The next day, Wen Lin changed into a light shirt and breeches.

Walking to the entrance of the royal court, Wen Lin found that Vicia was wearing the same style of shirt and breeches as her own, her blond hair was tied up by dark blue ribbons, and a pure white lace veil hung down from her forehead, her brows and eyes were showing when she moved slightly. The mood of lingering.

Sitting upright on the horse, she stretched out her hand towards Wen Lin with a faint smile, the light and dark interweaved a crescent-shaped shadow under her eyes, which made her eyes even darker.

Cold and gentle.

Wen Lin hesitated for a while, then took Vicia's hand and used her strength to get on her horse, but she held Vicia in her arms.

Pulling the reins, Wen Lin said loudly, "Your Majesty, you probably haven't seen my riding skills yet,"

As the voice fell, Wen Lin rushed out of the royal court on her horse without giving Vicia any time to react.

The screeching wind poured into her throat, and Visia instinctively hugged her back.

Hair twisted in the wild wind. Entangled, each other's breath wantonly rolled into the nose.

Vicia's eyes were dizzy with a thin red, her sitting posture was still dignified and elegant, rubbing her strong arms around her waist and abdomen, and said calmly, "Your Excellency, my riding skills are not inferior to yours,"

Holding the people tighter, Wen Lin just smiled lightly, tightening the reins suddenly, the horse raised its hooves in the air, making a long neigh.

The royal knights who followed behind saw the Queen and Wen Lin rushing out like a bolt of lightning. They hurried to chase, the whips were more and more frequent and heavier, but they were always separated by a short distance. distance.

The hot air brushed against the auricles, and the chest behind him trembled gently with the low laughter, which could not conceal the unbridled lightness.

The dense and compact urban buildings gradually disappeared, the continuous fields and forests undulating in the distance, a river shimmering like silk and satin appeared in the field of vision, and the horses galloped freely, rushing into the still-fading sea of ​​flowers.

At the rapid speed, Vicia's body slowly relaxed, the slight tension was replaced by the pleasure of venting, and the breathing was out of rhythm.

A small familiar village appeared in the distance, the horse's speed gradually slowed down, Wen Lin dismounted first, and stretched out her hand towards Vicia and bowed gracefully.

Vicia looked down at her, a few strands of hair fell on the side of Wen Lin's face, looking a little messy, but it didn't affect her beauty at all.

Supporting Wen Lin's men to dismount, Visia deliberately got close to her, her thin white fingertips slid from her collarbone to her chest, and poked meaningfully,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, if someone else was so bold, his chest would have been pierced by a feather arrow,"

It's a particularly indulgent tone, the tone is soft and pleasant, and there is no blame.

Wen Lin's heart skipped a beat, and then her eyes were bent, and she pointed to the plain road in the distance with a bit of an inch.

"Your Majesty, take the river as the boundary, and the river bank is 1,000 euros to the west,"

The royal knight caught up at this time, and Visia took the map handed over by the knight sideways.

From here to the west, there are mostly uncultivated swamps, wasteland, and wilderness, but there are not many fertile farmlands.

With 1,000 acres of land, it is not as big as a knight's territory. Vicia frowned and asked, "Your Excellency is sure you want it here,"

Crouching down, Wen Lin pushed aside the weeds and dug out a handful of dirt, rolled it in her hands, put it under her nose and sniffed, and nodded affirmatively, "It's here,"

Brenz is rainy year-round and has a mild climate, especially the clay-like soil near the river.

Wen Lin discovered when she was in Yinhe Village that the clayey soil has good fertility, but it has high water content and is not easy to plough. The curved plough has not yet appeared in Golan, so it is difficult to plough the thick soil with less manpower.

But for Wen Lin, it couldn't be more ideal.

However, there is still a problem in order for everything to be implemented smoothly, and that is people.

The Goland is vast and sparsely populated, and the area that Wen Lin picked is not good arable land in the traditional sense. According to the map, there is only one village in Yinhe Village in this thousand mu of land, and most of the villagers in Yinhe Village are for Work in the shipyard.

Vicia proposed to transfer some of the peasants serving the royal family to Wen Lin, but Wen Lin shook her head and refused.

She turned to the slaves in the arena, "There are a lot of people in the arena. If Your Majesty agrees, I will not be very grateful."

The usefulness of those who can survive in the arena is immeasurable.

If they can be organized and trained, it is very likely that they will become a powerful militia.

The tradition of the Golan is that peasants are recruited to fight in wartime, but most of them live in poverty and cannot afford to buy weapons and armor.

In the event of a war between lords, it is often the knights with elite weapons that play a decisive role, and the peasants are often the first cannon fodder to die.

Wen Lin is determined to reform the farming methods, but she does not know how many variables she will face during this period. She needs a group of people who can protect herself and her territory at the same time.

"They are difficult to discipline," Vicia hesitated for a moment, looking at Wen Lin thoughtfully,

The slaves who were sent to the arena either had a deep hatred with the nobles, or they were sinners who were treasonous...

Their identities are too sensitive for the Golan's ruling class.

Once Wen Lin accepts them openly, they will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Smiling indifferently, Wen Lin looked directly into Vicia's eyes, and said firmly, "Your Majesty, compared to the fear of death every day, no one does not want to live,"

Vicia, who frowned slightly, didn't make a sound, her gaze stopped at the corner of Wen Lin's raised lips, and turned silently to the village in the distance.

Wen Lin's request, in Vicia's view, has a deep meaning.

Create a gap with all nobles, keep a distance, and attach yourself wholeheartedly,

This is undoubtedly the most suitable relationship between a monarch and a favorite.

Like Humphreys and himself.

But Wen Lin's request today seemed to be too deliberate, and she deliberately expressed her loyalty to herself.

This is not Wen Lin's usual style.

Vicia couldn't guess her true intentions, and the calm expression was a forbearance of annoyance.