This queen is not too curly

Chapter 1
At dusk, a humid wind suddenly blew up outside the pass.

The sky in the distance was dark brown, and the damp wind rolled up yellow sand and fallen leaves, dyeing the whole world into a gray chaos.

On the quiet official road, a magnificent carriage came from the night and slowly stopped at the entrance of the inn beside the road.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the inside of the car: "Miss, we have arrived at the inn."

There was no sound in the carriage for a long time, and after a while, a sleepy voice sounded: "Oh."

The coachman said: "It looks a bit dilapidated, but there is no other place to live around, so I can only feel sorry for Miss."

This time, there wasn't even an "oh."

It was quiet inside the carriage, as if the people inside had fallen asleep.

The coachman had already become used to it, he waved to the guards accompanying him, and walked straight into the inn.

This "dilapidated" inn is actually not shabby, on the contrary, it is the only inn within a hundred miles, and its scale is not small.At this time, there were more than a dozen people sitting in the lobby of the inn. They were drinking and bragging when they suddenly saw a few people rushing into the backyard of the inn.

After those people spoke a few words with the proprietress, the proprietress came out with a red face:
"Today's honored guests are here, so I'm free. After eating, please leave as you please!"

"……What's the meaning?"

"That's what it means. There are distinguished customers who have reserved the shop, so we won't keep any customers today."

"Then where shall we stay tonight?"

The proprietress stared at Xingren, half pretending to be coquettish and half genuinely annoyed: "It's not cold yet, what's wrong with you old men going outside for a night?"

"First come, first served, how could it be so unreasonable!"

"If you have the ability, you take over the store! I call you Grandpa Li every day!"

"..."

The guests were cursing, and the drunk guest wanted to do something, when suddenly a camel bell rang outside the door, and then a warm yellow figure appeared at the door.

It was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Her complexion is extremely white, almost pale, and she is clearly in the early autumn, but she is wearing a thick fur. The huge fur collar almost eats her whole head. She looks indescribably frail and thin. A morbid and slender appearance.

"Miss is really kind-hearted." The proprietress greeted her with a smile, "Miss has been driving for a day, what do you want to eat? Just ask, the shop has everything you need!"

The girl stopped slightly, raised her head, and finally revealed her thin chin.

"Meat," she said.

The proprietress hesitated and asked: "Meat is fine?"

She thought that such a young lady would probably order some pearl, emerald, white jade soup, etc., but she didn't expect her request to be so simple, which made her unable to do so.

The girl said: "Meat is fine."

The proprietress still didn't believe it: "You don't want anything else?"

The girl thought for a while, then said softly, "Have more rice."

This is really surprisingly good service.

The proprietress was overjoyed, and respectfully sent the girl to the wing room on the second floor.

After a while, her maid came downstairs and said to the old man: "Uncle Xu, Miss said that there is no need to clean up the venue. It is not easy to live in the suburbs, so we should live in our own places."

The old man thought for a while and said, "Yes."

The guests breathed a sigh of relief, unable to hold back their curiosity:
With such style and tone, what kind of noble lady must be from that family?

How come all the way to the outside world?

The guests were already very idle, and the clever ones sneaked out of the inn before everyone could react.

They went outside to touch the bottom, and when they came back, their faces were all ashen.

"What's the matter? What do you see, this face?" The person in the seat asked in a low voice.

"The one on the carriage is... the flag of Yanhou Mansion."

"Which Yanhou?"

"Which Yanhou could it be?"

As soon as the words came out, all the guests in the hall were stunned.

There is only one Marquis surnamed Yan in the ruling and opposition parties, and that is Yan Zhou, Marquis of Dingbei.

In his early years, Yan Zhou was a mighty general under the late emperor. He once slaughtered three cities in one day and bloodbathed the border gates for several years.This living hell king holds the soldiers and horses in the court, and has been dominating the northern border since he was granted the title of marquis.

I have long heard that there is a daughter in the family of this god of killing who is recuperating outside the customs...

They all looked towards the upstairs guest room at the same time, their backs already wet with cold sweat.

……

In the wing room on the second floor, Yan Yuan just took off her heavy fur coat.

Before she had time to catch her breath, she heard a distraught voice behind her:

"Can't take it off, can't take it off! It's not hot in the room yet!"

The maid Chen Yu closed all the doors and windows with her front foot, then picked up the cloak that was taken off with her back foot, and wrapped Yan Yuan layer by layer skillfully.After wrapping it, she even touched Yan Yuan's hand, and she nodded in satisfaction after making sure it was warm.

Yan Yuan said silently, "I'm a little hot."

Chen Yu stared: "You have to cover it no matter how hot it is! Otherwise, what should I do if it freezes?"

Yan Yuan stretched out a hand from under the cloak, handed it to Chen Yu, and whispered: "Look, I'm sweating."

Chen Yu said coldly: "It's not okay to sweat."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan, who failed in her resistance, was wrapped into a rice dumpling again, and she sat on the head of the bed aggrieved.

Fortunately, the food came quickly.

The dishes on the table today tasted surprisingly good. Yan Yuan whetted her appetite and ate three bowls of rice in one go.

Chen Yu was still thinking about it: "Really, if it wasn't for the inn's poor preparation and no charcoal fire, we wouldn't have to drive half a day longer and suffer half a day of hunger... I don't know if the charcoal fire in this broken inn is good or not, it has been burning for a long time Will there be a smell..."

Ever since she went out, Chen Yu has become more and more like an old hen in her nest.

Yan Yuan comforted her with a smile: "It's only September, so it's normal not to think about the charcoal fire."

Originally, according to the plan, their chariots and horses should have settled in the post station opened by the government, but they did not expect that it rained for several days, the carbon chamber of the post station was flooded, and all the charcoal was damp.And she couldn't do without the stove, so she had to travel all night to find an inn for lodging.

Chen Yu gritted her teeth: "Miss, you are afraid of the cold, didn't they ask in advance?"

Yan Yuan smiled and said: "Traveling far away from home is meant to get by, and it will be fine when I get home tomorrow."

She was originally a person who went with the flow, and now she was content with drinking the warm mutton soup, and squinted her eyes comfortably.

Chen Yu looked at Yan Yuan's satisfied expression, and suddenly felt sad:
Even if she could get home tomorrow, she might not be able to stay for a few days before being sent to the palace.The current Holy Majesty's reputation is not very good, and she is afraid that her trip will be like a tiger's mouth.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu secretly wiped the wet corners of his eyes, and hastily turned around.

"The dew is heavy at night, and the servants are going to prepare water for the young lady's bath."

Chen Yu hurriedly left the room.

As soon as she left, Yan Yuan took off her heavy fur jacket on her back, and stretched herself on the spot.

Suddenly, a cool wind brushed her eyelashes.

Yan Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and looked back, only to find that there was a narrow gap in the window of the inn at some point.

The gap was not big, and the evening breeze slowly leaked out from the gap, bringing an imperceptible coolness, followed by an indescribable fragrance.

The scent mixed with the smell of charcoal wafted around the room.

Yan Yuan was silent for a moment, then put the fur jacket in her back on her body, tied the lace of the coat and hat carefully, then walked slowly to the bed, and lay down on it with the clothes on.

It's a pity that the meat is not finished yet.

Yan Yuan rubbed her eyes, sighed reluctantly, and closed her eyes in a comfortable position.

……

It was already half an hour later when Chen Yu returned to the room.

At that time, the windows of the guest room were wide open, the candles and the stove had already been extinguished by the cold rain, and the whole room was empty and pitch black, except for Yan Yuan, who was nowhere to be seen.

The guards sent by Uncle Xu turned the inn upside down, but only found a cave covered with straw behind the bushes in the backyard of the inn.The traces in the cave leading to the stable a hundred steps away had already been washed away by the rain.

"Surround the inn and don't allow anyone to leave until you find Miss."

"Sent a letter to Beijing, saying that the young lady caught a cold outside the pass and needs to recuperate for a few days before entering the palace."

Uncle Xu took a deep breath and said slowly:

"This matter... must not be rumored."

(End of this chapter)