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But the knife and fork are very inconvenient, and there are several dishes that Latimer can only fork a little awkwardly each time.
Noticing Latimer's slightly embarrassed situation, Wen Lin took the lead in picking up chopsticks, and explained while holding up a piece of fish to demonstrate,
"His Royal Highness Latimer, these two slender sticks are called chopsticks, which are a kind of tableware from the East,"
For some dishes, it is not as convenient to use chopsticks as fork and knife. Wen Lin asked the kitchen to make a few pairs of chopsticks. Vicia had already learned how to use them, but Latimer, who had obviously never seen chopsticks, didn't know how to use them at all.
After imitating Wen Lin's movements, Latimer struggled to pick up the first bite of the dish with his chopsticks. The rusty and stiff movements looked ridiculous.
With a smile in Wen Lin's eyes, she did not forget to encourage him, "His Royal Highness, you learn very quickly, it will take a while to get used to it,"
Looking at the encouraging smile on Wen Lin's face, Lati was stunned, and then began to faint red on her cheeks. She fixedly looked at Wen Lin and whispered, "Thank you, teacher."
Before Vicia was married, Latimer was Golan's first-in-line heir. Vicia's indifference made his situation even more delicate, and those who knew his identity were treated with cookie-cutter and distant respect. he.
A warm encouraging smile like Wen Lin was the first time Latimer felt after leaving the Forbidden Palace.
Seeing the interaction between Wen Lin and Latimer, Visia narrowed her eyes, covering the glimmer of light in her eyes, and said,
"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I want to select some children from the nobles to serve as attendants to Latimer. It happens that you want to teach, so you can teach them together,"
Feeling the sight from Vicia's eyes, Latimer pursed his lips uncomfortably, he turned his head to look, Vicia's expression was still cold.
Although he is only six years old, Latimer, who is too precocious, knows that choosing a companion means that His Majesty Vicia will show the nobles that he is willing to formally accept him.
This will bring about a huge change for the better. Although Latimer can't think of any specific changes for the time being, he sincerely said to Vicia, "Thank you Auntie,"
Wen Lin's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and her eyes wandered across Vicia and Latimer.
After pondering for a moment, Wen Lin found that Vicia's attitude seemed to be too cold.
It stands to reason that, let herself be Latimer's mentor, and at this time, she proposed to select the children of nobles to serve as attendants. It seems that Vicia has a tendency to train Latimer into a qualified heir.
It was the best opportunity to get closer to the relationship between aunt and nephew, but Vicia's attitude was unusually abnormal.
Out of the corner of the eye, Vicia's chicken soup didn't seem to have moved much. Wen Lin subconsciously reached out and pushed the chicken soup to Vicia's hand. Her words were obviously urging.
"Your Majesty, the chicken soup will be cold if you don't drink it,"
The other two who were waiting for Wen Lin's answer were stunned for a moment. Vicia was the first to come back to her senses, and then a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she took a sip of chicken soup and drank it.
Latimer was stunned for a long time. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.
Teacher Mingming's behavior was very offensive and rude, but my aunt was not only not angry, but she also drank chicken soup according to the teacher's wishes.
Tilt his head slightly, Latimer looked at Wen Lin with a serious expression on his face.
Wen Lin, who quickly realized that her actions were a little out of place, turned her eyes away, coughed twice, maintaining her usual calmness, and said with a straight face,
"Yes, but there are some courses that nobility's children can't study together,"
Of course Vicia understood what Wen Lin meant, and the knowledge she possessed was no exaggeration to say that it was enough to shake the ruling class of Golan.
However, revealing it early can make everything Wen Lin planned to drop a fatal blow to the throats of the nobles at the most critical moment.
The smile was hidden in the seemingly careless eyes, Vicia said warmly, "Your Excellency, you don't need to feel restrained, I respect all your decisions,"
There seemed to be stars twinkling in Vicia's eyes, and when she stared at Wen Lin intently, she clearly conveyed a firm and inclusive power.
Just listening to Vicia's words, Wen Lin's heart began to jump, and the joy in her chest filled her body little by little like a steady stream of spring water.
But Wen Lin's heart was empty, she gave birth to a compulsion.
Desperately wanting to get close to Vicia.
After all three of them had finished their meal, Wen Lin took advantage of the excuse to leave Latimer.
"His Royal Highness Latimer, I will teach you a lesson alone this afternoon, but I need you to find Lord Humphreys now and let him send you to his manor on the outskirts of the city,"
As soon as he heard that Wen Lin would give him a lesson, Latimer raised his head instantly and looked at Wen Lin with a gaze that could not hide his fiery expectation and admiration.
But because he was summoned into the royal court by Vicia, Latimer silently turned his head to look at Vihia, until Vihia nodded in agreement, and Latimer saluted and left.
When only each other was around, Wen Lin resisted the urge and dragged Vicia across the corridor and into the quiet room at the end.
The wind stirred the robes of the two of them, swaying a little bit of spring in winter.
As soon as the door was closed, Wen Lin eagerly pressed Visiah against the door panel, her arms wrapped around her slender waist, slowly tightening, and a light kiss fell on Visiah's smooth forehead.
Wen Lin's actions were a bit sudden, Vicia's body stiffened for a moment, feeling the warmth passed from her body, and then slowly relaxed.
Vicia thought that Wen Lin deliberately sent Latimer away because she had something to say to herself, but she didn't expect it to be...
Laughing dumbly, Vicia didn't have the slightest sense of blame in her eyes.
Caressing the back of Wen Lin's neck, Vicia took the initiative to meet her movements.
Wen Lin leaned her head on Vicia's shoulder and rubbed her face to face.
Unsatisfied, Wen Lin kissed Vicia's cheek to her lips, her strength changing from shallow to deep, jerky. He fiddled, not letting go of an inch from the lips to the teeth.
Until Vicia was out of breath, groaned, and pushed her away against Wen Lin's shoulder,