personal emotional factors. The queen is not a stone, but she has a heart.

Maybe it's not so well written. I'm sorry for causing trouble to some little angels. It's the same sentence. If you have any questions about the plot, you can ask them in the comment area, and I will reply when you see them.

Bow and thank you.