Queen and Her Duke

Chapter 43:

Vicia stared at Wen Lin without blinking, and after she was surprised, her meaningful gaze stopped briefly on her rushing chest.

"Your Excellency, you are worried about me,"

Wen Lin was stunned for a while. After a brief silence, she avoided Vicia's gaze and explained coldly, "If you continue, my actions to save you will become meaningless."

In the quiet space, you can clearly hear each other's repressed breathing, and awkward and subtle breaths float between them.

Suddenly, she reached out and held Wen Lin's hand, the warm temperature slipped into her fingers, Vicia chuckled, "Your Excellency, there is not much time left for me, I can only continue to act as if it were the case. appeared in the eyes of the people,"

That smile was like a shaky glow, showing a bit of bitterness, but it was hard to hide his seriousness and concentration.

Countless people are still eyeing, the feather arrow that shot into the queen's chest is extremely dangerous.

Vicia must dispel their doubts as soon as possible, and make them firmly believe that the Queen's arrow wound is far from fatal, so that they can keep silent.

"Don't go,"

The dim light was carefully hidden by Wen Lin at the moment when she lowered her eyes, she threatened, "If they know that you are so careless about your injury, then I think whether it is your vassals or your enemies, they will all sit and stand. Uneasy."

Vicia frowned and looked at her, but without the slightest anger of being provoked, she replied softly, "No,"

For no reason, Wen Lin suddenly felt irritable about Vicia's concession, and she and Vicia needed to avoid these ambiguous moments.

She released her hand, rolled over and got out of bed, Wen Lin walked to the desk and sat down, lit an oil lamp, picked up the quill and started to write something quietly.

The shape of the herbs was drawn on Wen Lin's fingertips, and the blank space below was written in Golan.

The end of the pen and the parchment rubbed a small sound, and Vicia's eyes always lingered quietly on Wen Lin's side, and something was quietly surging at the bottom of the unfathomable eyes.

The light became brighter in the silence, and the first ray of morning breeze penetrated through the half-opened window, accompanied by the refreshing smell of grass and trees.

Mrs. Yaz led the maids in on time to serve and wash up. Seeing that Wen Lin and Vicia were both awake and ignoring each other, she guessed that Wen Lin and Vicia had said something. She thought about it, deliberately Asked if the weather is good today, should the two go out for a walk together.

During the half month of recuperation, neither of them had been out of the White House, and Wen Lin had not even stepped out of the bedroom.

Vicia pretended to inadvertently swept the stack of papers on the desk, and said casually, "Doctor Dort has transplanted a lot of herbs by the lake behind the castle. Your Excellency Wen Lin, come and have a look with me."

With so many maids around, of course Wen Lin wouldn't say no, just as she wanted to hand over the drawn manuscript to Dot, she nodded.

This injury gave Wen Lin the idea of training Dort. His talent in medicine is extremely amazing. Even after watching Wen Lin's surgery once, he could ask some key questions that should be paid attention to during the operation the next day.

Just in case one day he was away, someone could deal with a dangerous situation like this one.

A large area of farmland has been reclaimed by the lake behind the castle. Originally, various kinds of flowers were planted to extract essential oils or to make dried flowers to expel odors.

However, after Dot had repeatedly verified the effects of the herbs, he asked Visia for instructions and changed all the flower fields into herb fields.

When the breeze blew, a strong medicinal fragrance wafted through the nostrils.

Vicia walked at the forefront, Wen Lin followed behind her, and the two walked silently to the cabin by the lake.

Halfway through, Vicia stopped suddenly, stretched out her hand and waved away the servant who was following behind, she turned to look at Wen Lin, and said warmly,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, come to my side,"

Calm and indifferent eyes stared at Wen Lin quietly, slowly swaying the gentle gentleness like water waves, without the slightest sense of oppression, with a silky and intimate tone that was more like a gentle inquiry.

Facing Vicia, who had lost all her edge, and looking at the faint smile in her eyes, Wen Lin didn't open her head uncomfortably, and reminded,

"Your Majesty, I should abide by the etiquette between monarchs and ministers,"

Vicia didn't expect that she would say such a sentence. She felt a little bored in her heart, but there was a shallow curve on her lips. She approached Wen Lin and held her wrist hanging on one side.

"You can be friends with Bessie, Namar, Dot, and even Lucches. You are never so restrained in front of them, why can't I,"

Underneath the quiet blue eyes is the stubbornness to explore to the end.

Vicia leaned forward slightly, and Wen Lin followed, keeping a distance that was not too intimate.

She turned her head stiffly, feeling guilty for no reason, Wen Lin coughed lightly,

"Your Majesty Vicia, you are the monarch of Golan, and you are different from everyone,"

Her heart jumped fiercely, and a strong sense of sourness rushed into Vicia's throat, and a strong sense of loneliness suddenly hit her.

She was firmly imprisoned on the throne of Golan, all day long with conspiracy, calculation, exploitation, and blood.

Everyone respects or fears her, but Wen Lin should be different, and she also hopes that Wen Lin will be different.

Vicia had never seen any respect for secular power in Wen Lin's eyes, so this was undoubtedly a ridiculous excuse.

The long and narrow eyes reflected a dim light in the sunlight, with a faint smile, Vicia dragged Wen Lin towards herself,

"Your Excellency, are you lying, or are you running away, for Lucches?"

Mentioning Lucches again inexplicably, Wen Lin frowned and asked inexplicably, "What does this have to do with Lucches?"

Hiding the irritability caused by mentioning Lucches, Vicia suddenly let go of her hand, took a few steps forward, and her voice sank.

"You admit it yourself, you are because of Lucches

The bishop decided to enter Yinhe Village, and that night, I saw you talking intimately for a long time,"

Staying in the same place, Wen Lin thought for a long time before she understood the meaning of Vichy's words. Thinking of Vicia's attitude that the time was suddenly far and near, Wen Lin laughed dumbly, and her expression suddenly became lighter.

"I approached Bishop Lucches purely for the purpose of investigating some things, and apart from that, there is no other superfluous reason,"

"No lie,"

"without,"

There was finally a genuine smile on Vicia's face, she raised her lips, met Wen Lin's inquiring gaze, and said slowly, "It is my rash to speculate on the relationship between Your Excellency and Bishop Lucches for no reason. "

Wen Lin nodded, taking it for granted that Vicia's hot and cold attitude was because she had misunderstood her relationship with Lucches.

Vicia and the Archdiocese are in trouble, and it makes sense to be on guard because of Lucches.

Thinking of this, Wen Lin's accumulated resentment in her heart dissipated a lot.

The two continued to walk forward, and Wen Lin suddenly said, "I will remember what Your Majesty said, a pair of monarchs and ministers who can trust each other, or can also be called friends,"

With her thumb clasped on her index finger knuckles and rubbing back and forth, Wen Lin looked at Vicia's beautiful profile, her heart was extremely chaotic, but she restrained her.

In the more than 20 years before she came to this world, Wen Lin's life can be described as old-fashioned and dull.

Living in seclusion in the mountains, following the master to learn and cultivate, accepting tasks, and completing tasks.

In terms of feelings, she has always been indifferent, or Wen Lin's life has determined that it is difficult for her to have close contact with other people.

And all this, after meeting Vicia, has undergone subtle changes.

She had never experienced such complex and tangled feelings before. Wen Lin was dazed, clumsy, and overwhelmed.

For the first time, reason and emotion are in conflict with each other.

Wen Lin thought that maybe they could maintain this relationship in the long run with their friends and the relationship between monarch and minister.

A trace of inexplicable loss flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly covered up by Vichy. She raised her eyes and smiled,

"Your Excellency, I am looking forward to you who have given me all my trust,"

"Your Majesty, so am I,"

The two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes entangled in the air for a short time, and it seemed that it was not bad to be in such a comfortable and comfortable state now.

Dort saw Visia and Wen Lin pacing from a distance, and he stepped forward and bowed his knees in flattery.

"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Wen Lin, good day,"

Vicia smiled lightly, looked at Wen Lin, and did not speak.

Handing the drawn manuscript to Dort, Wen Lin turned her gaze to the herb field in the distance, "Or many special medical officers will be interested in these,"

Wen Lin drew all the herbs she had seen in this world, and marked the usage and dosage in detail.

In addition, Wen Lin added some herbs that may grow here according to the climate of the Golan.

Among them, what worries Wen Lin the most is the rattuo flower that can exert anesthesia.

Dot only flipped through it roughly, and found the herb pattern that he had never seen before.

"Your Excellency, these medicinal herbs are amazing, but I have never seen them before,"

Vicia took one and thought about it for a while, "No one knows the use of these herbs before, and it is normal that they have never seen it before. Next to the royal hunting garden is a piece of land with lush vegetation. Your Excellency Wen Lin, Maybe in another half a month, we can go see it together,"

Indeed, as Vicia said, many herbs to be discovered are hidden in the wild, and they can only find time to find them.

Wen Lin, who responded casually, didn't notice that Vicia's eyes were instantly bent. She stared at Wen Lin who was seriously talking to Dort, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

By the way, Vicia was also listening to Wen Lin's more detailed introduction to the characteristics of each herb.

Vicia learns things very fast, and she even memorized the patterns on Wen Lin's manuscript in one morning.

When the two returned, Vicia frowned frivolously and asked in a low voice, "Is this what your Excellency learned from the Garden of Eden?"

Vicia has read many books, and she is curious about all the lands she has never set foot on, especially when she finds out that the Garden of Eden mentioned by Wen Lin is real.

Those blue eyes were filled with the light of pure curiosity, and Wen Lin evoked a gentle smile, "Your Majesty, yes, I don't mind telling you everything you want to know,"

The smile, faint, is like the more harmonious atmosphere between the two of them.

After a long time, Vicia said, "Your Excellency, first teach me the language in the Garden of Eden, teach me to pronounce my name and yours,"

"Vicia,"

"Wen Lin,"

…

Golan and Chinese are two completely different pronunciation systems. Wei Shiya was very eloquent at first, but Wen Lin corrected it patiently and meticulously.

"Don't roll up your tongue, straighten it naturally,"

"…"

"Wen Lin," Suddenly, Vicia pronounced Wen Lin's name in a standard manner.

"Vishia," Wen Lin was startled, and called her name in Chinese.

The sun fell, and a layer of golden light was plated on the edges of their cheeks. Wen Lin couldn't help but hold her breath and stared at Vicia.

"Your Excellency, address me in the language of the Garden of Eden from now on,"

"Okay," Wen Lin agreed after hesitating for a moment.

A faint feeling, like moonlight, like dawn, like a quietly blooming rose, is hard to refuse.

The author has something to say: Ah, it's late, the sequelae of motion sickness are really uncomfortable~

I will try to have a second update tomorrow~

Is this chapter sweet?

Wen: We are monarchs and ministers, but also friends