"Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

Wen Lin looked extremely alienated when she spoke, as if she had returned to the way they were just a monarch-subject relationship. Vichy was stunned, unable to say anything she wanted to explain for a while.

After waiting for a while, Wen Lin laughed at herself when she saw Vicia, who had been silent all the time, and turned away without any reluctance.

She was afraid that staying any longer would only make the two of them fall into a more embarrassing situation.

Vicia stood on the spot and watched Wen Lin's back fade out of sight before she slowly turned around and walked back towards the White House.

The demeanor was the same as usual.

Afterwards, they cleaned up and dined, and then went to the Council Hall to handle government affairs. The afternoon was arranged to receive the Sistine Mission again.

After lunch, Vicia only had a short time to rest, and her tense expression and demeanor were rarely loosened.

After returning to the bedroom, Vicia drove all the servants out, walked to the bookshelf and pushed abruptly, all the books were pushed to the ground, making a huge dull sound.

Mrs. Yaz, who was guarding the door, frowned and hurriedly opened the door, only to see the Queen standing motionless in front of the collapsed bookshelf, her fluffy blonde hair covering her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

"Your Majesty Vicia,"

"Get out," in an unabashedly anxious tone.

The queen's slender fingers clenched the linen cloth spread on the table, her back was slightly bent, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Vicia clearly felt that the things she had been deliberately not talking about were now unavoidable between her and Wen Lin.

Sitting on that icy throne, she was constantly fighting with the nobles, the church, and the enemy country, and she did not dare to stop for a moment.

The flame called right was burning in her palm, but the fire was far from strong enough, not hot enough to make her and Wen Lin sleep peacefully in the cold night.

When she opened her eyes again, Vicia's eyes fell on a few unfinished sketches on the ground, which were left by Wen Lin. There are things about her Garden of Eden, which can also be brought to Golan and herself. something that helps.

Vicia's curled fingers moved, she squatted down, picked up the sketches one by one, smoothed and folded them carefully.

Vicia didn't dare to think about how she would choose if she had to choose to give up her relationship with Wen Lin for the benefit of Golan, or even the day she had to kill her.

Vicia didn't have an answer in her heart, she suddenly hated herself very much, her incompetence at the moment, and her despicableness.

Looking at her hands in a daze, Visia suddenly felt ridiculous again.

These hands once danced with flowers in the wind, but now they can only think about how to play with the filthiest desires in people's hearts.

Vicia had to admit that even at this moment, she was thinking about how to make Wen Lin stay firmly, and how to make Wen Lin unswervingly drive herself.

They will fall in love, and this is a change that no one expected.

But this love was unequal from the very beginning, and was mixed with impure use from the very beginning.

Waiting for Mrs. Yaz's whispered knock on the door to remind her, Vicia supported the back of the chair with her hands, wiped the water from the end of her eyes, stood up straight, and quickly returned to her impeccable elegance.

She called Mrs. Yaz in, put on a grand and gorgeous dress, and then walked to the main hall with firm steps.

It was a battlefield without gunpowder smoke, and she had to raise all her mind to deal with the nobles, councillors, the Sistine embassies... and prying eyes everywhere.

She can't show any strangeness, for herself and for Wen Lin.

Mrs. Yaz took small steps and followed behind Vicia, lifting her skirt from time to time.

In the center of the luxurious and bright hall, Vicia walked towards Prince Philip.

Mrs. Yaz disappeared in the corner, through the crowd, watching Vicia recover to a beautiful and difficult

As she guessed, for some unknown reason, Mrs. Yaz thought of Wen Lin.

If it was Your Majesty Wen Lin who danced with His Majesty Vicia at this time, His Majesty would be really happy.

With a sigh, as the melodious music was quickly engulfed, no one noticed the faint redness hidden in the end of Vicia's eyes.

As the horse galloped in the suburbs, Wen Lin felt cold in her chest, but her face was calm.

The construction progress of Yinhe Village is accelerating, and there are obvious changes every day.

This time, Wen Lin did not enter the village first, but went around the hill and quietly observed the training of the knights.

Also training with the cavalry was Field and the group that Wen Lin brought out from the arena.

There were not many king cavalry stationed in Yinhe Village, and there were about 300 people in Field's group of 50 people.

I heard Eggers say before that he divided the most elite 3,000 king cavalry in the royal city into five teams, each of 250 people, who came to Yinhe Village for training and garrisoning in turn.

Wen Lin looked at it for a while, there was no familiar face in Wang Qizhong, and Eggers was not there, so she didn't rush forward.

A large area of ​​land behind the hills has been transformed into a training ground according to Wen Lin's intentions, which not only trains the knights' horsemanship and marksmanship, but also includes various long and short weapons, as well as the tactics and tactics that are used in different terrains.

Hearty laughter from below came from time to time, perhaps because of their lightness, Wen Lin smiled along.

Field, who was arranging the next round of training, turned his head inadvertently, and recognized Wen Lin at a glance. His gaze was instantly fixed, and there was obvious joy on his face.

After parting from the arena, he never had close contact with Wen Lin again, but the temperature on his head was always clearly engraved in his mind.

During this time, they experienced the changes of Yinhe Village, food, clothes, houses, different management regulations...

For Field, who was once a noble, he knew how difficult it was for Wen Lin to bring it all together.

"...You need to give me everything you have in these five years, including your life."