Queen and Her Duke

The next day, Wen Lin changed into a light shirt and breeches.

Walking to the door of Wang Ting, Wen Lin found that Vicia was wearing a shirt and breeches of the same style as her own, her blond hair was **** with dark blue ribbons, and a pure white lace veil hung down from her forehead. The mood of lingering.

Sitting upright on the horse, she stretched out her hand towards Wen Lin with a faint smile. The light and dark intertwined a crescent-shaped shadow under her eyes, which made her eyes darker.

Cold and gentle.

Wen Lin hesitated for a while, then took Vicia's hand and used her strength to get on her horse, but she held Vicia in her arms.

Pulling the reins, Wen Lin said loudly, "Your Majesty, you probably haven't seen my riding skills yet,"

As the voice fell, Wen Lin rushed out of the royal court on her horse without giving Vicia any time to react.

The screeching wind poured into her throat, and Visia instinctively hugged her back.

Hair twisted in the wild wind. Entangled, each other's breath wantonly rolled into the nose.

Vicia's eyes were dizzy with a thin red, her sitting posture was still dignified and elegant, rubbing her strong arms around her waist and abdomen, and said calmly, "Your Excellency, my riding skills are not inferior to yours,"

Holding the people tighter, Wen Lin just smiled faintly, tightened the reins suddenly, and the horse raised its hooves in the air, making a long neigh.

The royal knights who followed behind saw the Queen and Wen Lin rushing out like a bolt of lightning. They hurried to chase, the whips were more and more frequent and heavier, but they were always separated by a short distance. distance.

The hot air brushed against the auricles, and the chest behind him trembled gently with the low laughter, which could not conceal the unbridled lightness.

The dense and compact urban buildings gradually disappeared, the continuous fields and forests undulating in the distance, a river shimmering like silk and satin appeared in the field of vision, and the horses galloped freely, rushing into the still-fading sea of ​​flowers.

At the rapid speed, Vicia's body slowly relaxed, the slight tension was replaced by the pleasure of venting, and the breathing was out of rhythm.

A small familiar village appeared in the distance, the horse's speed gradually slowed down, Wen Lin dismounted first, and stretched out her hand towards Vicia and bowed gracefully.

Vicia looked down at her, a few strands of hair fell on the side of Wen Lin's face, looking a little messy, but it didn't affect her beauty at all.

Supporting Wen Lin's men to dismount, Visia deliberately got close to her, her thin white fingertips slid from her collarbone to her chest, and poked meaningfully,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, if someone else was so bold, his chest would have been pierced by a feather arrow,"

It's a particularly indulgent tone, the tone is soft and pleasant, and there is no blame.

Wen Lin's heart skipped a beat, and then her eyes were bent, and she pointed to the plain road in the distance with a bit of an inch.

"Your Majesty, take the river as the boundary, and the river bank is 1,000 euros to the west,"

The royal knight caught up at this time, and Visia took the map handed over by the knight sideways.

From here to the west, there are mostly uncultivated swamps, wasteland, and wilderness, but there are not many fertile farmlands.

With 1,000 acres of land, it is not as big as a knight's territory. Vicia frowned and asked, "Your Excellency is sure you want it here,"

Crouching down, Wen Lin pushed aside the weeds and dug out a handful of dirt, rolled it in her hands, put it under her nose and sniffed, nodded affirmatively, "It's here,"

Brenz is rainy year-round and has a mild climate, especially the clay-like soil near the river.

Wen Lin discovered when she was in Yinhe Village that the clayey soil has good fertility, but it has high water content and is not easy to plough. The curved plough has not yet appeared in Golan, so it is difficult to plough the thick soil with less manpower.

But for Wen Lin, it couldn't be more ideal.

However, there is still a problem in order for everything to be implemented smoothly, and that is people.

The Goland is vast and sparsely populated, and the area that Wen Lin picked was not good arable land in the traditional sense. According to the map, there was only one village in Yinhe Village in this thousand mu of land, and most of the villagers in Yinhe Village were for Work in the shipyard.

Vicia proposed to transfer some of the peasants serving the royal family to Wen Lin, but Wen Lin shook her head and refused.

She turned to mentioning the slaves in the arena, "There are quite a few people in the arena. If Your Majesty agrees, I will not be very grateful."

The usefulness of those who can survive in the arena is immeasurable.

If they can be organized and trained, it is very likely that they will become a powerful militia.

The tradition of the Golan is that peasants are recruited to fight in wartime, but most of them live in poverty and cannot afford to buy weapons and armor.

Once there is a war between lords, it is often the knights with elite weapons that play a decisive role, and the peasants are often the first cannon fodder to die.

Wen Lin is determined to reform the farming method, but she does not know how many variables she will face during this period. She needs a group of people who can protect herself and her territory at the same time.

"They are difficult to discipline," Vicia hesitated for a moment, looking at Wen Lin thoughtfully,

The slaves who were sent to the arena either had a deep hatred with the nobles, or they were sinners who treasoned the country...

Their identities are too sensitive for the Golan's ruling class.

Once Wen Lin accepts them openly, they will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Smiling indifferently, Wen Lin looked directly into Vicia's eyes, and said firmly, "Your Majesty, compared to the fear of death every day, no one does not want to live,"

Vicia, who frowned slightly, didn't make a sound, her eyes stopped at the corner of Wen Lin's raised lips, and she turned silently to the village in the distance.

Wen Lin's request, in Vicia's view, has a deep meaning.

Create a gap with all nobles, keep a distance, and attach yourself wholeheartedly,

This is undoubtedly the most suitable relationship between a monarch and a favorite.

Just like Hanvers with himself.

But Wen Lin's request today seemed to be too deliberate, and she deliberately expressed her loyalty to herself.

This is not Wen Lin's usual style.

Vicia couldn't guess her true intentions, and her calm expression was filled with forbearance.

And in this turmoil, there are concerns that Vihiya doesn't want to be trapped in the shackles of the relationship between monarch and minister with Wen Lin.

From beginning to end, Wen Lin quietly waited for Vicia's answer without any urging.

This is a hurdle that Vicia will overcome sooner or later. What she wants is far more than a small territory, and the achievement of all expected goals requires Vicia's trust.

It is no longer limited to verbal promises, but also needs support in action.

The Queen's slender hands were tightly clasped until she walked into Yinhe Village, nor did she let go of Wen Lin's request.

As soon as Visia and Wen Lin appeared, some villagers discovered them.

The very recognizable Dongfang appearance quickly made Wen Lin recognized, and the villagers immediately put down their work and gathered at the entrance of the village.

Wen Lin stood behind Vicia, the status of the two was self-evident, and soon an old man recognized the Wang Jian pined by Vicia on his waist.

They knelt down one after another, and at the same time they wanted to express their gratitude.

It was Wang Ting who saved them, and Wang Ting who drove away the disease.

The current Yinhe Village has been turned upside down, not only the environment, but the most obvious is the villagers. Although they are still thin, their spirits and spirits are completely different.

The hair is no longer covered with insect eggs, withered grass, or cotton wool, and the clothes he wears are simple but very clean.

They bowed their heads very low, and the pious chants sounded at the same time,

"You are the king of the Golan,

May your name be sanctified,

May your will be done on earth,

as in heaven,

You forgive us our debts,

lead us not into temptation,

save us from evil,

The kingdom, the power, and the glory are all yours,

Forever. "【1】

Some ignorant children raised their heads quietly. They stared at Visia, Wen Lin, and the sassy royal knight with round eyes. Their young faces were full of reverence and yearning. .

The appearance of the Queen here is like a bizarre and absurd dream for all the villagers of Yinhe Village.

Even the nobles had never seen them a few times, but they actually met the monarch of the country in the village.

She is not as cold as the rumors say at all, she is graceful and beautiful, and she looks at them with gentle and kind eyes.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Vicia fell into a brief contemplation.

The pure eyes of the villagers pulled Vicia into a memory that was far and somewhat unfamiliar.

The mother who smiled gently, the commoners who had been helped by her mother, and the maid who served by her side because her mother swore to death, they looked at them with the same pure eyes as the villagers.

Vicia can't remember, and can't remember how long she hasn't experienced this kind of simple but strong emotion.

Turning the ring on her hand, Vicia said solemnly, "Get up,"

Instead of the usual tone of voice, there was a hint of gentle hoarseness.

The villagers stood up, glanced at Vicia, then quickly lowered their heads and bent down.

Her holy face made them feel ashamed, as if one more glance would be defiled.

Vicia smiled faintly. She walked into the crowd, passed through the crowd, and looked at the changes in the village.

The crowd moved with the queen, while Wen Lin silently hid in Vicia's shadow.

Vicia asked about their grain harvest, their monthly income, and even what they ate every day and whether they were full every day.

The eyes of the villagers gradually became wet, and the nobles never cared whether their life was difficult, they only cared about whether the taxes were paid on time.

Vicia went to the bakery in the village, the dark bread looked rough and hard to swallow.

She picked one up and put it in her mouth.

There were exclamations one after another in the crowd,

"Your Majesty, don't eat,"

It was very hard, and the gravel inside gnawed her teeth from time to time. Vicia swallowed it with a smile. She looked at Wen Lin across the crowd, and suddenly understood Wen Lin's accusation against herself.

"You lack pity for the pain and misery of your people,"

She trapped herself in the tower of power, but never really experienced the poverty below the tower.

"As a monarch, I should be ashamed of your situation,"

Leaving these words, Vicia walked towards the entrance of the village under the stunned and panicked eyes of the villagers. She walked very fast, and the royal knights gathered around to separate the villagers from Vicia.

There was a hazy smile in Wen Lin's eyes that Vicia couldn't understand. She approached her slowly, her red lips spit out, "Your Excellency, is this what you want, I will satisfy you,"

The smile in Wen Lin's eyes suddenly deepened. She met Vicia's oppressive gaze and said slowly,

"Your Majesty, I see in your eyes the determination to change all this,"

Silence spread between the two, and they rode the same horse again, this time Wen Lin was in front and Visiah was behind.

Vicia rested her head on Wen Lin's shoulder, her voice was low,

"Your Excellency, about the arena, I promise you,"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp stinging pain came from Wen Lin's ears, and the warm and soft touch made her tilt her head unconsciously.

After a long time, Vicia said something inexplicably,

"Wen Lin, never betray me,"

The author has something to say: [1] Referring to the prayer of praise to God

This chapter has a lot of foreshadowing~

You can think about the deep meaning of their actions.