After searching for a few points, Wen Lin repeated the act of digging soil to mark.

The lord in the rain looked very embarrassed, which made the peasants who followed him feel terrified. They took the initiative to say, "Lord lord, let's help you."

Although don't know what Wen Lin is doing, it doesn't seem to be difficult.

Wen Lin turned her head when she heard the sound and smiled, until the last soil specimen was taken, she said,

"I would like to ask you about farming, such as how to deal with the drainage problem of the swamp, how to solve the problem of irrigation in the highlands, and related methods of weeding, insecticide and fertilization..."

These questions are really not like a noble can ask, but like an old craftsman testing his apprentice.

The peasants couldn't help but get nervous, and their answers were confusing, with no logical system.

Wen Lin smiled lightly throughout the whole process, listened patiently, memorized the method they said, and hurried back to Wangcheng non-stop after thanking her.

Go back to the mansion to take a shower and change clothes before Wen Lin hurries to Wang Ting.

It wasn't quite night yet, but because of the rain, the incoming wind was filled with a strong tidal and cold breath.

Unlike usual, as soon as Wen Lin passed through the palace gate tonight, she noticed an obvious strange atmosphere.

Large fiery red roses are clustered on both sides of the stone road, and the gorse flag representing the Golan royal family and the goshawk flag representing the Sistine royal family are alternately inserted all over the castle. All the torches are lit, reflecting the castle. It's like daytime.

Now is not the season for roses to bloom, and they are only cultivated in the royal greenhouse.

Vaguely, there was a faint sound of the orchestra playing in the direction of the White House.

Wen Lin walked towards the White House hall without saying a word. From a distance, Wen Lin saw the lively scene in the White House hall.

Vicia is holding a luxurious white feather fan in her hand, and sitting next to her is a very handsome and noble looking man, Wen Lin keenly heard someone call him Prince Philip.

Did the Sistine Mission come early? There was still no movement in the morning.

The two people sitting at the top seemed to be talking intimately. Prince Philip leaned over to Vicia whenever he spoke, and filled her with a glass of wine, full of ambiguous intimacy.

Vicia didn't reject his offer, she took a sip from the glass, and her gentle smile contained a bit of seductive charm.

Prince Philip, with flushed cheeks, looked as if he had fallen completely under the Queen's skirt.

Wen Lin stopped and stared at the scene in the hall without blinking. When Visia's eyes swept over, she moved extremely quickly and disappeared into the shadow behind the colonnade.

The nails penetrated deeply into the palm of her hand, and Wen Lin only felt that a large stone was blocked in her chest, and for a while, even her breathing was astringent and painful.

But whether as a courtier or a lover, Wen Lin sadly found that she had no position to stop this.

Vicia is not only her lover, but also the monarch of the Golan.

The current situation of Golan forced Visiah to exchange her marriage for a false alliance with Sistine, and she would definitely not be better than herself.

Wen Lin thought in a daze, and suddenly thought about whether Visia would choose to back down from their relationship for the benefit of Golan.

Suddenly, Wen Lin felt a sharp pain in her heart as if being pierced by a needle, and even her body shivered in pain.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah, after posting today's chapter, I will be able to get the first full attendance since writing the article, thank you for the treasures who accompanied us along the way!

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And Prince Philip will not be a big abuse point, at most it can be regarded as an emotional booster~ Xiao abuse and Xiao Tian

Chapter 84

Wen Lin didn't know how long she had been standing behind the pillar, until her legs were aching, and a maid was walking towards her from the corner, and she suddenly returned to her senses.

With a few light jumps, Wen Lin disappeared behind the colonnade in an instant, and when she reappeared, she was already in Vicia's bedroom.

Perhaps because of Prince Philip's hurried arrival, the corridor outside the bedroom was empty.

Wen Lin pushed the door and walked into the bedroom, put down the soil specimen she brought against the corner of the table, and sat down at the desk.

The two often share a desk, so no matter who is in the room, they have their own paper and pens ready.

Wen Lin sat for a while, took out a few blank sheets of paper, and picked up a quill pen to write down different farming methods on different soil types, but the tip of the pen hung on the paper for a long time, slowly dripping a cloud of ink stains, Wen Lin didn't write a word.

In the end, Wen Lin simply dropped the pen, raised her chin with one hand, and tapped the table rhythmically with the other, staring at the thick night outside the window for a long time.

As time went by, the night became darker and darker, like a chaotic and cold ocean tide rushing in, making Wen Lin's calm thoughts forcibly restrained into chaos.

There was no news of Vicia's return from outside the door.

Wen Lin stood up abruptly, sat down again, and stared at the closed door motionlessly, until it was a little light, and there were rustling footsteps outside the door.

The door was pushed open, Vicia leaned softly on Mrs. Yaz's body, her eyes were lightly closed, and her red cheeks looked like she was drunk.

After moving her stiff body, Wen Lin stepped up, took Vicia without a word, and then closed the door tightly.

The moment she saw Wen Lin, Mrs. Yaz froze in shock and let Wen Lin take Visia, until she saw the door slammed shut before she could react.

Your Excellency Wen Lin waited all night in His Majesty's bedroom?

Recalling Wen Lin's gloomy eyes just now, Mrs. Yaz shivered for a while, hesitated for a long time, but withdrew her hand on the doorknob, turned around and quietly guarded the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Vicia opened her eyes, her eyes were clear and not at all drunk.

She embraced Wen Lin's waist and let her whole body lean towards Wen Lin.