Putting down the hangover soup, Vicia walked out quickly, instructing the maid to rush back to the palace quickly, and go to invite Dort Medical Officer to come.

Everything Wen Lin did in the castle, Vicia knew clearly, using herbs to treat diseases, using roses as mouth grease, using grass roots as face cream...

Because of the relationship between Wen Lin and Dort, the subconscious Vicia chose Dot.

When she reacted, Vicia was a little stunned.

She clearly felt that her current state was too strange, and it seemed that she was always under the influence of Wen Lin.

This is obviously not a good thing for the monarch of a country.

She should be independent of everyone, see clearly the interests that everyone seeks, and use them to achieve her own goals.

Compassion and compassion should never have appeared.

This cluster of weak flames mixed with personal emotions should be put out firmly.

Her breathing was a little stagnant, and Visia no longer looked at Wen Lin, who was on the slump. She walked out of the castle as if escaping.

Looking at the bright and dark clouds in the distance, Vicia's chaotic eyes returned to a calm silence.

She is the monarch of the Golan, and she can only think and do for the Golan.

Until the four-wheeled carriage from the royal court drove into the castle, Vicia did not go back.

She stood outside the castle until dark.

Along with the Dort doctor came Mrs. Yaz, who immediately arranged everything in the castle in an orderly manner.

When the moon appeared in the sky, Mrs. Yaz walked to Vicia,

"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Wen Lin has woken up, and it seems that the wine has also woken up. At this time, he is waiting for you in the main hall,"

Vicia's heart skipped a beat, her eyes twinkling, "It's not a fever, it's just because you're drunk?"

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

With an affirmative answer, Vicia breathed a sigh of relief. She walked slowly into the main hall, her eyes hidden in the shadows wondering what she was thinking.

Food was placed on the long wooden table, and the chandelier above was burning with warm yellow fireworks, illuminating the main hall very brightly.

Seeing Vicia walk in, Wen Lin bowed her head and saluted, never looking up at her.

It's a deliberate avoidance.

Wen Lin slept for an afternoon. After sobering up, those unspeakable fragments appeared in her mind intermittently.

The most important thing is that these clips are discontinuous, and Wen Lin doesn't know which step she has achieved.

She took off Vicia's clothes like she was courting death, and the bath was red. The entanglement of fruit...

What happened in the end, Wen Lin was really not impressed.

Wen Lin knew from a very young age that she was prone to intoxication. After the master's abuse of drinking, she still did not change anything. Later, even the master gave up.

So she never indulges herself on wine.

But the only exception was that she was chased and killed, and it was still very methodical.

Wen Lin clearly remembered that after jumping into the Tame River, those people jumped in without hesitation, and chased after her.

The river in the upper reaches of the Royal Capital has not been polluted and is very clear. Wen Lin has difficulty getting rid of them over a long distance.

This is a tug-of-war that tests physical strength and endurance.

With the cold water, Wen Lin's drowsy feeling of drinking subsided a little, and in a turbulent vortex, Wen Lin got rid of them with difficulty.

But didn't expect to meet Vicia when went ashore.

Everything that happened after that, Wen Lin has only sporadic fragments,

While eating dinner stiffly, Wen Lin choked once because of her trance.

Vicia sat opposite, with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

Wen Lin glanced at her from the corner of her eye, but couldn't see any anger.

The calmer she was, the more uneasy Wen Lin felt in her heart, her temples throbbing.

She mechanically removed the food on the plate, and after putting down the knife and fork, she turned her head uncomfortably, just not looking in the direction Vicia was in.

Wen Lin had never shown such obvious embarrassment and panic, even when she was being interrogated in Atta, she was elusive and indifferent.

Immediately thinking of revenge, Vicia took a sip of the wine and said with a light expression, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you offended me extremely rudely today,"

When her body froze, Wen Lin turned her head as if she was dying, "Your Majesty, you can do whatever you want with me,"

With a chuckle, Vicia said meaningfully,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you have already made a promise. You swore in the bathroom that you will bow to me with the deck of the ship, the rim of the shield, the shoulders of the warhorse, and the blade of the sword*1, and never betray me. ,"

Vicia deliberately bit the word "bathroom".

Wen Lin tried her best to maintain the calm on her face, the word "bathroom" instantly evoked a charming scene in her mind. She lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes cast two crescent-shaped shadows under her eyelids, covering the confusion in her eyes. thoughts.

"Your Majesty, if I really make a promise, then I will unswervingly fulfill it,"

Being able to make such a promise, Wen Lin vaguely guessed that she should have achieved the last step.

Feeling restless on her cheeks, it was too sudden, Wen Lin resisted the thought of asking, and silently thought about the plans that might need to be changed in the future.

Although she has been avoiding Vicia's gaze, the firmness in Wen Lin's words just made Vicia startled for a moment.

She suddenly didn't want to expose this funny lie.

The short meal time seemed like a long ordeal to Wen Lin.

When Visia put down her knife and fork and walked upstairs, Wen Lin's tensed shoulders and neck could be relaxed a little.

But obviously Vicia didn't want to let him go so easily. Holding the railing, Vicia had a soft smile on her face, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, I need your help,"

The weird but ambiguous atmosphere was pulling between the two of them, and Vicia obviously didn't want to give Wen Lin a chance to calm down and think on her own.

She brought Wen Lin into her bedroom, and the large soft bed seemed to exude some kind of silent invitation.