Queen and Her Duke

It stands to reason that Field was from a noble family and had good governance sensitivity.

He originally thought that Wen Lin wanted to develop into a nobleman of the separatist side, but it was not until he found that she was always circling the royal city that Field realized something was wrong.

It turns out that Your Excellency Wen Lin was planning for Her Majesty Vicia from the very beginning?

After realizing this fact, Field showed a slightly bitter smile. Many of his family members and subordinates were hanged or tortured to death because of Vicia's success.

Although there was no right or wrong in the battle for the change of the throne, there were only cruel and **** victories and defeats, but Field couldn't have no grudge against Vicia.

Just as Field was absent-minded, Vicia raised her hand to suppress the sound, facing him, "If I remember correctly, you are General Field."

Her cheeks were fair and beautiful, covered with a radiant light, and her majestic scrutiny eyes were invisible.

She recognized herself, Field gripped the sword tightly, the sharp edge of the sword sinking into the flesh, he didn't notice it.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Come here, kneel down."

Field stiffly stood up straight and didn't move. Vicia stared straight at him expressionlessly and didn't move.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, and as time went on, the atmosphere seemed to be dripping with water.

Even Eggers couldn't hold back and signaled Field to hurry up. For a general who had almost never been defeated, more people felt sorry for him after his arrest, and Eggers also felt sorry for him.

Especially for Eggers, Field's few close opponents.

But Field didn't move, his eyes were as cold and sharp as a wolf. Just when he moved his lips to say something, Wen Lin suddenly said,

"Lord Field, go over."

The stalemate scene made the knights under the high platform look at each other, but they did not make any sound that should not be made.

In the awe-inspiring silence, a power that seemed to tear everything was brewing.

Wen Lin's cold rebuke made Fielder wake up instantly, he tilted his head slightly, Wen Lin's expression was awe-inspiring, and her tone was tough, but she did not reveal any arrogance that belonged to the superior.

If a spoonful of cold water was poured on his head, cold sweat oozes from Field's back, and he has to take his subordinates out of slavery together. They have just seen the dawn of being able to set foot on the battlefield again.

No matter what Vicia wanted to do, he shouldn't provoke her.

Field walked slowly, and knelt down with a thud.

Wen Lin's and Vicia's eyes met unexpectedly in the air, and then quickly moved away, a smile quietly passing from the bottom of their eyes.

When he looked down at Field, he quickly returned to silence.

Under the gazes of everyone, Vicia raised **** and tapped Field's forehead, "Lord Field, under the witness of the Holy Spirit, I choose to forgive your sins."

There is very little precedent for condoning treason. Field was stunned at first, but after reacting, he kept his knees and looked at Vicia in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, I..."

Almost lost his voice, Field turned to look at Wen Lin, only to see Wen Lin looking at Vicia.

Without caring about Field's gaffe, Vicia walked slowly towards Wen Lin, the two held hands, smiled tacitly, and walked down the high platform side by side.

It wasn't until the backs of the two were far away that everyone could react. They came very hastily, and they left just as suddenly, but they were instantly excited.

When they returned, the two rode together.

Vicia is in the front, Wen Lin is in the back.

Holding the person in her arms, Wen Lin suddenly bit Vicia's ear and licked it maliciously.

"Your Majesty, why do you force Field in front of everyone's eyes? He will be more grateful if you call him into the royal court and issue an order."

When it comes to relationships, Wen Lin is far less sensitive than others.

Vicia reluctantly glanced at Wen Lin, she just wanted Field to owe Wen Lin more, a famous general, if Wen Lin could get his true allegiance, it would undoubtedly be a powerful guarantee.

In fact, Vicia didn't agree with Wen Lin's practice of excluding the nobles, and it was not a good feeling to fight alone.

But Wen Lin has always had her own principles and methods of doing things. She has a distinct personality. Although she doesn't have deep friendship with any nobles, she can handle her relationship with them with ease, without being too cold.

Field was a former traitor, and now he has nothing to rely on, and relying on Wen Lin will be his best and only choice.

Everything Wen Lin did was as straightforward and enthusiastic as her love, and Vicia saw it all in her eyes, and she also planned for Wen Lin in the dark.

They both want to make each other's future better.

It's just some intentions, and Vicia doesn't plan to take the initiative to say it. Between them, to get to the bottom of it, it is she who owes Wen Lin more.

Three more days passed, and the day came when Vihiagea returned to the royal court.

Wen Lin woke up early in the morning, and packed the thick winter clothes, capes, gloves, rain gear, thermos, and even some interesting snacks that were made in the past few days, but those that were not in the royal court, filled a few carts, ready to give to Vichy Ya took it back to the royal court.

It happened that the convoy in the village was also going to deliver goods to the king city, so Wen Lin planned to go back with them, just to visit the shop together.

In fact, the moment Wen Lin got up, Vicia woke up. It was not until Wen Lin kissed her on the lips and walked out that Vihia opened her eyes.

There was a rippling smile in her eyes, her lips were curved, and the blanket was warm, just like Wen Lin's fiery body temperature.

It's just that Wen Lin woke up, and Vicia didn't have much interest in continuing to sleep. After calling the maid to get acquainted, as soon as she walked out the door, she saw Wen Lin who was busy not far away.

He was still wearing the same simple dark gown without any decoration as before. He was tall and long, and he looked neat when walking around, but he also had an indescribable dignified air.

Vicia leaned on the railing on the second floor with one hand and smiled

Looking at her, Wen Lin just happened to look back, and their eyes met at a distance.

Without hesitation, Wen Lin whispered a few words and walked to the manor.

The maid had already prepared the food that the two of them would eat for breakfast in the dining room. As soon as Wen Lin stepped into the dining room, she saw Vicia and waved to her with a smile.

With chills on her body, Wen Lin hesitated for a while and sat down a little further away when she looked at the not thick clothes on Vicia's body.

Vicia clapped her fingers on the table and looked at her dissatisfiedly, "Your Excellency, sit here and sit beside me."

"Your Majesty, it's wet with rain and cold," Wen Lin shook her head and explained.

Seeing that she didn't move, Vicia simply moved her own position and sat beside Wen Lin. Before Wen Lin could react, she held Wen Lin's cold hand and slowly rubbed her to warm her hand.

Wen Lin moved uncomfortably and wanted to withdraw her hand, "Your Majesty, I'm not cold."

Vihia ignored her, and didn't let go until she warmed Wen Lin's hands. Seeing the wet marks on Wen Lin's body, she ordered someone to bring a brazier in.

Sitting quietly to the side, Wen Lin stared at the person in front of her, as if Vicia's posture in front of her was getting lower and lower.

This made Wen Lin feel a little helpless, but at the same time she was a little uncontrollable joy.

They are not only kings and ministers, but also lovers.

Noticing Wen Lin's sight that the rope was about to wrap around her, Vicia raised her eyes to look at her, and joked deliberately, "What are you looking at?"

The food on the table was exquisite and rich, but it couldn't reach a shred of Vicia. Wen Lin subconsciously said, "Look at you, it's delicious."

"Delicious?" Vicia was puzzled.

This is an idiom that Wen Lin has not taught Vicia. After realizing what she said, Wen Lin's face became suspiciously thin, and she changed the subject with an extremely unnatural expression.

"Your Majesty, the convoy is about to leave soon, we should have dinner."

The traces of Wen Lin's deliberate change of topic were very obvious. Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, Vicia didn't force her.

The two then ate their breakfast quietly.

During the whole process, Wen Lin's eyes were always fixed on Vicia's face, Vicia looked at Wen Lin with a smile, and asked again,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, what are you looking at?"

With a subdued cough, Wen Lin turned her eyes away a little, "I just want to take a look at Your Majesty. You won't be able to see each other every day when you return to the royal court."

The feelings entrenched in their hearts are so pure and pure, but there are too many things between the two, forcing them to think, plan, restrain, and compromise.

Wen Lin couldn't help but think these days, if she and Vicia were just ordinary people, wouldn't they have to go through such hard work and restraint.

But if they were all ordinary people, maybe they wouldn't meet them.

Looking at Wen Lin's changing face, Vicia couldn't guess what she was thinking, but her face was not so gentle.

Fingers stroked Wen Lin's cheek, Vicia got close to her, her voice was very soft but incomparably clear penetrated into Wen Lin's ear,

"Your Excellency, don't you want to return to the royal court for three months?"

Without obvious anger, Wen Lin could hear a shallow accusation.

The broken light trembled in the depths of her eyes, and Wen Lin shook her head. When they parted, the time they spent together seemed extraordinarily precious. Wen Lin didn't want to make Vicia unhappy.

Wen Lin leaned over and hugged Vicia from behind, her lips pressed against the back of her neck, gradually spreading down her neck.

"No, no matter how busy I am in the future, as long as I am still in the royal city, I will return to the royal court every three days at most."

With Wen Lin's assurance, Vicia reassured herself into Wen Lin's embrace.

The supple black hair drilled in along the neckline and slid across the thorns. Itching, a soft moan escaped from Vichy's lips and inserted. The fingers that entered Wen Lin's hair clump unconsciously exerted force.

Wen Lin, who was in pain, stopped suddenly, and looked at the thin red and watery water at the end of Vicia's eyes, Wen Linfu hugged her again, and her wet tongue fell again.

It's just that this time Wen Lin's movements were more gentle, and she slowly swept across Vicia's brows, grinding her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, the corners of her lips, and her chin...

The gentle movements are like wiping the bright long knife that he cherishes so much, and the fingertips pass over the blade edge, if they are at odds with each other.

Vicia couldn't stand a little, she staggered back, and when her taut shoulders were touched, she couldn't help but dodge, but she couldn't bear to push Wen Lin away, she held back and tried to go back. answer her.

However, Wen Lin was not satisfied. She raised her hand and hooked the soft white clouds on the sky. The wind passed between her fingers, sometimes dissipating the heat, and sometimes gathering the temperature.

Unknowingly, it was raining outside the window, and the falling raindrops fell in a cluttered sound like a hollow valley, and Wen Lin was willing to give up.

Turning his head to the side, his line of sight moved slightly with the erratic arc of the rain line.

Wen Lin always took the trouble to make Vicia call her name over and over again.

Wen Lin likes to hear Vicia's voice, only Wen Lin knows how touching Vicia's voice is when she is softly calling.

The two of them were pulling their clothes. The chatter was messed up, Vicia stepped back a little hasty, opened a distance, and took a sip of water before slowly calming down.

Looking at Wen Lin with a bit of resentment in her eyes, Wen Lin's actions just now obviously lost her basic restraint.

Wen Lin didn't say a word, she licked her lips in silence, and sorted out their clothes with a very natural look.

Before leaving the manor, he saw a guard rushing hurriedly on horseback from the direction of the royal city, holding a long cylindrical cylinder sealed with wax in his hand.

He quickly got off his horse and knelt at Visia's feet with the secret letter in his hand.

Reached out to take it, removed the wax, and opened the cylinder, which contained two sealed letters.

Two letters from different directions, one from Sistine and one from Sutherland.

Vicia frowned and looked at it for a long time before handing the first letter to Wen Lin

In the letter, it was reported that Cardinal Gedin of the Holy See was assassinated to death. At the same time, he was found to have privately used the worship of believers to enrich his personal pockets. The most shocking thing was that he had already had a relationship with the previous Cardinal of Golan, Durham. In collusion, Durham is responsible for searching for the boy to give Gedding an indecent insult, and Gedding is responsible for speaking nicely for him in front of the Pope.

Gedding is the most trusted cardinal by the Pope.

This incident spread widely in the Sistine, and the believers of the Holy See poured into the Holy See from all directions, causing the Sistine capital, Madrid, to be paralyzed several times.

The second letter wrote about the movements of the Sistine envoy to the three counties of Sutherland Heights. Because of the Gedding incident, the priests who were hidden in the mission had already returned home, but Philip remained in Golan.

"It's Tilia."

Looking past Wen Lin and looking at the distant field, Vicia said softly, "It's Tilia's handwriting."

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