Seeing the ingredients, Vihia is about to cook chicken soup, and her movements are unexpectedly familiar.

Wen Lin had already sent all the servants out first, and went to the other side to help set the fire.

All the materials were prepared in advance. Vicia methodically put the chicken, herbs, and spices into the crock pot. Finally, the edge of the lid was sealed with water, and the fire was kept low and simmered.

As for the cold bread, brush it with a layer of honey and then put it in the oven, the outside will be more crispy, but the inside is still the same soft.

Although these steps were extremely simple if Wen Lin did them, but if they were put on Vicia, the meaning would be completely different.

Vicia's familiar movements seem to have been practiced many times in private. Wen Lin is both surprised and curious. The process is not difficult, but there are many detailed steps that can only be known after special consultation.

For example, the ratio and placement order of chicken and herbs, and the opening of the jar with water...

"Your Majesty, have you gone to the kitchen to learn how to cook?"

Vicia turned her head, her eyes flickered for a moment, then slowly turned her face and looked away, she didn't answer.

Seeing what Wen Lin could not understand, she laughed, Wen Lin stood up and walked over to pull Vihia to the fire and sit down, her lips pressed to Vihia's cheek, "Your Majesty Vihia, this is Is it for me to study specifically?"

The light immediately condensed on Wen Lin's face, looking at the eagerness in Wen Lin's eyes, Vicia nodded her head in a weird way, and then turned her head very quickly, no longer paying attention to Wen Lin.

The more Vihia was like this, the deeper the smile in Wen Lin's eyes, she took Vihia into her arms like an inch, and lightly pecked her lips under Vihia's neck.

An unbearable stab. Itchy, Vicia raised her head slightly, raised her hand and patted the back of Wen Lin's hand, scolding, "Your Excellency, this is in the kitchen."

Hearing this, Wen Lin moved for a while, but didn't stop. She stretched out her long legs, pressed Vicia's legs, and then hugged her waist tightly. The other hand unceremoniously opened her neckline, The straight collarbone is pure white and hazy, tempting people to dye it.

With a heavy cloud in her eyes, Wen Lin's tongue was dexterous, and she was the first to land on the healed arrow wound.

The wound was treated in a timely manner, and there was no serious inflammation in the follow-up, but because the wound was too deep, it was impossible to completely remove the scar.

The scar is not ugly, it is a faint fan, Wen Lin sucks up from the scar lovingly. Nibbling, wandering between the delicate collarbones, leaving a string of bright water marks.

The body was imprisoned, Vicia closed her eyes, resisted the urge to speak and shudder, and said intermittently, "Ge... Your Excellency, enough... enough."

The heat spread along the staggered breathing of the two of them. Wen Lin suppressed the strong throbbing in her heart and closed Vicia's collar before retreating a distance.

Wen Lin's entire face was covered with thin red, her breathing was warm, and her hazy eyes looking at Vicia were suddenly filled with a bit of sourness, and she said in a hoarse voice,

"Your Majesty Vicia, you dance with Prince Philip, go hunting together, baptize the people together, watch gladiatorial fights and plays together..."

After a long silence, Wen Lin continued, "I haven't done any of this with you."

Got breathless. Vihia, who was resting, quickly calmed down. She looked at Wen Lin, whose breath suddenly fell, and she was amused at the same time.

It seemed that Wen Lin did not return to the royal court for three months, simply because of Philip's arrival.

The corners of his mouth were pulled, and in his hoarse voice, he remembered with a little coaxing voice, Vicia flexed Wen Lin's chin,

"I'll stay here for the next half month. You can do whatever you want with me, Your Excellency."

Her throat rolled down, and Wen Lin stared at Vicia with brighter eyes. After the ecstasy, she suddenly woke up and asked worriedly,

"Your Majesty stays here, who will entertain Prince Philip who has come from afar?"

Slightly startled, Vicia's eyes instantly turned cold when she heard Philip.

"Many priests of the Holy See were mixed in with the marriage mission. After three months of searching in the royal city to no avail, they found an excuse to go to the three counties of Sutherland Heights, and they will not return to Brenz in a short time."

Philip was notoriously playful. Promiscuous, flamboyant, handsome, and the only remaining male in the Sistine royal family.

Therefore, both the Sistine Royal Family and the Holy Court want to use his marriage to gain benefits.

And this kind of person is naturally used to the more stupid the better.

The smile on Wen Lin's face stopped abruptly, and she suddenly understood why Vicia would endure Philip and the Sistine embassy everywhere.

Also, the Sistine Mission did not find out any information about him within three months. You don't need to guess to know that it must have been tampered with by Vicia. All these three months, are you really digging your horns?

Wen Lin bowed her head and remained silent. She couldn't believe it. It was easy to see the intention, but she was swayed by her emotions.

Looking at Wen Lin, who was sinking again, Vicia helplessly stretched out her hand and pinched her earlobe, and started talking.

"Your Excellency, danger is imminent, Lady Wormion loses power, and Prince Philip turns to the Holy Court."

Vicia watched the flames beating in the stove, her expression solemn.

She was not unaware of danger. On the contrary, Wen Lin's life experience had been weighing heavily on her heart.

Vicia tried to search for all the information that recorded Mrs. Gunneville. It turned out that the reforms that Wen Lin had done were not without them. Her mother had already tried it.

It's just that Mrs. Gunneville's scope is very small, limited to the territory of the Duke of Sutherland, so it is rarely known.

But the Holy Court is very clear, Vicia burned all the information she could find, and had already sent someone to destroy the ruins left in the three counties of Sutherland Heights.

What Naihe is doing now is to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Sooner or later, Wen Lin will be exposed to the eyes of the Holy Court, and Vicia must prolong this period of time as long as possible.

They must accumulate capital to fight against the Holy See as much as possible during this period of time.