Queen and Her Duke

When Wen Lin woke up, the seat beside her was still warm.

She glanced at the room, and Vicia was sitting upright at the front of the table not far away, with a thick stack of documents on the table, her face was quiet and focused.

Hearing the rustling movement, Vicia turned her head.

Wen Lin was half leaning on the bed, the collar of her clothes was loosely open, her neck was slender, and it ran down her neck, a snow-white stretch, with scattered red marks looming in her draping hair.

Her chest was slightly hot, and the tip of the pen immediately streaked a long ink trail on the paper. Vichy's eyes froze under Wen Lin's neck for a moment, and then she moved away pretending to be nothing.

Both of them ate dinner last night. Knowing the taste, Wen Lin seemed to have endless energy, from the room all the way to the bathroom, forcing Visia to call her name over and over again.

The moonlight last night was very weak, scattered through the glass window, and plated a layer of light on the two of them.

What's more presumptuous is to hug or bow, but Wen Lin begged Vicia to try everything that could be tried.

Wen Lin's eyes glowed with water, and her face was flushed. Seeing her restrained questioning, Vicia did not refuse.

The uncontrollable image of last night popped up in her mind. Vicia was a little helpless and a little shy, but her face was calm. She didn't expect Wen Lin to suddenly become so strong on...

"Your Excellency, wash up, I'll prepare breakfast."

"Ah," Wen Lin wasn't fully awake yet, her eyes were moist and misty, and she looked a little dumb when she looked at Vicia.

Last night's Vicia bowed her neck softly and took the trouble to greet her. Following her request, Wen Lin felt unfulfilled as soon as she thought of Vicia's trembling and blurred appearance.

He subconsciously licked his lips, and the dry lips were coated with a layer of bright water, which looked charming and charming.

Vicia's eyes darkened quietly, the touch of her red lips swept across last night. Feeling prickly. Agitation her, every time she forced herself to tremble uncontrollably, she would restrain herself.

Her throat tightened, and Vicia nodded slightly embarrassedly, and said softly, "I'll go to the kitchen."

The bedroom is on the second floor and the kitchen is in the courtyard on the first floor.

When they were about to leave, Wen Lin was able to react, and she turned over and got out of bed without thinking, "Your Majesty, let me go."

There is a special person to serve Vicia for food and clothing. I am afraid that from birth to the present, she has been in the kitchen only a handful of times, let alone cooking food herself.

What's more, he tossed people very badly last night.

Wen Lin got up in a big range, and the front of her clothes spread out in an instant, but she was still rummaging through the clothes unknowingly.

As her body froze, Vicia instantly closed the door that had opened a small gap.

She slowly exhaled a breath and stepped forward. Under Wen Lin's dazed eyes, Vicia's cold fingertips landed on her neck, and then slowly slipped down.

Vicia lowered her head, and Wen Lin could only see her delicate and white neck, and her eyelashes fluttering like cicada wings. The thin redness on her face made Vicia look extra gentle and affectionate at this time.

Her movements were equally meticulous. After tying Wen Lin's shirt, Vicia raised her head with an imperceptible emotion in her eyes. meaning.

She looked at Wen Lin and said firmly, "Your Excellency, what you can do for me, I will try to do it for you, not to mention it's just cooking now."

The heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

Wen Lin scrutinized Vicia's expression carefully, and after confirming that she was not joking, her heart suddenly filled with secret joy, and then she held Vicia's hand, and her fingertips scratched twice in Wen Lin's palm.

"Then I will accompany Your Majesty."

"Okay."

Wen Lin's brows and eyes widened, her eyes curved, and there was a genuine smile on her face that couldn't be concealed.

Looking at Wen Lin's expression from the corner of his eye, Vicia also smiled, but a slight sourness appeared in her heart.

Vicia couldn't help but reflect, it turned out that as long as she gave in just a little bit, she could make Wen Lin so happy.

Walking side by side through the stone path in the courtyard, the two came to the kitchen.

The maids were living around the stove and the oven. On the table beside them were all kinds of cut ingredients and bread. It seemed that Vicia had ordered someone to go back to the royal court to fetch them early in the morning.

The temperature in the kitchen was much higher than outside, and after standing by the fire for a while, the faces of the two were flushed with suffocation.

Vihia took off the mink fur cloak on the outside and wore the tight-fitting gown that Wen Lin usually wears, which made Vihia's already slender waist appear more tender and soft.

Seeing Vicia wearing her own clothes, Wen Lin felt a warm current in her heart, it was numb, and then the warmth filled her heart.

Seeing the material, Vihia is about to cook chicken soup, and she is surprisingly familiar with her actions.

Wen Lin had already sent all the servants out first, and went to the other side to help set the fire.

All the materials were prepared in advance. Vicia methodically put the chicken, herbs, and spices into the crock pot. Finally, the edge of the lid was sealed with water, and the fire was kept low and simmered.

As for the cold bread, brush it with a layer of honey and then put it in the oven, the outside will be more crispy, but the inside is still the same soft.

Although these steps were extremely simple if Wen Lin did them, but if they were put on Vicia, the meaning would be completely different.

Vicia's familiar movements seem to have been practiced many times in private. Wen Lin is both surprised and curious. The process is not difficult, but there are many detailed steps that can only be known after special consultation.

For example, the ratio and placement order of chicken and medicinal materials, and the sealing of the jar with water…

"Your Majesty, have you gone to the kitchen to learn how to cook?"

Vicia turned her head, her eyes flickered for a moment, then slowly turned her face and looked away, she didn't answer.

Seeing what Wen Lin could not understand, she laughed, Wen Lin stood up and walked over to pull Vihia to the fire and sit down, her lips pressed to Vihia's cheek, "Your Majesty Vihia, this is Is it for me to study specifically?"

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The light immediately condensed on Wen Lin's face, looking at the eagerness in Wen Lin's eyes, Vicia nodded her head in a weird way, and then turned her head very quickly, no longer paying attention to Wen Lin.

The more Vihia was like this, the deeper the smile in Wen Lin's eyes, she took Vihia into her arms like an inch, and lightly pecked her lips under Vihia's neck.

An unbearable stab. Itchy, Vicia raised her head slightly, raised her hand and patted the back of Wen Lin's hand, scolding, "Your Excellency, this is in the kitchen."

Hearing this, Wen Lin moved for a while, but didn't stop. She stretched out her long legs, pressed Vicia's legs, and then hugged her waist tightly. The other hand unceremoniously opened her neckline, The straight collarbone is pure white and hazy, tempting people to dye it.

With a heavy cloud in her eyes, Wen Lin's tongue was dexterous, and she was the first to land on the healed arrow wound.

The wound was treated in a timely manner, and there was no serious inflammation in the follow-up, but because the wound was too deep, it was impossible to completely remove the scar.

The scar is not ugly, it is a faint fan, Wen Lin **** up from the scar lovingly. Nibbling, wandering between the delicate collarbones, leaving a string of bright water marks.

The body was imprisoned, Vicia closed her eyes, resisted the urge to speak and shudder, and said intermittently, "Ge... Your Excellency, enough... enough."

The heat spread along the staggered breathing of the two of them. Wen Lin suppressed the strong throbbing in her heart and closed Vicia's collar before retreating a distance.

Wen Lin's entire face was covered with thin red, her breathing was warm, and her hazy eyes looking at Vicia were suddenly filled with a bit of sourness, and she said in a hoarse voice,

"Your Majesty Vicia, you dance with Prince Philip, go hunting together, baptize the people together, watch gladiatorial fights and plays together..."

After a long silence, Wen Lin continued, "I haven't done any of this with you."

Got breath. Vihia, who was resting, quickly calmed down. She looked at Wen Lin, whose breath suddenly fell, and she was amused at the same time.

It seemed that Wen Lin did not return to the royal court for three months, simply because of Philip's arrival.

The corners of his mouth were pulled, and in his hoarse voice, he remembered with a little coaxing voice, Vicia flexed Wen Lin's chin,

"I'll stay here for the next half month. You can do whatever you want with me, Your Excellency."

Her throat rolled down, and Wen Lin stared at Vicia with brighter eyes. After the ecstasy, she suddenly woke up and asked worriedly,

"Your Majesty stays here, who will entertain Prince Philip who has come from afar?"

Slightly startled, Vicia's eyes instantly turned cold when she heard Philip.

"Many priests of the Holy See were mixed in with the marriage mission. After three months of searching in the royal city to no avail, they found an excuse to go to the three counties of Sutherland Heights, and they will not return to Brenz in a short time."

Philip was notoriously fickle. Promiscuous, flamboyant, handsome, and the only remaining male in the Sistine royal family.

Therefore, both the Sistine Royal Family and the Holy Court want to use his marriage to gain benefits.

And this kind of person is naturally used to the more stupid the better.

The smile on Wen Lin's face stopped abruptly, and she suddenly understood why Vicia would endure Philip and the Sistine mission everywhere.

Also, the Sistine Mission did not find out any information about him within three months. You don’t need to guess to know that it must have been moved by Visia. All these three months, are you really digging your horns?

Wen Lin lowered her head and remained silent. She couldn't believe it. It was easy to see her intentions, but she was swayed by her emotions.

Looking at Wen Lin, who was sinking again, Vicia helplessly stretched out her hand and pinched her earlobe, and started talking.

"Your Excellency, danger is imminent, Lady Wormion loses power, and Prince Philip turns to the Holy Court."

Vicia watched the flames beating in the stove, her expression dignified.

She was not unaware of danger. On the contrary, Wen Lin's life experience had been weighing heavily on her heart.

Vicia tried to search for all the information that recorded Mrs. Gunneville. It turned out that the reforms that Wen Lin did did not happen, her mother had already tried it.

It's just that the scope of Lady Gunneville's execution is very small, and it is limited to the territory of the Duke of Sutherland, so it is rarely known.

But the Holy Court is very clear, Vicia burned all the materials that could be found, and had already sent people to destroy the ruins left in the three counties of Sutherland Heights.

What Naihe is doing now is to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Sooner or later, Wen Lin will be exposed to the eyes of the Holy Court, and Vicia must extend this period of time as long as possible.

They must accumulate capital to fight against the Holy See as much as possible during this period of time.

Wen Lin smiled reluctantly, and the sense of crisis that had been hidden for a while came out. She was keenly aware of the details in Vichy's words.

"Mrs. Wormion lost power? What about Her Majesty Tilia?"

"Mrs. Warmin was imprisoned in the palace by Tilia. According to the news returned by the spies, all the property forces of the Warmin family were taken over by Tilia."

Speaking of which, Vicia's expression became subtle. In fact, she hadn't finished the news yet. The original words returned by the spies were,

"Tilia imprisoned Mrs. Wormyn in the palace, day by day. Play."

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