It happened that the convoy in the village was also going to deliver goods to the royal city, so Wen Lin planned to go back with them, just to visit the shop together.

In fact, the moment Wen Lin got up, Vihia woke up. It was not until Wen Lin kissed her on the lips and walked out that Vihia opened her eyes.

There was a rippling smile in her eyes, her lips were curved, and the blanket was warm, just like Wen Lin's fiery body temperature.

It's just that Wen Lin woke up, and Vicia didn't have much interest in continuing to sleep. After calling the maid to get acquainted, as soon as she walked out the door, she saw Wen Lin who was busy not far away.

He was still wearing the same simple dark gown without any decorations as before. He was tall and long, and he looked neat when walking around, but he had an indescribable dignified air.

Vicia leaned on the railing on the second floor with one hand and smiled

Looking at her, Wen Lin just happened to look back, and their eyes met at a distance.

Without hesitation, Wen Lin whispered a few words and walked to the manor.

The maid had already prepared the food that the two of them would eat for breakfast in the dining room. As soon as Wen Lin stepped into the dining room, she saw Vicia and waved to her with a smile.

With chills on her body, Wen Lin hesitated for a while and sat down a little further away when she looked at the not thick clothes on Vicia's body.

Vicia clapped her fingers on the table and looked at her dissatisfiedly, "Your Excellency, sit down and sit beside me."

"Your Majesty, it's wet with rain and cold," Wen Lin shook her head and explained.

Seeing that she couldn't move, Vicia simply moved her own position and sat beside Wen Lin. Before Wen Lin could react, she held Wen Lin's cold hand and slowly rubbed her to warm her hand.

Wen Lin moved uncomfortably and wanted to withdraw her hand, "Your Majesty, I'm not cold."

Vicia ignored her, and didn't let go until she warmed Wen Lin's hands. Seeing the wet marks on Wen Lin's body, she ordered someone to bring a brazier in.

Sitting quietly to the side, Wen Lin stared at the person in front of her, as if Vicia's posture in front of her was getting lower and lower.

This made Wen Lin feel a little helpless, but at the same time she was a little uncontrollable joy.

They are not only kings and ministers, but also lovers.

Noticing Wen Lin's sight that the rope was about to wrap around her, Vicia raised her eyes to look at her, and joked deliberately, "What are you looking at?"

The food on the table was exquisite and rich, but it couldn't reach a shred of Vicia. Wen Lin subconsciously said, "Look at you, it's delicious."

"Beautiful and delicious?" Vicia was puzzled.

This is an idiom that Wen Lin has not taught Vicia. After realizing what she said, Wen Lin's face became suspiciously red, and she changed the subject with an extremely unnatural expression.

"Your Majesty, the convoy is about to leave soon, we should have dinner."

The traces of Wen Lin's deliberate change of topic were very obvious. Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, Vicia didn't force her.

The two then ate their breakfast quietly.

During the whole process, Wen Lin's eyes were always fixed on Vicia's face, Vicia looked at Wen Lin with a smile, and asked again,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, what are you looking at?"

With a concealed cough, Wen Lin turned her eyes away a little, "I just want to take a look at Your Majesty, you won't be able to see you every day when you return to the royal court."

The feelings entrenched in their hearts are so pure and pure, but there are too many things between the two, forcing them to think, plan, restrain, and compromise.

Wen Lin couldn't help but think these days, if she and Vicia were just ordinary people, wouldn't they have to go through such hard work and restraint.

But if they were all ordinary people, maybe they wouldn't meet them.

Looking at Wen Lin's changing face, Vicia couldn't guess what she was thinking, but her face was not so gentle.

Fingers stroked Wen Lin's cheek, Vicia got close to her, her voice was very soft but incomparably clear penetrated into Wen Lin's ear,

"Your Excellency, don't you want to return to the royal court for three months?"

Without obvious anger, Wen Lin could hear a shallow accusation.

The broken light trembled in the depths of her eyes, and Wen Lin shook her head. When they parted, the time they spent together seemed extraordinarily precious. Wen Lin didn't want to make Vicia unhappy.

Wen Lin leaned over and hugged Vicia from behind, her lips pressed against the back of her neck, gradually spreading down her neck.

"No, no matter how busy I am in the future, as long as I am still in the royal city, I will return to the royal court every three days at most."

With Wen Lin's assurance, Vicia reassured herself into Wen Lin's embrace.

The supple black hair drilled in along the neckline and slid through the bursts of thorns. Itching, a soft moan escaped from Vicia's lips and inserted. The fingers that entered Wen Lin's hair clump unconsciously exerted force.

Wen Lin, who was in pain, stopped immediately, and looked at the thin red and watery water at the end of Vichy's eyes, Wen Linfu hugged her again, and her wet tongue fell again.

It's just that this time Wen Lin's movements were more gentle, and she slowly swept across Vicia's eyebrows, grinding her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, the corners of her lips, and her chin...

The gentle movements are like wiping the bright long knife that he cherishes so much.

Vicia couldn't stand, she staggered back, and when her taut shoulders were touched, she couldn't help but dodge, but she couldn't bear to push Wen Lin away, she held back and tried to go back. answer her.

However, Wen Lin was not satisfied. She raised her hand and hooked the soft white clouds on the sky. The wind passed between her fingers, sometimes dissipating the heat, and sometimes gathering the temperature.

Unconsciously, it was raining outside the window, and the falling rain lines fell in a cluttered sound like the sound of empty valleys, and Wen Lin was willing to give up.

Turning his head to the side, his line of sight shifted slightly with the erratic arc of the rain line.

Wen Lin always took the trouble to make Vicia call her name over and over again.

Wen Lin likes to hear Vicia's voice, only Wen Lin knows how touching Vicia's voice is when she is softly calling.

The two of them were pulling their clothes. The chatter was messed up, Vicia stepped back a little hasty, opened a distance, and took a sip of water before slowly calming down.