The female servants who followed the queen's side were all cautious.

Before going to bed, Visia suddenly asked, "How is Wen Lin?"

"Your Majesty, she fell asleep quickly, and the whiplash has not been dealt with,"

"Take care of the whiplash tomorrow morning, and then bring her to see me,"

The tone was indifferent, as natural as Vicia's every time she gave orders.

Antoine complied and couldn't help recalling the Queen's many outrageous actions in the face of the pirate tonight.

After serving the queen to sleep, Antoine went to Bessie and Namar on purpose, and told them to be obedient and careful when serving Wen Lin tomorrow.

In the Golan, no one likes despicable pirates who, by force, wantonly seize people's savings and insult weak women.

They have done bad things, and they have sinned to hell.

But in the same way, no one has seen a pirate as beautiful as Wen Lin, and no one has ever seen a pirate who can enter the Golan court alive.

Wen Lin is the only exception.

Exceptions are often different.

As the Queen's most trusted servant lady, Antoine can always arrange things in an orderly manner in advance to avoid extra trouble.

Although Bessie and Namar were puzzled, they still listened obediently. Antoni's warnings are usually the queen's meaning.

This point, the servants in the palace knew nothing.

The author has something to say:

Note: ^1 quoted from "Pirates of the Caribbean" by Zhang Qing

third chapter

The next day, Wen Lin woke up on time, turned her head and looked out the window, the morning mist on the spire of the circular tower had not yet dissipated.

As usual, she got out of bed to breathe and stretch her body. A small amount of true qi poured into her limbs from her dantian with her movements. After half an hour, Wen Lin carefully felt the recovery of her body and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the benefit of cultivating ancient martial arts. After cultivating to the Taoist realm, the quality of all aspects of the body will be several times to dozens of times stronger than that of ordinary people. Under the condition of ensuring basic diet and rest, the recovery speed after injury will also be faster.

Not long after the morning exercise, there was a knock on the door, Wen Lin opened the door, and there were two maids holding food and toiletries.

"Good day, miss, Your Majesty will summon you in the morning,"

Is this a disguised way of urging yourself to act faster?

The maids' thick long hair was neatly tucked behind their heads, and their bowed heads made Wen Lin unable to see their expressions.

Wen Lin raised her eyebrows, took the toiletries, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, I see,"

The attitude of the maids is intriguing. They are obviously just a prisoner, but now they seem to be treating guests.

But Wen Lin didn't delve into it. The rumored Vichy was in a mood to change, so such a small change is not surprising.

Switchgrass and salt for brushing, just the right amount of lukewarm water and a soft cotton washcloth for cleansing.

In this gap, Bessie and Namanle observed Wen Lin curiously. Although she was wearing a dirty dress and her washing movements were too arbitrary, she still looked elegant and pleasing to the eye.

There is also a voice that was as clear and clear as a stringed qin just now, which is the authentic tone of the royal capital.

Really a pirate who is not like a pirate at all, and the maids looked at each other.

It seemed that the person standing in front of them was not an annoying pirate, but a well-educated noble lady who grew up in the royal capital.

The breakfast consisted of bread and broth. The bread was white bread that only nobles could eat, but it was still hard and gnawed. Fortunately, the broth had no fishy smell. With the soup, Wen Lin ate cleanly for breakfast.

And just when the maids wanted to step forward to undo Wen Lin's robe, Wen Lin withdrew a few steps back at a strange speed, her expression was a little cold, "What are you doing?"

In the unfamiliar and dangerous environment, maintaining high vigilance as much as possible is Wen Lin's basic rules of conduct.

Facing Wen Lin's sudden change in attitude, the surprised and suspicious maids were slightly at a loss, and hurriedly explained, "Your wound needs to be treated, and the doctor Wang Ting is waiting outside the door."

After one night, most of the whiplashes on Wen Lin's body had scabbed over, and only a few were still severely red and swollen. When she touched them through her clothes, she could feel the scorching temperature around the wounds.

If you don't want to leave scars, you have to deal with it as soon as possible.

There was no trace of martial arts on Bessie and Namar, Wen Lin realized that she was being overly cautious, and apologetically slowed down, "Let the medical officer come in,"

However, what Wen Lin didn't expect was that she had far overestimated the level of medical care in this era.

The person known as Wang Ting's medical officer approached slowly with a box of leeches wrapped in unknown mucus, "Beautiful lady, you need bloodletting treatment,"

"Leech?"

"Yes, you can rest assured that they have been carefully selected, healthy and clean enough to guarantee the effect of the treatment," said the medical officer, holding a twisting and very cheerful leech with tweezers and extending it to Wen Lin's eyes.

...

After getting a positive answer, Wen Lin was indescribable in her heart, her calm expression twisted for a moment, and she was patient before she refrained from throwing the doctor and the leech out.

"Sorry, I don't need it,"

The maids and the medical officer looked at each other, Wen Lin's uncooperative behavior made them a little at a loss, and the atmosphere fell into a brief stagnation.

In order not to let the atmosphere continue to stalemate, Wen Lin walked to the window, looked at the garden below and said with a smile, "I mean we can consider other methods, such as using herbs?"

"Herbs?"

"Yes, Your Excellency,"

Wen Lin's eyes flashed brightly, and the doctor's reaction didn't seem like she had never heard of it.

"But medicinal herbs are generally only used for sick animals," the medical officer explained in confusion, looking at Wen Lin with increasingly strange eyes.

Throughout Europe, medical officers would mix herbs and boil the thick herbal juice to treat animals.

But no one would drink herbal juice, which, in addition to having a weird taste and making it hard to swallow, could lead to a fever and diarrhea, a life-threatening condition.