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With a slight hint of comfort in her eyes, Vicia smiled at Wen Lin, "There will be a lot of memories about Golan... and about me in Your Excellency's memory from now on,"

The long and gentle tone fell into Wen Lin's ears, and suddenly aroused countless complex and subtle emotions in her heart. As the two silently looked at each other, they gradually converged into a warm current flowing through her body.

Vicia was enveloped by the slanting sunlight, with blond hair and blue eyes, and her candid expression of love was like clusters of bright and intense roses.

Noble and charming.

Perhaps because the atmosphere gradually began to develop in an uncontrollable and ambiguous direction, Wen Lin restrained her eyes and looked down at the neat tabletop, urging,

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go out,"

Estimating the time, the ministers of the Privy Council should also enter the White House at this time.

Catching a glimpse of Wen Lin's subtle expression, Vicia hid the smile on her lips and walked out in a leisurely pace.

Everything just happened to happen, just as Vicia was under the table, the ministers walked in.

As usual, Vicia first discussed the most important government affairs with them.

Everyone chatted and put forward their own political opinions, but to the surprise of all the ministers, today's Visia seems to be extremely impatient.

"Everyone, after discussing for so long, can't you determine the most feasible solution?"

Although Vicia still maintained an unwavering calm on her face, the meaning of censure in her words was very obvious.

The ministers in the Privy Council are all Vicia's confidants, and they can figure out a little bit of her thoughts.

In ordinary meetings, Vicia is always more willing to listen to everyone's opinions, and will only occasionally show an assertive side when faced with a critical and urgent situation.

He had only just started to discuss the repair of the southern embankment, but His Majesty no longer wanted to talk about it, and everyone carefully reviewed what had happened recently.

After thinking about it, the fact that Prince Philip would arrive in the royal city of Brenzi tomorrow came out of everyone's mind.

Everyone knows that the Queen does not like to be talked about marriage, but for the stability of the Golan situation, ministers in important positions have to often mention this matter in front of her.

The main reason why he had agreed to marry the Sistine before was the military threat from Fasai, and to form an alliance with the Sistine through the marriage could save Golan from the disaster of war.

But as a theocracy, the Sistine was very unpopular in the eyes of the Golan Protestants, who also did not want the Queen to actually marry Prince Philip.

They are more inclined to think of it as a means used by the Queen to temporarily avoid war.

Thoughts in their hearts have been turning over and over again, but today no one mentions a word of marriage.

With Vicia's intentional urging, the morning meeting of the Privy Council ended extremely quickly. It was not until the ministers walked out of the White House that they suddenly discovered that it seemed that the meeting had never been faster than today.

Justice Burke walked up to Francis who had a calm face, "Your Excellency Francis, have you found that His Majesty Vicia is a little unusual today?"

Francis glanced at the visitor without even moving his eyebrows, and said lightly, "Our duty is to serve His Majesty, not to guess His Majesty's thoughts."

After speaking, Francis strode away.

Compared with Vicia's anomaly today, Francis is obviously more concerned about the subtle changes in Justice Burke.

In Francis' view, although today's meeting ended quickly, every decision made by Her Majesty Vicia is nothing more than the most appropriate choice.

And Justice Burke, who has always been silent and focused on studying the laws and regulations, has always been consciously or unintentionally snooping on things that have nothing to do with him at recent meetings.

The strangest thing is that he seems to be very interested in everything about Lord Wen Lin.

Out of prudence, as soon as Francis returned to the mansion, he immediately ordered his confidants to arrange for people to secretly strengthen the surveillance of the Burke family.

Wen Lin was sitting in the small study, quietly writing her lesson plans.

The voices in the council hall could be clearly and completely transmitted into the small study, Wen Lin's expression was calm, and her smooth writing movements did not stop for a moment because of their discussion.

It wasn't until she heard the footsteps of other people leaving, and Vicia was walking towards this place, that she put down the quill in her hand.

The chair behind the desk is spacious, more than enough for two people.

Seeing Vicia's movements, Wen Lin consciously gave way to one side, but she didn't back away too much, maintaining just the right amount of not crowding, and at the same time their shoulders could lean against each other.

Vicia rested her head on Wen Lin's shoulder, her eyes were closed, she leaned against her completely relaxed, and the crease between her brows showed a strong sense of exhaustion.

Leaning slowly to one side, Wen Lin carefully adjusted her sitting position, trying to make Vicia lean more comfortably.

Seeing the obvious blue and black under Vicia's eyes, Wen Lin became annoyed with herself again, blaming her for not being restrained at all last night until the dawn of the day.

Just barely stopped.

At the same time as she did not rest well, Vicia had to worry about the government affairs of Golan, whether her body could bear it?

At this moment, Vicia has completely lost the majesty and coldness of a monarch of a country, like a soft green rattan, clinging to herself without any defense.

The wind outside the window came in quietly along the edge of the window, and the long strands of long hair scattered by the two of them were gradually entangled under the wind.

Wen Lin lowered her head and looked at the two people's long hair entangled together, she actually had the illusion of being addicted and fallen. Her eyes were a little confused, but it was difficult to hide the more and more tenderness.

Thinking of hearing the point of contention just now, Wen Lin took the initiative to propose, "Your Majesty, the collapsed dyke in the south of the Golan needs a lot of money, you can make some emergency calls from me first. As for the restoration of the river, maybe I can go and have a look. "

Wen Lin sold the gold objects and various luxury items looted from the Holy See ship last time at a good price. In addition to the money earned from the nobles at the banquet, while guaranteeing Wen Lin's basic expenses, There is already a small surplus.