Surprise, surprise, and envy.

Her Majesty Visia also attended the banquet hosted by Your Excellency Wen Lin, and made such an intimate gesture in public.

Coincidentally, everyone silently raised Wen Lin's status in their hearts.

Going down the last stairs, Vicia nodded towards the sound engineer, ""Celtic Waltz""

The amorous feelings and the flute played high notes, Vicia wrapped her arms around Wen Lin's waist and put one hand on Wen Lin's shoulders, "Your Excellency, do as I say,"

Everyone saw Wen Lin whirling out to the rhythm of the music, her skirt blooming like petals, and her long jet-black hair pouring out like water, forming a beautiful painting with the dazzling candlelight.

The rhythm of the Celtic waltz is bright and bright, and there are many difficult movements that leap and fly.

But the two people in the center of the hall cooperated seamlessly, like two dazzling flames, swaying indulgently and charmingly.

Annie, who was hidden in the crowd, looked at the two people in the center of the crowd, her eyes were unclear, didn't she say she couldn't dance?

Or is it really as I guessed, there is actually some kind of indescribable relationship between Her Majesty Vicia and Your Excellency Wen Lin.

Wen Lin followed Vicia's beat, the distance between them fluctuated far and near, so close that their cheeks touched, and so far that they bloomed at the end of their arms.

The dance music came to an abrupt end in the most intense melody, and they embraced each other in front of everyone's eyes.

Vicia recovered her breath and pressed against Wen Lin's ear, "Your Excellency, you don't look like you've never learned Golan's dance steps,"

slowly let go

Vicia, Wen Lin smiled lightly, "In my country, I'm more used to calling it a waltz,"

They looked at each other, smiled, and then parted without a trace.

The end of the last song heralds the end of the banquet.

Taking advantage of this short gap, nobles rushed to get close.

Each has its own headache, and across the crowd, the two looked at each other tacitly.

Annie, who has been following Wen Lin, walked up to Wen Lin when no one was paying attention, and talked about Vicia's marriage meaningfully.

"Your Majesty Wen Lin, I heard that Prince Philip's ship will dock at Brenzi in two days. He came here specially to cultivate feelings with His Majesty Vicia,"

The author has something to say: Annie: How can I have a bad mind? I just like beautiful sisters

Chapter 75

He frowned, his eyes flashed lightly, but there was still a faint smile on his face.

Wen Lin withdrew the complicated look she cast towards Annie, and asked back with a chuckle,

"Marriage with the Sistine can make His Majesty's rule more stable. Miss Anne should be happy to hear this news. Why does it seem a little worried?"

Annie looked at her eyes quietly, trembled slightly, and Wen Lin stopped the temptation painlessly.

A slightly blunt smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and Annie nodded in agreement, "Of course I'm happy,"

The eyes that did not have deep meaning stayed on Annie's face for a short time, and Wen Lin was dragged aside by Humphreys.

Annie stared blankly at Wen Lin's back and began to doubt herself.

Your Excellency Wen Lin's reaction was too bland, doesn't she have a deeper relationship with His Majesty?

Thinking in this direction, Annie gradually overturned her previous guess.

If it really matters, Her Majesty Vicia should avoid herself, how could she guess it so easily.

Thinking like this, Annie looked towards Wen Lin's position, showing a smile that was inevitable.

Wen Lin, who was concentrating on discussing with Humphreys how to settle the Fangtings slum, did not notice Anne's strangeness at all.

The people in the Fangtings slum are mixed, and unlike the gladiators with clear origins in the gladiatorial arena, there are many desperadoes who are fighting against the royal army and nobles and whose origins are unknown.

According to Humphries, there are also many fugitives smuggled over from other countries.

Proper social instability.

This is precisely the reason why Wen Lin has been shelving and not dealing with it. If it is treated equally, there may be some troubles.

Wen Lin estimated in her heart that she would go to Fangtings Monastery again, and it was best to confirm the situation with Father Carson.

After finalizing the preliminary plan with Hanvers, Wen Lin planned to send Vicia back to the royal court.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard Humphus ask, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you have no shortage of manpower. Why do you insist on dealing with the mess in the Fangtings slum? You are asking for trouble."

No one wanted to take care of that area, the royal court didn't care, the church didn't care, and they were left to fend for themselves in it.

Wen Lin turned her head in surprise and looked into Hanvers' eyes. The words he said were very ruthless, but the burning eyes staring at Wen Lin seemed to want to see something different from others in Wen Lin's eyes.

Thinking of Hanvers being a commoner, Wen Lin's slightly raised lips overflowed with a hint of playfulness, and she turned to ask,

"Mr. Humphreys, people are not created equal. Some people are born aristocrats, and some people suffer from hardships all their lives. When faced with an unfair fate, will you be willing to surrender?"

Without waiting for Hanvers to answer, Wen Lin gave the answer first, "Everything you have now has already said the answer in your heart, and there are not only outlaws in the slums, there are more like you who are constantly on the move. The man trying to break free from the quagmire,"

As she said that, Wen Lin's eyes flashed a little blank, and she continued, "What is destiny? For them, maybe I am their destiny,"

Wen Lin's voice was very soft, as ethereal as the fine sand on the seashore, and it sounded like thunderous thunder to Humphreys.

He stood there in a daze, a sharp whistling sound rang out from his eardrums, his brain was momentarily blank, and Hanvers repeatedly murmured absentmindedly,

"You are their destiny, will that be mine?"

The memory of the slums left to Humphrs is only discrimination and violence. Power, mockery, and endless hopeless depression.