This queen is not too curly

Chapter 104 Don't Abandon Me

Just touch softly.

Warmth spread between the lips and teeth.

Yan Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, and her mind was in chaos.

Chen Lingchen...

Is he sober?

Still in a nightmare?

Yan Yuan's mind was buzzing, her stiff fingers instinctively tightened her skirt.

The next moment, a cool hand slid down her arm to her fingertips, opened her fingers one by one, pulled and pushed her wrist firmly behind her.

So unspeakable emotions began to counteract and spread.

Yan Yuan gasped in panic, trying to sort out some thoughts so that she could choose the best way to deal with it.

But she soon discovered that she simply couldn't do it.

Because Chen Lingshen started to move.

At first he just touched her lips tentatively.

He seemed to be stunned, silent for a moment, and finally he repeated as if discouraged.

The breath brushed against Yan Yuan's eyelashes, Yan Yuan was so excited that she blinked her eyes, her mind went blank: "Uh...Chu..."

She struggled wildly, and there was a tearing pain from the old injury on her shoulder.

Fortunately, she finally managed to pull her hands out. She pressed against Chen Lingchen's chest, and asked him in a low voice, "Chu, Chen Lingchen, are you... are you awake?"

Chen Lingshen was forced to back away some distance.

But no answer.

The deep eyes stared at Yan Yuan fixedly, like a snake staring at its prey.

Yan Yuan opened her mouth, unable to speak.

She didn't know what the question meant.

So what if you are awake, so what if you are not awake.

There doesn't seem to be much of a difference.

but……

If she didn't say anything else, she might be suffocating.

She had never had such contact with a human being, heartbeats intertwined, strange and unsettling.

say something……

whatever.

At least don't look so... strange and strange.

Yan Yuan said with difficulty: "Chu Lingchen, I..."

Just as she opened her mouth, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up outside the window, followed by the sound of thunder overwhelming the sky, and the strong wind and heavy rain swept across the dark world.

Yan Yuan was taken aback and looked out the window blankly.

The rain seems to be getting bigger.

Almost at the same time, Chen Ling's breathing suddenly became rapid.

A frightened light flashed in his eyes, his fingertips firmly clasped Yan Yuan's shoulders, and he bent down in confusion.

Yan Yuan finally found out that she was able to escape just now because he was just probing.

Right now she's really going with the flow.

Chen Lingchen had already closed his eyes.

In the mist, his voice swallowed word by word into her mouth:

"It's raining...don't go..."

"I take back all... what I shouldn't have said..."

"Don't go...don't die...don't...turn your back on me..."

Intermittent speech.

It seemed to be suppressing the great pain and fear, tearing apart the soul, and biting instead of crying.

"I regret it... I regret Ning Bai..."

"Don't go, Ning Bai..."

Yan Yuan finally heard those ambiguous words clearly.

That nightmare about the rainstorm, even in the nightmare, still tosses and turns and calls.

It's Ning Bai.

It was Ning Bai who died shortly after the rainy night separation.

But why is it Ning Bai?

Ning Bai has already...

It's been a long time since I died.

Chen Lingchen hugged her tightly. He groped with his fingertips on her body, but failed to find a button in an ordinary corner. He found the only thin belt on her chest in a chaotic manner. He pulled it but did not move it. .

Then he lowered his head again, buried it on her shoulder and took a deep breath.

The fresh pine fragrance, with the breath of the snowy wilderness, soothed his restlessness.

"...Ning Bai."

He took another bite of Yan Yuan's neck and whispered her name.

"Ning Bai."

For some people, even the name is a good medicine.

Chen Lingchen seemed to be sighing, and gradually relaxed his body, leaning on Yan Yuan's shoulder and falling asleep.

Yan Yuan lay stiffly on the couch.

A turbulent wave was brewing in her chest, and her blank eyes passed through the study and landed on the wooden cabinet in the distance.

She knew that Ning Bai was lying in that wooden cabinet. The ebony spiritual tablet and the gold-painted handwriting were carefully hidden in the cabinet and buried in her heart by the only person in the world who remembered her besides her.

This is what Ning Bai deserved.

It was he who owed Ning Bai.

For a moment, there was a voice mocking Yan Yuan's heart.

Not moved, but resentful.

Those things that were calm and numb turned into grievances because someone remembered them.

I feel wronged for the high spirits I had when I was a teenager, I feel wronged for being unable to die when I was suffering from illness, I feel wronged for those who can never come back, I feel wronged for the life that I can never go back.

In fact, she is not so generous, not so loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and she is not so self-sacrificing.

No one remembered it before, so neither did she.

Now knowing that someone remembers, she wants to cry.

……

Outside the study, the rain hit the window sill, sounding hypnotizing.

Yan Yuan didn't remember when she fell asleep, but she only remembered that her arms were sore and painful during the drowsy period, as if her bones were crushed and put back together, or she was dragging on the snow field That small raft was dragged until the whole person was desperate, only the strength left to collapse on the ground and sulking.

She tossed and turned in her dream, and when she turned around, she stretched her neck again, and there was a tingling pain on her neck for some unknown reason.

The place where you can move is still very narrow.

Yan Yuan was even angrier.

I don't know how long it took, but she seemed to be able to stretch her arms and legs suddenly.

Yan Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched her arms and legs, and occupied the hard-won space with all her strength, refusing to give up even an inch.

"..."

The air stagnates briefly.

Then the tranquility returned.

In the mist, there seemed to be a warm and cool touch on her neck.

The tactile sensation was just brushing gently, and after a pause, she gently rubbed and wiped it. The movement was not heavy, but it gave Yan Yuan an unspeakable shudder. She turned around viciously in anger, and the whole world finally became quiet.

……

When Yan Yuan woke up, the heavy rain had stopped.

Chen Lingchen had long since disappeared.

Lying on the empty bed, she was in a daze for a while, and the fragmented memories instantly revived in her mind:
Ning Bai's transfer document in the dark night, the spiritual seat in the ebony cabinet, the sound of silk rubbing against each other, and the whispering of words...

In an instant, blood rushed to the top of his head.

Yan Yuan sat up suddenly, but suddenly found that she was on the dragon bed of the emperor's bedroom.

But she obviously slept on the couch in the study last night, how could she wake up from Chen Lingshen's dragon bed?

Yan Yuan's head was still aching, she rubbed her temples, raised her eyes to look in the direction of the red candles last night, and then found that the pair of red candles that she drugged were gone.

There is no trace of everything in the memory, Yan Yuan even has some doubts about which ones were dreams and which ones were reality last night.

Apart from……

Yan Yuan lowered her head and looked at the hem of her skirt.

There was indeed a symmetrical part full of folds under the skirt, silently reminding her that she had indeed pulled the skirt for some... reasons last night.

"..."

Yan Yuan lowered her head, stretched out her fingertips and slowly smoothed the hem of the skirt.

She is not an ignorant boudoir daughter. She has learned a lot about what happened last night.

Although……

It was a little different from what she had imagined, more... strange, and messier.

She was still a little confused now, she lowered her hair for a while, and then heard a small sound from outside the bedroom, and then a small head poked out from behind the curtain separating the inside and outside.

Xiaoyu opened his round eyes and lowered his voice to ask: "Mother, are you awake?"

Yan Yuan: "?"

Xiaoyu's eyes met Yan Yuan's, and he immediately swam into the emperor's bedroom like a fish: "Your Majesty, the father-in-law of the Qianzheng Palace sent someone to visit Shu Palace and told the servants to come and pick you up. The heavy rain, the maidservant thought it was the empress who was sick again, but she was frightened to death..."

Xiaoyu spoke extremely fast, crackling like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

"They were still waiting outside, and the servants couldn't wait, so they slipped in first."

"Ruan Zhu still insists on stopping me, saying that I'm in the way of being stupid..."

"Let me say that they are timid, afraid of being punished by His Majesty, so they dare not come in."

Yan Yuan's thinking was a little sluggish, and before she had time to react, Xiaoyu touched her forehead, and then checked her whole body along her forehead.

"Your Majesty, in fact, slaves are not stupid."

"The servant girl has a matter, and I haven't found a chance to be alone to tell the empress these days."

Xiaoyu looked around to make sure there was no one there, then lowered his voice and said: "This time the people from the Hou's mansion entered the imperial capital, and there was a servant and a fellow villager inside. Bring Feng Xi."

Now Yan Yuan was really stunned: "Why did you bring Feng Xi to the imperial capital?"

Feng Xi is the wolf cub that she picked up when she returned to the snowy field, and has been kept with her in the medicine furnace of the genius doctor for several years. She parted with it this time when she returned to the imperial capital, and she hadn't seen it for several months.

Xiaoyu said: "I heard that he was ill. Master Hou said that he knew a famous doctor from a veterinary clinic in the imperial capital who might be able to save him, so he asked them to bring it to the imperial capital along with the letter, but he was afraid that if he didn't After being rescued, the empress knows that she is sad, so let them not tell you for the time being."

Is it so sick that the only way left is to go to Beijing?
Isn't that as miserable as her?

Yan Yuan was worried and frowned.

Xiao Yu hurriedly comforted him: "However, my fellow countryman said that Feng Xi has already improved, and he only needs to be recuperated for a while before he is safe and sound."

Yan Yuan reluctantly nodded.

Scared by Xiaoyu's words, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her body, but she regained consciousness.

The Empress Dowager has already ordered her to take charge of the birthday banquet, and it would not be difficult to find a chance to go out of the palace to visit Feng Xi in the future.

Presumably Feng Xi's injury was really not serious, Xiao Yu obviously didn't take it seriously at all, but rather complained about Yan Yuan's clothes.

She tugged on the tie and complained:
"I just said that Ruan Zhu is unreliable, how can such thin clothes work? You will catch a cold!"

"Hey, why is the tie so tight...Which one is wearing clothes that are not up to the mark???"

Xiaoyu couldn't untie his clothes, tried to pull it twice, but his eyes turned red immediately, he just bit his teeth, bit the end of the tie and tore it hard.

Shila-

The thin gauze was torn.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Xiaoyu's expression froze, and he said awkwardly: "I didn't do it on purpose, it's because it's too tight."

Yan Yuan stared blankly at the shattered thin cloth on her chest, recalling a memory of last night in a trance, her breathing was messy and her head hurt even more.

Xiaoyu has already changed her clothes and put on a fur-collared cape.

While tying the lace for Yan Yuan, she stared at Yan Yuan's neck for a while, hesitated and said: "There is some redness on the neck, is it bitten by insects? Why does it look... like a tooth mark?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Xiaoyu naturally leaned forward and blew a breath: "Your Majesty, you didn't bite it yourself, did you?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Xiaoyu blinked: "Ma'am?"

Yan Yuan silently fastened the cloak a little tighter.

……

According to the usual practice, the queen should have breakfast with the emperor in the early morning of the next day before going to court and returning to the palace.

Today's time has already passed the time for breakfast.

Yan Yuan felt guilty, she was afraid to see Chen Lingchen, so she deliberately delayed the time, and slowly finished washing before going outside, but was told that Chen Lingchen had something to go out early in the morning, and Yan Yuan could only enjoy this breakfast alone up.

On the dining table outside, there was still a table full of life and love.

Yan Yuan sat alone, eating tasteless.

"I heard that His Majesty went to the Royal Hospital early in the morning."

Ruan Zhu leaned over and whispered next to Yan Yuan, shook his head and sighed: "...a little empty."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Ruan Zhu said: "It's not bad to be empty. If the dry firewood is burned at the empress's place, there is no time to go to the little fairy's to burn it."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Ruan Zhu eagerly said: "Your Majesty, the study couch that the servant has found from a fellow countryman has already been prepared, and it can be burned every day."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Ruan Zhu: "... Your Majesty?"

Yan Yuan suddenly felt that the clear porridge in the bowl could be swallowed again, as long as she could avoid Ruan Zhu's instructing, she could also chew on the table.

She didn't know if Chen Lingchen was dry wood, and if the situation last night was considered empty.

But a doubt gradually sprouted in her heart:

Chen Ling denounced him last night... Those deranged behaviors should be the result of worrying about Ning Bai, who was with him in the snowy field, and the effect of the medicine.

But does he know whether Ning Bai is a man or a woman?

She actually has no memory of the first half of what she saw in the dream last night, and she can't tell the real from the fake just based on a nightmare.

If it's fake...

That Chen Lingshen to Ning Bai...

It is not a question of falsehood.

……

(End of this chapter)