Queen and Her Duke

The next day, Wen Lin changed into a light shirt and breeches.

Walking to the gate of the royal court, Wen Lin found that Visia was wearing the same style of shirt and breeches as herself, her blond hair was tied up with a dark blue ribbon, and a pure white lace veil hung down from her forehead. The mood of wanting to talk.

She sat upright on the horse, and stretched out her hand towards Wen Lin with a faint smile. The bright and dark light intertwined a crescent-shaped shadow in her eyes, making her eyes even darker.

Both cold and gentle.

Wen Lin hesitated for a while, held Visia's hand, and used her strength to get on the horse, but she held Visia in her arms.

Pulling the rein, Wen Lin said loudly, "Your Majesty, you probably haven't seen my riding skills yet,"

As the voice fell, without giving Visia time to react, Wen Lin rode her horse and rushed out of the palace.

The screaming wind poured into her throat head-on, Visia instinctively hugged her tightly behind her.

Hair twists in the wild wind.Entangled, each other's breath wantonly rolled into the nasal cavity.

Visia's eyes were dizzy and red, she was still sitting in a dignified and elegant posture, rubbing her powerful arms around her waist, and said calmly, "Your Excellency, my riding skills are not inferior to yours,"

Hugging the person even tighter, Wen Lin only smiled faintly, then tightened the reins suddenly, the horse raised its hooves in the air and let out a long neighing sound.

Following behind, the royal knights saw the queen and Wen Lin rushing out like a flash of lightning. They hurriedly chased after them, and the whips were swung more and more frequently and heavier, but there was always a short distance between them. distance.

The hot air brushed against the pinnae, and the chest behind him trembled slightly with the low laughter, which could not conceal the lightness of wanton publicity.

The dense and compact urban buildings gradually disappear, and the continuous fields and forests undulate towards the distance. A river that shimmers and shines like silk and satin appears in the field of vision.

At a rapid speed, Visia's body slowly relaxed, the slight tension was replaced by the pleasure of catharsis, and her breathing was out of rhythm.

A small familiar village appeared in the distance, and the speed of the horse gradually slowed down. Wen Lin got off the horse first, and stretched out her hand towards Visia and bowed gracefully.

Visia looked down at her, a few strands of hair fell on the side of Wen Lin's face, looking a little messy, but this did not affect her beauty in the slightest.

Helping Wen Lin's hand to get off the horse, Visia deliberately moved closer to her, her thin white fingertips slid from her collarbone to her chest, and poked it meaningfully,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, if someone else was so bold, his chest would have been pierced by a feathered arrow,"

It is an exceptionally indulgent tone, with a gentle and pleasant tone, without any blame.

Wen Lin's heart skipped a beat, and then she bent her eyes, pointing to the plain road in the distance rather aggressively,

"Your Majesty, with the river as the boundary, 1000 mu of land to the west of the river bank,"

The Royal Knights chased after him at this time, and Visia turned sideways and took the map handed over by the knights.

From here to the west, there are mostly uncultivated swamps, wasteland, and wilderness, but there are not many fertile cultivated fields.

1000 mu of land is not as big as a knight's territory, Vicia frowned and asked, "Your Excellency, are you sure you want this place?"

Squatting down, Wen Lin pushed aside the weeds and dug out a handful of soil, crushed it in her hand, put it under her nose and sniffed it, and nodded affirmatively, "It's here,"

Brunz is rainy all year round, the climate is mild, and the soil near the river is particularly characterized by clayey soil.

When she was in Yinhe Village, Wen Lin discovered that the clay soil has good fertility, but it has high water content and is not easy to plow. There is no curved plow in the Golan, so it is difficult to plow the thick soil with less manpower.

But for Wen Lin, it couldn't be more ideal.

However, there is still a problem in order for everything to be implemented smoothly, and that is people.

Golan is sparsely populated, and the area Wen Lin picked is not good arable land in the traditional sense. According to the map, there is only one village, Yinhe Village, in this thousand mu of land, and most of the villagers in Yinhe Village are for farming. Worked in a shipyard.

Vicia proposed that some of the peasants serving the royal family could be allocated to Wen Lin, but Wen Lin shook her head and refused.

She turned to mention the slaves in the arena, "There are quite a few people in the arena, if your majesty agrees, I will be very grateful,"

The usefulness of those who can survive in the arena is immeasurable.

If they can be organized and trained, it is very likely that they will become a powerful militia.

The tradition of the Golan is that peasants will be recruited to participate in the war during wartime, but most of them live in poverty and cannot afford to buy weapons and armor at all.

Once a war broke out between lords, knights with elite weapons often played the decisive role, and farmers were often the first batch of cannon fodder to die.

Wen Lin is determined to reform the farming method, and she does not know how many variables she will face during the period. She needs a group of people who can protect themselves and at the same time defend her territory.

"They are difficult to discipline," Visia hesitated for a moment, looking at Wen Lin thoughtfully,

The slaves who were sent to the arena either had a deep hatred with the nobles, or were treasonous sinners...

Their identities are too sensitive for the Golan's ruling class.

Once Wen Lin accepts them openly, she will definitely become a target of public criticism.

Smiling nonchalantly, Wen Lin looked directly into Visia's eyes, and said firmly, "Your Majesty, compared to fearing death every day, no one does not wish to live,"

Visia, who frowned slightly, did not make a sound, her eyes paused for a while on the corner of Wen Lin's raised lips, and she turned silently to the distant village.

Wen Lin's request, in Weisia's view, had a hidden meaning behind it.

Create a gap with all the nobles, keep a distance, and cling to yourself wholeheartedly,

This is undoubtedly the most suitable relationship between the monarch and his favorite ministers.

Like Hanvers vs. himself.

But Wen Lin's request today seems to be too deliberate, to show her loyalty to herself.

This is not Wen Lin's usual style.

Weisia couldn't guess her real intentions, and her calm expression was filled with unbearable annoyance.

And this disturbance was mixed with Visia's worries that she didn't want to be trapped in the shackles of the relationship between monarch and minister with Wen Lin.

From the beginning to the end, Wen Lin waited quietly for Visia's answer without any urging.

This is a hurdle that Visia will have to overcome sooner or later. What she wants is far more than a small territory, and the achievement of all expected goals requires Visia's trust.

It is no longer limited to verbal promises, but more needs to be supported by actions.

The queen's slender hands were tightly clasped, and she didn't let go until she entered Yinhe Village, and she didn't let go to agree to Wen Lin's request.

As soon as Vicia and Wen Lin appeared, some villagers found them.

The very recognizable oriental appearance quickly made Wen Lin recognized, and the villagers immediately put down their work and gathered towards the entrance of the village.

Wen Lin stood behind Visia, the status of the two of them was self-evident, and soon an old man recognized the Wang Jian on Visia's waist.

They knelt down one after another, wanting to express their gratitude while being fearful.

It was Wang Ting who saved them, and it was Wang Ting who drove away the disease.

The current Yinhe Village has been turned upside down, not only the environment, but the most obvious is the villagers. Although they are still thin and weak, their spirits are completely different.

There are no more insect eggs, dead grass, and cotton wool in the hair. Although the clothes are simple, they are very clean.

They bowed their heads very low, and the sound of pious chanting sounded at the same time,

"You are the king of the Golan,

May your name be holy,

May your will be done on earth,

as in heaven,

You forgive us our debts,

Do not lead us into temptation,

save us from evil,

The kingdom, power, and glory are all yours,

Forever. "【1】

Some ignorant children quietly raised their heads. They stared at Vicia, Wen Lin, and the royal knights with their round eyes. Their immature faces were full of admiration and longing. .

The appearance of the queen here seemed like a bizarre dream to all the villagers of Yinhe Village.

Even the nobles had never seen them a few times, but they actually met the monarch of the country in the village.

She was not as cruel as the rumors said, she was elegant and beautiful, and she looked at them with gentle and kind eyes.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Visia fell into a brief thought.

The pure eyes of the villagers pulled Weisia into a distant memory that was somewhat strange.

The gentle and smiling mother, the commoners who have been helped by her mother, and the maid who vowed to stay by her side to serve her because her mother vowed to die, the eyes they look at her are as pure as the villagers at this moment.

Vicia couldn't remember clearly, and couldn't remember how long she hadn't experienced this simple but strong emotion again.

Turning the ring on her hand, Visia said in a deep voice, "Get up, everyone."

It was not the usual tone of commanding, but a gentle hoarseness.

The villagers stood up, glanced at Visia, then quickly lowered their heads and bent down.

Her holy face made them feel ashamed, as if to look at them was to defile them.

Weisia smiled faintly. She walked into the crowd, and then passed through the crowd, looking at the changes in the village.

The crowd followed the queen, while Wen Lin quietly hid in Visia's shadow.

Vicia asked them about their food harvest, their monthly income, and even what they ate every day and whether they were full every day.

The eyes of the villagers gradually became moist. The nobles never cared whether their lives were difficult, they only cared about whether the taxes were paid on time.

Vicia walked to the bakery in the village. The dark bread looked rough and hard to swallow.

She picked one up and popped it into her mouth.

There were exclamations one after another from the crowd,

"Your Majesty, don't eat,"

It was very hard, and the gravel in it gritted her teeth from time to time. Vicia swallowed it with a smile. She looked at Wen Lin through the crowd, and suddenly understood what Wen Lin had accused her of.

"You lack compassion for the pain and misery of your people,"

She trapped herself in the tower of power, but never really experienced the poverty under the tower.

"As a monarch, I should be ashamed of your situation,"

After leaving this sentence, Visia walked towards the entrance of the village under the eyes of the villagers in astonishment and panic. Her pace was very fast, and the knights of the royal court understood and surrounded them, separating the villagers from Visia.

In Wen Lin's eyes was a hazy smile that Visia couldn't understand. She approached her slowly, her red lips spitting out, "Your Excellency, is this what you want? I will satisfy you,"

The smile in Wen Lin's eyes suddenly deepened. She met Visia's oppressive eyes and said slowly,

"Your Majesty, I see in your eyes the determination to change everything,"

Silence spread between the two of them, and they shared the same horse again, this time Wen Lin was in front and Weisia was behind.

Vicia rested her head lightly on Wen Lin's shoulder, her voice was low,

"Your Excellency, I promise you about the arena,"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Lin felt a sharp pain in her ears, and the warm and soft touch made her tilt her head unconsciously.

After a long time, Weisia said something inexplicable again,

"Wen Lin, never betray me,"

The author has something to say: [1] Refer to the prayers praising God

There are many foreshadowings in this chapter~

You can think about the deep meaning behind their actions~