Vicia nodded, her eyes stayed on Wen Lin's lips for a moment, and then moved away calmly.

Maintaining a subtle silence, the two finished breakfast together.

According to the previous habit, Wen Lin sent Vicia to the door of the council hall, but today Vicia did not go in, but stopped and looked at Wen Lin sideways, her eyes were gentle,

"Does your Excellency have other things to do this morning?" After a while, Vicia continued, "Humphers will investigate the matter of Fangtings Abbey."

During this time, Vicia and Wen Lin had to deal with more and more things, and the two often could only meet at night during their rest time.

Under the sparse sunlight, Vicia's blue pupils glowed with a hint of light, revealing a gem-like texture.

Upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that there is an expectation that is as thin as a cicada's wings.

Wen Lin rolled her throat, hesitated for a while, and took the initiative to step forward and hold Vicia's hand,

"No, I will stay in the royal court this morning,"

"Then, Your Excellency, come into the Council Chamber and accompany me,"

Indifferent tone, but revealing an irresistible domineering.

Vicia directly pulled Wen Lin and walked in. At this time, the ministers in the Privy Council had not come, and a thick stack of documents had been placed in the front position. Those were all that Vicia needed to review today.

The decoration style of the discussion hall is simple and solemn, and the portraits of the previous monarchs of the gorse royal family are hung on the walls.

Wen Lin glanced over and found no portrait of Henry VIII.

She pondered for a while, and then turned her attention back to the hands that the two of them clasped tightly. Vicia's fingers were long and fair, and they were very beautiful. Wen Lin thought about it and slowly rubbed the back of Vicia's hand twice. Down.

Vicia turned her head to look at Wen Lin, a little connivance and indulgence flowed out like mist from her condensed eyes.

Maintaining a calm face, but sporadic discomfort began to spread in her heart. Wen Lin avoided Vicia's gaze and said,

"The ministers are on their way. Your Majesty should let go. I will wait for you in the small room on the inside."

If a minister of the Privy Council sees her here, she might think more about it. Wen Lin, who is already on the cusp of the storm, doesn't want to cause more trouble.

Vicia raised her eyebrows lightly, without saying a word, she silently held Wen Lin's hand tighter, and pulled her to the curved secret door.

At the door is a small circular study with two windows, which is full of light and bright.

One window faces the garden at the rear of the castle, and the other window faces the center of the council hall. It is blocked by curtains and carefully designed decorations. From the outside, it is difficult to find the existence of this small study.

"Your Excellency can stay here, you can read the documents on the bookshelf at will, and I will finish the most difficult government affairs as soon as possible,"

A bit of surprise appeared in Wen Lin's eyes. She glanced at the bookshelf, which was full.

Judging from this situation, this should be Vicia's secret private space. Wen Lin realized this, she was a little dazed at first, but then she was filled with secret joy.

Wen Lin replied softly, and then took the initiative to mention, "Your Majesty, I want to try to open a school in Brenzi King City for a while, and teach some more advanced and practical things, just in time to do some lesson plans."

Almost all places of study in today’s society are run by churches. Clergymen will give lectures in monasteries around the world, teaching logic, grammar, rhetoric, mathematics, geometry, astronomy, music, theology, etc., but only believers or nobles with wealthy families can There are opportunities to learn.

Wen Lin's words meant nothing more than to show that she would not read the documents in the study.

Vicia is the monarch of Golan. When the relationship between the two became more intimate, Wen Lin was concerned about the details of getting along.

For example, at this moment, Wen Lin is more willing to leave a certain private space to Vicia than to spy on the secrets here.

Of course Vicia understood what Wen Lin meant, and didn't pierce her, smiled and asked back,

"What to teach? As long as there is no hidden danger of shaking the king's power, Wang Ting will support you,"

The Garden of Eden, which is free and equal, sounds beautiful, but Europa in this era will never work. Vicia knows that Wen Lin understands this truth, so she still can't help reminding her.

Wen Lin held Vicia's hand, bowed her head and kissed the back of her hand, with a determined expression,

"The people at the bottom have nothing to rely on, and they can't even barely maintain their food and clothing. They and their descendants seem to be living in a dark night with no end in sight. Education will be an opportunity for them to change their fate. I want to teach them farming, medicine, various All kinds of craftsmanship..."

"These people will be sharp knives for Your Majesty to contend with the nobles,"

Vicia lowered her eyes and glanced at Wen Lin's soft hair on top of her head. She raised her hand and drew Wen Lin's icy hair into her palm. The meaning of her eyes was unclear. She stared at Wen Lin for a while, and finally stretched her brows. , whispered,

"Your Excellency, I'm very glad that I met you first,"

Whether it is a more advanced idea or a meticulous and far-sighted plan, it has already proved that Wen Lin's existence is extremely threatening to any monarch who has not won her allegiance.

The author has something to say: the car will go to another city tomorrow morning, hope everything goes well~

Chapter 80

With her fingertips tapping on the hard tabletop, Wen Lin's bright black eyes flashed a playful luster,

"Your Majesty, to be precise, Tilia met me first,"

Hearing this, Vicia frowned very quickly, she raised her eyelids slowly, and said firmly,

"No, Your Excellency, you are wrong. You are Gunneville's daughter. I should have seen you when you were a year old. There is a portrait of us as a child in Ampton Palace."

Mrs. Gunneville was Queen Bonnie's mentor, and Vicia heard Yaz mentioning that in the two years before the queen was imprisoned, Madame Gunneville had secretly visited the Forbidden Palace many times.

After a moment of silence, a thought appeared in Wen Lin's eyes, "I don't have any memory of my childhood, even my father and mother,"