This queen is not too curly

Chapter 107 How much does he remember?
You are asleep, then where do I sleep?
Of course Yan Yuan didn't dare to ask this question.

The couch in the study room was a double couch, and the pillows on the couch were double, but even if Yan Yuan was lent ten courage, she would not dare to lie down next to Chen Lingchen.

Not entirely because of shyness.

It's just that she clearly remembered that when Chen Lingchen was still awake last night, she also pressed him to untie his belt. , it seems that the three chaste and nine strong are not good.

She wasn't stupid, of course it could be seen that Chen Lingchen didn't mean that, and was very resistant.

There's no point in forcing it.

Little life is more important.

It's not as good as before, he makes up for his sleep, and she does her homework.

Yan Yuan dawdled, and went back to the desk, and arranged the pile of memorials on the table one by one, and memorized them while arranging them.

This was originally an extremely simple matter, but for some reason, she was restless and restless tonight. She arranged it back and forth countless times, but she still couldn't restore the order of Chen Lingshen.

Chen Niang's medicine, shouldn't it really hurt the brain?
Yan Yuan thought anxiously.

It was really hard to calm down, so she simply stopped trying to force memory, and lay down on the table to watch Chen Lingchen.

It was dark now.

Chen Ling lay there motionless.

The dim yellow candlelight dyed his face a faint warm color, and there was a cloud of gray under the corners of his eyes, and three thousand black hairs fell softly on his own wrist, outlining his bony wrist bones.

Yan Yuan watched, chaotic memories reappeared in her mind.

That night, a cool breeze came in through the gaps in the window sill, and the candles on the window sill flickered.

In the darkness, she was bound under Chen Ling's body, and her clothes were rubbed together into silent torture. In the whole world, only the sound of the rain from the sky and the snorting close at hand were left...

Yan Yuan felt that her face was inexplicably hot, so she stretched out her hands to cup her cheeks.

Fortunately, the hands are ice.

She let out a sigh of relief.

When she looked at Chen Ling's face again, Yan Yuan couldn't help but feel confused:
Such a thin person, where did he get the strength to restrain her last night?
Could it be that Chenniang's medicine can not only mess up people's minds, but also make people infinitely stronger?

What happened last night... how much does he remember?

……

As time goes by, the moonlit night gets darker.

Yan Yuan fell asleep on the desk, and had a nightmare in her groggy state.

She dreamed that she had turned into an egg.

Chen Lingchen buried the egg in the imperial garden, and erected a tomb for the egg. Every full moon night, he would go to the grave to cry, and after crying, he would sneer and ridicule for several hours.

She was really tired of hearing it, so she tapped inside the egg to signal him to stop arguing.

Chen Ling was overjoyed when he heard this, and specially invited a celestial master to open the altar for the egg. As a result, after July 49, the eggshell cracked, and what came out was a soft butterfly.

"It's not him, burn it."

In the dream, Chen Ling said with a deadpan expression.

"...!!!"

Yan Yuan suddenly woke up from the nightmare, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Panting hard, she raised her head in a daze, and saw a towering black figure on the opposite side of the desk at some point.

The shadowy mountain blocked all the light in front of her, looking at her majestically, with a face full of sarcasm.

"..."

Yan Yuan raised her head in a daze.

She didn't know how long he stood there, but she finally knew why she had the dream of being bound by eggshells and being crushed by the grave.

Because when she raised her head, a thin piece of paper fell on her head.

She moved, and the second one floated down.

Apparently the brute did something silly while she was asleep.

Yan Yuan: ...

At this moment, Chen Ling was condescending, with ridicule in his eyes, and his expression was exactly the same as when he said "burn it" in the nightmare.

He and Yan Yuan met eyes, were silent for a moment, and said calmly: "It's late at night, send Gu back to the palace."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan: That's it? ? ?
After Chen Ling finished speaking, he walked out of the study on his own.

Yan Yuan could only follow him in a daze.

She had just woken up from a nightmare, and she felt that there were clouds under her feet, so she followed him through the long corridor all the way in a daze.

It was already midnight, and the palace lantern outlined Chen Lingchen's figure.

He walked ahead without looking back, only the voice came to Yan Yuan's ears: "Have you memorized those lists?"

Yan Yuan replied in a daze: "...No."

Chen Ling said calmly, "Sleepy?"

Yan Yuan rubbed her eyes and hummed lightly.

Chen Ling said softly, "After three days, I'll come and do random checks."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Chen Ling said in a deep voice, "Write silently."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan's doze off completely woke up, she only wanted to greet her full of complaints.

Is this dog emperor really lost his mind?
Did Chenniang's medicine make him think that he was the upper body of Confucius?

Yan Yuan took a deep breath, laughed dryly, and said, "The concubine will be very busy in the near future, and I really feel powerless."

Chen Lingshen: "What are you busy with?"

Yan Yuan counted for Chen Ling one by one: "Pleasing fragrance and fitting clothes, singing and dancing at palace banquets... There are many, many things about the Queen Mother..."

There are many matters for the queen mother's birthday banquet, and she doesn't like these things very much, but this task itself is the best feather and arrow, which can give her a good reason to walk in the harem, to touch many things that usually require a reason to touch place.

What's more, the Empress Dowager's errands are just a waste of mind, but they are much easier than Chen Lingchen's work.

He's got a hell of a job here.

Chen Ling stopped, turned around and said, "Yan Yuan."

Yan Yuan couldn't react in time, and almost bumped into Chen Ling's back in a daze.

"If you don't distinguish between the serious and the serious, you don't know what is good or bad..."

Chen Ling's deep voice sounded from above her head: "Just die stupid."

"..."

……

Yan Yuan didn't think she was stupid, but she really couldn't figure out what Chen Lingchen's purpose was.

Doubts are like silk threads, coiled into a ball in her heart.

She really couldn't guess how much Chen Lingchen remembered what happened that night.

If he still remembers, why doesn't he care about her responsibility for breaking into the imperial study at night?

With his sensitive and suspicious temperament, he would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let anyone with evil intentions go.

But if he doesn't remember, then who brought her back to the Qianzheng Palace?
Where was Chen Lingchen at that time?
The unreasonable questions gradually formed in her heart into fear, as if a knife was hanging above her head.She couldn't stop looking at it, so she could only replay all the details of that night in her chest, trying to find out the hidden plot hole.

So that night, she had a rare insomnia.

So when Chen Niang came to the dorm the next day, what she saw was Yan Yuan with gray eyes and lifeless eyes.

Chen Niang suddenly became nervous: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with your body?"

I was fine when I visited the Imperial Garden yesterday, why did I become so haggard after not seeing him overnight?
As she spoke, she laid out a wrist pillow and wanted to give Yan Yuan a pulse.

Yan Yuan stretched out her hand numbly, and looked at Chen Niang drowsily: "Chen Niang, will the medicine you gave me the day before yesterday make people lose their mind or drastically change their temperament?"

Chen Niang raised her head in doubt: "What kind of dementia?"

Yan Yuan weighed her words in her mind: "For example, after smelling it, you lose your sanity, do...strange behaviors, and you don't fully recover after waking up. Are your behaviors and behaviors different from the past?"

Chen Niang was stunned after listening: "What Niang Niang said sounds like the witchcraft from the west."

Yan Yuan stared: "There really is such a thing?!"

Chen Niang laughed: "Naturally, there is no such thing as human nature."

She closed her eyes, listened carefully to her pulse for a while, took out a silver needle and pierced Yan Yuan's wrist, and then raised her head to explain to Yan Yuan.

Chen Niang: "The servant's medicine is just something disturbing, it just makes people have some nightmares."

Yan Yuan was startled: "It's just a nightmare?"

Chen Niang said: "If you sleep really deeply, you may not even have nightmares."

Yan Yuan asked: "Then what if it's an overdose?"

Chen Niang's face became more and more puzzled: "If it's too much, it's probably just more nightmares, right?"

Yan Yuan asked: "Will the dreamer remember what he saw in the dream when he wakes up?"

Chen Niang said: "That should be what the heart wants, it varies from person to person."

Asking is tantamount to asking for nothing.

Yan Yuan rubbed her temples, feeling more and more confused.

Chen Niang looked at Yan Yuan and sighed.

She didn't want to get too involved in Yan Yuan's private affairs, but Yan Yuan's pulse condition was vain and her heart was restless, which was obviously caused by excessive worry.

As a doctor, she naturally couldn't ignore it.

She thought for a while, and then pricked another needle into Yan Yuan's wrist: "Is your empress still guessing what His Majesty is thinking?"

Yan Yuan nodded without denying it.

Chen Niang said: "I don't know what your majesty is planning, but your Majesty should not have any malice towards your mother, on the contrary... he is more concerned than before."

Yan Yuan was still a little confused.

Chen Niang said lightly: "Your Majesty, the servant is a medical girl who doesn't understand the people's heart in this palace, but the servant thinks that although the king's heart is unpredictable, it is also the heart after all."

All true hearts in this world are actually similar in shape.

It's just obvious that Yan Yuan still has a secret in her heart.She originally had an unusual mind, and her mind was too delicate, but she couldn't see through many obvious things.

Chen Niang could only smile, and changed the subject: "Your Majesty sent another batch of medicinal materials from the imperial pharmacy this morning, and there are quite a few weeds in it."

Yan Yuan was stunned: "This morning?"

Chen Niang said: "Yes, a stalk of Tian Leu Grass is invaluable, the empress's small pharmacy can now buy a small country."

Chen Niang laughed: "From this point of view, the mind of the Holy One may not be pure and kind, but it must be pure and noble."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan sat in a daze.

Really, unexpected riches.

……

Yan Yuan, who was suddenly so wealthy, got up early and inspected her small pharmacy, still feeling a little unreal.

Just a few months ago, she was still worrying about Tianloucao in the medicine furnace, but now her reserves of Tianloucao are about two years old.

Chen Lingchen copied Luo Ziqiu's hometown, right?
……

However, this single gift did not come with any accompanying prescriptions, which just gave Yan Yuan a reason.

In the afternoon, Yan Yuan took Chen Niang, carrying two food boxes, and went to the Royal Hospital in a legitimate way.

There are some snacks in the food box, one box is for Qiu Yu, thanking him for the pain of trying the medicine, and the other box is nominally for Luo Ziqiu, please ask him to choose some beauty-beautifying ingredients from the medicinal materials, and present them at the Queen Mother’s birthday banquet. On top of that, it was a return gift to Gongqing's family in the name of her queen.

The bigger the name, the more it can bluff people.

Therefore, in the other courtyard of the Royal Hospital, the apprentice doctor's face was full of embarrassment: "But my lord, at this moment, Master Luo... is not here..."

Yan Yuan smiled pleasantly: "So Ben Gong goes in and waits."

The apprentice doctor's face has turned green: "But..."

Yan Yuan said: "You can also accompany me."

The apprentice doctor opened his mouth, but after all he didn't have the guts to refuse, and led Yan Yuan into the small building.

Yan Yuan sat downstairs in a regular manner, only looking at the attic from the corner of her eye, and consulted some medical students for some common knowledge of pharmacology.

The apprentice doctor also relaxed, and his expression gradually calmed down.

Yan Yuan casually asked, "Where did Doctor Luo go?"

The doctor saluted and said, "Director Luo went to the Qianzheng Hall to lead the secretary who was in charge."

Yan Yuan was taken aback: "Promoted? Isn't he fined half a year's salary?"

The apprentice doctor laughed: "Your Majesty was just trying to scare me out of anger at that time. Your Majesty's friendship with Mr. Luo is incomparable to ordinary people, so naturally he won't take it seriously."

Yan Yuan blinked: "Oh? Why is it so unusual?"

(End of this chapter)