This queen is not too curly

Chapter 106

Candles were burning like beans in the study.

Not even the sound of breathing was heard around.

The situation was unclear at the moment, and Yan Yuan didn't dare to speak rashly, so she had to stand obediently where she was.

Chen Lingshen was quietly and slowly flipping through the "Ten Tortures", the lights outlined a dim light and shadow near his chin.There was no emotion on his face, but there was an unspeakable gloom and dampness, slowly infiltrating Yan Yuan's surroundings.

This queen is probably coming to an end.

Unlucky, daddy's Dingbeihou is about the same.

Yan Yuan sighed in her heart.

She was desperate, and her shoulders drooped even more.

When Chen Ling raised his head, he saw the dejected Yan Yuan, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.

She may be a person who is good at sophistry, but she is not a person who is good at hiding her emotions. At this moment, she is lifeless and depressed, and she looks more like a mushroom that is not very smart.

Chen Ling stared at her for a while, and then slowly said: "The water drop punishment does not match the geography of the northwest, so it can be changed to firefly beetle."

His eyes fell on Yan Yuan, and his voice was cold: "Why?"

Yan Yuan's mind was still playing mourning and music, and it took her a while to realize that Chen Lingchen was reading her annotations in "Ten Tortures".

He was actually reading a book?

Yan Yuan's shocked gaze met him.

Chen Ling lowered his eyelashes, and his voice became more indifferent: "Why, the queen is unwilling to answer?"

Yan Yuan blinked, her face still a little dull.

Of course she is not unwilling.

She thought that the first sentence Chen Lingchen said would be "Kneel down to Gu", but she just asked for some comments... That was naturally the best thing, and it was better than him asking "What did you say last night?" What to do in the lonely study" is much better.

Since he asked, she answered honestly:
"Water drop torture is to torture people's mind with water drops. The torture method is to cover the eyes of the person being interrogated with a black cloth so that he cannot see, and then tie a pot of water on top of him, with small holes in the bottom of the pot. Then put the person in a quiet room, and the water falls on the person, and after three to five days, the person will collapse."

"However, the Northwest is covered with snow all the year round, and there are too few times in a year when the water does not freeze. When the water is boiled, it will be too hot to put in the pot, and it will freeze soon after it cools down. Moreover, water droplets of different temperatures fall on the On humans, the effect should not be as good as ordinary water drops."

As she answered, she raised her eyes to secretly look at Chen Ling's face.

At that time, Chen Ling was tilting his head slightly, lowering his eyelashes, and he was really listening to the lecture quietly.

"Firefly spider is a kind of beetle in the snowy forest. It is shaped like a tortoise, and its legs are over an inch long. It is very timid and afraid of heat."

"Tie it to its red armor with a silk thread, and hang it above the prisoner's head. It will stretch its legs after a while, and retract when it touches the skin. This cycle goes on and on, and it should have an effect similar to that of water droplets..."

After Yan Yuan finished answering, she looked at Chen Lingchen anxiously.

Chen Ling was silent for a while, and then said disdainfully, "You little bug, why are you afraid?"

He didn't look angry, but seemed to be really discussing it.

Maybe he really became interested in "Ten Tortures"?
That's all?

Yan Yuan relaxed a little bit.

"Your Majesty does not know something. After being covered with a black cloth, the tortured person will be as blind. Once a person cannot see, what he feels is different from usual. When the perception is amplified, no matter how small the superposition of fear will defeat the will. "

Just a drop of water, a small bug, of course there is nothing to be afraid of, what is scary is darkness and unknown, repetition and monotony.

The human heart is both the strongest thing in the world and the weakest thing.

This is why Yan Yuan is very interested in "Ten Tortures", the most severe punishment is often the most bloodless method.

"Really?" Chen Ling said calmly, "But if you know it's the water drop punishment, even blindfolding won't help."

That's another area of ​​discussion.

Yan Yuan gradually forgot about the situation in front of her.

She unconsciously took a few steps closer: "The people who use this punishment are mostly high-level spies from the enemy country. Does Your Majesty know what characteristics a high-level spy has?"

Chen Ling looked at her quietly, staring at the brilliance in her eyes thoughtfully.

After a long silence, he responded softly: "Huh?"

Yan Yuan received a satisfactory response, and immediately showed a satisfied expression.

"Most of them were of noble birth."

"These nobles may have been tempered by torture, or they may have a belief that wealth and honor cannot be moved, but this group of people has a fatal flaw."

"They haven't seen many snakes, insects, rats and ants since they were young."

A clean-bred son, even if he is trained to be a spy, he will change into clean dirty clothes to rest after finishing his mission. This kind of person doesn’t have many chances to come into contact with flies, let alone snakes, insects, rats and ants. .

That's why when she was flipping through the pages, she had a whim, and replaced it with a small six-clawed beetle from the border. The effect would definitely be better than water droplets.

"Young master, you are blindfolded again."

"Don't say it's snakes, insects, rats and ants, even a rabbit will be scared to death."

Out of interest, Yan Yuan spoke a little carried away, not even noticing that the monarch in front of her had a gloomy expression.

After she cooled down from the heat, she realized that the air in the study had already stagnated.

Yan Yuan: ...

If time could be reversed, Yan Yuan wished she could travel back to the hour before half a cup of tea, and cover her mouth when she was about to talk.

It's a pity that time cannot be turned back, Yan Yuan can only hang her head, waiting for Chen Lingshen's trial.

But Chen Lingchen didn't speak for a long time.

Time flows.

Silence is like a long thread.

Little by little, the heartbeat in the chest is entwined.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Ling's deep voice finally sounded: "Come here."

His voice was flat, without any emotion.

Yan Yuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward, facing him across a desk.

Chen Lingshen only looked at her from the corner of his eye, and said slowly, "Come closer."

How close can it be?
Do you want me to come to the table? ? ?
Yan Yuan didn't know why, but she didn't dare to resist the order, so she bent down on the desk tentatively.

Yan Yuan: "?"

It happened that Chen Ling looked up.

So the tip of the nose almost meets the tip of the nose.

Chen Lingchen's eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly took a quick breath.

So Yan Yuan saw the embarrassment visible to the naked eye on his face, and then sullenness covered up the embarrassment.

Chen Ling Shen: "Yan Yuan."

Yan Yuan: "???"

Chen Ling said coldly, "Gu asked you to take a detour."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan: Oh.

That's what it meant.

……

Probably Chen Niang's medicine really affected the brain.

While thinking in despair, Yan Yuan walked obediently to Chen Lingchen's side and stood still.

At this time, she was condescending, and she had a clear view of the contents of the documents on the table in front of Chen Lingchen. Her eyes could easily catch Chen Lingchen's side face, thick eyelashes, and that fair side neck.

This was the first time she walked to Chen Lingchen's side, and this angle seemed a bit novel.

In the past, Chen Lingchen also stayed in her study for a while, but the distance between her and him was never this close.

Sometimes, like just now, Chen Ling sat on the seat, and she was tortured and dealt with by him through the desk; sometimes she sat at the desk, and Chen Ling sat on the pear blossom wooden chair opposite and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

But the distance now is strange and dangerous.

Yan Yuan stared at Chen Ling's pale back and thought.

If she had evil intentions, she only needed a small piece of porcelain to kill him, and if it was Ning Bai in the past, she didn't even need a piece of porcelain, she only needed an elbow to break his neck.

During the stalemate, Chen Lingchen raised his head: "Yan Yuan."

Yan Yuan came back to her senses: "Huh?"

Chen Ling's expression was a little stiff: "Look where you should look."

Yan Yuan: "...Oh."

She withdrew her messy thoughts, and focused her attention back on the desk, and finally realized that there was not only "Ten Tortures" on the desk, but also a stack of memorials and a few plain white papers.

The opening line of each memorial is "The minister so-and-so presents the memorial, and I report to the Holy One".

Chen Lingchen unfolded those memorials one after another, revealing the contents of the first page inside, then folded them into a small pile and placed them in front of him.

What is this doing?

Yan Yuan was puzzled and didn't dare to ask.

Chen Ling lowered his head without raising his head, and said slowly, "Look, I only do it once."

In front of Yan Yuan, he picked up the first memorial: "Yichi Jiangtao, Shang Shuling, the idiot in Qingliu, blunt blade."

He put the memorial belonging to Shangshu Yuchi on the upper left corner of the book case, took the second copy, and put it in the middle of the book case: "Qi Yan, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, a student of the late Taifu, although attached to the party, but still upright .”

He took the third copy, glanced at it, and said indifferently: "Song Zheng, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, brother of Song Wan'er, is a money-grubbing waste."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Chen Ling's voice was unhurried. While introducing the officials, he placed their memorials in different places on the desk.

Yan Yuan was confused at first, but her thoughts became clearer as she got to the end.

She knew that Chen Lingshen's move was to introduce her to the party structure of the previous dynasty.

Chen Lingshen's division of ministers was very different from what she imagined, but she soon realized that those civil servants and military officials, families and families, all the relationships are intertwined, but everyone is an independent individual. New and old relatives, can Qingliu's military and political affairs cover them?
If party struggles focus on how to stand in line, how to get promoted and get rich, and how to eliminate opponents, then Chen Lingchen's classification is obviously based on how these people make the best use of their resources.

Good and evil are right and wrong, and party affiliation is not that important.

Is this the art of kings?

This is much more interesting than what kind of hairpin to wear with what kind of fragrance, and how to arrange the colors of the blue sparrow feathers into a magnificent phoenix.

Yan Yuan watched intently, and the doubts in her heart grew bigger and bigger.

Isn't the purpose of Chen Lingshen's trip to ask for help?

But why did he say this to her?

How dangerous are these things...

Chen Ling raised his head and looked into Yan Yuan's eyes: "Do you remember?"

Yan Yuan: "...[-]%."

She has always had a good memory, but he has too many categories, and these hundreds of names are also attached to the ranks of official positions. It is not easy to remember all of them?

Chen Ling said calmly: "So, the messengers from Dingbeihou's Mansion are staying in the imperial capital. If you want to win people's hearts, you should calm down the aftermath of the blue city as soon as possible..."

He put the classified memorials back into a pile, pulling his slender fingers among them, completely messing up the original order.

Then he raised his head and looked at Yan Yuan: "Who should we win over? Who should we avoid? Whether it's coercion or bribery, how do we find their authority?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Chen Lingchen said slowly, "I only give you three days to come up with a countermeasure."

His voice was not heavy, it was more like a long-dormant hunter throwing a teasing hunting signal than a strict teacher asking students a test question.

A thick stack of memorials was placed heavily in front of Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan had so many thoughts in her heart that she didn't dare to reach out rashly.

Although she was a little confused now, she also understood that what Chen Lingchen gave her was not a simple pile of memorials, but something more crucial and unspeakable.

But what is his purpose?
It's impossible to really plan to bring an apprentice, right?
The corners of Chen Ling's mouth curled into a small arc: "Why, can't you figure it out, or dare not take it?"

Yan Yuan shook her head resolutely: "The concubine's mother's messenger stopped in the imperial capital, not for these things."

She is just a small pawn.

But today's things are not what the pawns deserve.

This dog emperor suddenly became a living Bodhisattva, if she really answered too well, she might die without a whole body.

The word "do not believe" was written on Yan Yuan's face.

She bowed and saluted, and seized every opportunity to express her attitude: "Besides, the ministers and concubines follow the law of the head of the public, and do not make such over-the-top assumptions."

Chen Ling sneered deeply: "The queen probably forgot which boat she was on."

Yan Yuan raised her head with piercing eyes: "Your Majesty is the ruler, and the concubines are the ministers. Your Majesty wants the concubines to carry the boat on their backs, and the concubines are willing to do so."

Chen Lingshen: "..."

She was all but taped an "I will not rebel" note to her forehead.

However, Chen Ling didn't seem to be very satisfied after listening to it.

He stared at Yan Yuan, and there was a slight annoyance in the depths of his pupils. He saw that the storm was about to fall, but he didn't know why it didn't happen.

He just closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, the anger in his eyes dissipated like this.

Yan Yuan was already ready for the game, but he lifted it up high and lowered it gently, which made her unable to.

Has the dog emperor changed his temper?
Or did he dig a bigger hole?
While Yan Yuan was hesitating, Chen Lingchen rubbed his eyebrows and stood up.

He said: "Lonely and tired."

Yan Yuan's heart brightened: "The concubine will send..."

Chen Lingchen ignored her, he just walked around the desk, walked to the other side of the study, found a couch, and lay down.

"...?"

No, where is the sleeping couch in this study?

Where is her pear wood chair? ? ?
Yan Yuan was dumbfounded.

It was still a huge sleeping couch, much larger than the one in Chen Lingshen's room, and there were pillows for two thoughtfully placed on the sleeping couch.

Chen Lingchen had already closed his eyes on it, and it seemed that he didn't intend to leave for a while.

Yan Yuan dawdled in place, just about to ask for resignation.

A sleepy and indifferent voice sounded: "Don't leave."

Yan Yuan: "..."

(End of this chapter)