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Wen Lin froze in place, as if on pins and needles, her face a little embarrassed.

She definitely didn't mean to do such shameless things to Vicia. Now that she's sober, if she wants to...

She couldn't do it, she didn't even have the slightest thought to struggle.

Vicia didn't notice Wen Lin's sudden change of face, and walked directly to the wooden box placed in the corner.

Open, it is a familiar oil painting.

A small hole seemed to be opened in her heart, and a small ray of warm sunlight penetrated. Vicia picked up the oil painting and brushed her fingertips slowly and cherishly.

With wetness in her eyes, Vicia blinked quickly, suppressing the sadness in her heart.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, help me hold this painting,"

no respond.

Wei Shiya turned her head strangely, only to find that Wen Lin just looked at her bed with a weird expression, and she was dazed.

Thinking of everything that happened today, it's not hard to guess what Wen Lin was thinking.

The tensed lip line suddenly bent, Vicia took a light step and quietly appeared beside Wen Lin,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I'm already very tired, I don't need your service tonight,"

Wen Lin took a big step back almost instinctively for Vicia's approach, embarrassment and shame flashed across her face.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, can you help me hang this oil painting?"

It's because I thought too much, obviously because I lost control after drinking.

But seeing Wei Shiya's unconcerned appearance, Wen Lin felt panicked for no reason.

She took the words from Vicia's hand and asked where they needed to be hung with her eyes.

Vicia pointed to the wall on the left, "Hang the middle on the right,"

Wen Lin walked over and hung the painting, but Vicia seemed to be dissatisfied with Wen Lin's hanging position and asked her to adjust the position of the painting.

This teasing game lasted for nearly an hour, until Wen Lin was sweating profusely from the tossing, and Vicia was willing to give up.

Perhaps out of guilt, Wen Lin cooperated very well with Vicia's tricks.

Her eyes were light, full of restraint and tolerance.

Vicia was tired of teasing, and lost her interest. She took out the paintings from the wooden box and wiped them clean, and let Wen Lin hang them on the wall.

The woman in the painting is always the same person, and Wen Lin has a faint guess in her heart.

Until Vicia came up with a double painting of a woman playing with a little girl.

With the general outline and some features, Wen Lin confirmed her guess.

The woman in the painting is Queen Bonnie, the second queen of the previous king, and the little girl is Vicia.

Fumbling for the bulge on the back of the oil painting, Vicia turned her over suspiciously. After seeing the content on it clearly, Wen Lin's eyes widened in disbelief.

interstellar

Civilizations die at the end of the collapse of the universe,

I fled across eleven galaxy dimensions,

Finally landed on the pulse of Earth civilization trillions of years ago,

She is full of ignorance, oppression, darkness, disaster...

I know I'll make a sword for this move,

My body will eventually return to nothingness,

But the spirit of civilization will never die,

Justice, equality, liberty, order...

I will fight for it, now and always. 】

What surprised Wen Lin the most was that the inscription after the poem was Gunewell, and Gunneville was Wen Lin's mother in this world.

This is something that could never have appeared in this era.

Even in China in the 21st century, the content described in the poems is too bizarre.

Wen Lin's abnormality was quickly discovered, Vicia came over, and when her eyes swept across the little poem, a trace of darkness flashed across,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, is there any problem with this poem?"

"Your Majesty Vicia, do you know the content of this little poem?"

"Yes, my mother once told me,"

"What is it?"

Vicia was silent for a while, and her eyes stayed on Wen Lin's face for a while.

"Praise the beautiful Garden of Eden,"

"Your mother?"

"Well, but this poem was not written by my mother, but by her teacher,"

There were turbulent waves in her heart, and her rationality made Wen Lin calm down quickly. She pretended that nothing had happened and hung the painting on the wall.

Because she was too shocked, Wen Lin didn't realize that Vicia was watching her expression all the time, and the little movements she subconsciously concealed fell into Vicia's eyes.

Soon all the oil paintings were hung up, Wen Lin looked at the direction of the door without saying a word.

Going to the bed and sitting down, Vichy admiring Wen Lin, who was at a loss at this moment, smiled, and a bad thought suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Lord Wen Lin, I don't need you to serve tonight, but you still have to pay the price for offending me,"

"Go and close the door,"

The long eyebrows were raised contemptuously, and the deep blue pupils were slightly playful.

Wen Lin was stunned, she looked at Vicia, as if she wanted to see something in her eyes.

Seeing that Wen Lin didn't move, Vicia was not in a hurry. She leaned against the back of the bed comfortably. Wen Lin's eyes looked like she was looking at a prey that fell into a snare, and she deliberately sarcastically said,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, can your oath not withstand a little temptation?"

With a guilty conscience, Wen Lin's lips moved, and she finally walked over and closed the door.

Her gaze swept across Wen Lin's forbearance face, and stopped on her curled fingers. The smile in Vicia's eyes suddenly deepened. She lowered her voice, revealing a heavy sense of oppression.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, take off your robe next."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Wen: I'm an innocent girl, why would I be so rascal when I'm drunk.

Tilia lives in Cupton Palace, this is Cupton Palace, don't get confused!

*2 Refers to a post that A Jiang did not say

*1 Reference from "Warren Dark Veda 31"