Queen and Her Duke

The Queen's ferocious counterattack caught everyone off guard.

The power of the Sax family rooted in the royal capital was quickly uprooted, like the blood washed away in front of the Royal Palace.

The fully-armed royal knights on the streets searched for those with bad intentions related to the Sax family, and the dull and chilling atmosphere hovered over the capital, lingering.

For the first time, the conspirators and swayers felt the unfathomable unfathomable under the queen's calm smile.

St. Margaret's Church.

The archbishop's pure divine robe tugged on the ground, and his dry hands trembled in prayer to the icon.

Things took a turn for the worse. On the tower of power, the Sax family was the only catholic supporter.

But they were defeated, a dangerous omen, and the archbishop, with his aged face half hidden in the splendid shadows that shone through the rose window, murmured,

"God will send a will, the evil soul has shown its fangs, the judgment of the Holy See is about to break her skull and smash her spine, and she will die miserably in the fire."

Lucches stood behind the Archbishop. He raised his eyes and stared into the eyes of the statue, with a resolute and cold, almost indifferent compassion.

He thought of Wen Lin in Yinhe Village. Will God choose to be on their side this time?

His firm beliefs were shaken at this moment, and his heart was deeply afflicted and tormented.

The scriptures say that God will protect all faithful believers, but why did they lose five years ago, and they also lose five years later.

In their confrontation with Queen Vicia, they repeatedly ended up with concessions.

"She is a truly wise monarch who will end division and unrest in the Golan..."

Wen Lin's words pierced into Lucches' eardrum once again, and he suddenly clenched the cross on his chest.

"Wen Lin, she drove away the epidemic and rescued the seriously injured Vicia. She is qualified to become a white priest in St. Margaret's Church,"

The Archbishop's face changed suddenly, he turned around and asked sharply,

"A woman, a woman in sympathy with fallen souls, Lucius, do you want her to defile the Holy Court?"

Lucches' hand was hidden under the large robe, he met the archbishop's deplorable gaze, and said word by word,

"She created miracles in Yinhe Village, and her reputation among believers is like a raging tide. Even you have heard that she rescued the seriously injured queen, and her heroism in battle is like a god's help,"

Lucches' voice suddenly became high, and he said firmly, "She is the perfect tool created by God, we can't push her to the royal court because of her gender,"

Under Vicia's deliberate attack, the church urgently needs to do something to consolidate its prestige, and Wen Lin will be a very suitable opportunity.

His face changed several times, and the words about absurdity and scorn disappeared in his throat. The Archbishop closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling uncontrollably, he compromised,

"God will forgive our helplessness,"

Vicia was relieved by the church's witty silence, and the ministers in the Privy Council were rejoicing at the victory in the White House Chamber.

Although thrilling, he regained the military power in the hands of the Sax family and successfully won a respite for the subsequent Holy See trial.

The ministers discussed the next response plan nervously and orderly. Vicia sat upright, bent her elbows and supported her upper body, quietly listening to their discussions, occasionally popping out a few key words.

She stared at everyone quietly, with a faint smile on her face, no one could see it, and the bottom of her silent eyes was gloomy and raging.

Wen Lin was still in a coma and didn't know when she would wake up.

By the time everyone left, the light was already sinking.

In the empty council hall, the spirit that Visiah had been supporting all along quickly shriveled.

After Mrs. Yaz came in, Vicia was able to help her stand up.

Everyone else in the distance from the council hall to the bedroom was distracted, and Vicia couldn't lift her strength, so she could only rely on Mrs. Yaz to help her half-laden into the bedroom.

Helping Vicia to lie down, Mrs. Yaz skillfully changed her medicine and fed her soup.

After regaining some strength, Vicia looked at the dwarf beside the bed and asked again, "Has Your Excellency Wen Lin woke up?"

Shaking his head, Yaz said helplessly, "No, the medical officers still say the same thing, as long as your Excellency Wen Lin can wake up, it will be fine,"

Putting her fingers on her eyebrows and rubbing it, Vicia said lightly, "Go and bring in the documents that have been piled up these days,"

Mrs. Yaz wanted to persuade Vicia to rest early, but she finally sighed when she saw that she could only be restrained.

It was another sleepless night, Vicia took the medicinal soup aside and drank it, the bitter medicinal smell overflowing between her lips and teeth.

She stared at the empty medicine bowl for a moment, the medicine soup seemed to be extremely bitter today.

After regaining her senses, Vicia slowly moved towards the other side of the bed, stretched out her hand and clenched Wen Lin's wrist, feeling the clear warmth under her fingertips, and sighed softly,

"Your Excellency, you should wake up,"

In the early morning of the third day, Doctor Wang Ting knelt down a large area outside the corridor.

Vicia sat sideways on the chair in the bedroom, the square-neck long dress full of gold threads wrapped her graceful figure, the satin shawl tightly covered the wound under her neck, and her cheeks were rosy. It was completely impossible to see that she had suffered a serious arrow wound just a few days ago.

"Everyone, give me the exact time when Lord Wen Lin will wake up,"

The eyes are like calm lakes, and Vicia's indifferent tone makes people not feel the slightest anger, but she is not angry and arrogant.

Cold sweat seeped out from the temples, and the medical officers replied tremblingly that there was no way to determine when Wen Lin would wake up.

Wrinkling her brows irritably, Vicia waved her hand and drove everyone away.

She sat down beside Wen Lin and removed Wen Lin's upper body

Her fingertips gently landed on the terrifying scar on Wen Lin's right shoulder.

He frowned, his heart clenched instantly.

She didn't expect that Wen Lin would be so desperate in battle.

The scene of Wen Lin questioning herself appeared in Vicia's mind, her eyes were a bit hurt and wronged.

Thinking that Wen Lin decided to enter Yinhe Village because of Lucches, Vicia's eyes darkened quietly, she took the ointment from Dort on the side and gently rubbed it on Wen Lin's wound, "Your Excellency , we may be closer than you and Lucches,"

The person who fell asleep still didn't give any response, Vicia simply stayed in the bedroom, quietly waiting for Wen Lin to wake up.

While her thoughts were dizzy, Wen Lin vaguely felt that someone was beside her, wiping her body, giving her medicine, and the depressed sigh that fell into her ears.

Her chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder. Wen Lin tried her best to open her eyes, but found that the pain in her chest was getting sharper.

wow~

Suddenly, Wen Lin spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The sudden unexpected situation made Visia stand up in shock. She wanted to step forward to support Wen Lin, but she stretched out her hand in the air but shrank back suddenly, and hurriedly opened the door to let Dort, who had been waiting, come in. diagnosis and treatment.

Wen Lin lowered her head, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, and her embarrassed appearance was shocking.

She pushed Dort away as she approached, her voice hoarse, "I'm fine,"

Afterwards, Wen Lin reported the names of several herbs and asked Dot to boil them.

Wen Lin's medical skills are obvious to all, and no one will question it.

Standing on one side, Vicia's body trembled uncontrollably, she stepped forward and hugged Wen Lin, brought water to her to rinse her mouth, and straightened Wen Lin's messy hair very naturally.

After the sharp pain in her chest subsided, Wen Lin regained her senses. She checked herself for her pulse. For her, it was not a serious injury.

Spit out the congestion and take care of it for a few days.

Behind the familiar aroma that gradually invaded, Wen Lin calmed down and withdrew from Vicia's arms, "Your Majesty, just let the maid serve,"

Suddenly, her body froze, and the bottom of Visia's eyes was as quiet as the boundless night. She stood up and stepped back without revealing a trace. The calm face seemed to have never worried about Wen Lin, never had any concern for Wen Lin. distressed,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I should thank you, if it weren't for you, I might not have won the victory so smoothly," said a monarch and minister with a near-near attitude.

Frowning her brows, Wen Lin showed a sarcastic smile, sarcastically, "Your Majesty, you have already arranged reinforcements, and everything I do with love is just a trivial point on your crown of glory,"

A few strands of blond hair fell silently, outlining the gradually icy silhouette of Visia.

Vicia knew that Wen Lin had misunderstood again.

With a helpless chuckle, Visia looked at the white wall outside the window, with helplessness in her eyes,

"That's not the reinforcements I arranged. They're not even trained troops. They're civilians that Eggers hastily found and disguised. I'm sincerely thanking you, Your Excellency,"

After a moment's pause, Vicia looked at Wen Lin who remained silent, her eyes flashed, and thoughtfully,

"Your Excellency, maybe we can try to be a pair of monarchs and ministers who trust each other. Like you said, I have my mission, and you also have something you want to accomplish in Golan,"

Her eyes were a bit messy, but Visiah concealed it well.

This is the biggest concession she can make for Wen Lin at the moment. Even if it is deception, Vicia can't stand any other intimate relationship between Wen Lin and Lucches.

Wen Lin looked into Vicia's eyes, her brows wrinkled unconsciously, the heart in her chest seemed to have been stabbed by some kind of sharp weapon, and it was stuffy and painful.

After a brief hesitation, Wen Lin nodded.

For the next half month, Wen Lin was forced to stay in her bedroom by Vicia to recover from her injuries.

And said a reason that Wen Lin couldn't refuse, that is, the wound under Vicia's neck worsened again.

Originally, according to Wen Lin's expectations, Vicia, who had passed the dangerous period, would recover quickly, but Vicia, who was entangled in government affairs and could not escape, obviously couldn't take a good rest and recuperate her injuries.

Vicia had two more fevers intermittently, but Wen Lin's injuries recovered very quickly, and even the scar on her right shoulder faded a lot.

During the day, Wen Lin could hardly see Vicia. She often rushes to the council hall before dawn, and often doesn't come back until early in the morning.

Wen Lin has always slept lightly, and with her habit of always being vigilant, no matter how light Vicia's movements were, Wen Lin would wake up.

For half a month, the gloom in Wen Lin's eyes became heavier and heavier. If this continued, Visia's body would only be slowly worn down.

One morning, just as Vicia was about to get up, Wen Lin suddenly rolled over and climbed onto Vicia's bed, pressing her into the soft goose down quilt.

"Don't go," was a low voice mixed with obvious anger.

The author has something to say: the treasures on the apex, happy National Day~

I don’t have a second update today, and I don’t think so tomorrow. I have to pack my things and prepare to go back to my hometown. The car is the most convenient, but I am extremely motion sick~ I can only try my best tomorrow.

Now Wei thought that Wen Lin was interested in Lucches, so she was now deliberately covering up her possessiveness towards Wen Lin.

My Wen's physique is super strong, and normal physical damage can't cause serious injuries.