Queen Wen Lin climbed down the spiral staircase. She was wearing the traditional and elegant royal dress of the Golan. The gorse pattern woven with gold thread and gemstones extended down from both sides of her shoulders. The waists meet, and as she moves, the light skirt streaks in the air with a splendid light and shadow.

The smile in Vicia's eyes deepened obviously, she stood up without hesitation, walked to Wen Lin's side, held her hand, bowed her head and kissed the back of her hand.

"How did you come?"

Wen Lin approached and clasped Vicia's hand behind her. The smooth and delicate skin was in the palm of her hand. Wen Lin's mind moved slightly, and she lowered her head and said softly, "I'll be here if I miss you."

It was rare for Wen Lin to be so direct and explicit, Vicia looked at her with a smile, and a few swirls of rich gold flashed in the depths of her pupils.

The ministers in the Privy Council were the first to greet her. Vicia always stood by Wen Lin's side, and most of them spoke nice words.

This situation was very boring, so when the prelude to the next piece of music played, Vicia decisively pulled Wen Lin into the dance floor.

The two were gorgeously dressed, but not bulky. A few elegant twists quickly grabbed everyone's attention.

They dance gracefully in the slow and different string music, the delicate palace light shadows fall on their skirts, outline the slightly trembling streamer, rub their bodies and spin, whispering in their ears, in the dim and gentle light, the overlapping shadows are hard to leave. Indistinguishable.

This is a pair of lovers who are incomparably matched, and no one can deny it in conscience.

The crowd around them exclaimed, envied, or explored, and they whispered in a low voice.

"Queen Wen Lin's appearance doesn't seem to have changed from nine years ago. She is still so young and beautiful."

"This is probably the appearance of being favored by God."

"Not getting old seems to be nothing compared to coming back from the dead."

"Everyone, let me remind you, it seems that many of the shops you divided up belonged to Queen Wen Lin originally."

"So what, my dear, things must have a price. This is the royal family's reward for our surrender."

"..."

Everyone had different thoughts. At the climax of a certain piece of music, Vicia and Wen Lin walked sideways. At the moment when their bodies were touching, Wen Lin whispered sideways,

"They are too noisy, let's go to Yinhe Village?"

She smiled knowingly, and when the pipe organ ended the last tune, Vicia wrapped her arms around Wen Lin's waist, "As you wish, my queen."

The people who wanted to get closer to them at first, then watched helplessly as Her Majesty Visia took Wen Lin away in front of everyone's eyes.

The moonlight condensed on the river, and with the sound of slapping water, it swayed with a texture like broken gold.

The ship was always ready in case the queen needed it when she was traveling. She waved back the attendants who followed, and Vicia led Wen Lin to board the ship.

The sound of the water was gentle, Vicia and Wen Lin leaned casually on the pole and looked up at the stars in the sky.

The wind blew the ends of their hair, and the breaths of the two of them flowed silently together.

"It's much quieter now," Vicia rested her head on Wen Lin's shoulder and sniffed the fragrance on her nose with satisfaction.

Wen Lin looked at her sideways, even though the years left marks on Vicia's face, she still could not deny the thrilling beauty when the queen showed tenderness and affection.

Breathing stopped for a moment, Wen Lin suddenly said, "Your Majesty, what do you seem to owe me?"

Vicia glanced at her, brushed away the hair that had been ruffled by the wind, and her smile expanded a little bit,

"Oh, what more do you want?"

The light and shadow on the river was reflected in the bottom of Wen Lin's eyes, deep and shallow. She looked at Vicia quietly, and a layer of soft light gradually faded on her face.

"Wedding, Vicia, a wedding for you and me."

Vicia raised her head and blinked her eyes slowly. She was stunned for a while before hooking Wen Lin's neck, kissing deeply and gently entanglement.

"When do you want to hold it?"

"When the maple leaves turn red in the fall, I will design our wedding dresses myself."

Wen Lin said it very seriously, which made Visia very happy. The boredom at the banquet just now was swept away in an instant, even if there are countless hardships waiting for them in the future, Visia thought, as long as they can communicate with each other Accompanying them, those seem to be nothing.

When the two arrived at Yinhe Village, there was only a pile of embers left in front of the square that had not been completely extinguished. It seemed that everyone in the village had rested.

What surprised and moved Wen Lin was that the village was full of maple trees, and the small villa she originally designed was completely wrapped in a lush maple forest.

The same is true in Wang Tingli. Maple trees are planted in the open space beside the lake. You don’t need to think about it to know that it must be Vicia’s order.

As for the reason, it was nothing more than a cluster of maple leaves that was broken that night.

While Wen Lin was moved, she was also full of distress. She calmly suppressed the warmth in her eyes, and led Vicia to the villa.

Everything seemed to be taken care of well, like Wen Lin never left.

Wen Lin hugged Vicia, kissed and kissed, and tossed until late at night, only to stop when both of them were exhausted.

Embracing each other in a daze, but before she fell asleep for a long time, Wen Lin began to sweat and babble from time to time.

She dreamed of Vicia walking into the sea step by step. She stood on the shore and called her hoarsely, trying to stop her.

In the dream, Vihia never reacted, and dipped into the sea step by step.

Wen Lin rushed into the sea in a hurry, and the icy waves hit, and she instantly woke up from her nightmare.

Rubbing her dry eyes, Wen Lin stared at the candle in the corner for a while, turned her head to look at Vicia, who was sleeping soundly, and gently touched her temples.

The empty heart suddenly settled down, it was just a nightmare.

The next day, both got up very early, and the Privy Council meeting could not be late.

After rushing back to the royal court, Wen Lin sent Visia to the door of the council hall as usual, but she was dragged into the council hall by Vicia.