Queen and Her Duke

There was silence in the car, Wen Lin's bending movement stopped in mid-air, her eyes touched Vicia, revealing the meaning of inquiry.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, leave the letter," the swaying light and shadow plated from the tips of Vicia's pale golden hair to the ends of her slightly curved eyes, with a light and calm smile.

"why?"

After a moment of doubt, Wen Lin is not a person who tends to follow the rules. She will probably open the letter ahead of time because she is looking for clues about the cause of Father Carson's death.

Wei Shiya hesitated for a long time, Wen Lin noticed that she had some tangled eyes, and asked seriously,

"Does your Majesty know what is written in this letter? Don't want me to know?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Lin's question was very direct, Vicia looked at her straightforward puzzled expression, and had no doubt that she had something to do with Father Carson's death.

With a faint smile on the corners of her lips, Vicia said warmly, "No matter what Father Carson wrote, I don't want your Excellency to open this letter now,"

Seeing Wen Lin's brows slightly raised, she approached suddenly, Vicia subconsciously clenched the letter in her hand, slightly nervous.

A faint fragrance shrouded in shadows, a cool kiss fell on Visia's forehead, Wen Lin coughed lightly,

"If that's the case, then as Your Majesty wishes,"

Wen Lin's eyes looked extraordinarily deep under the firelight, as if there were thousands of precipitous ravines hidden deep in them.

The heart under the ribs trembled uncontrollably, Visia's eyes deepened, she stroked the back of Wen Lin's neck, and pressed her to herself.

The two thin red lips kept approaching in the thick and ambiguous breath, Wen Lin's throat tightened, and the moment her lips touched, she pulled away.

"Your Majesty, it's time for me to go to the monastery," Wen Lin lowered her eyes with a teasing smile on her lips.

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly got off the carriage.

Vicia was stunned for a long time, and pressed her fingers to her lips, the mushy. The soft warmth still seemed to linger on his lips.

After swallowing very slowly, Vicia opened the car window and watched Wen Lin's back disappear completely into the night, and then ordered the carriage to drive back to the royal court.

Hanvers was looking at the last group of people to be sent away, when he saw Wen Lin approaching with a smirk.

After rubbing his eyes several times, Hanvers was sure that he had read it right. Is this still the majestic and dignified Lord Wen Lin during the day? Why is she laughing so strangely? Under the swaying firelight, Wen Lin looked a little weird when she laughed alone.

After a distance, Hanvers shouted, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Immediately, Wen Lin came back to her senses, and instantly suppressed her excess emotions and returned to her indifferent look.

Humphreys, who witnessed Wen Lin's entire face-changing process, showed a slightly surprised smile.

Waiting for Wen Lin to approach, she asked casually, "Have Your Excellency Wen Lin found anything to be happy about?"

Glancing at Hanvers, Wen Lin said without any emotion, "No,"

Showing that he didn't want to say anything, Humphreys smiled indifferently, patted the dust off his arms, and turned to the current situation in the Fangtings ghetto.

All the residents whose identities have been verified have been transferred to the manor in the suburbs, and more than 200 people with unknown origins have been left behind. When talking about the people who were left behind, Humphston paused, a rare Bringing personal emotions, showing obvious taboos and dislikes.

They may be fugitives from their own country, or they may be unscrupulous people who have flowed in from other countries. They are an important incentive to aggravate the chaos and unrest of the poor in Fangtings.

Such a group of people is difficult to subdue, and even if they obtain their short-term obedience by relying on power, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no hidden dangers in the future.

Hanvers' concerns were exactly what Wen Lin was worried about. She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Have the twenty or so people who escaped before been caught?"

"Two or three escaped, and the remaining nineteen who were caught have been locked up in the Atta Tower,"

Just when Wen Lin was thinking about what to do with the rest of the people, they lost their patience and began to roar rudely and impatiently.

"Since you won't take us out, let us go,"

"That is, what does it mean to keep us hanging here?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, and say anything that will help us, it really is a shameless and hypocritical aristocratic style,"

"..."

Among the noisy roars, there was no lack of obscene insults. After Wen Lin heard it, she frowned lightly and walked towards the solid crowd surrounded by guards.

"You still have a chance to confess. As long as you are not the most wicked, I am willing to give you forgiveness and a chance to leave here and start over."

As soon as Wen Lin approached, the noisy discussion subsided.

Compared with the daytime, her expression and tone are much colder at this time, and when you meet her eyes, you will unconsciously feel a strong sense of fear in your heart.

There were a few villains who were used to bullying others by relying on their good skills, exchanged glances with each other, and lowered their heads while spitting.

She is obviously a woman, why do you feel scared just by looking at her?

As soon as Wen Lin said this, they immediately started to get restless again, "Why should we trust you?"

With a chuckle, Wen Lin's words were piercingly cold, "Do you have any other options?"

Wen Lin will never abuse her sense of morality. It is extremely stupid to be soft-hearted in the face of evil people.

The remaining group of people, in terms of physique and clothing, are much better than the others before. As for the reason, it is nothing more than the pickle method of bullying and robbing other people or people who are related to the assassination of Father Carson.

There was a moment of silence in the crowd.

Some people have expectations, some people have faces

The colors were blue and white, and those who were left behind were deeply aware that their situation was like a fish trapped in a shoal, and they could only be at the mercy of Wen Lin.

When they were surprised, Wen Lin added,

"You can report on each other, and I will consider relaxing the conditions for active whistleblowers as appropriate,"

The atmosphere became increasingly dull and oppressive.

As expected by Wen Lin, some people soon couldn't help it, and saw twenty or thirty people suddenly rushed out of the crowd and attacked in Wen Lin's direction.

Hanvers made a coordinated gesture, and a rain of arrows shot out.

The scratching sound of several sharp blades piercing into flesh and blood sounded, and Wen Lin stared indifferently at everything in front of her.

The people who rushed out were all holding well-made knives and long swords, and the movement skills that had been specially trained at first glance were exposed at this time.

Relying on the desperate style of play, they successfully tore a gap in the encirclement of the guards, and several crossbows. Taking advantage of this gap, the arrow shot towards Wen Lin.

The long knife was unsheathed, and before everyone could see Wen Lin's movements clearly, they heard a few clanging sounds and the crossbow. Arrows fell to the ground.

Take advantage of Wen Lin to avoid the crossbow. In the gap between the arrows, someone tried to approach her,

"Right now, hold her hostage and we can hopefully get out,"

Standing not far away, Hanvers, who was calmly watching the battle, also heard this low-pitched shout. He didn't know how to react for a while. Although the people who rushed out were good, they were really stupid.

Without even touching the corner of Wen Lin's clothes, she was suppressed by the guards who came.

However, just when Wen Lin was about to leave a few live questions, black blood splattered from the corners of their mouths at the same time, and one of them stared at Wen Lin and said bitterly, "You can't escape, the master will take revenge for us. ," He died instantly after speaking.

Hanvers narrowed his eyes, stepped forward and opened one's mouth, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, there is medicine hidden in his mouth,"

"Check whether the remaining people have poison hidden in their mouths, and then take them all to Atta,"

Wen Lin's expression was obviously worried. Looking at the **** scene in front of her, she frowned and turned to leave.

The rest will be handled by Humphreys.

Wen Lin wanted to go to the royal court, sniffed the **** smell on her body, walked halfway, and temporarily turned back to the mansion to take a bath.

After bathing, it was already two or three in the morning.

But Wen Lin didn't feel sleepy at all, and a string was tightened in her mind. What did the man say before he died?

Has his identity been discovered by the Holy Court?

As soon as the idea came up, Wen Lin denied it herself. If it was really the Holy Court, she wouldn't have sent just such a small number of people.

The temporarily incomprehensible situation made Wen Lin feel a sense of urgency and anxiety. Her identity is inherently sensitive, and she must not be exposed until Vicia is in complete control of the situation in Golan.

But what happened today seems to be telling Wen Lin that there is another person hidden in the dark who knows her identity.

But what was that man's purpose? While thinking hard, Wen Lin walked into the White House.

The maids of the vigil were amazed when they saw Wen Lin, how could Her Excellency Wen Lin enter the palace so late.

"Your Excellency, Her Majesty Vicia has fallen asleep,"

Wen Lin motioned them to keep their voices low and ignore her, and then gently opened the door of Visia's bedroom under the shocked gaze of the maid.

The maids looked at each other, not knowing whether to stop them or pretend they didn't see it.

When they were struggling, Wen Lin walked in and closed the door.

There was a dim yellow light in the bedroom. Wen Lin slowed down and walked to the bed, quietly watching Vicia's sleeping face.

The uncontrollable anxiety in my heart began to gradually calm down.

Taking off her robe, Wen Lin lay down gently on the outermost side of the bed. She turned her head and continued to stare at Visia quietly.

After watching for a while, Wen Lin stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Vicia's eyebrows, but afraid of waking her up, she hung her hand in the air and traced it at a distance.

The bed was huge, but because Vicia was sleeping in the middle, Wen Lin didn't dare to make any big moves, so she had to sleep on the outermost edge of the bed, with more than half of her body uncovered by the quilt.

At some point, Vicia opened her eyes, and a sigh escaped from the corner of her lips.

She grabbed Wen Lin's hand, pulled the person close to her, and then pressed half of her body on Wen Lin's body.

The coldness was instantly diluted by the wrapped temperature, and Wen Lin subconsciously called out, "Your Majesty Vicia,"

Vicia held her tighter, leaning her head on Wen Lin's shoulder, "Why did you enter the palace so late?"

After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​talking to Xiang and Vicia. Now the situation is unclear, and it is useless to say it, but it makes her worry for nothing.

He turned and said, "Your Majesty, I miss you too, so I came to see you and disturbed His Majesty's rest. I should apologize,"

Keenly aware that Wen Lin was hiding something from herself, Vicia got close to her and kissed her lips. . soft.

"Your Excellency, you really should be punished, and I should think about how to punish you,"

Vicia's movement was a bit sudden, Wen Lin subconsciously reached out her hand to press her shoulder, but unexpectedly landed on her soft chest. on the candied.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and Vicia immediately smiled, with a slightly bewitching voice,

"Your Excellency, I allow you to continue"

The author has something to say: ah ah ah, busy moving, and a lot of heavy and thick books, a headache...

The update is a bit late these days, you can wait until you wake up the next day to watch.

Wen is a trusted Wei, and he tells His Majesty everything about himself from the future. How could He easily doubt His Majesty~

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