That smile was like a shaky glow, showing a bit of bitterness, but it was hard to hide his seriousness and concentration.

Countless people were still staring at him, and the arrow that shot into the queen's chest was extremely dangerous.

Vicia must dispel their doubts as soon as possible, and make them firmly believe that the Queen's arrow wound is far from fatal, so that they can keep silent.

"Don't go,"

Wen Lin carefully hid the dim light in the moment she lowered her eyes, she threatened, "If they know that you are so careless about your injury, then I think whether it is your vassal or your enemy, they will all sit and stand. Uneasy."

Vicia frowned and looked at her, but without the slightest anger of being provoked, she replied softly, "No,"

For no reason, Wen Lin suddenly felt irritable about Vicia's concession, and she and Vicia needed to avoid these ambiguous moments.

She released her hand, rolled over and got out of bed, Wen Lin walked to the desk and sat down, lit an oil lamp, picked up the quill and started to write something quietly.

The shape of the herbs was drawn on Wen Lin's fingertips, and the blank space below was written in Golan.

The end of the pen and the parchment rubbed a small sound, and Vicia's eyes were always quietly lingering on Wen Lin's side, and something was quietly surging at the bottom of the unfathomable eyes.

The light became brighter in the silence, and the first ray of morning breeze penetrated through the half-opened window, accompanied by the refreshing smell of grass and trees.

Mrs. Yaz led the maids in to serve and wash up on time. Seeing that Wen Lin and Vicia were both awake and ignoring each other, she guessed that Wen Lin and Vicia had said something. She thought about it, deliberately Asked if the weather is good today, should the two go out for a walk together.

During the half month of recuperation, neither of them had been out of the White House, and Wen Lin had not even stepped out of the bedroom.

Vicia pretended to inadvertently swept the stack of papers on the desk, and said casually, "Doctor Dort has transplanted a lot of herbs by the lake behind the castle. Your Excellency Wen Lin, come and have a look with me."

With so many maids around, of course Wen Lin wouldn't say no, just as she wanted to hand over the drawn manuscript to Dot, she nodded.

This injury gave Wen Lin the idea of ​​training Dort. His talent in medicine is extremely amazing. Even after watching Wen Lin's surgery once, he could ask some key questions that should be paid attention to during the operation the next day.

Just in case one day he was away, someone could deal with a dangerous situation like this one.

A large area of ​​farmland has been reclaimed by the lake behind the castle. Originally, various kinds of flowers were planted to extract essential oils or to make dried flowers to expel odors.

However, after Dot had repeatedly verified the effects of the herbs, he asked Visia for instructions and changed all the flower fields into herb fields.

When the breeze blew, a strong medicinal fragrance wafted through the nostrils.

Vicia walked at the forefront, Wen Lin followed behind her, and the two walked silently to the cabin by the lake.

Halfway through, Vicia stopped suddenly, stretched out her hand and waved away the servant who was following behind, she turned to look at Wen Lin, and said warmly,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, come to my side,"

Calm and indifferent eyes stared at Wen Lin quietly, slowly swaying the gentle gentleness like water waves, without the slightest sense of oppression, with a silky and intimate tone that was more like a gentle inquiry.

Facing Vicia, who had lost all her edge, and looking at the faint smile in her eyes, Wen Lin didn't open her head uncomfortably, and reminded,

"Your Majesty, I should abide by the etiquette between monarchs and ministers,"

Vicia didn't expect that she would say such a sentence. She felt a little bored in her heart, but there was a shallow curve on her lips. She approached Wen Lin and held her wrist hanging on one side.

"You can be friends with Bessie, Namar, Dot, and even Lucches. You are never so restrained in front of them, why can't I,"

Underneath the quiet blue eyes is the stubbornness to explore to the end.

Vicia leaned forward slightly, and Wen Lin followed, keeping a distance that was not too intimate.

She turned her head stiffly, feeling guilty for no reason, Wen Lin coughed lightly,

"Your Majesty Vicia, you are the monarch of Golan, and you are different from everyone,"

Her heart jumped fiercely, and a strong sense of sourness rushed into Vicia's throat, and a strong sense of loneliness suddenly hit her.

She was firmly imprisoned on the throne of Golan, all day long with conspiracy, calculation, exploitation, and blood.

Everyone respects or fears her, but Wen Lin should be different, and she also hopes that Wen Lin will be different.

Vicia had never seen any respect for secular power in Wen Lin's eyes, so this was undoubtedly a ridiculous excuse.

The long and narrow eyes reflected a dim light in the sunlight, with a faint smile, Vicia dragged Wen Lin towards herself,

"Your Excellency, are you lying, or are you running away, for Lucches?"

Once again inexplicably mentioned Lucches, Wen Lin frowned and asked inexplicably, "What does this have to do with Lucches?"

Hiding the irritability caused by mentioning Lucches, Vicia suddenly let go of her hand, took a few steps forward, and her voice sank.

"You admit it yourself, you are because of Lucches

The bishop decided to enter Yinhe Village, and that night, I saw you talking intimately for a long time,"

Staying in place, Wen Lin thought for a long time before she understood the meaning of Vicia's words. Thinking of Vicia's attitude of being far and near in this period of time, Wen Lin laughed dumbly, and her expression suddenly became lighter.

"I approached Bishop Lucches purely for the purpose of investigating some things, and apart from that, there is no other superfluous reason,"

"No lie,"

"without,"

There was finally a genuine smile on Vicia's face, she raised her lips, met Wen Lin's inquiring gaze, and said slowly, "It is my rash to speculate on the relationship between Your Excellency and Bishop Lucches for no reason. "

Wen Lin nodded, taking it for granted that Vicia's hot and cold attitude was because she misunderstood her relationship with Lucches.