Mrs. Yaz stepped forward and shouted worriedly, "Your Majesty, are you going to sleep for a while or get ready to wash up."

The sky was getting brighter, and because of the early arrival of Prince Philip, the nerves of everyone in the royal court were tense, including Vicia.

Mrs. Yaz looked at Vicia, her eyes overflowing with distress. After the banquet for Prince Philip last night, Her Majesty Vicia hardly breathed for a moment, and then discussed with the ministers of the Privy Council for a whole night of political affairs .

Unexpectedly, when she was finally able to rest, Your Excellency Wen Lin appeared again.

Thinking of the close relationship between Vicia and Wen Lin, Mrs. Yazi suddenly had a headache, and Mrs. Yazi saw Vicia's only connivance and concern for Wen Lin.

But now that Prince Philip is here, and will stay in the royal court as the queen's fiancé, Mrs. Yaz has begun to worry about whether she can endure with the means and courage of Lord Wen Lin.

Wen Lin, who had a gloomy face this morning, seemed to have given a bad answer.

Under Mrs. Yaz's worried gaze, Vicia hurriedly rolled over and got out of bed, hurriedly put on her shoes and chased out the door.

The maid waiting on the promenade saw the unwashed queen passing by like the wind, her eyes were amazed.

His Majesty has always appeared in front of people with a dignified and decent image, and no matter how urgent the situation is, he will never forget to groom.

But what happened today?

Along the way, Wen Lin walked towards Wang Ting's door with an expressionless face. As she walked around a corner, a biting cold wind rushed in, causing Wen Lin to tremble abruptly.

Wen Lin raised her hand and pressed the wall on one side, and stopped for a moment.

Her figure is slender and tall, and her long supple hair spreads out behind her like thick ink. Even the most simple robes she wears cannot hide her natural noble temperament.

Just at this moment, several male voices came from behind the trees in front. They were not speaking in Golan, but after listening carefully, they found that it was the language of Sistine.

Wen Lin frowned, and she wanted to walk to another path to avoid them.

Who knew that those few people saw Wen Lin first and shouted loudly, "Who, stop."

After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin still stopped and turned to look at the people walking towards her.

Their faces were flushed, and the closer they got, the more alcohol they smelled. Wen Lin just wanted to explain her identity, but unexpectedly, someone came up with a blatant look.

"Golan's women are really beautiful, and the maid in front of me is no less than Queen Golan,"

The rest of the others laughed and responded inarticulately,

"That's right, it's just a maid. I'll ask Queen Golan for it later and bring it back to the Sistine."

Wen Lin's dress is really inconspicuous. The maids in Wang Tingli's dresses are more delicate than hers, not to mention that Wen Lin didn't wear any jewelry today, and she also wore a matching sword or long knife around her waist.

The people above the wine became more daring. Seeing Wen Lin dodged for the first time, their laughter became more and more unbridled.

Unexpectedly, it would be the scene in front of her, and Wen Lin had a look of disgust in her eyes.

She turned to go, but unexpectedly

Those people rushed up one after another, and Wen Lin raised her palms subconsciously to repel them. Thinking of their frivolous tone when they mentioned Visia just now, Wen Lin felt even more disgusted in her heart, and the movements of her hands became more and more intense. Ling shivered.

Hearing a few dull sounds in the air, the people closest to Wen Lin curled up and fell to the ground.

Although they were drunk, the remaining two or three people shrank obviously and stepped back one after another.

Wen Lin didn't intend to cause trouble, but she was beaten, so it made no sense not to teach the rest of them a lesson.

However, just as Wen Lin raised her hand, Vicia's anger suddenly sounded,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, what are you doing!"

The author has something to say: once again Amway urged the younger master to become a big dreamer, she is really too cute, and the new article is also very cute "I became popular after being chased by Bai Yueguang"

As long as she's here, I shouldn't be able to stop the update. It's really painful and happy. I wanted to take a day off today.

Chapter 85

Vicia's voice was a little anxious, and Wen Lin followed the voice and turned her head to look at her.

The long skirt was wrinkled, and her hair was also very messy. A light flashed in Wen Lin's eyes, but it disappeared in a moment.

Looking at Wen Lin's silent eyes, Vicia's eyelashes fluttered, and the stern aura around her body suddenly softened. She waved to the attendants on both sides and said,

"Help up a few messengers and send them back to the room,"

Glancing over, the messengers looked drowsy and confused, and Visiah thought for a while, and guessed that Wen Lin beat them because they were rude first.

Ignoring that the messengers did not bow, Visia looked at the attendants indifferently and dragged them away.

She waved away the remaining attendants, and when there were only two people left, Vicia slowly walked towards Wen Lin.

Vicia reached out and held Wen Lin's hand, Wen Lin didn't hide, but her eyes were still cold, just like the dark sky, and there was no emotion in it.

The two were very close, and Visia raised her eyes and bumped into Wen Lin's deep eyes, feeling a little dazed in her heart.

The cold wind rolled up the skirts of the two of them, and the interlaced breaths in the cold air seemed more enthusiastic than usual.

After a long time, Vicia said slowly, "Your Excellency, I guess they were rude first, but their identities are different from the previous missions, so you..."

"Your Majesty, I won't blame you, I know what to do," Wen Lin interrupted her, her heart contracting slightly, becoming more and more embarrassed, slowly and slowly Firmly poured into Wen Lin's heart.

She didn't want to listen to it any longer, and it was nothing more than words of consolation for Visia to choose to back down for Golan's sake.

From Vicia's standpoint, what she did was understandable.

Wen Lin held Visia's hand, and then slowly released it, then took a few steps back.