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Has Vicia opened it?
Has she guessed the identity of her treason descendant?
The author has something to say: Wen: If I'm in a bad mood, I want to fight or engage in zipper training hahahaha
Originally wanted to write more today, but when I woke up, it seemed that I was frozen and my head was dizzy. I tried to post the second watch. It is estimated that it will be later.
Chapter 56
Vicia's lips were pursed lightly, and her serious and deep expression seemed to be sitting in the council hall reading official documents.
A ray of night wind blew in, slightly stroking Wen Lin's robe.
She moved her lips, but said nothing, a sharp whistling sounded in Wen Lin's ears, causing a momentary blank in her mind.
All kinds of situations that might occur after a moment of identity exposure flashed through her mind, and just as she was concentrating and thinking about how to deal with it, Vicia frowned and stepped forward.
Holding Wen Lin's hand, it was icy cold, and Visia's frown deepened.
"Betsy, Namal, go and prepare hot water to bathe Lord Wen Lin,"
Vicia's voice had an air of indifference and majesty, and she pushed Wen Lin into the bathroom without hesitation.
After taking a bath absent-mindedly, after Wen Lin came out, Bessie and Namaner silently brought Wen Lin to the bedroom in the east hall.
On the way, Wen Lin was reminded carefully, "Your Majesty Wen Lin, His Majesty doesn't look very happy,"
After pondering for a while, Wen Lin asked Bessie to quickly fetch the painting in the front hall.
After carefully putting away the portrait of Mrs. Gunneville with her own hands, Wen Lin started to turn around and walked towards her bedroom.
Stopped in front of the door and hesitated for a long time, Wen Lin couldn't help thinking, why did Vicia come to her mansion tonight without warning.
As well as the picture on the table, did she open it to see?
Taking a deep breath, Wen Lin knocked on the door and walked in.
Vicia was sitting sideways in front of the desk, holding the lightning rod blueprint drawn by Wen Lin in her hand.
Seeing Wen Lin coming in, Vicia frowned unconsciously, and her tone became stern quietly,
"Your Excellency Wen Lin, can you tell me what you were doing this afternoon? Why did you make yourself so embarrassed?"
The concern in her stern tone was very obvious. Wen Lin didn't react for a while, and subconsciously said, "Training knights out to sea,"
When her eyes fell on the back of Wen Lin's hand, which was oozing with blood, Vicia stood up abruptly, approached step by step, and retorted,
"Your Excellency, I've never seen anyone make themselves so embarrassed during training,"
Her thoughts were very confused, Wen Lin simply closed her mouth, Vicia didn't ask about the oil painting, it seemed that she didn't look at it, Wen Lin's heart had quietly let go of more than half.
A silent attitude is more likely to be irritating, but helpless.
Vicia stepped forward in a compromised way, took Wen Lin's hand, and sat down at the desk together.
On the far left of the desk was the medicine box that Wen Lin had prepared for herself, which contained all kinds of commonly used wound medicines.
Vicia accurately took out the alcohol and the ointment for anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving, and gently pushed it away on the back of Wen Lin's hand.
Subconsciously, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but Visia suddenly exerted strength and clenched Wen Lin's fingers.
"Don't move," with an unbearable toughness.
The slightly cool fingers were gradually invaded by the warm temperature, and the air gradually warmed up in the silent atmosphere, first the fingers, then the limbs, and finally merged into a warm current that poured into Wen Lin's heart.
She lowered her eyes and looked at Vicia's beautiful profile quietly, her troubled heart miraculously calmed down at this moment.
After coming out of the church, Wen Lin could clearly perceive that her emotions were not right. Often when she was bored and had nowhere to resolve, Wen Lin would take a more extreme way to vent, such as finding someone to fight each other, or doing extreme sports.
Whenever she was on the verge of death, she was able to free herself from her suppressed negative emotions faster.
Although she had an idea for the afternoon training, Wen Lin did deliberately put herself in danger several times, and the injury was caused at that time.
In Wen Lin's memory, she started performing tasks at a very young age.
One of her most memorable tasks in childhood was to pretend to be the lost daughter of a rich man.
They really regarded themselves as their biological daughters, and that was the first time Wen Lin felt like she had family.
Warm and bright, like the sun in a cold winter.
After the task was completed, Wen Lin often wondered, what about her father and mother? Why is she different from other children.
When she got older, Wen Lin no longer struggled with this issue, she regarded herself as an orphan without parents.
But she came here suddenly, forcing her to explore her life experience step by step.
When she saw Gunneville's portrait, Wen Lin was so sad that she couldn't help crying for a few moments.
The word mother seems to be very far away to her, but today it happened so unexpectedly.
From the corner of her eye, Vicia was always paying attention to Wen Lin. Seeing Wen Lin's lost face, her eyes flashed with exploration and worry.
She stretched out her hand and caressed the back of Wen Lin's neck with a very soft tone, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, tell me, what happened?"
Realizing what Vicia was aware of, Wen Lin turned her face away abruptly, hiding the daze that she couldn't put away.
"Your Majesty, there is nothing,"
After a while, Wen Lin asked, "Your Majesty, what's the matter with me?"
Vicia was a little annoyed and at a loss. Wen Lin who completely resisted her made her feel unfamiliar. She thought about it for a while, and instead of asking, she said,
"Bishop Lucas has come to see me,"
Wen Lin suddenly raised her eyes, "Why did Lucches come to you?"
Keenly aware of Wen Lin's panic when she heard Lucches, Visia stared at the calm force on Wen Lin's face and said slowly,