Taking off the cloth strips on Vicia's limbs and eyes, Wen Lin said softly, "Your Majesty, it won't hurt so much anymore,"

After gently wiping the red marks on Vicia's wrist with warm water, Wen Linfu lowered her head and blew lightly.

In the blur, Visia looked at Wen Lin's movements, squeezed out a little smile, her weak and tired expression was resolute and determined, "Your Excellency, I'm not afraid of pain, but I'm not willing to die like this,"

The dry lips drew a sour arc, Wen Lin bent down to help Vicia up, took her into her arms, and fed her the medicinal soup on the side,

"You're not going to die," said indifferent tone, which could hardly hide the certainty.

Leaning weakly in Wen Lin's arms, Vicia's eyes flashed, and she struggled to grasp her cuff again.

At this time, Wen Lin was gentle and considerate, the rising temperature behind her entangled with her undulating breathing, and her chilling body made Visiah uncontrollably want to stick it tighter.

After Vicia had finished drinking the medicinal soup, Wen Lin put her hand against her waist and was about to back away.

There was a slight tug on her hand, Wen Lin stopped, and looked at Vicia, holding her cuffs tightly.

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin whispered,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, stay here, I'm cold," Vichy's face was filled with weakness and exhaustion. She stared at Wen Lin's face. Ya can still see clearly.

Without refusing, Wen Lin sat down beside the bed and held Vicia's hand instead, preparing to leave when she fell asleep.

Seemingly guessing what Wen Lin was thinking, Vicia's eyes were fixed on Wen Lin's face.

"Your Excellency, come to bed,"

There was not much emotion on Vicia's face, and the slightly hoarse voice was very soft, without the slightest meaning of persecution.

She looked at Wen Lin quietly, waiting for her answer.

After a while of surprise, Wen Lin opened her lips and moved, feeling a little uneasy.

Under the dark goose down quilt, Vicia's delicate and straight collarbone was slightly exposed, and under the fluffy blonde hair was a slender and fair neck. The weakness after a serious injury concealed the usual coldness and toughness, leaving only a pitiful fragile feeling.

A thin sweat oozes from her palms, and Wen Lin stood in front of the bed without moving.

Consciousness struggled in drowsiness, Vicia's breathing suddenly became rapid, she used the rest of her strength to hook Wen Lin's fingers,

"Your Mightiness,"

Like a pleading, like an urging.

Wen Lin sighed softly, her lips twitching before she stopped. After hesitating, Wen Lin finally raised her hand to take off her coat and lay down on the other side of the bed.

The delicate cold temperature slipped quietly into Wen Lin's fingers, and their hands were tightly clasped under the goose down quilt, Wen Lin's breathing couldn't help sinking.

She turned her head and saw that Vicia had fallen into a drowsiness, but the touch of her palms made Wen Lin uneasy.

Before Wen Lin could react, her other hand had already fallen to Wei

Between Shia's brows, she gently smoothed out those tiny creases.

Her mind was in a mess, Wen Lin seemed to think a lot at this moment, but when she calmed down and thought about it, it was blank again.

I couldn't refuse Vicia's intimacy, but reason was pulling in my mind again.

She seemed to have fallen into the middle of the endless sea, and could only rise and fall with the waves.

Uneasy, Wen Lin fell asleep, but within half an hour, she woke up suddenly.

Wen Lin breathed a sigh of relief when she checked the temperature on Vicia's forehead for the first time.

Afterwards, she carefully freed Vicia's hand, Wen Lin opened the door, motioned for Yazi to go in and guard, and she walked slowly to the front of the White House.

As long as you spend the remaining two days safely, you should be fine.

Compared to before, there were several times more knights guarding the front of the White House. Wen Lin wanted to go to Cupton Palace to ask Tilia, but was blocked by a spear at the door.

"Your Majesty Wen Lin, the order of Your Majesty Francis, no one can step out of the White House until His Majesty wakes up,"

I was already annoyed in my heart. Although the guards were doing their best to fulfill their duties, the emotions that Wen Lin had been suppressing in their hearts urgently needed an outlet.

The guard's action was like a fuse, Wen Lin sank her eyes, stepped forward with strange steps, and drew out the long sword from his waist.

The hand holding the sword hangs down slightly, an inch back, and her thumb is raised. Wen Lin looked at them expressionlessly and said, "Bring out the sword,"

This is the etiquette of an invitation to a duel between knights.

The guards who can serve in the royal court have received systematic military training since childhood, and will have the most powerful combat masters in charge of teaching. They are the leaders of the whole country in terms of physical fitness and combat, and they are also the guarantee of Vicia's safety. .

Such contemptuous and provocative actions as Wen Lin's were almost never encountered and incomprehensible to them.

"Sword," Wen Lin shouted again, still silent.

Without any extra patience, Wen Lin neatly held the sword and stepped forward, the tip of the sword pointed directly at her throat.

Keng ~ Keng ~ Keng ~

The guard who had to draw out his sword began to confront Wen Lin. After a while, the shock on the guard's face was gradually replaced by solemnity.

Swordsmanship, also known as the supreme art, slashing and stabbing, are all exquisite techniques derived from geometry and mechanics. Every attack and defense is to result in the opponent at the most ingenious angle and at the fastest speed.

Before they entered the royal court, they had already experienced thousands of duels between life and death, and they had irreplaceable pride in their swordsmanship.

Wen Lin's move that only attacked but not defended was like showing pity for the weak, and the guard's fighting spirit was suddenly aroused.

The moves in the hands of the two almost appeared afterimages, and in a twist, the sword blade lay across the guard's neck.

A very good fight that ended very quickly.

Wen Lin picked up the sword and pointed at dozens of people in a row, her calm expression was indifferent and arrogant,

"You, come together, don't tell me that this is the top strength of the royal knights,"