This queen is not too curly

Chen Lingchen stood there.

He seemed to be born to take root in the mud, with a touch of dampness on his body and face.

Yan Yuan looked at him, and for some reason, the words "Heart belongs to me" echoed repeatedly in her mind.

Song Wan'er said that he already had his own heart and died with the dead.

Could that dead person be Ning Bai?

This thought flashed by, and Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Many messy memories evoked strange emotions in her mind. These emotions were intricate and full of flavors. For a moment, there was an indescribable feeling in her chest.

It tasted a little like pity.

Not exactly like that.

Before Yan Yuan could completely clear up the strange perception, Chen Ling blinked, then looked away indifferently, turned and left the door of the wing room.

Before leaving, he frowned and let out a cold snort.

He made it clear with rough actions.

Gu is still angry.

"..."

In an instant, all feelings disappeared, and even the most tactful thoughts were completely wiped out.

Yan Yuan only had anger in her chest.

What does he mean?
What is he here for?

Did he come here specially to see her quarrel with Song Wan'er?
Seeing her win the quarrel, he is very dissatisfied, isn't he? ? ?
Yan Yuan's fist hardened.

She rubbed her palms, suppressed the desire to rush up and beat him up, turned around and walked back to her wing.

She still has a schedule today, so she really doesn't have time to vent her anger with him.

When Yan Yuan returned to the room, she took off the jewelry that Ruan Zhu had carefully selected on her head, found out the plain clothes from the accompanying package, changed into them, and walked out of the room in light clothes.

She left in a hurry, so naturally she didn't see her, and not long after she left, the father-in-law who delivered the decree entered Song Wan'er's room.

What the father-in-law brought was Chen Lingshen's will:

Concubine Xu deceived the emperor and went to confinement.

Song Wan'er was lying on the bed, staring at the beam with dull eyes.

She knew that what Chen Lingshen gave him was the simplest and cruelest will. If there is no crime, there is no way to get it right, and if there is no time, it will be impossible for a lifetime.

But it doesn't really matter.

She knew no one would care about that.

She was just a little concubine in the clan, before she entered the palace, no one remembered her existence.

After she entered the palace, she tried her best to help and pull the brothers from the mother clan. Now they have become the tools of the Holy One to contain the old relatives. The emperor's grace will come from the sky, and they no longer need her.

Even if she tried her best.

Still insignificant.

Song Wan'er whispered, "Actually, it doesn't matter if I die, does it?"

Gonggong said: "Your Majesty can decide for herself."

After the father-in-law finished speaking, he turned and left.

Silence returned to the room.

Song Wan'er lay on the bed, savoring these four words carefully.

She wanted to smile, but the wound on her face was torn open in the confrontation just now, and at this moment, it was painful to the bone when she touched it.

So she could only stare blankly with her eyes open.

After a long time, her maid of honor walked into the room lightly.

The maid brought a bowl of clear porridge and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty has a wound on her face. The servant has cooked some porridge. It shouldn't be hard to swallow, Your Majesty..."

Song Wan'er didn't seem to hear it, and didn't even roll her eyes.

The maid's heart skipped a beat and she approached the bed: "... Your Majesty?"

Fortunately, Song Waner blinked again.

She seemed to be distracted, and she seemed to be extremely tired. She pulled her lips with difficulty and showed a wry smile: "She said I...it's a pity."

Song Wan'er murmured and sighed in a low voice, "It's really a pity."

……

The wing where Chen Ling settled was at the easternmost side of the temple, and the father-in-law who delivered the decree was not traveling fast, and he finally reached his destination after walking for a long time.

On the corridor outside the wing room, Luo Ziqiu was already waiting there.

The father-in-law walked up to Luo Ziqiu, saluted him, and nodded.

Luo Ziqiu understood.

He turned and walked into the wing.

The light in the wing room was dim, and the windows and doors were closed tightly.

With lowered eyebrows, Chen Ling burned a secret letter in front of the candle.

Luo Ziqiu walked into the wing room without a sound, and after he finished burning the secret letter, he said calmly, "Song Wan'er is dead."

Chen Lingchen seemed to be thinking. His fingertips were still holding the residue of the secret letter, and his palm was turned slightly, and the ashes were scattered in the sunlight.

Luo Ziqiu said: "Your Majesty has given her a choice, and it has been done with the utmost benevolence. This is her own decision, no one else."

He didn't know exactly the past between Song Wan'er and Chen Lingshen, but Song Wan'er had done a lot of things in private over the years, and Chen Lingshen just let it go. Even if there was a favor, it might have been paid off long ago.

But now that Song Wan'er wanted to put Yan Yuan to death, he had reached an irreparable situation.

Luo Ziqiu said: "The palace has also made proper arrangements. The news of Song Wan'er's death will not be spread to the outside world. The relatives of the Song family can still be used by the Holy Majesty."

Chen Ling raised his head and said, "What's the reason?"

Luo Ziqiu said, "Seriously ill."

In fact, the reason is not important at all.

Even if the news of her death spreads out, it's not a big deal. If the Song clan doesn't want her to die, they won't pierce the window paper. Even if they know about it, they will just pretend not to know.

But this is not the purpose of their trip.

They left the palace for another matter.

Previously, the Ministry of Criminal Affairs had already found out some clues about the case of Mr. Tu Shan, the head of the Department of Internal Affairs, who was suspected of abduction and trafficking of court ladies.

During the investigation of the case, the Ministry of Criminal Affairs searched Eunuch Tu Shan's mansion outside the palace, and found a huge amount of money in the underground secret room. The amount involved in the case was unprecedented in all dynasties.

But this is not the most critical.

The key is that among these silver coins, there are many counterfeit coins, and the amount is not small.

Although there is no distinction between official silver and market silver in the Yan Kingdom's silver, the Mint always puts small marks on it when minting coins. What's interesting is that this batch of counterfeit coins that cut corners and materials also have the same batch of marks.

This is the crux of the gray knight's investigation. A batch of counterfeit coins that are likely to be minted by the real mint. It is very likely that they will go to the market in a positive way. Although it is still unknown which one it is, but This in itself is a matter of interest that shakes the foundation of the country.

Luo Ziqiu looked up at Chen Lingchen.

His eyes touched his blue-gray eyelids and deeply sunken eye sockets.

He sighed: "The Gray Cavalry will investigate these matters carefully, and His Majesty actually does not need to leave the palace in person."

It had been some time since Chen Lingchen had refused Anshenxiang. These days, he had been restless. Although he was taking medicine to take care of him, it was still hurting his health.

He was almost reduced to a scarecrow with black eyes.

At this moment, his face was expressionless, and even his demeanor looked like a scarecrow.

Luo Ziqiu blinked, and changed the subject: "The Empress has just pretended to go out."

This was the last news he wanted to report today.

He forced himself to speak as casually as possible, but the scarecrow still raised his eyes quickly.

Luo Ziqiu could only bite the bullet and said: "I heard...the messengers of the Dingbeihou Mansion have stayed in the city and have not left. A few days ago, they sent someone to Wangshu Palace to deliver a message, saying yes, saying yes. yes……"

Luo Ziqiu also never thought that he would be at a loss for words.

Chen Lingshen's eyes were quiet, and he didn't urge him to continue.

Luo Ziqiu said with difficulty: "...the old friend is leaving, let's meet again."

Luo Ziqiu went all out: "The empress has set off for about half an hour now."

His voice just fell.

Chen Ling's eyes had darkened, but there was no expression on his face, he looked more and more like a scarecrow with a dark face.

"..."

No wonder it was regarded as bad luck.

Luo Ziqiu said coldly in his heart.

……

At that time, Yan Yuan was already on her way to the embroidery workshop.

Her journey down the mountain was actually not that smooth. The Queen Mother and Chen Lingchen had given her great freedom and allowed her to visit the market in the imperial capital, but none of the attendants and hidden guards she should have. few.

After a lot of trouble, she finally managed to stabilize the hidden guard and was able to act alone.

It's a pity that it's too late by then.

There are not many hours left.

But the embroidery workshop she was going to was not in the most prosperous area of ​​the imperial capital, but on a small hill called Cuiwei on the outskirts of the city. Although the road was not far away, it was a bit difficult to get there before dark.

Yan Yuan had no choice but to rent a carriage in the city.

The driver was bored along the way, so the coachman started chatting: "Miss, don't you want to go to Luan Yufang?"

Yan Yuan nodded: "Yes, the old man also knows about Luan Yu Fang?"

Just now she was worried that an embroidery workshop was not well-known, so she specially reported the place name of Cuiwei Mountain, but she didn't expect that she was worrying too much.

The coachman said: "The entire Cuiwei Mountain is the boundary of their Luan Yufang, how could the old man not know?"

Yan Yuan was surprised: "So big?"

The whole hill belongs to an embroidery workshop?

Is this a racecourse or an embroidery workshop?

The coachman said: "This Luan Yu Fang is opened by the nobles in the palace. On weekdays, the officials have to respect those little girls three points. The high-ranking officials and nobles in the city rush to Luan Yu Fang to drink a pot of tea, as if drinking a pot of tea. It's as if you're getting extravagant when you drink tea, spending a lot of money."

Yan Yuan praised: "It's really rich."

The coachman sneered: "It's a pity that God doesn't always take care of us. If you say you lose, you lose."

Yan Yuan asked: "What happened?"

The coachman said: "Then who knows, I just heard that Luan Yu Fang is about to collapse, and now there are countless creditors coming to the door every day, the thugs have already surrounded Luan Yu Fang into an iron bucket, and poured blood on the door."

The coachman turned his head and said, "Miss, are you also a creditor of Luan Yu Fang?"

Yan Yuan smiled and said, "That's right."

The coachman said: "You, a weak girl, will definitely not get any money if you come to the door. Listen to the old man's advice, turn around and hire a thug to come back!"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Before I knew it, Cuiwei Mountain was close in front of me.

There is a stone tablet erected at the entrance of the mountain, engraved with "Luan Yu Jingting Pavilion" on the tablet, it is antique and very elegant.

Yan Yuan settled the money to the driver and jumped off the carriage.

The coachman's voice came from behind: "Girl!"

Yan Yuan turned her head and met the driver's hesitant face.

The coachman said: "The old man can chat with the girl, let me say one more thing, girl, you are a daughter, it is best not to go to Cuiwei Mountain."

Yan Yuan asked, "Why?"

The coachman said: "The owner of Luan Yu Fang has long since left, and the embroidered women below have also dispersed. Now there are only a group of creditors and thugs left on the mountain."

The coachman said: "Those people's eyes are red with anger when they can't get the money. When they see a woman, they treat it as a embroiderer. The female businessmen who came to the door a few days ago have suffered losses on the mountain. Girl, you'd better not Shall we go up the mountain?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

There was genuine anxiety in the driver's eyes.

Yan Yuan smiled at the coachman, thanking him for reminding him, and then told him: "No problem, I will explain it to them."

The coachman had no choice but to shake his head and sigh for the return journey.

After all, good words can't persuade the ghost who is going to die.

That's it.

At that time, Yan Yuan had already entered the mountain gate of Luan Yufang.

It didn't take long before she felt that there were more than one eyes closely following behind her, probably the creditors and their thugs mentioned by the coachman.

But they didn't seem to intend to do anything, they just followed her around.

Yan Yuan also didn't want to cause trouble, so she ignored the burning sensation on her back and continued walking, regretting as she walked, whether she should change into men's clothing, maybe it would save a lot of trouble.

After a while, the gate of Luan Yufang finally appeared in the distance.

"stop!"

Yan Yuan hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

All of a sudden, five or six burly men burst out from the bushes beside the road. They were all tall and mighty, with fierce faces, surrounding Yan Yuan in the middle.

The man who took the lead was not as strong as them, but his eyes were the fiercest: "God has eyes, but I was squatted down to be a embroiderer."

Yan Yuan said: "Everyone misunderstood, I am not Xiu Niang."

She explained it sincerely, but those men seemed to have heard a joke and laughed wildly: "She said he is not Xiu Niang haha, not Xiu Niang, why did you come to Cuiwei Mountain? Catching butterflies? Do you want my brother to help you? Hahaha..."

Yan Yuan: "..."

The leading man approached step by step: "Little lady, it's best not to move around, the sword has no eyes, if you lose your face, you will regret it for life."

Yan Yuan frowned and stood there thinking, she was weak, how could she get them to move as little as possible.

The man said coldly: "Give it to me!"

As soon as he gave an order, those strong men swung their swords and rushed towards Yan Yuan.

It seems that there is no solution.

Yan Yuan thought dejectedly, her body was ahead of her consciousness, and she snatched the blade of the first strong man when he approached him.

"Ahhh-"

The strong man cried out in pain.

Because Yan Yuan broke his wrist bone.

The rest of the people looked at each other in shock, and their pace slowed down a lot.

The result of the hesitation was that Yan Yuan cut off the tendons on the wrist with a single blow.

"Ahhh-"

Wails echoed through the valley.

Yan Yuan was already in shape like the wind, and she rested the blade firmly on the neck of the leading brother.

"I told you, I'm not a embroiderer."

Yan Yuan's tone was calm, with regret in her sincerity.

At this time the sun was about to set.

The setting sun shone on Yan Yuan's face, dyeing her eyelashes a light gold.

Behind the shadow of a tree not far away, the guard of the Gray Cavalry, who almost made a move but failed, stiffened his back, beads of perspiration dripped from his forehead in bewilderment.

The current situation, they will no longer.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Shocked, the courageous gray knight guard turned his head silently.

Behind them, the current emperor was standing silently in the shadows under the tree.

His body was stiff, his eyes fixed on the figure in the sun in the distance, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.