This queen is not too curly

"Wan Er was only five years old when she discovered this secret."

Song Wan'er lowered her head, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was caught in some memories.

"Ma'am, do you know what Wan'er's first wish was?"

Yan Yuan shook her head.

What a five-year-old girl wants is actually the hardest thing to guess.

Maybe I want my sister's hairpin jewelry, maybe I want to imitate my brother with a simple hairpin to catch fish and shrimp, and I want to catch a colorful fish. There are no rules in the five-year-old world, only whimsy , How could it be easy to guess?
Song Wan'er said softly: "I make a wish to the Bodhisattva, and I can get a steamed bun with stuffing."

Yan Yuan looked at Song Wan'er in surprise.

A bitter smile bloomed on Song Wan'er's lips: "It's unbelievable, isn't it? Before I was five years old, I didn't have enough to eat every day. Even if they remembered to send me something to eat, it was just rough naan bread And steamed buns, I have never eaten stuffing inside."

Yan Yuan didn't know how to respond.

She is really unimaginable.

Although the northwest is barren, Song Wan'er's father is a magistrate at any rate, and there are wives and concubines in his family. Although Song Wan'er is a concubine, he is still called the Fourth Miss. How could he be so hungry?
Yan Yuan's face was full of suspicion.

Song Wan'er had a panoramic view of her expression, and a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes:
"Indeed, in terms of family background, I wouldn't have fallen into such a situation, but my aunt hated my mother for being so beautiful. Even if my mother died early, she didn't want to see my similar face in her courtyard."

"It's not that she can't afford me a decent three meals a day, she just wants me to live like a dog."

"In those years, I don't remember my mother's face, but I do remember one thing."

Song Waner stared at Yan Yuan's eyes and said softly:
"hunger."

Her breathing became a little heavy, and her brows were slightly raised, as if recalling many unbearable memories.

"When I was five years old, I prayed to the Bodhisattva that I could get a steamed bun with fillings. It doesn't matter whether the meat or vegetables are inside, as long as it can make the steamed buns have some taste and cover their original bad smell."

"A few days later, a distant relative from the imperial capital passed by. My father ordered the cook at home to slaughter the lamb and made a lot of steamed buns for him to carry on his journey..."

"That day, the whole house was filled with fragrance, and I was so happy that I dared not go to sleep, for fear that I would miss the chance to eat it."

"It's a pity that no one remembers me."

"Only my sister-in-law told me the next day that that distant relative had gone far away and gave her a gold hairpin before leaving. Everyone in the family and even the servants had already eaten mutton steamed buns, even dogs. After that, she asked me if I had eaten."

Song Wan'er took a deep breath, but the expression on his face calmed down strangely.

"At that time, I wondered if the Bodhisattva had confused the person who prayed, so there were indeed steamed buns, but he didn't know that I wanted them."

"So that night, when I prayed to the Bodhisattva again, I reported my name."

"Empress, guess what happened next?"

Song Wan'er's eyes fell on Yan Yuan, and a gentle look appeared on her face.

Yan Yuan was still immersed in Song Wan'er's story, she finally regained her senses, and she was a little distracted when she saw Song Wan'er's eyes.

At that time, she secretly followed the forest guards. When she first saw Song Wan'er, she was already a beautiful and gentle daughter of the magistrate, but she didn't know that Song Wan'er had such a chance. Suffering seemed to leave no trace on her body.

Song Wan'er still stood there quietly.

Yan Yuan was silent for a moment and said, "And then did you make steamed buns again?"

Song Waner laughed out loud: "No."

She said softly: "Later, that distant relative encountered a landslide on the road and turned back home temporarily. The daughter of the distant relative's family lost a gold hairpin on the way to escape. After being scolded by her father, she cried very sadly. I So... I told her about my sister-in-law having a golden hairpin."

After that, there are many confusions in the memory, the crying, pushing, screaming of the little girl, and the insults from the father who became angry from embarrassment. On the ground, the luggage inside was scattered all over the place.

Song Wan'er closed her eyes, seemed to shake those memories out of her mind, and then laughed softly:

"I picked up a steamed bun on the ground."

"Even though it's cold, it's still the best thing I've ever eaten in my life."

"From then on, I knew that even a Buddha would feel pity for a poor creature like me, as long as the wish is not so big."

"And pity...is a very good thing."

Only the last oil lamp left in front of the altar has not been picked.

Song Wan'er didn't seem to be in a hurry to pick out the last oil lamp, but concentrated on watching the flame, and slowly put the knife on the fire to roast it.

The knife was already covered with wax liquid, but at this time, under the licking of the flames, it slowly shed its original color.

Song Wan'er stared at the flickering flames obsessively, as if looking at the most illusory and beautiful scenery in the world: "Your Majesty, do you know what wish I made in front of the Buddha this time?"

Yan Yuan was still shaking her head.

She didn't have a deep understanding of Song Wan'er before, and she didn't have much contact with her after entering the palace, and now she can't tell what kind of person she is.

"I made a wish to the Great Buddha, wishing that I could go out of the palace and burn scriptures to fulfill my wish."

There was a little innocence in Song Wan'er's eyes, she was still the little girl praying to the Bodhisattva for a steamed bun in a trance.

Obviously the Buddha has agreed to her.

Yan Yuan thought to herself.

This is indeed a small wish.

Her wish is so small and her mind is so sincere, whether it is a human being or a Buddha, it is very difficult to reject her.

The knife in Song Wan'er's hand had been scorched until it was extremely clean. She picked out the dirt in the last oil lamp without haste, as if the only thing left in the world was the most important thing in her life. .

She said: "Your Majesty, do you know what kind of wish the concubine made when presenting the scriptures?"

Yan Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "What wish?"

Song Wan'er turned around, walked in front of Yan Yuan, and made a deep bow to Yan Yuan: "The concubine makes a wish, after listening to the concubine's story, the empress can feel a little pity for the concubine... ..."

Her voice was extremely low, and in the end it was almost a whisper squeezed out of her throat.

The last few words were swallowed by her.

Yan Yuan didn't hear it very clearly, and instinctively took half a step forward, but she didn't expect that the moment she approached, Song Wan'er suddenly raised her head, and murderous aura appeared in her lovely and pitiful eyes just now!
Yan Yuan was slightly taken aback.

The next moment Song Wan'er was already holding a knife and stabbing her chest with precision!

Her movements were extremely fast, like a cunning rabbit out of a cage.

It's a pity that she won't know martial arts after all.

Yan Yuan didn't expend much effort, just turned slightly to avoid the fatal blow.

Yan Yuan stepped back a few steps and said angrily, "Song Wan'er, are you crazy?!"

Song Wan'er stabbed the air and nearly fell, and when he turned around, his eyes were blood red.

Her entire face was covered with sweat, and even her lips lost their color. A difficult voice was squeezed out from the bottom of her throat: "No."

Before she finished speaking, she stabbed at Yan Yuan again.

Yan Yuan didn't want to dodge this time, this is a temple, surrounded by candles and sesame oil, there are too many uncontrollable things, she must control Song Wan'er as soon as possible.

She stood still and let Song Waner approach her. Just as the knife was about to touch her chest, she grabbed Song Waner's wrist and pulled hard, restraining her movement, and then Flip her wrist to unload her blade.

Song Waner screamed.

She opened her fingers, but the knife did not fall to the ground.

Yan Yuan was stunned for a moment, then looked down, only to find that it wasn't because of her astonishing will that she didn't let go, but...

The blade stuck to her palm.

"you……"

Yan Yuan looked at her in shock.

She finally understood why Song Wan'er was sweating profusely.

Just now, Song Wan'er missed a stab, and then reversed the direction of the handle and blade.

The blade of the small knife had been baked in the candlelight for a long time, and it was already extremely hot. She held the blade in her palm, although it was only for a short time, the flesh of her palm had already adhered to the blade.

Tears flowed from Song Wan'er's eyes, and the pained cries resounded throughout the temple.

The commotion in the main hall was too great, there were bursts of riotous footsteps outside, and the crowd was about to reach the hall.

Yan Yuan was forced to let go of Song Wan'er.

The moment she let go, Song Wan'er stood up tremblingly.

Desperation flashed in her eyes, she suddenly took a deep breath, tore off the dagger in her hand with the other hand, and then slashed at her own face!

"Ahhh-"

This time, crying mixed with screams completely exploded in the hall.

The knife with the flesh stuck to it was thrown on the ground.

Song Wan'er held up his bloody hand to cover the wound on his face, tossing and rolling on the ground in pain, drops of blood fell like broken beads, staining the floor tiles in front of the Buddhist hall red.

The hustle and bustle of the world seemed to gather at this moment.

Yan Yuan only felt buzzing in her ears, and her mind went blank.

Looking up in a daze, I saw the Buddha with his head bowed, his eyes benevolent and sympathetic to all living beings.

In Yan Yuan's mind, only one thought flashed through.

If a person can only gain what he wants through this self-destructive method... In this world, has there never been anyone or something she can rely on?
people like that...

Yan Yuan looked at Song Wan'er's tossing figure in pain and thought, it's really pitiful.

……

When Chen Ling walked into the Daxiong Palace, what he saw was such a tragic scene:

There were bloodstains all over the blue bricks on the floor of the Buddhist hall.

Song Wan'er was trembling and writhing on the ground with his face covered in blood, and his water-green clothes were already mottled and glaringly stained with blood.

And Yan Yuan stood not far away watching all this, her face was calm, but unfortunately, her skirt was also stained with blood, and there were traces of bloody hands.

She raised her head, her eyes intertwined with Chen Ling's.

While tossing and turning, Song Wan'er gasped, "Your Majesty, save me, Your Majesty, save me..."

With deep eyes, Chen Ling said in a low voice, "Ziqiu."

Luo Ziqiu had followed Chen Lingchen closely, and at the moment he got the order, he quickly called for someone to help Song Wan'er out of the palace gate, and the other palace officials and monks also left the palace gate one after another.

Soon, only Chen Lingchen and Yan Yuan were left in the huge Daxiong Palace.

There are thousands of candles flickering, and the house is full of sandalwood.

Really...

Unlucky enough.

Yan Yuan thought to herself.

It was originally an extremely difficult scene to explain.

What's more, Chen Lingchen had already fallen out with her.

They broke up unhappy that night, and he already looked like he was going to be abolished.

After a long time, they met in the carriage just now, and he didn't even open his eyes to look at himself.

There is no worse situation than this.

Yan Yuan sighed: "I didn't do it."

She is still very angry.

But everything has its weight.

She understood that the more the situation was like this, the less she could hold back her anger.

Yan Yuan said: "That small knife was used to pick up lamp oil. Concubine Xu heated the small knife with fire. She tried to stab me first, but turned the knife around and burned her hand, and then stabbed her own face."

Although this sounds unbelievable, it is true.

Yan Yuan looked at Chen Lingchen, trying to find his attitude from his face, but unfortunately there was nothing on his face.

So I thought for a while and added: "Before today, I didn't know that Concubine Xu would accompany me. An hour ago, I didn't know that Concubine Xu would accompany me into the palace instead of accompanying Your Majesty. Half an hour ago, I didn't know that there was another person on the altar A pocket knife."

If there is really a conspiracy, why is it so hasty?
Chen Lingshen was still noncommittal.

The stalemate lasted for a moment.

Chen Ling's deep and indifferent voice sounded: "If there is a temporary conflict of words."

Yan Yuan's eyes widened, and she blurted out: "How is it possible, I have such a good temper."

As soon as the words fell, she felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a little strange.

Looking up, she saw the undisguised mockery on Chen Lingshen's face.

"..."