This queen is not too curly

be cheated.

A voice rang in Yan Yuan's mind.

At that time, Chen Lingchen was standing a few steps away from her.

His body blocked the skylight falling into the palace outside the house, casting a shadow on the blood-stained ground.

The expression on the face was hidden in the shadow of the backlight, it was so blurry and dark that people couldn't see it clearly, but for some reason, the sneer between the brows clearly fell into Yan Yuan's eyes.

In the stalemate, silence spread.

The wordless embarrassment lasted for a while.

After a long time.

Only then did Chen Ling's deep voice sound faintly: "Really."

Yan Yuan: "..."

He actually used a metaphor for her bad temper.

This was actually his first question in this situation.

Yan Yuan suddenly didn't want to explain.

The incident happened so suddenly that she almost forgot that Chen Ling had more eyes than a hive.

She also explained in a panic, afraid that in his eyes, she would become a laughing stock, and a target for his wanton abuse and teasing.

He was originally such a petty dog.

Yan Yuan's face also turned cold, she raised her head and said, "So His Majesty wants to arrest me for interrogation?"

Chen Ling stared at Yan Yuan's eyes, and said slowly, "Didn't you explain it just now?"

Yan Yuan said, "You will believe me if I explain it?"

It's not the style of this dog to trust others.

Chen Ling looked at Yan Yuan deeply, with a calm pool of water in his eyes, and he didn't seem to want to answer this question.

Yan Yuan asked again: "Then can I leave here?"

Chen Ling said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Is this dog transgendered?

Yan Yuan almost suspected that it was raining red.

Or, he still has a bigger hole waiting for her?
Yan Yuan hesitated in the hall for a while.

She still had doubts in her heart, but she was worried that Chen Lingshen's temper would change and he would change his mind soon, so she simply turned around and left the Daxiong Palace.

Inside the Buddhist hall, Chen Ling's eyes followed Yan Yuan, watching her disappear at the door.

Then he lowered his head, his eyes fell on the mottled blood on the ground, his pupils were icy cold.

……

Yan Yuan has already returned to the wing of the temple, changed into clean clothes, and then went to Song Wan'er's room.

She probably knew that Song Wan'er's act just now was trying to set things up, but she was still a little puzzled as to why she did this.

If it's just for favor, why destroy your appearance?

At that time, Luo Ziqiu had just applied the medicine and bandaged her, and the accompanying palace servants were hurrying out with a basin of bloody water. Luo Ziqiu followed behind, and happened to meet Yan Yuan at the door of the room.

Luo Ziqiu leaned over and saluted, "Empress Empress."

Yan Yuan asked him: "How is Concubine Xu's injury?"

Luo Ziqiu said: "The injury is a minor injury, and it will heal after a few days of recuperation, but the knife was burned by fire, and the scratched skin may be hard to heal."

Yan Yuan asked, "Is she awake? Can I visit?"

Luo Ziqiu said, "Yes."

His expression was as usual, his voice was calm, and he seemed to have no memory of the theoretical murderer standing in front of him.

This made Yan Yuan unable to do so.

In any case, she is the real murderer in theory.

What did he and Chen Lingshen, master and servant, think?

Luo Ziqiu really turned around and walked away, Yan Yuan could only walk into the room full of suspicion.

The room was actually empty.

Only the sun quietly falls on the window sill.

At this moment Song Wan'er was lying on the bed, her hands and face were covered with thick gauze, her exposed lips were so pale that there was almost no blood, and the pair of loving eyes that usually flowed around seemed to be dry now. of springs.

She lay expressionless, like a clay statue that had been exposed to the sun and lost its water.

Until Yan Yuan walked to the bed and stood still, the eyes of the statue in front of her suddenly widened, and a frightened and unbelievable light burst out from the eyes.

"You...why are you..."

Song Wan'er opened her mouth and squeezed out a hoarse voice from the bottom of her throat, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't squeeze out complete words.

"Why am I free?"

Yan Yuan calmly explained her doubts for her.

She was also puzzled by this question, so there was no way to answer her as she wished.

Yan Yuan said, "I'm here just to answer a question for you."

Yan Yuan stared at Song Wan'er, and said softly, "I do have sympathy for you, but not just now, but a long time ago, when you first dug a trap and lured me to Houshan Hot Spring to die."

Song Waner's eyes widened suddenly: "You... know..."

Yan Yuan looked down at her from a high position, and there was a little pity in her eyes.

"I've heard of you a long time ago. When I was in the border town, you were a gentle and talented woman who was familiar with poetry and books... It was different from the one I saw later. At that time, I thought, this person must have suffered a lot."

Song Wan'er lay stiffly on the bed, panting violently.

"But Song Wan'er, you can't be a robber and want pity from others."

Song Waner suddenly stopped breathing.

Yan Yuan's voice was very soft, but when it fell into her ears, it seemed like a knife blade was slicing one by one. There was no wound, but it seemed that her whole body was soaked in blood.

This is what it feels like to die.

Song Waner thought slowly.

The sense of despair slowly spread, and instead of feeling pain, she felt indescribably exhilarated, so exhilarating that she almost wanted to laugh.

She tore off the gauze tied on her face, sat up and hissed:
"You don't deserve to judge me at all!"

"You have never tasted hunger. You were born with everything. You have never paid any price for your life. What qualifications do you have to judge others? In order to survive, the posture of struggling is not glamorous and kind?!"

She had never hated someone so much, not even her first sister.

Yan Yuan was born a nobleman, and she has been loved by thousands of people since she was a child. Even at the border, she has heard that Yan Hou has a jewel in his palm.

He just contracted a little cold disease, so he spent all the famous doctors and medicines in the world. Even his father searched the pharmacies in the border town, hoping to find good medicine to dispel the cold, so that he could go to the Dingbei Hou Mansion to flatter him.

But she has to work hard to get a steamed bun, and she needs to use all her wealth and fate as a bet in order to study, to wear decent clothes, and to win a little love from her father.

She exhausted her luck to meet the person who could take her away from the border town and fly up to the branches.

Although that person doesn't love her, he knows that he is willing to give her the most honorable position in the world.

She almost thought that she was about to escape from the quagmire.

But God's will made Yan Yuan lack a medicine.

Just missing a medicine.

That's it.

Everyone paved the way for her overnight.

Because this position is more comfortable for her to treat illnesses, she easily sat on the Queen's position, everything happened naturally, the majestic momentum was overwhelming, even Chen Lingchen couldn't resist, let alone her Song Wan you.

It's just because there is an extra grass in front of Yan Yuan.

They set fire to the mountain of her life.

"Goodness is a noble thing, it's not something you're born with, you just claim to be on the altar because you have everything you don't want."

"Yan Yuan, you were born a robber."

Song Wan'er no longer concealed it, and stared at Yan Yuan with resentful eyes.

"But you won't always be frank and smooth."

Song Wan'er raised her hand, just now she had clenched her fist tightly, and traces of blood had already penetrated the gauze.

"Guess how much he will believe you in today's matter?"

"Is it eight points or nine points?"

Yan Yuan frowned and looked at Song Wan'er.

Of course she knew what Song Wan'er was doing on the Daxiong Hall just now.

She didn't really assassinate her, she approached her just to leave inexplicable bloodstains on her dress, she baked the knife, turned the blade, and left flesh burn marks on her palm, just to pretend to be with her It's just an illusion of taking the knife.

There was never an assassination.

From the very beginning, what Song Wan'er wanted was to set the blame on her.

Song Wan'er's voice was gentle: "But as long as you have any doubts, you will be completely washed away in this life."

She stared at the bloodstain obsessively, as if something joyful had happened, a gentle expression appeared on her face: "He is a man of affection, and I will be his savior after all."

Song Wan'er said softly: "Even if he believes in you now, it will take three to five years, ten years and twenty years. As long as he is disappointed in you for a moment, he will remember that you once hurt me."

She raised her head and stared at Yan Yuan, her eyes sharpened: "You guessed how much he still believed in you?"

Yan Yuan stared blankly at Song Wan'er.

She was a little shocked, and more dazed.

She thought that Song Wan'er did all of this as a trap carefully planned to trip her up in one fell swoop, but she never thought that she had such an idea——

She had known for a long time that she was very good at losing, but she still burned everything and ruined her appearance, just to plant a seed of doubt between her and Chen Lingchen who didn't know if it would germinate and when it would germinate.

does it worth?
Is she crazy?
Yan Yuan didn't know what to say.

Song Wan'er's face already had a hint of madness.

She stared at Yan Yuan and said word by word: "Yan Yuan, you can't wash it off anymore."

Yan Yuan still didn't speak.

She knew that the person in front of her had the purest malice towards her, and this malice had nothing to do with Chen Lingchen, it was just because she was standing in a bright place and her clothes were cleaner that she attracted this unprovoked malice.

Song Wan'er even said that harming others is not beneficial to herself.

She is still laughing.

Yan Yuan looked at her coldly.

Until now, she finally felt disgusted with Song Wan'er.

Yan Yuan waited for her to finish laughing before she said, "You said we were born unequal and everyone couldn't see you, but Song Wan'er, what's your relationship with me? Do we have a hatred to exterminate the clan, or a hatred to seize wealth?"

Song Waner didn't answer.

Yan Yuan told her: "We have nothing to do with each other."

Yan Yuan said: "Why do you want to bet on the possibility of misfortune for an irrelevant person with a [-]% chance of losing?"

Yan Yuan said: "You are not seeking to survive, you are seeking to vent."

Yan Yuan looked into Song Wan'er's eyes: "I may not be damaged, but you have already paid the price. Song Wan'er, you said that no one in the whole world cares about you, but you obviously don't even care about yourself."

Song Waner's smile froze on his face.

Anger gradually replaced complacency.

"Shut up!" she screamed, "I don't need you to talk about it!"

"I'm not talking about you, and I don't want to know you, I just..." Yan Yuan sighed softly, "I just feel a little pity."

She had obviously left that mountain city far, far away.

In fact, it could be better.

It's a pity that she didn't seem to let go of the steamed buns she got when she was five years old.

How can you climb a mountain with something in your hands all the time?

……

Yan Yuan didn't want to talk to her anymore, she already knew the answer to her doubts, so she simply turned around and left Song Wan'er's room.

It's just that Song Wan'er's ferocious and crazy voice came from behind her before she stepped out of the door:
"You don't really think you've got him, do you?"

"He has a lot of trust in you, he offered treasures for you, and lifted you up to the clouds, Yan Yuan, why didn't I own these things?"

"He already has a heart to belong to. That person is dead, and he is also dead."

"You will never get into his heart."

Yan Yuan stepped over the threshold in one step, and then her footsteps faltered slightly.

Half of it is because of Song Waner's words;

Half of it was because she saw a familiar figure at the door.

The phoenix trees in the temple have all fallen, leaving only the lonely branches all over the garden.

Chen Lingshen stood at the door at some point, looking at her quietly, his quiet gaze fell on her, like rain falling.

Is it dead?
Song Wan'er's words echoed in Yan Yuan's ears.

Her mind was cloudy, and when she met Chen Ling's deep eyes, she could vaguely hear her inner sigh.

But he knew that he was still alive.